Arknights, are you a good person?

Normally, he would never say these mumblings in front of the Grand Tutor, but Old Man Er was severely beaten and his thoughts were extremely confused.

The Master remained silent, his hands folded in his sleeves, without saying a word.

Don't say anything, just record it.

Unfortunately, he only said a few words.

The second brother did not get up. After being knocked down, he leaned against the prison door, with his hands pressed against the ground. The veins on the back of his hands bulged. He picked up a blue brick from the ground and crushed it like tofu.

As he got excited, he started coughing again. The small temple suddenly seemed to have an earthquake. Broken tiles mixed with dust flew everywhere, and spiders, not knowing what was happening, fled in all directions.

After he finished coughing, he was silent for a long time, and finally uttered a sentence:

"Heaven hates it! Heaven hates it!"

"You sinner, have you come to this day?"

Seeing that the second son of the Sui family, who seemed to be in control of the situation not long ago, was now in a state of numbness, the Taifu attacked him mercilessly, and the green lightning that was wrapped around his body completely dissipated.

He finally realized that this guy was simply trying to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice.

He must have been attacked by the Grandmaster.

When the second brother was speaking, he had been glaring at the beams of the house. When he heard this, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the old tutor, with the same mockery and disdain in his pupils as usual.

"Do you think you know everything?"

He clapped his hands and said, "Great! Let me guess, when did you realize that I had placed my move at the dragon gate... Was it just now?"

"Just when you were knocked away."

The Taifu said calmly that he didn't understand why this guy wanted to expose his own scars. Wasn't he simply sick in the brain?

"It's just as I expected..."

But the old man was not affected at all. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded repeatedly:

"Seeing that the Simaitai, the Ministry of Rites, and the Dali Temple in charge of supervision are all so useless, I feel relieved. Even if all the people are replaced, you will not change at all."

"A sharp tongue is only good at talking."

The Taifu frowned, too lazy to pay attention to the old man's trash talk, and just walked away.

I just heard a few words from the old man. There is no time to exchange trash talk anymore. He has more important things to do.

The second son of Sui made a move in Longmen and almost went abroad. This matter is of great importance. Perhaps we should go to Yumen and personally ask about Shuo, the former eldest brother of Sui family and now the martial arts master Chongyue.

Great Yan has been established for so many years, but it has always been on guard against these people.

He moved his body at will, and the speed of the Taifu was the best in Yan State.

When he moved, green lightning surrounded his body and the air burst out with a sound as if a thousand birds were singing. Along with the noise, the master disappeared in an instant, and the thunder disappeared soon after him. The dilapidated little temple quickly returned to peace.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Finally gone."

After an unknown amount of time, the old man said with a look of relief, and sat back in front of the chessboard with a puzzled look on his face, muttering to himself:

"Qi Yuan..."

The name puzzled him greatly.

Although we were defeated, the reason for the defeat was unclear and inexplicable, and we still don't understand it until now.

The second year old stretched out his hand and kept gesturing above the chessboard.

At this moment, Sui Lao Er was certainly not in the mood to deduce the chess game anymore. This was a form of divination based on the chessboard. To Sui Lao Er, it was just a small trick that was not presentable.

Of course he wouldn't predict his future, that would be boring.

He was just using things that had already happened to divination, trying to deduce where he had made a mistake.

Clap clap clap.

The black spots kept falling.

As he calculated, Sui Lao Er's face gradually turned red, and his hand, which was using the chess pieces for divination, hovered in the air.

"That's impossible..."

He muttered to himself.

The result of divination is very clear. The situation is not just good, but very good.

If he had done the divination before this terrible thing happened, Sui Lao Er would have had more confidence and would have acted more decisively.

The problem is that it's over! It was a complete failure, and Qi Yuan beat him into a pig's head.

Then the divination result seems very strange.

unless……

"Even if I didn't make any mistakes along the way and did my best in all aspects, this situation would still end miserably in front of Qi Yuan?" The second brother muttered to himself in astonishment, finding it very unbelievable.

Is being beaten into a pig's head an inevitable result?

"Cough cough cough~"

The second brother was so excited that he spat out a mouthful of blood. He quickly covered his chest and started coughing violently again.

Very abruptly, he knocked over the chessboard in front of him. Hundreds of black pieces suddenly fell like raindrops, hitting the ground with crisp sounds, and big and small pearls fell on the jade plate.

He felt deeply frustrated.

But as he was struggling, the old man suddenly let go of his hands that were covering his chest.

"Should I say it was a coincidence?"

He suddenly discovered that the wine jar that he had dropped at Longmen did not quickly break into pieces, but was strangely preserved.

If it were with the might of a heavy mountain, it could probably be done.

The frustration of the 20-year-old was swept away, and he was excited to ask for your advice:

"Perhaps after this time, I will have many opportunities to consult you, Mr. Qi Yuan. I think you...should not do something like reporting me to official agencies, right?"

When he said this, Lao Er was also very unsure.

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Earlier, Longmen.

A rather strange martial arts conference was suddenly announced to be held, instantly attracting countless people to watch.

Originally, with the reputation of the Longmen Martial Arts Association being at the bottom of the society, and the fact that the Longmen martial arts world had been severely plowed over by a master named Huai Tianpei many years ago, it was now in a state of lack of successors, and no one would participate in this kind of unofficial competition.

But the problem is that the prizes for this competition are outrageous.

The final winner will have the opportunity to touch a black wine bottle with his own hands.

According to the organizer, Longmen Martial Arts Association, this is a treasure found in Luotizhou where the great god Qi Yuan once fought hard. It can create an illusion and allow one to see what it would be like when one’s martial arts reached its peak.

This is a rare thing.

Thanks to this thing, we finally attracted some Longmen people who loved to see new things.

162: Wing Chun, Huai Hu

The name of this conference is very impressive - Longmen's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference. The venue was finally chosen to be an open-air gymnasium at a university in Longmen.

This is the result of careful consideration by the association's vice president.

On the one hand, the newly recruited students are mainly sick college students who want to keep fit. They strongly suggest that the association negotiate cooperation with the school so that they can get social practice points by participating in the competition.

The abacus was pounding with a deafening sound.

However, the vice president also felt that it was natural to provide benefits to the students.

On the other hand, after much inquiry, the vice president learned a secret of Longmen that few people knew.

Huai Tianpei's daughter is currently studying at this university!

Isn't this a strong invitation?

In short, the conference was organized in this way, with the vice president negotiating everything from renting the venue to inviting relevant people. Everything went very smoothly. Even Huai Hu himself, after hearing about the prizes in the advertisement, ran to the registration office without saying a word.

Huai Hu was very interested. He didn't look like a victim whose family was broken up by a martial arts fanatic at all. Instead, he looked more like the martial arts fanatic himself.

She hesitated to speak, gently shaking her thick tail, and after a long time she asked seriously:

"Can we really see a person's martial arts at their peak?"

"That is required!"

After receiving a positive answer, Huai Hu did not take it lightly, but continued to ask: "Even if that person is far from reaching the peak at this moment, through your props, can you see the distant future, when he will be full of vigor and vitality when he reaches the peak of martial arts?"

"..."

The vice president lowered his head and fell into deep thought, recalling the amazing scene that changed the world in an instant when he touched the black wine bottle.

It was a fantasy.

His eyes blurred and he suddenly saw a mountain towering into the clouds, with steep steps leading straight to the clouds. Along the way, there were soap-bubble-like tempting scenes, including luxury cars, beautiful women, as well as family and companions.

Without exception, they are all desired and unwilling to give up.

At the same time, there was also a reminder voice that echoed throughout the world without a trace of emotion.

【Those who reach the top can see the peak of their own strength. 】

Only a god-like powerful being could speak and act like that.

If it says it can be done, then it can definitely be done.

The recipient's brain automatically generated an illusion, and everything was perfectly in line with his imagination. He did not have even a hint of doubt.

"You can rest assured."

The vice president said to Huai Hu confidently: "As long as you touch this prop, you can realize everything you suspect. It is absolutely true to see a person at the peak of his martial arts!"

"All right……"

Upon hearing this, Huai Hu couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"I joined!"

The vice president of the association was delighted upon hearing this and whispered, "Thank you very much, Miss Huai Hu, for your honor. For a warrior of your level, we will secretly give you a separate red envelope of Longmen coins. Please follow me."

The vice president is well aware of the importance of support. He is lucky that others agree to it, and he must serve Huaihu to make him happy.

But who knew that Huaihu just waved his hand.

"I don't want money."

She refused firmly and righteously.

The vice president was delighted. He thought that there were indeed many good people in Longmen. Look at this Kung Fu master. He was so kind-hearted at such a young age and refused to even accept a red envelope.

"We are judging others by our own standards."

The vice president quickly expressed his sincere thanks.

At that time, he never imagined that the reason why Huaihu was so noble as to not accept the red envelope was entirely out of guilt.

Huaihu is going to be willful for once.

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"I want to hit ten!"

The group stage began, and the determined voice of the young girl echoed in the playground. Huai Hu took the starting posture of Red Plum Wing Chun, his golden tiger eyes focused, staring at the many challengers below, giving people great pressure.

All the opponents looked at each other in bewilderment as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

And this show?

How come they have never heard of it?

Huai Hu ignored these people. She was like a defender. After taking a stance and turning around, she calmly stated her school and name.

"Wing Chun, Huai Hu."