There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 124 The Cat Wants to Fight the Sword
Malay's eyes were a little dull, so he lost?
When he regained consciousness and saw the clothes on his body, he couldn't help being disheveled in the wind.Because the clothes turned into strips of cloth, fluttering in the wind...

"Boss Ma, you're gone."

After Yan Qingkong was stunned, he suppressed a smile and reminded him that he didn't know if Brother Mao did it on purpose, but it didn't look like it, but it was too hurtful.

"what--"

Ma Lai screamed, and quickly covered his crotch, and found that the crotch was not cut into cloth strips, so he couldn't help laughing a few times in embarrassment.

However, Malay is a big shot after all, what scene has he not seen?
He recovered quickly, and didn't pay too much attention to the clothes that were almost turned into strips, as long as they wouldn't be worn out anyway.

At this time, the way he looked at Brother Mao became a little different.

"Haha, brother cat is really good." Ma Lai couldn't help sighing, shook his head and said, "I lost before I realized it, it was too fast."

"Meow."

The yellow cat meowed, appearing a little humble.

"President Ma, shall I go get a set of clothes for you to change into temporarily?"

Yan Qingkong looked at the dozens of cloth strips fluttering in the wind on Malai, wondering if he should take a photo to commemorate it?

This is not good, I'm afraid Malay will go crazy...

"No need, your clothes are too big and don't fit me." Ma looked at the sermon on his body, "Anyway, I live nearby, I just call and have someone deliver it."

"also."

Yan Qingkong nodded and walked towards the pavilion.

At this time, Ma Lai picked up the mobile phone that was placed aside to make a call, and then returned to the pavilion, sitting on the stone plinth indifferently.

However, the trouser legs have become strips of cloth hanging down, making the two legs bare.

When he reached for the tea, his arm was also bare, with a few strips of cloth hanging from the end...

Yan Qingkong couldn't bear to look directly, and glared at Brother Mao who was drinking tea, and Brother Mao looked at him with a confused face, not quite understanding why Yan Qingkong stared at it.

Ma looked at Brother Mao with a somewhat different gaze, and his gaze at Yan Qingkong became even more different.

The cat next to me is so powerful, wouldn't the owner be going to heaven?
Could it be that he is Mr. Yan from the Longevity Inn?
Otherwise, it would be so natural when calling "Mr. Yan"?

Ma Lai became curious, and it was precisely because he was curious about Yan Qingkong's identity that he came up to ask for tea.

He, the big boss of a business empire, would be so free?

However, every time he came out of the Longevity Inn, he would forget everything about Mr. Yan, and only remembered the title "Mr. Yan".

Although he still didn't know the identity of Mr. Yan, after seeing this yellow cat, he understood why the eldest princess wanted to win over Mr. Yan.

This is definitely the legendary master.

"Mr. Yan, traditional martial arts are now being strongly questioned, are you willing to come forward to save the situation?" Ma Lai hesitated and asked, although he performed the performances of smashing bricks with his palm and piercing stone slabs with his fist, but because of his identity, no one believed him .

Doubts grew stronger.

In his opinion, Mr. Yan is a master of masters, and his first move is absolutely shocking.

"When will traditional martial arts not be questioned?"

Yan Qingkong pondered for a while, and said: "In fact, if you can't make a move, the traditional martial arts are there, and the inheritance cannot be broken. The real ones can't be fake, and the fake ones can't be true either..."

Ma Lai smiled wryly.

Because in the world of martial arts, there are indeed a group of fake people, who use the name of traditional martial arts to deceive and tarnish the reputation of traditional martial arts.

It is because of them that traditional martial arts are questioned...

However, Mr. Yan said that the inheritance of martial arts cannot be broken, so he somewhat disagrees.If no one is willing to learn it, and everyone is busy making money, how can there be a fart inheritance?
But now to practice martial arts, it is better to sell tea eggs.

"Mr. Yan, can you consider one or two?" Ma Lai asked a little bit unwillingly.

At this time, only real martial arts can save the situation.Although he is one, he can't turn the tide. A person's strength is always limited.

"I'm afraid I'm powerless."

Yan Qingkong shook his head, besides, he didn't want to expose himself so early, although in the end his identity would still be known by those who were destined.

At this time, Ma Lai didn't speak, but just drank cups of tea, and suddenly said: "Why don't Mr. Yan borrow Brother Mao?"

"No, it will scare people." Yan Qingkong rolled his eyes.

Come to think of it, it seems to be the same.

This cat is indeed a bit of a monster, and I am afraid it will become a monster in the mouth of others. Under the guidance of caring people, it may cause panic in the society.

"I intend to accept the challenge of Yu Dong, the martial arts anti-counterfeit fighting coach, and contribute to the traditional martial arts world." Ma Lai pondered for a while, looking at Yan Qingkong with some expectation.

"President Ma, come on." Yan Qingkong said.

Uh……

Ma Lai froze for a moment.

"However, in your capacity as Mr. Ma, I'm afraid it's not appropriate." Yan Qingkong thought for a while and said, "Your body is there, how do you ask Yu Dong to make a move? Does he dare to make a move?"

Malay frowned.

"Even if you really win, will they believe it? Moreover, as Mr. Ma, you are not suitable at all, and you have put the cart before the horse."

Yan Qingkong shook his head and felt the phone vibrate. When he saw that it was Chen Bo's call, he answered it and said a few words, "Mr. Ma, come to Linshuilou for a seat."

After all, it is not very good to be seen with such an image of Malay.

"it is good."

Ma Lai nodded and followed Yan Qingkong to Linshui Tower.

A few minutes later, Uncle Chen led a young man in his early thirties in, and the young man was still carrying a bag.

Malay left shortly after.

"Brother Cat, why did you come out suddenly?" Yan Qingkong asked the yellow cat by the lake in front of Linshui Building, "Just want to compete with Ma Lai?"

"Meow."

The yellow cat nodded, but Ma Lai made it a little disappointed.

At this time, he saw that it was past ten o'clock, so he took a set of tea sets and a yellow cat back to the Longevity Inn, and he placed the tea set at one end of the steps.

"Brother Cat, try making tea yourself?"

Yan Qingkong said to the yellow cat, and then went to the kitchen to get busy.

At sunset, he came out of the kitchen, boiled water with charcoal in the copper stove and made a pot of tea, then said to the yellow cat hidden in the welcoming pine: "Brother Cat, come down and drink tea."

The yellow cat jumped down excitedly, sat on the steps, grabbed a cup of tea and tasted it slowly.

"Brother Cat, do you want to be a hero?"

Yan Qingkong looked at the sunset road, in fact, it was a little angry after hearing Malay's words.

Unfortunately, with its status, it is indeed not suitable to show its face in front of the world, otherwise it will definitely agree to Ma Lai to help save the face of traditional martial arts...

The yellow cat looked at Yan Qingkong in confusion, as if he didn't quite understand.

"Just like Master Huang, get rid of the violent and make the good good, weed out the strong and help the weak." Yan Qingkong pondered for a while, then stared at Huang Maoyan and said, "However, don't bully the weak and do something bad."

"Meow."

The yellow cat stood up and nodded. .

"Then you can go at night, don't lose face of Changsheng Inn."

Yan Qingkong smiled and said, with the yellow cat's incomparable IQ and terrifying kung fu, there is no pressure to act chivalrously.

Moreover, the yellow cat prefers this...

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(End of this chapter)