The Last Mecha

Chapter 77

Jiangsong ushered in the sunset on this day, and the dim red color slowly faded on the vast land, leaving behind the sporadic lights of thousands of households.

The bright moon hangs high, and a gleam of light falls on the streets of Haiyang. This is one of the most prosperous areas in the concession, and the most conspicuous one is the three-story Beijing-style building that has been quietly completed.

At first glance, this building looks like a traditional courtyard house. The white walls under the blue tiles are full of carvings and paintings symbolizing auspiciousness and auspiciousness. Lost atmosphere, the upper and lower layers of the structure is the best way to use it on the ocean street where every inch of land is expensive.

It's officially opened as sweaty worker goalkeepers place a red-lacquered plaque in the center of the building.

I saw five large characters on the head of the card:
Jiang Song Guoshu Museum.

"Hey, this Guo Penglai's handwriting is good, even more impressive than our restaurant in the capital."

Lu Shouliang raised his head. He was pushing a small wooden cart in his hand, which was filled with various iron balls, copper rings, and silver wrenches of unknown meaning, which jingled all the way.

"What does it have to do with Guo Penglai? The city inspector is just a follower. Who doesn't know that in Jiang Song, Zhang Li has the final say on all major and minor matters." Song Yunqian rubbed his head with a smile on his lips, "But it's true. Praise them, take the trouble."

"You shouldn't praise them, you should praise Your Majesty."

Shen Ziyan, who has always cherished words like gold, suddenly spoke, and the other two senior brothers heard the meaning inside and outside the words, and understood in their hearts.

Xiahuang's farewell letter cleared away all obstacles for their group on the road, and I am afraid that Jiang Song's prestige will still be there.

Hurrying footsteps came from afar, and the three of them turned their heads, only to see that it was Li Yinghong, the junior sister, and the little lamp tied with two red strings was raised and lowered in the shadow of the lamp.

While running, she was still muttering: "It's over, it's over, I forgot to cook fish for Master, Master Guanyin, Tianmu Mazu, God Haotian bless me, don't let Master come back first."

In the end, she didn't run two steps, but she stopped suddenly, and slapped her forehead delicately, "It's broken, where is the fish? Where did I put it?"

"Okay, Ah Hong, here's some good news for you. This martial arts gym has just been unveiled. Master Jiang hasn't come yet, and the brothers just arrived after a few rounds of strolling outside." The second senior brother Lu Shouliang looked at the junior sister's expression. He smiled and pointed to the black bag in Song Yunqian's hand, "Here, your fish is still there."

After hearing this, Li Yinghong had an expression of the rest of her life, and lightly wiped the sweat on her forehead with her fingers, "Is it true that Master won't come back after eating out? Then should I burn it?"

"Burn it, it's not like you don't know Master Jiang's temper." Song Yunqian glanced across the street with few people behind his junior sister, "Didn't you go to look for Lanyue? Didn't you find it?"

"I searched and found it."

As Li Yinghong said, her thief's eyes rolled around her sockets several times.

"What about others? On the first day of the opening of the museum, the first meal of Master's grocery shopping, this guy will not sneak away, he is not a fool."

"It's true that he wasn't before, but it's hard to say now."

"What do you mean?"

"He was in a martial arts competition in the teahouse, and he was punched in the head. He is still unconscious. I asked someone to take care of him. He will be sent back when he wakes up."

"Huh? Du Lanyue? Got knocked out by someone's punch?"

Lu Shouliang stared, although Du Lanyue was always disliked among their senior brothers and sisters, but just thinking about being beaten up in the street like this made him feel ashamed.

That guy not only shamed himself, but also smeared Xingyimen.

"Who did he lose to?"

Song Yunqian was the most stable of the five apprentices, even after hearing such uncomfortable news, he didn't frown at all.

"That's right, tell me! Who did he lose to? Let's see how your senior brother will find his way back—"

In the middle of Lu Shouliang's words, he was stared at by Song Yunqian, and immediately stuck out his tongue and fell silent.

"Let me explain first, I'm not telling you a joke." Li Yinghong looked serious, "The person who defeated Du Lanyue is just a kid who hasn't formally practiced martial arts, and he doesn't necessarily look older than me. "

"Is that so, huh?"

After all, Song Yunqian still couldn't maintain his stable image, and the two thick eyebrows on the corners of his eyes were twisted together like strands.

A child without professional training could beat Jiang Mulin's disciple to the ground with one punch. He subconsciously felt that such a thing was impossible.

but--

His dark brown eyes reflected the girl in front of him with aura like water, the last living example was standing in front of him.

Not impossible.

"Master Jiang came to Jiang Song this time, maybe he can pick up the treasure." He muttered to himself.

"Senior brother, brother, what you say is so strange." Li Yinghong poked the signboard with her increasingly slender fingers, "Why did you choose such a general name as 'Jiangsong Guoshu Museum'? It's not better to call it Tianzhiguan or something like this— —Ouch! Second senior brother, what are you doing!"

Lu Shouliang patted her hard on the top of the head, then jumped into the door and said with a smile: "Kids, don't worry about adults' business, come here, come in quickly, before Master comes back, don't know that we are all slip away."

"Slip."

"No"

In the empty closed-loop room, Lu Shouliang's voice danced back and forth, and a candle flickered on and off, casting a long shadow on the person in front of the table in the dark night.

Jiang Mulin slammed an old book bound with blue leather and white thread in his hand, with an amiable expression, "Now I know."

Everyone present shivered subconsciously.

At the same time, Huaining Street, Wu's house.

Dim lights filled the room. After dinner, the whole family sat around the table in a dignified manner. There was a tendency of multi-party talks. The faint candle shadow danced happily on everyone's faces. As the protagonist, Wu Gou accepted everyone's gaze.

After the meal, he said that he had something to discuss with his family. In view of the extraordinary performance of this 15-year-old boy in recent days, all family members did not dare to neglect.

"Have you read yesterday's newspaper? Jiang Mulin, the master of Xingyimen in the capital, has come to Jiangsong to open his shop. Well, what I mean is, I want to try and become his disciple. If I succeed If not, I may not be at home for a while.”

Wu Gou spat out every single word from his mouth, and no one showed any disbelief when they heard the Arabian Nights-like speech.

Everyone even thought that once he raised a question, the boy would pat his chest and respond confidently with "I have a way".

These days, everyone has seen what Wu Gou has done and achieved, and trust in him has been rooted in everyone's hearts. Wu Yiou and Xu Qiuyu have long let him go.No matter whether it is literary, martial arts or business, no one will worry about whether he is feasible, at most it is a question of whether it is worthwhile.

But for Wu Gou, he had to talk about it.

Moreover, in this family, he still has a lot of unfinished business.

(End of this chapter)