The Last Mecha

Chapter 83 New and Old

The next day, the early sun was overcast, with strong winds and clouds, and a slight chill.

A strong smell of ink wafts from the newspaper's printing factory, and the sweat-soaked workers are busy day and night, sending bundles of wood pulp paper into the sight of the world.

On May 5th, Jiang Mulin, a martial artist, published in the newspaper for the third time, and widely distributed invitations, inviting the new generation of young talents from Jiangsong City to come to the Guoshu Museum for exchange.

A generation of Xingyimen master Jiang Mulin claimed that "national art is a weapon for saving the country in the new era. In the face of unprecedented changes, it is the responsibility of the older generation of martial artists not to miss any seedlings with potential. Fairness, openness, and impartiality will These will be the three most important principles.”

The boulder fell into the sea, and the waves rose up.

For a while, people's hearts fluttered, and the generals, martial arts halls, military empresses, and the vast number of young people who hoped to change their destiny through their own efforts had their own imaginations.

The Jiangsong Martial Art Museum, which just opened within a day, is full of people, and the crowds are full of people fighting for success.

Personal disciples, everyone understands how rare it is, and everyone wants to fight for it.After all, that position may be able to receive the resources of an entire country in the future.The recruitment of the university hall is incomparable.

Even if he is not a direct disciple, just entering the martial arts hall in Jiangsong and doing odd jobs outside the sect is a good thing for a lifetime without worrying about food and clothing.

There are too many people who are eager to share.

Outside the concession, in Hantang Street, there are stretches of red-lacquered new buildings with green tiles, like a red sea topped with black and blue lotus leaves.

In the middle of the Red Sea, there is a medium-sized blue tile building with a plaque on the top of the door opening and a pair of couplets on the left and right walls.

Lianxu: "The sharp gun is only happy except for the provocation, and the bear and the tiger are charged with millions of shots."

The plaque said: "Kyushu Baji."

On a cloudy day, the wind blows the fallen leaves all over the place. On the entrance road paved with round stones, there are mud spots and scattered footprints that slipped down after the broken rain yesterday. A drop of clear water accumulated on the tiles drips, and the crisp sound is heard far away.

desolate.

Inside the gate of the courtyard is a table for the Eight Immortals, with a pot of tea and two newspapers on it. A young man and a teenager are sitting next to each other, with calm expressions on their faces.

Bajimen, Qu Guangyi and Li Youyi are the only direct descendants of Li Baji in Jiang Song.But other than that, Jiang Song didn't have anyone else who could fight at the eighth level.

"Yuichi, have you read the newspaper?"

The middle-aged man was thin, with a voice of smoking and drinking, wearing a Tang suit, with high arched cheekbones, and he looked like a skeleton.

The boy was wearing a black blouse, his limbs were strong, and he looked at the person next to him with a stare-like gaze, and responded with a pursed mouth: "Look."

"Then get ready."

"What are you going to do?"

"Six rounds."

"Uncle mean?"

"What uncle, that's your master's master, called Master Li."

"If I call Master Li a few more times, he won't come to teach me. He just pointed out a few words. Now it's good, and I need to help him."

"Who said, what do you want to help him?"

"It's not that he and Jiang Mulin don't like each other, so you want me to help you mess things up?"

"What did you say, Mr. Li didn't mean that."

"Then why did he ask me to play Liubei? To enter the Xingyimen?"

"if not?"

"Are you kidding me? How is Baji so bad? If I don't teach myself, I'm going to ask others for advice with a straight face? Uncle, Mr. Li, what does he think?"

"Youyi." Qu Guangyi raised his hand, tapped the origami fan on the table, and stared at him with heavy eyelids, "You know, Mr. Li has such a heroic and staunch temper, and I can't change it. Now he is getting older and older. When he grows up, he will hardly have any heirs in his life, and since he is one of the few bloodlines of the Li family, he regards you as his son from the bottom of his heart."

"Snapped!"

Li You stood up suddenly, spread his five fingers and slapped the table, the old wooden table creaked and whined.

"He treats me like his son and asks me to come to Jiangsong? Half a year has passed without seeing each other? He regards me as his son and asks me to enter Bajimen, and then he will teach me some three-legged cat kung fu and leave it alone?"

Veins popped up on his face, and his heavy breathing seemed to turn into fuel, which gathered in his eyes and was about to burn.

"Sit down." Qu Guangyi said calmly without moving.

"What should I sit on?"

"I let you sit!!!"

Amidst the angry shout, Li You rolled his bulging eyeballs twice, then sat down heavily, panting heavily.

"This person and that, in order to seek blood, you must know how to advance and retreat." Apart from the tiger drinking, Qu Guangyi's voice was still calm, "A month ago, it was your birthday, and your Master Li sent you a A gift, but don't ask me to give it to you at that time, but wait until today."

As he said this, he turned back and went into the house, and took out from the locked cabinet on the third floor, a ten-foot-long long-topped gun with a seven-inch tip, weighing four liang, square-edged and flat like buckwheat , Between the edges and corners of the blood groove, the chill fell like snow.

The sky was shining brightly, and a black and blue light and shadow reverberated.

"This is." Li Youyi squeezed his lips tightly, and the corners of his mouth lightly pursed.

"Yu Qilin, the old man didn't love much in his life, only martial arts. This qi gun is one of his three favorites. It has a low qi content and is suitable for you now."

"Why did he give me this? Liuhe Daqiang, he only taught me [-]%."

"Master Li has his plans, so don't worry. You can learn the gun later. Six beats, maybe this is the last time he opened it. Don't waste your last chance."

"No, why Xingyimen? Why Jiang Mulin, who has a bad relationship with Master Li?"

"It's just because it's Xingyimen, Neijiaquan, and it's the same as this thing." Qu Guangyi poked the big gun on the table with his withered fingers, "The future world is the world of energy and metal. Tai Chi, Bagua, Xing I mean, they are the lucky ones who belong to the era. To be honest, no one can decide what the future of the Bajimen will be. But you are the only blood of the Li family, and you are the relatives that Master Li treats as your son. Falling with the times, but you can't."

Li Youyi stood up slowly, with his hands behind his back, the veins on the protruding temples looked scary, and he walked straight three times around the Eight Immortals table.

Then he sat down suddenly, his eyes flickering: "But even so, why is it Jiang Mulin, the masters of internal boxing are all over the world, is it because he is close to the emperor?"

"Don't tell me, you're right. Do you know why Master Li and Jiang Mulin don't like each other?" Qu Guangyi said leisurely, "There is no deep hatred, it's just a disagreement, because Jiang Mulin will get closer to the emperor. But because of this temperament, he is the most suitable person. Mr. Li, in his whole life, he has a straight temper. Apart from foreign bandits, he hates those who exercise power the most. Therefore, he does not engage in business affairs, and is not close to officials and businessmen. A chivalrous man lives, a chivalrous man dies, a single-handedly single-handed man. But you don’t have to follow his old path.”

"Is this what Master Li meant?"

"As for him, he has been stubborn all his life. It is impossible to hear such words from his mouth. But how he is doing now, you and I are not blind."

No one speaks, half a cup of herbal tea ripples, the slanting wind sweeps the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and tender grass and new peanuts grow in the gaps.

(End of this chapter)