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Chapter 351 Dragon Palace
Climb up the winding stone steps, and at the end of the road is a magnificent mansion.

Someone whistled and said, "We've arrived at the Dragon Palace," and the crowd laughed in a friendly manner.

"Please don't say such things about the Dragon Palace."

Butler Tu had a helpless expression on his face. As the process of Tu's rise to wealth was too legendary, there had always been a saying among the people that Tu's ancestor had encountered a shipwreck and everyone else was drowned, but he was the only one who was saved by the Dragon King because of his good deeds. He was taken to the Dragon Palace, treated well, and was summoned to be the son-in-law of the Dragon King.

But his parents were still alive, so in order to fulfill his filial duty, he reluctantly parted with his wife and returned to shore with the dragon ball, a token of their love. After that, every time he went out to sea, he could bring back a lot of fish, jewelry, and money.

It was also because of these rumors that in the past there were always bandits and thieves who would approach the island in small sampans, trying to steal the dragon balls and other property from the home of the "Dragon King's Consort", causing the Tu family so much trouble that they had to build a high wall around the courtyard.

As the sky gradually darkened, the red gates opened and hundreds of servants inside were busy hanging up lights and decorations, preparing for tomorrow's birthday banquet.

Butler Tu led everyone through the threshold, through two courtyards and corridors, and came to the west wing. Eight tables of fragrant food had been set up in the room.

"Everyone, please enjoy your stay here first. The guest rooms have been prepared. Take a night's rest. The birthday banquet will officially begin at 15:00 tomorrow morning."

Butler Tu took his leave first, and the people from the martial arts world, who had been tossed on the sea and hungry for most of the day, did not hesitate to sit down and enjoy a hearty meal.

Li Sheng and Hui Yu also found a seat and sat down. One of the main rules for players is not to eat food of unknown origin, so Li Sheng just pretended to eat and put everything into the three-dimensional warehouse.

Hui Yu, who had a stomach of steel, had no scruples and just picked up her chopsticks to eat. In particular, the plate of white fish sashimi placed in the middle of the table was so delicate and sweet that she nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Su, you are here too?"

The door of the wing room was pushed open, and a young man in blue clothes said to Su Konghu excitedly.

The guests who had arrived at Chihai Island earlier had already finished their meal. When they heard the noise, they came over to say hello and try to get close to each other.

The so-called flowery sedan is carried by people. This instinct is engraved in the genes of social animals and will not change because of practicing martial arts.

For a moment, the whole room was filled with business flattery.

"Half a year since we last met, Brother Zhao's Turtle Breathing Technique has become even more profound."

"No, no, Brother Miao, your Bull Demonic Power is progressing very fast. It's almost the eighth level, right?"

Hui Yu, who was chewing a chicken leg, suddenly thought of something and said to Li Sheng in a low voice, "There are so many warriors on this island. Is each of them equivalent to a martial arts secret book?"

Li Sheng nodded, "Probably."

"Baji, baji, how about we use both soft and hard tactics, baji, baji, and get some secret skills back?"

Hui Yu gnawed on a chicken leg, his expression eager to try. "In the last script, the world was full of six-base creatures, and the immortal cultivation techniques they researched were not available to Earthlings. There shouldn't be any restrictions in this martial arts world, right?"

"You think quickly."

Li Sheng patted Huiyu's little head with satisfaction, and the latter grinned innocently.

Compared to other mainstream power systems, such as the Force, which requires extremely high talent, superpowers that require brain computing power, and inhuman bloodlines that are prone to losing control and running wild,

The threshold for martial arts is almost non-existent.

A secret book, a high-definition picture of the twelve meridians of the human body printed by the graphic advertising shop downstairs, and some medicinal bath combination packs bought online on the shabby street.
You will definitely be able to learn something in half a year or a year.

Moreover, martial arts also have a very high compatibility. In the middle and late stages, you can combine superpowers and body transformation to advance, or wear mecha to retreat, and give full play to the warrior's nerve reflex speed and physical advantages.

As far as Li Sheng knows, the Special Affairs Bureau likes to collect martial arts secrets from all over the world. "Nine Yang Divine Art" and "Dugu Nine Swords" are just basic ones. There are also "Xiantian Qiankun Gong" and "Three-Point Return to Origin Qi" from Hong Kong comics.

Even the driver who drives for the Mobile Task Force can perform a full set of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and he has the same audio system as Qiao Feng.

The innate junior masters in this world right now have physical strength comparable to that of Captain America. The skills they practice can at least earn them a few hundred game coins.

"Don't worry about the secret book for now. What's important now is to find out what on the island is threatening us."

Li Sheng waved his hand. The mission required them to survive on the island for a day and a half, and this group of martial artists didn't seem to be able to fly.

Even if they dared to surround and kill Li Sheng, Li Sheng could use the hot air balloon in the warehouse to climb to a height of one thousand meters to ensure his own safety.

Unless the threat is not human
"Ok?"

Li Sheng smelled something, raised his eyebrows and looked outside the door.

Several other innate warriors with keen senses also noticed the abnormality and turned their heads to look outside the door at the same time.

A faint smell of blood drifted over with the wind, and an old man in brocade clothes, about fifty years old, walked out of the woods with a dazed expression and stopped in the middle of the courtyard.

He was covered in blood, and his arms and hands were covered with fine cuts from the blade, especially on both sides of his head, where his scalp was cut. "Isn't this Mr. Tu Qiaohua from the second branch of the Tu family?"

Someone at the dinner table hesitated and asked, "What happened to him?"

"can not eat,"

Tu Qiaohua turned his head abruptly and stared at everyone at the table with a terrifying look in his eyes and a shrill voice, "You can't eat it!"

Huiyu, who had a piece of sashimi between his chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, then put the sashimi back into the bowl.

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Zhang Fuluan, the young Taoist priest from Mount Longhu, and the Kuyu monk from the Daxiangguo Temple stood up silently, put down their bowls and chopsticks at the same time, rushed into the courtyard, came to Tu Qiaohua, and quickly checked the latter's condition.

The Tu family has five branches, and Tu Qiaohua is the fourth generation member of the second branch. In his early years, he had been active in the Central Plains, handling the Tu family's business affairs. He had close contacts with Buddhists and Taoists, had connections in Longhu Mountain and Xiangguo Temple, and learned some martial arts.

Until a few years ago when he had health problems, he announced that he was returning to his hometown in Shanghai to live for a long time, and transferred all interpersonal relationships to his son Tu Qiaoru.

"Stop the bleeding first."

Zhang Fuluan tapped Tu Qiaohua's shoulder several times to stop the bleeding, then observed the wound. "The wounds are dense, not to the vital part. Judging from the direction of the wound, it seems that he cut himself."

"It was definitely Master Tu who did it himself."

Ku Yu took out a small blood-stained blade from Tu Qiaohua's right palm. While frowning slightly, his hands moved without slowing down at all. He skillfully took out the water bag, gold wound medicine and white cloth, cleaned Tu Qiaohua's wound, applied medicine and bandaged it.

"Second Master? Second Master?"

The servants' panicked and anxious shouts came from far away. A group of people carrying lanterns rashly rushed into the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Tu Qiaohua.

"Dad, why are you here?"

The handsome middle-aged man leading the group was Tu Qiaoru, the fifth generation of the second branch of the family. When he saw his father covered in wounds, his eyes flashed with pain, struggle, and relief.

"Mr. Qiao Ru,"

Zhang Fuluan cupped his hands. He didn't know Ku Yu, but he was very familiar with Tu Qiaoru. "Your father, this is..."

"Delirium." Tu Qiaoru forced himself to cheer up, waved his hand and asked the servant to take the medicine from Ku Yu and apply it carefully to his father.

At the dinner table, the head of Qingtao Temple sighed and said quietly, "Except for the 90-year-old Tu Lao Madam of the second generation, the remaining generations of the Tu family will suffer from various diseases when they are around 45 years old.

They suffer from chest pain, tuberculosis, stroke, and delirium, and it is difficult for them to live past fifty or sixty. This is true even if they marry people from different places.

It can be seen that the rumors about Tu's Dragon Palace in the market are purely rumors spread by fools who are jealous and hate the rich. "

Li Sheng rubbed his chin. For common genetic diseases, such as coronary heart disease, juvenile diabetes, hemophilia, Huntington's disease, etc., only one type is inherited in a family.
The Tu family is so bad, they have heart disease, stroke, mental illness, and they are collecting all the Pokémon? Life is full of suffering, right?
"Second uncle, how come you can't even look after Second Uncle?"

A slightly greasy voice sounded from the other side of the courtyard. A young man in his twenties dressed in green came over and said to Tu Qiaoru in a rather provocative tone, "Don't run out of the room and scare your great-grandmother like you did last time."

"This is Tu Dongcong, the sixth generation of the third branch."

The Qing Tao Temple Master whispered, "He is in charge of the business in Nanyang. He is a good person, but he is very rude."

"Thank you for the reminder, nephew."

Tu Qiaoru, who was ridiculed by his nephew in front of acquaintances, looked slightly unhappy and spoke in a stiff tone. He waved his hand to signal the servants to help his father down and send him back to the room to take good care of him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the servant's hand touched Tu Qiaohua, the old man with bandages all over his head and face trembled violently. He swung his arms violently, threw the servant out, and hit him against the courtyard wall with a bang.

Then he started to yell wildly, "Ahhhhhhhh!"

The servants around him tried to pull Tu Qiaohua's hands and feet, but they were unable to control themselves and were dragged away by him.

Ku Yu and Zhang Fuluan, who were good at martial arts, were blocked outside the crowd. They wanted to help but couldn't squeeze in. They watched Tu Qiaohua stride across the courtyard and run towards Tu Dongcong, whose face suddenly changed.

All this happened in just a few seconds. Before anyone could react, the frantic Tu Qiaohua slapped Tu Dongcong in the middle of his eyebrows.

At the critical moment, two figures wearing sunglasses jumped out from the bamboo forest. The older man grabbed Tu Dongcong by the back of his collar and pulled him away from where he was.
The young woman held three silver needles and stabbed them into the neck of the mad Tu Qiaohua to stop his movements.

"Fuck, Yan Shuangying!"

(End of this chapter)