The Last Mecha

Chapter 84 Opening ([-])

On June 6st, the morning sun broke through the clouds, and the big golden sun wheel cast a piece of red sea towards Jiangsong. The Jiangsong Guoshu Museum seemed to be in the middle of this magnificent scene. A lot of people crowded around, all with fresh eyes.

This three-story new building of the Beijing School opened its doors today, and the well-dressed visitors held invitations, most of whom were big figures in Jiang Song's party who could command the wind and rain, military officers, martial artists, businessmen, good and bad people, except for the black-haired Xia people. , and even blond and blue-eyed Westerners.

"Wow, there are a lot of people here." Li Yinghong stood on the second floor and looked down, "There must be a lot of talented people here who want to learn from the master. This time, the master is in Jiang Song's martial arts gym, and this time, he will be excited."

"I'm afraid that it's not all about apprenticeship."

Song Yunqian said behind her, a pair of shining eyes were piercing.

"I don't want to be a teacher, why are you here? Is it really for communication?" Li Yinghong tilted her head.

"Jiang Song is very complicated. The emperor's faction, the local faction, and the foreigners' faction. Although the gang is not as good as before, it is also a faction of its own. There are also scattered martial arts families, and all parties are intertwined. These people may not be able to do it. It’s good to see Xingyimen.”

"Those foreigners? For sure! The villains from outside, how can they see us in Daxia? It's the blond haired one, watch me kick him out!"

Li Yinghong cheered up, clenched her fists and was about to go downstairs, but was grabbed by the elder brother.

"What's the rush? They came here in the name of congratulations. Are you making Master Jiang feel wronged? Besides, in Jiang Song, foreigners may not be the only ones who have trouble with our Xingyi Sect."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Jiang Song Martial Art Museum, the name was given by His Majesty. We are a school of Xingyi. We hang such a signboard. What do others think when they see it? Oh, your Xingyi Quan can represent Chinese martial arts. It is comparable to other martial arts in the world. Are you heretics?"

"Then, because they couldn't swallow this breath, they dared to come and smash Master's place?"

"It's not a matter of reputation. It's hard to tell which school is good or bad, but there must be some status. Master Jiang wants to expand the Xingyi Gate. The Great Xia One Kingdom is just such a big bowl. If you eat an extra bite, others will eat it." Eat less. In addition, Master Jiang came to Jiang Song not all because of the Xingyimen. His Majesty wrote a letter for him, and he has to explain... In short, you remember, if nothing happens today, that is the best. Don’t be surprised if you bleed or die, I’m here to remind you—bring your real sword and stay vigilant.”

Song Yunqian deliberately emphasized the syllable of "true".

Outside the Martial Arts Hall, two teenagers tried their best to push through the crowd, one of them was strolling in the courtyard, and the other looked a little timid.

"Shuying, Shuying, the invitation is for you. Is it really good for you to bring me here? If you don't know how to stop at the gate, will you be stopped by others? Although I am not a thin-skinned person, there are so many people looking at me .”

Duan Changgong was shy. There were so many people on the street that he wanted to clenched his thumbs. He used to be a scavenger, and he would always be Jiang Song’s background board. He would not be stopped for half a second. Look, where have you ever enjoyed this kind of treatment?

"What are you afraid of? Who said that an invitation card can't bring people in? I just said that you are my younger brother, and you can't be a group of relatives and friends?"

Liu Shuying looked indifferent, stroking the hilt of his sword.

"But but but look at me with triangular eyes and drooping brows, which drop of blood on the two of us looks like relatives, can people believe it?"

"Don't worry, if it wasn't for your help to hide it, I might have burned this invitation card long ago. I, Liu Shuying, will repay my kindness. I have a fight with someone today, and I will also appoint you to get in. In other words, What about Wu Hook? Didn’t he also have an invitation card?”

"He's an old man? He sees the beginning and the end every day. Who knows, maybe he will still sleep at home and come back when there are fewer people watching the fun. If you say he is late, I will believe it."

"Well, it sounds a bit outrageous, but if it's him, it's normal."

The sound of water droplets rang through my ears, and there was a slight howl in the bright red blood drops all over the ground and the sound of heavy breathing.

The hunchback's hands were tied behind his back, his eyes were blindfolded, and under his half-open coat, the red wound stretched ferociously from his neck to his lower abdomen, like thin coiled snakes.

He is a resident of Yaoshui Lane and Tiehu's contact person. Originally, he got an invitation today and planned to sneak into Jiangsong Guoshu Academy to note down all the handsome young people there.

But not long after he went out, he bumped into a flustered young man and told a few flawed lies, which made him suspicious, thinking that today was his good luck, and he bumped into the person Tie Hu was looking for on the street .

The boy turned his head and ran, not letting the hunchback go. He hid a knife in his sleeve and chased him for several streets, until he passed a remote corner, and his fierce fist turned into a phantom, becoming more and more in his sight. big.

The knife fell to the ground.

When he woke up, his whole body was bound tightly, and the sound of the knife cutting across the iron basin could be heard endlessly.
The roar of pain lasted for a long time, but unfortunately there was no one around.

"Who else is under Tiehu? You were only sent to the Martial Arts Academy?" Wu Gou spun the black and blue knife point in his hand. You can continue, explain it earlier, finish it earlier, save time, and it is good for us.

"No more." The severe pain caused the hunchback to gasp for air, his cramped thighs trembled uncontrollably, his body was black and red, and he looked very scary. The pain was destroyed by Wu Hook's third bow of shock. All his psychological defenses were broken, "I have told you all the people I know. Tiehu arranges the people through me. He seldom goes out on his own. I am the only one here. There is really no other manpower."

Wu Gou's icy eyes were frozen with the reflection of the figure, and after a long silence, he nodded: "Okay."

"You and... you and Tiehu, before you die, at least let me know."

"No time."

He threw down the two hard words, a flash of light cut off the daytime sky, and blood stained the ground.

After Wu Gou washed off the bloody smell from his body and sneaked into the gate of the Martial Art Museum among the crowd, the entire lobby was already full of people sitting on both sides. Someone in a row of people looked up and then waved to him. The lips shouted falsely: "This way."

"I left a stool for you." Liu Shuying opened the wooden bench with a big hand, looked at Wu Gou who sat down quietly, "What did you do? It's so late."

"Diarrhea." Wu Gou responded with his voice pressed down, his eyes turned away, and then he murmured, "Hey, interesting, there are a lot of people here today."

Zhang Li, governor of Jiangnan, Guo Penglai, inspector of Jiangsong City, John Barons, president of the Breton Chamber of Commerce in Jiangsong, tycoons Liu Changsheng, Xue Youcheng, and martial arts masters, big and small, are sitting here today. They are all people who can change the fate of this city, which is far from being a resource that a martial artist can leverage.

(End of this chapter)