The Last Mecha

Chapter 85 Opening ([-])
"Duan Changgong, come here, sit closer, come next to me, straighten your waist, and hold your chest out! Oh, that's it."

Liu Shuying slapped the stool under Duan Changgong's buttocks, and forced the two of them to be shoulder to shoulder. Faced with this sudden change, Duan Changgong couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"What. Dead heat."

"Block me for a while. My old man is sitting over there. If he sees you coming to this place with me, don't think about it."

"Damn, brother, if we post it again, I don't think it's safe."

"roll."

Wu Gou ignored the two people beside him, and pointed his eyes directly at Jiang Mulin who was standing in front of the pear blossom wooden platform in the center of the lobby.

The person who had been kind to him in the previous life still looked like a farmer, not showing the mountains and showing no water, and the few wrinkles on his smiling face moved slowly, making people think that he would never lose his temper in his life.

"Today is an auspicious day. I am very happy to have this opportunity to stand here and bring the essence of Xingyimen to Jiangsong. This is a new city, but it does not prevent us from accepting some ancient things. Why? National art? This is the art of personal extension and prosperity, and the prosperity and stability of the country. I hope to see such a future."

The middle-aged man with a round face and short neck talked gracefully, without a manuscript, and he possessed a good eloquence under his simple appearance.

It stands to reason that few of the audience listened carefully to a speech like this, and most of them responded with mechanical smiles. However, there were many people on the scene with more colorful expressions and wandering eyes. I don't know if they were looking for something or waiting for something.

With a sound of "Teng", a man in a blue mandarin jacket suddenly stood up in a circle of people.

Jiang Mulin's speech was also interrupted. He raised his eyes and looked over with some drooping corners. There was no trace of displeasure in his eyes, only the meaning of asking.

"Jiang, let me tell you, I can't listen to this speech anymore, I don't agree with you!"

The man was calm, with a strong Cangzhou accent sweeping back and forth in the entire lobby.

Li Yinghong next to her subconsciously pulled her hand to pull the hilt of her waist, but Shen Ziyan slapped the back of her hand.

"Oh? Who do you dare to ask? What is the reason?"

Jiang Mulin dragged his chin, and asked in an interested but very calm tone, as if the person in front of him was not questioning himself, but just sharing some interesting gossip.

"If you don't change your name when you walk, you don't change your surname when you sit down. Li Youyuan has been practicing martial arts since he was six years old, and has studied Baji for 20 years."

As soon as he said this, there was an uproar in the hall, the surname Li, and Bajiquan, and the relationship between Li Youyun, the Pegasus sharpshooter, was unclear.

Moreover, the discord between Li Youyun and Jiang Mulin was a well-known secret. In public, the former did not give the latter face many times, but Jiang Mulin himself was always friendly, so the quarrel between the two did not get out of hand.

This person appeared here again with the intention of raising doubts. It is very intriguing whether it was his sudden intention or someone behind the instructions.

"Look at the sign outside, Jiangsong Martial Arts Museum, let me ask you, when did your Xingyimen represent Chinese martial arts?"

Li Youyuan asked in a loud voice, the veins on his forehead popped up like a spider's web.

"That young man has a big misunderstanding. I have never said that Xingyiquan can represent the national art, and I don't think so. My great summer has thousands of schools, and a hundred flowers bloom. Xingyiquan is just a flower. How dare you force it?" Dragon head."

Jiang Mulin responded slowly and sentence by sentence, without any impatience in his tone and expression.

"Then let me ask you again, Xingyiquan has its own boxing scriptures, and you wrote them. What does it say? 'Martial arts practitioners strengthen the body; national martial arts practitioners protect the home and the country; national martial arts practitioners can call it Xingyiquan." , I can’t deny what I wrote.”

As soon as the blue-clothed man uttered these words, they sat together and whispered again, discussing a lot.

"I wrote the book, and this sentence is also what I once said. It is absolutely true. But I just said that Xingyiquan can be called a national art, and so can Baji, and of course Taiji. This is what everyone recognizes. things."

Jiang Mulin still responded calmly, so that no one could notice a trace of anger.

"Hey, I know you are tactful, you are beautiful in your actions, and you can't catch your tail when you do things and talk? But what is it like in reality? Everyone is not blind. A letter from your majesty, Jiang sent Xingyi from the capital to Jiangsong, all the way smooth The signboard of the Martial Arts Hall was put up overnight, and after all you say it, you have to hold all of Jiangsong Martial Arts World in your palm."

"Jiang Song's Martial Arts Academy was initiated by His Majesty, and His Majesty's strong support is only because of our fate. I hope that the Jiangsong Martial Arts World will flourish. Come in and have a friendly exchange.”

"You fart—"

At the same time the word "fart" came to an end, there was another ear-piercing sound of a bench moving in the crowd.

Then a figure exploded like a black thunder. With a step, the floor tiles under him split into several petals. In the next second, he appeared behind Li Youyuan, his bones creaking, and he punched Li Youyuan like a long hole. Shoulder.

In the exclamation, dust, blood spots, and wood chips were scattered all over the floor, and the scarlet like splashed ink painted a large area on the floor.

Lying on the ground was a distorted human figure, with half of its arm tilted to a strange place, exposing tragic broken bones and marrow flesh, bloody and steaming, the man rolled his eyes and was unconscious.

The guy who did it looked dry, he flicked the blood on his fist, turned around and clasped his fist.

"In Jiangsong's Baji sect, Qu Guangyi, his tutor is Li Youyun. Our family is the only one who practices Bajiquan in this city, and we have never seen this person. There was indeed a rift between Master Li and Master Jiang, but it was only minor. It’s just a friction, it’s not worth mentioning. He’s busy with his affairs, so let me congratulate the opening of the Guoshu Museum on his behalf. I don’t think he should take the blame for this.”

"Thanks to Master Li for his kindness, the Jiangsong Martial Arts Museum will open today, and Bajimen is also welcome to settle in, and together we will introduce the origin of martial arts to this city."

Jiang Mulin nodded with a smile, and then waved his hands lightly. A group of people with mops, rags, medicinal materials and bandages appeared from nowhere, and the bloody traces disappeared without a trace in a moment.

It was as if he knew what was going to happen today.

"It's surprising everyone. It's my surname Jiang who doesn't do things well. How about it? If you want to put people to sleep, stop here. If you have no doubts, we-"

"I have!"

The two words with the flavor of sea oysters burst out suddenly, and everyone followed the sound, only to see that the man with golden hair draped to the root of his neck was the newly appointed president of the British Chamber of Commerce, John Barons.

(End of this chapter)