When Wang Xiu wanted to continue thinking about something, the mute old man carried him into a low-key Poussin car, and then heard the mute old man speak. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Meet the tutor, say your request, now be quiet and don't speak. At this time, Wang Xiu's body was still numb, and he was thrown on the auxiliary shelf, but he couldn't lift the slightest strength.

After the mute old man finished speaking, he skillfully started the car.

Cars came and went along the way, and even occasional police patrol cars passed by, Wang Xiu's eyes looked left and right, but he didn't think about calling for help. Perhaps, he himself was vaguely looking forward to something.

"That, old man, is that hand a miraculous power that shrinks the ground into inches? Why did it lift me up all at once, and I lost my energy. ”

"Divine powers, where are they so easy to come out, it's just some of the methods that I have been practicing for many years to improve my strength. ”

"Practicing boxing?body method?

The mute old man glanced at Wang Xiu strangely: "Do you know the national arts?"

"That's, I was in ...... That, I have met such a master abroad, according to him, the national art is divided into four levels: light, dark, transformation, and holding Dan, and there will be all kinds of incredible extraordinary powers when practiced to the extreme. ”

"Old man, are you a master of national arts?

"You kid has a lot of knowledge, I can barely get a first glimpse of the realm of Baodan. ”

"Is it really Bao Dan?, this ......" The shock in Wang Xiu's heart was incomparable, his thoughts were scattered, the water in the world of chess souls was not a little deep, this inadvertent excavation, and he dug out the national art...... Zuo Wei has chess souls like that, and now that the national arts are out, I won't be surprised if you come out with a yin and yang mage tomorrow, right?

But it can't be, this world shouldn't be so deep. The faint intuition made Wang Xiu guess that maybe the national art was the highest power system in the world. Of course, the modern scientific and technological military system does not count.

Time passed inadvertently, and when Wang Xiu came back to his senses, the car had already driven to the suburbs outside Kyoto, a very famous natural scenic spot in later generations - Phoenix Ridge Natural Scenic Spot.

It is 33 kilometers away from Tiananmen Square, with a total area of 10.62 square kilometers, and is the largest pure land in Kyoto.

At this time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was clear, breathing the pure air in the natural scenery of the scenic spot, which was refreshing, the mute old man did not lift his neck this time, but grabbed him with one hand and rubbed towards the mountain.

At this time, Phoenix Ridge was still a sparsely populated place, and this era was not as developed as tourism in later generations, and few people had the leisure to run to such a wild place in the suburbs.

At this time, Wang Xiu was grabbed by the mute old man, and he kept running all the way, fortunately the old man was half-pulling and half-lifting, otherwise it would be really not easy for Wang Xiu to climb up alone.

The pines and cypresses of the Phoenix Ridge in front of you are swaying, the trees are clustered, although they are not luxuriant, they are also green all over the place, there are occasional springs that are clear and crystalline, the stream is murmuring, sometimes hidden and sometimes appearing, and the peak turns back to the stream.

The mountains are undulating, the strange rocks are numerous, and the mountains are steep and the walls are overwhelming. Not far away, there are many temples, Buddha halls are scattered, hidden in the green grass, ancient trees towering places.

This place is Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and other religious cultures as well as the ancient Oriental health culture sites, relics, relics are numerous, rich cultural accumulation, in this era except for some Taoist priests, monks, almost no one will come.

The mute old man grabbed him and came to a quaint little pavilion in the depths of Phoenix Ridge, and finally stopped.

Wang Xiu looked intently, in the small pavilion, there were two people playing Go on the chessboard carved by the stone table in the pavilion, black and white were staggered, almost full, obviously the game was about to end.

"Is this impossible......?"

Wang Xiu's eyes widened and he looked at the person in the pavilion in disbelief!

That person's face and temperament looked like a gentle and elegant literati, but he was wearing a loose white martial arts suit, like a peerless long knife that had restrained his fierce aura, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, becoming introverted and obscure, and there was no domineering spirit that fought the sky and despised everything in TV.

"Lee, Bruce Lee?!!"

Wang Xiu wiped his eyes, thinking that he was dazzled, and then looked, these eyes, nose, face, and the corners of his mouth were like a smile that was upturned, this is not Bruce Lee, who is it?!

"Quiet! The tutor and Mr. Li are playing chess, give me silence, wait!" The mute old man stared at Wang Xiu fiercely, Wang Xiu only felt as if he was being looked at by some fierce beast, and the sound in his mouth that was about to cry out in horror swallowed again.

I can't say the words in my mouth, but the words in my heart are boiling like a frying pot.

Isn't Bruce Lee dead? Why did he meet here?

No, no, Bruce Lee in this world is not dead, I watched his movie "Jeet Kune Do" when I was in this book, and later inquired about his news, but there has been no news for ten years, many people speculate whether he is dead, if it is not for his family to confirm that he can often be contacted, it really makes people suspect that he is not there, I didn't expect that he was here.

Why is he playing Go with people here?

Bruce Lee's favorite thing should be boxing and making movies, right? I didn't hear that he still has a hobby of playing Go, and why didn't he stay here and play chess with people after ten years of not going out of the mountains and not making movies.

Wang Xiu was sure that he was not mistaken, this person was Bruce Lee, the Bruce Lee of this world!

And who is the other person?

With such a look, Wang Xiu shifted his attention to the other person.

This is a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a black robe, with his hair tied in a bun on his head, his face is like jade and fat, and his temperament is tranquil, at a glance, he seems to be forty years old, but the skin on his face looks like he is twenty years old, but the corners of his eyes and sideburns inadvertently show the traces of time, indicating that he is not a young man at all, and what is even more bizarre is that pair of eyes, it seems that there are no waves in the ancient well, but there is an immeasurable sea inside, it seems that the cangsang in the world is all in it, but it looks down on the red dust past, this is so complicated, is it my illusion, thinking too much?

After thinking about it, Wang Xiu wanted to look deeper, and it was a change, and he felt that this Taoist priest was ordinary, it seemed to be an ordinary Taoist priest, obviously this was the first time he had seen a Taoist priest with his own eyes, but he should feel that this was an ordinary Taoist priest.

Could it be that I was just delusional? No, no, no, no, it can't be!

Wang Xiu himself denied this idea, the reason was very simple, the extreme spiritual attribute of up to 19.9 told him that the two people in front of him were not simple!