Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 128 Today, Everyday Is History
"I originally wanted to talk about changing the bloodline."

The little devil is obedient and clever.

"It's just that, brother, you seem to have used the authority of bronze and fire to do something else."

"Oh, it turns out that the bloodline can be changed."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"Well, brother, you can do it."

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Mingfei said.

"I'm not interested in bloodlines or anything."

He looked at Yuanyuan and smiled brightly.

"It's better to practice martial arts. Look at her, she has a clear sword heart. In a few years, she will definitely be able to enter the outer world."

The little devil looked at Yuanyuan.

It looked like Archimedes squinting at his mathematical formulas.

It's like Michelangelo looking for the figure of David in the stone embryo.

At a certain moment, he said leisurely.

"Actually, it can be done to this extent."

"right."

Lu Mingfei was triumphant.

"Xi Wu, it's great."

The little devil smiled softly.

"But, it's still wrong."

"Ok?"

"I mean, although this person has gained some power and power, it is not that simple to become stronger."

He looked at Lu Mingfei.

"Brother, the Waigang you mentioned is the Dragon King."

Lu Mingfei recalled Norton's performance.

"Some differences, but roughly the same."

"but she,"

The little devil changed the subject and pointed at Yuanyuan.

"Everything wants to reach the seat of the Dragon King."

"Just relying on the authority of bronze and fire is far from enough."

"Let's put it this way, with the authority you have now, brother, this girl can grow to the level of four generations at most."

"Four generations?"

Lu Mingfei muttered.

"I don't know which one is stronger than non-human."

"Listen to me."

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei put on a smiley face.

The little devil shook his head helplessly.

He exhaled and smiled again.

"Remember what I said that day?"

He said quietly.

"Brother, your sea of ​​consciousness is still missing, a few trees."

"you mean?"

Lu Mingfei thought.

"Other dragon kings."

The little devil cast a gratified look and nodded.

"Exactly."

"Come on come on."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"I'm exhausted from just one Norton. Just thinking about it, there are three other guys like this. It's really a big head."

The little devil smiled.

"The bronze tree, brother, haven't you thought about actually getting it?"

"With your temporary authority, there are not many mortal things that can be enlightened."

Mentioning this gave Lu Mingfei even more headaches.

He didn't understand what the little devil said.

But the problem is still in a dead end.

Unless Norton voluntarily relinquishes power.

Otherwise, the only solution is to kill him.

But if he killed him, Old Tang would have to die again.

Lu Mingfei tapped his head in distress.

"It's annoying."

He said self-destructively.

"I'll think about it later. For this kind of thing, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. There must be a way."

"That's true."

The little devil smiled helplessly and dotingly.

"It's like your brother."

Horseshoes sounded in the distance.

Lu Mingfei's expression turned serious.

He looks away.

"That is……"

"Well, here we come."

said the little devil.

"Did you smell the noise you made, brother, your nose is really good."

He goes on.

"Leave this guy to me. Since you have your own ideas, brother, go ahead and do it."

Lu Mingze turned his face sideways, tilted his head, squinted and smiled.

"I, I'm going to fight Satan."

Lu Mingfei was taken aback.

He showed a sunny smile.

thumbs up.

"come on!"

Lu Mingfei patted his chest.

"Wait, in two years, I'll beat him up for you!"

"Ah."

The little devil nodded slightly.

"I'll be looking forward to it."

"Then, before standing shoulder to shoulder with brother."

He solemnly greeted the powerful enemy.

"Let me come and meet you for a while."

The world's time resumed flowing.

Lu Mingfei heard the little devil's last words.

"By the way, brother, your martial arts."

"It's somewhat troublesome. After all, it's the 21st century. Before you have absolute power, it's not appropriate to make it public."

"I'll let someone cooperate with you to handle the beginning and the end."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"With me here, brother, you can just practice martial arts well."

The boy smiled softly.

"I'm your younger brother."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"This guy."

he whispered.

"Pfft!"

It was the sound of Yuanyuan falling to the ground.

Lu Mingfei quickly helped him up.

He noticed that the girl's eyes were half-open and her face was pale.

Sure enough, it was still too much.

Gaining strength suddenly, he chopped wood and communicated with the natal sword to untie it.Even if the sword's heart is clear, without these days of practice, Yuanyuan might not be able to communicate with the natal sword at all, and would have to faint first.

Now it is considered good, with the so-called "meeting Uncle Zhanyue" that Yuanyuan said just now, her natal sword can be regarded as an introduction, saving a lot of hard work.

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Lu Mingfei said.

The students who gathered around breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go to sleep."

Lu Mingfei comforted Yuanyuan softly.

"It's good to sleep."

It was seven days after Chen Pingan saw the owner of the museum again.

They had supper at the barbecue stand last time.

But the state of the two is completely different from last time.

There was less confusion in Chen Ping's eyes, and more firmness.

As for the owner.

It's just that I haven't seen him for a few days. He seems to be ten years old. After sitting down, he just keeps drinking and doesn't eat a bite of food.

His eyes are so complicated, full of remorse and pain.

The owner mentioned beer and poured it into his mouth habitually.

Didn't drink at all.

Looking at the wine bottle, it was already empty.

He shook his head.

Put down the bottle and go get a new one.

"All right."

Chen Ping pressed his hand.

"Let's have some food."

The curator chuckled.

He gritted his teeth and used brute force.

Then there are the hands.

Repress the strength of the whole body.

But in the end, Chen Pingan's palm still didn't move at all.

The owner of the hall suddenly vented all his strength.

He slumped in a chair.

Hands, feet and head hang down feebly.

The curator just kept looking at Chen Ping'an's palm.

"This is, teacher's martial arts."

"Ah."

Chen Pingan agreed.

He couldn't handle the scene in front of him.

Speaking of which, Chen Pingan can also understand why the museum owner is like this.

If he also wavered a while ago and left the Children's Palace.

At this moment, I am afraid that I am even worse than the owner of the museum.

"that."

The owner of the museum cast complicated gazes at Chen Ping'an.

"I heard it."

"Safety."

"The teacher opened the way for three people."

"One is big..."

He pursed his lips.

Still a painful change of mouth.

"Round round."

No matter how you say it, he no longer has the qualifications to call that person Senior Sister.

But I still want to call that boy, teacher.

That's it, he's shameless.

After all, he still wants to.

The curator continued.

"The other two."

"One is the original teacher of the kendo class, Wang Chao."

"another."

He fixedly looked at the face of the silent young man opposite.

"It's you, Chen Pingan."

He took a deep breath.

"so."

"you……"

"you……"

Almost trembling voice.

he finally said.

"Have you cultivated your strength?"

Chen Ping saw many emotions in the eyes of the owner.

Longing, hope, fear, even luck.

For a moment, he suddenly understood.

Perhaps, the answer that the museum owner wants to hear is no.

But on second thought, maybe, there is.

It's ridiculous to say, how can a person have two emotions at the same time?

But that's exactly what it is.

Makes no sense.

Humans are such complex and contradictory animals.

As elders, friends, former bosses.

The owner of the museum hopes that Chen Ping'an will have a bright future, and he will work hard to reach [-] miles.

But as a loser who once stood in front of the gate of martial arts, but gave up halfway due to one or another reason, and finally passed the only chance to change his destiny.

The owner of the hall hoped that Chen Ping'an's aptitude is dull, even if a teacher opens the way, he will not be able to cultivate strength.

Very dark thoughts, but he just couldn't control it.

"Ok.

Chen Ping finally nodded.

"I cultivated strength."

He said.

"That's it."

The curator murmured.

"That's it."

He smiled and read in his mouth.

"It's fine once it's fixed, that's fine."

"Brother, I can see from the morning that you, Chen Ping'an, are not an ordinary person."

The light in the owner's eyes dimmed little by little.

He laughed again.

Like a clown in a circus.

No one knows under that exaggerated make-up.

Either laugh or cry.

"Come!"

He opened a bottle of wine.

stand up.

"Brother me!"

"One more toast!"

"Chen Pingan!"

"You...you are good!"

Not finished.

I can't say enough.

The owner of the restaurant was already holding the wine bottle, pouring it into his mouth.

So familiar.

Chen Ping thought.

He stood up, followed the owner, and poured himself a drink.

Yes.

He finally remembered.

When I was fired a few days ago.

The host also said something similar.

Just, the same people, the same words.

Their moods are already different.

As soon as he put down the wine bottle, the owner blushed and retched.

Because he didn't eat any decent food, all he vomited was some stomach water and wine, so he was in a mess.

Chen Pingan patted the owner on the back.

He handed over the tissue.

Silently watching the embarrassment of the owner.

The person in front of him was the most important person in the past.

Every day when I come to the martial arts school, I have to comb my hair for more than ten minutes.

He always shows off to coaches like Chen Ping'an, saying that his family is not because of our face, he will not marry unless I am, and he is so annoying that he can't even drive him away.

But this is him.

At this moment, it is so embarrassing.

"The owner."

Chen Ping said.

"If not, I'd better ask for you."

"Teacher, maybe he was just angry."

The hall owner's eyes suddenly lit up with a scorching light.

He firmly grasped Chen Ping'an's hand.

Like a drowning man grabbing the only life-saving straw.

"But... can it be done!"

"I heard that the teacher won't allow us... blind people to enter the Children's Palace again."

"Old Zhang, oh, by the way, Old Zhang, do you remember, he is the owner of Guangyuan Martial Arts Hall."

"He ran to the Children's Palace the day before yesterday to kowtow to the teacher."

"I heard, I heard..."

The curator let out a long sigh.

"He didn't even have the door, so he couldn't get in."

How could Chen Pingan not know about this matter.

At that time, he was still preparing to stand.

There was a commotion outside.

The teacher didn't come forward, it was Wang Chao, that is, Teacher Wang, who took a few people out to settle the matter.

He still remembered what the teacher said to Wang Chao.

"Half-hearted and half-hearted, what kind of martial arts are you still learning?"

"Once you leave my door, you are not allowed to re-enter."

The museum owner saw Chen Ping'an's expression.

After all, this person only knows martial arts, how can he manage his expression well.

The curator sighed.

He shook his head.

In the next second, put away the expression on his face.

He smiled.

This time, his smile was much calmer.

No more regrets, no more pain.

But, the owner of the museum, did you really see it?

not necessarily.

After all, Wu.

The real Wu.

Is there anyone who practices martial arts who doesn't yearn for it?

But what's the use of looking forward to it?
That's the way life is.

Some things, some opportunities, some people.

To miss is to miss.

Wrong is wrong.

Apply correction fluid clear glue with eraser.

It's a mistake that can't be changed.

Instead, the owner of the museum persuaded Chen Ping'an.

"Don't go, tell you, safe, absolutely not."

"Teacher, I can see that he has his own opinions, and he keeps his promises. Most of the decisions he made can't be changed."

"What's more."

He said leisurely.

"When I wanted to leave, it was I who wanted to leave."

"No one is pulling me."

"No one gave me money either."

"I was blinded by his horse's lard!"

He shook his head.

"Just go."

The curator laughed to himself.

"Truth, I'm not afraid of you, Chen Ping'an, making jokes."

"A while ago, you wanted to practice martial arts even if you didn't work."

"I'm still laughing at you in my heart."

"I just want to."

"You Chen Pingan!"

His saliva flew all over the place.

"There is something wrong with you, Chen Pingan!"

"My brain is broken!"

"Practice martial arts, practice martial arts."

"I can't even eat and practice martial arts!"

Talk more and more vigorously.Finally, the curator pointed at Chen Pingan's nose and shouted.

"You are a fool!"

A sharp meal.

The curator watched Chen Pingan carefully for a while.

He held his belly and laughed again.

Tears of laughter drool.

"Later!"

"I found out later!"

"What fool!"

"I'm the fool!"

"I'm an idiot!"

"Coward!"

"Ballless!"

"He deserves to be worthless for the rest of his life!"

He cursed fiercely.

It was as if the person he was scolding was not himself.

But some sworn enemy.

The people at the next table cast strange glances from time to time.

When Chen Ping saw him, he nodded apologetically, and said a few words that he was sorry to bother you.

Finally, the curator stopped.

He put his hand on Chen Pingan's shoulder.

"Peace."

"You know, what are you going through?"

Chen Ping nodded.

"Practice martial arts."

"Hahaha!"

The curator laughed again.

Laughing stopped.

He looked at Chen Ping'an with a strange look.

"Do not."

He said.

"Your every day now."

stopped.

"It's all history."

Chen Pingan didn't understand.

The owner doesn't care.

He just goes on.

Probably these words, he said to himself.

"Thousands of years."

"Do not."

"It will not be used for thousands of years."

"You look good."

"50 years from now."

"You, Yuanyuan, Wang Chao."

"And the teacher."

"Everything has to be included in the textbook, believe it or not!"

Chen Pingan couldn't understand.

"textbook?"

"Yes, textbooks."

"How do you say that."

The curator looked at the velvety starry sky.

Long sigh.

"Qing Shi... leave a name."

He smiled.

"It's going to change to ancient times. You all have to mix with this ancestor or that saint, and come to eat his thousand-year incense."

"In the future, the children and grandchildren will learn martial arts."

"Finish our teacher."

"Then I have to worship all three of you one by one."

"This is called."

The curator said every word.

"Respect to the sages."

After a few words.

The owner of the museum spoke dryly, full of arrogance.

Chen Pingan thought about it for a long, long time.

"How about it, have fun!"

The curator joked.

Chen Ping shook his head.

"I,"

He is the same as before.

"I just want to practice martial arts."

The host was taken aback.

A face froze.

Maybe 10 minutes.

Maybe longer.

He laughed at himself.

"I understand."

"Why did the teacher just take a fancy to you, Chen Pingan?"

"It's not comparable, it's not comparable."

"Ah, I really can't compare."

Chen Pingan couldn't understand even more.

He just drank silently.

After that, the museum owner didn't mention any strange words about textbooks in the future.

They talked about some interesting things about the Children's Palace.

For example, the latest regulations of the Children's Palace, I don't know what the boss behind it thinks, it doesn't charge money for teaching people to practice martial arts, but also subsidizes them.

Anyone who has achieved success in martial arts and cultivated strength will be paid [-] yuan a month.

Not everyone is the same as Chen Pingan.

Even if Lu Mingfei opened the way, he might not immediately gain strength.

The three of them belong to the accumulation of accumulation.

It is also reasonable to give some subsidies.

To be honest, [-] a month would be enough to secure Jianxin Kongming's master-student status.

The old immortal of the Kyushu Lingbao Sect was so jealous that he crawled out of his coffin to beat people.

Although they may not be able to beat Yan Luo.

As for the other interesting incident, it seems that there was some sand in the martial arts class, and people from other martial arts schools stepped in to make trouble.

They have been cleaned out one after another these days.

At the same time, there is a museum owner named Jia Dali in this city who is suspected of tax evasion, illegal business operation, false propaganda, and using dangerous materials for teaching, and was sued by students in court.

"I heard that this man is named Jia."

The owner of the museum told Chen Ping'an.

"This time it can be regarded as being planted!"

"Go in."

"At least ten years."

He shook his head and clicked twice.

"The more money you make here, the longer it will take you to go back in."

Chen Pingan spilled a glass of wine on the ground.

The host gave him a strange look.

"You are this?"

"Hand shaking."

"" Chen Pingan said.

The curator pouted.A martial artist who has cultivated strength.

Still trembling?

Anyway, he didn't believe it.

But, it doesn't matter.

Everyone has secrets they don't want to tell.

The one who has to break the casserole and ask the end of everything is a child.

Adults are rarely confused.

"Come, come, drink, drink!"

The owner greeted him.

"Tonight, if you don't get drunk, you won't return home!"

He laughed.

"It will take another 30 years, and I won't have that chance to drink with you, Chen Pingan."

"Now, you haven't entered the textbook yet."

"We, don't get drunk and don't go home!"

"If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

　PS: It’s a lot late. I overestimated my hand speed for one, and I couldn’t stop writing for one. This part of the plot is over. This chapter is only [-] short of dozens of words, and I don’t want to add it. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow should be updated separately, I have to think about the next plot.

　　Then there is a more card.

　　The monthly pass was exactly 1 until yesterday, and the plus card +[-].

　　The reward is 1 the day before yesterday, plus a more card +[-]
　　So the current add-on card is: 23
　　I wish you all the wishes come true, keep the clouds open to see the moonlight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)