The Last Mecha

Chapter 74
Next door to Haiyang Street, in the Kangji Teahouse, the old man who said storytelling was supposed to come on stage today, but at this point in time, he was wearing a long coat and a folding fan, telling mysterious stories about Peach Blossom Cave and Immortal Peak, and the audience was full The guests listened attentively.

But today, he was an audience member, sitting in a corner with a small bench, and was kicked off the stage with a face full of anger and daring to speak.

In the center surrounded by a circle of tables and chairs was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with a fair face and the appearance of a son, but the muscles hidden behind the shirt were quite strong.

He half-raised his head, crossed his legs, and looked like he was talking about the world. He was talking about the martial arts experience he had heard for half his life, but he couldn't get around the Xingyi Gate, and that he himself was a great master Jiang Mulin. This is the point of his personal disciple.

Du Lanyue doesn't like to reveal the son of her minister of foreign affairs, because that's what she was born with. Others don't respect him, but his father.

As Master Jiang's personal transmission, it is different. At that time, the martial arts were very cautious in accepting apprentices. The number of apprentices that the master trained hand in hand in his life was more than the fingers of two hands. In his eyes, it was more or less because of his own ability.

The fact that Jiang Mulin came to Jiangsong was widely known, and the listeners at the scene also gave enough face, and all the compliments were asking about the process of this young genius being favored and making a fortune.

Du Lanyue was very useful. He danced and gesticulated, telling how he defeated Jiang Mulin's high-ranking apprentice, and finally broke into the sect and got a personal biography.

As for the letter written by his father Du Kang early on, and the fact that the defeated master student was just an unlucky guy who just entered the outer sect, such details are not worth mentioning.

He was spitting all over the place, attracting compliments, but in the corner, Wu Gou had one leg slumped on the bench, and his dark eyes were staring at him intently.

"Let me tell you, don't look at me as the last apprentice and have little knowledge, but those senior brothers treat me respectfully. Why? Because they are all clear in their hearts, and their talents are here. In the future, they will all be driven over by me."

"Master Jiang has a rule for accepting apprentices. It was passed down from the patriarch above. Invitations are widely distributed and there are six competitions. What do you mean? He came to a place, and after he fell on his heels, he pulled a group of young talents to meet him. ——Everyone knows that children from poor families who are poor in culture and rich in martial arts are generally poor in quality and hard to notice. There is no way, but if there are really outstanding ones, they will come to the door without an invitation, and he will gladly accept them."

"After a little communication, if you feel that there are a lot of talents, Master Jiang will select a group of people and open six rings. What are you doing? Fight! During this process, talented people can get the opportunity to join Xingyimen. Qualifications, but those are not personal transmissions. He has to fight until the end and decide the first one. Until then, the old man will look at the situation and choose one as a personal transmission. If he is not satisfied, then he will not pick one. He is very satisfied. , I once picked two of them.”

"Master Jiang has opened the six rings four times in his life. One time he confiscated it, and the other time he confiscated two. Those who recruited were my four senior brothers and sisters, and his five direct disciples. There was only one exception, and that was me."

"It was also a coincidence that day. I had a feud with one of Master Jiang's apprentices. He was young and very angry. He just punched him and made him feel stupid. At that time, Master Jiang saw this punch and accepted me. "

In the current era, civil and martial arts are advancing side by side, qi metal and martial arts have come to the fore, and the gold content of famous teachers' apprenticeships can almost be compared with the former imperial examinations and the current university entrance exams, and they can achieve something along the way in martial arts, even if it is only a small one. Fame is enough to live a lifetime without worrying about food and clothing.

If Du Lanyue's words are true, he is like a current number one scholar, Wu Qu Xingjun reborn.

And now that Jiang Mulin has just arrived in Jiang Song, anyone who dares to pretend to be his old man's personal apprentice will definitely be impatient, so there are almost no doubters.

The audience under the stage showed sighs and jealousy. He pretended not to see it, but he saw it in his eyes and enjoyed it very much.

He crossed his legs, full of intentional expressions, still eloquent, turned around and began to talk about a few anecdotes about how the brothers and sisters got along, after all, he had the upper hand in the end, with a look that maybe the next day The seniority of the seniors is about to be rearranged.

At this moment, outside the Kangji Teahouse, 15-year-old Li Yinghong tied her headband and jumped all the way to the door, still muttering to herself: "This is this, shameless guy, If you ask where someone is blowing Xingyi, you will be able to find him."

As soon as she entered the door, she heard the junior on the stage, who happened to say that she was a good cryer who couldn't fight, and suddenly the veins on her forehead popped up, and she rolled up her sleeves and wanted to beat him down.

But someone moved a step faster than her, and only heard the clear and clear voice of a young man from the corner: "Du Shaoxia, you have said so much, everyone already knows that you are amazing, and they are a little tired of hearing it, how about showing everyone your hands?" ?”

Li Yinghong took advantage of the situation and stopped her movements. She turned her head and looked over, only to see a handsome young man talking gracefully.

"Very well, Du Shaoxia opened our eyes!"

Some people in the audience echoed it, and it happened that everyone was envious when they heard it, so it's better to see people with both hands.

"Okay."

Du Lanyue smiled slightly, then sprang up, her eyes hardened, she turned around and stopped, and punched down on the rough wooden bench behind her, the harsh cracking sound scattered along the wind, and the splashed wood chips Almost frightened the tea drinkers in the audience.

He turned his back and smiled confidently, "Show ugly."

At any rate, it was also taught by Jiang Mulin himself, and for the sake of face, in order to prevent the notoriety of "famous teachers do not produce high apprentices" in the future, Du Lanyue himself practiced hard, so it is not difficult to shock a guy who doesn't know martial arts.

With such momentum, the laymen stared wide-eyed in shock, but Li Yinghong shook her head. She looked at the junior brother who kept rubbing her knuckles from the side, and thought that she deserved to be a show-off idiot. Yes, your hand is swollen, right?
It seems that Li Yinghong is not the only one who is not shocked by this. The young man who asked the question just now said with an interested expression: "Du Shaoxia is very skilled. I really admire him. I wonder if you are interested in giving me a try?"

As soon as Wu Gou said this, a kind-hearted old man sitting next to him secretly tugged at his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong? You can challenge Jiang Mulin's personal disciple at will? Didn't you see the bench just now?" Do you want to be torn apart by someone else's punch?"

This kind of thinking is the same as that of everyone seated here, only thinking that he is a joke who has never seen the world.

　still, but later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)