Meng Feiwu realized the seriousness of the problem, Mencius would not deceive her casually with this kind of thing, in front of the 'fifth game', anyone can only be silent, and it is useless to resist, because the other party is the defender of the country, 'national security, more than everything'. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Whirlpool?

Whirlpool!

These two words are easy to understand, but they may not be able to understand thoroughly at once, it was originally just an ancient tomb found in Mobei, but now it has been upgraded to the height of the 'whirlpool', and the ancient tomb in Mobei may not be finished, or even can only be regarded as the beginning.

So how big will this whirlpool be?

Meng Feiwu didn't dare to think about it, she could only pray that Cui Shanying would be obedient this time, and as Mencius said, she wouldn't jump into it.

When I received the message from Meng Feiwu again, the sleeper compartment had been quiet, Chang Xinzhu and Wang Bingbing in the middle bunk were lying on their bunks, I don't know if they were asleep or not, they were lying there quietly anyway.

Regarding Wang Bingbing's threat, Cui Shanying can be sure that a woman like Chang Xinzhu will definitely not scruple when it comes to real interests, Wang Bingbing is dead, will her master Zhao Wumei help her take revenge and put it aside, even if it really will, Chang Xinzhu will do it for the sake of money, this is 100% certain, no one in the rivers and lakes is scared.

Therefore, in Cui Shanying's view, it is definitely an unwise move for Wang Bingbing to cooperate with Chang Xinzhu. But the first conversation is shallow, and everything that should be said has been said, and as for the other party not listening, he has nothing to say.

It's still the same sentence, the road is all walked by yourself, whether it is straight or curved, how to go, it depends on yourself, others can say it, can mention it, but they can't help you!

Cui Shanying held his mobile phone, looked at Meng Feiwu's text message, very concise, after explaining the situation in Mobei, he told Cui Shanying what Mencius said, as for how to choose, whether Cui Shanying would do it according to Meng Feiwu's words, Meng Feiwu didn't dare to guarantee.

This kid has his own ideas, not everyone can listen to it, and if he listens to it, he may not necessarily go to his heart!

Early the next morning, when Cui Shanying opened his eyes, Chang Xinzhu, who was sitting on the bed opposite, was lying there playing with his mobile phone.

Turning his head around, he smiled at Cui Shanying, and whispered, "Morning! ”

Cui Shanying nodded in response, stretched out his hand not to smile at the face, sat up from his bunk, took his mobile phone and looked at the time, at half past six in the morning, the sun outside had already come out, because he slept too late, and the daily biological clock did not wake Cui Shanying up.

On the mobile phone, the text message sent by Meng Feiwu last night, Cui Shanying has already chosen to delete it, and now there are a few new ones, all of which were sent by Meng Feiwu after Cui Shanying fell asleep.

There is nothing important, it is nothing more than telling Cui Shanying to be careful, try not to meddle in the Mobei Tomb incident.

The people in the fifth and second games are all in Mobei? Although Cui Shanying has never seen anyone in the second game, his first feeling is that the people in the second game are better than the people in the fifth game. Whether it is true or not, there is no reference or comparison, so there is no way to make a conclusion.

Cui Shanying sent a text message back to Meng Feiwu, saying that he would be more careful and let Meng Feiwu not worry, and then got up and prepared to go out and walk around.

Meng Feiwu received Cui Shanying's message and sighed, how could she not be worried, but since dawn, she has not been able to contact Cui Shanying.

Meng Ziyu called and told Meng Feiwu that she couldn't leave the capital recently, she had nothing to do and could take a vacation at home, it was best not to try to contact Cui Shanying, and the news about the ancient tomb in Mobei was also forbidden to leak out, otherwise it would be punished as the crime of leaking national security.

Dream Feiwu is a qualified policeman, and now he can only smile bitterly!

Half past ten in the morning!

Mobei City Railway Station.

When the train entered the station, Cui Shanying walked out with his bag on his back, and Chang Xinzhu and Wang Bingbing followed behind Cui Shanying.

Mobei is nominally a city, but the scale of the railway station is not large, and Mobei is only a small city.

"Master Cui, where are you going?" Outside the train station, Wang Bingbing looked at Cui Shanying and asked softly.

Cui Shanying didn't tell the Wang family when he came, when the Wang family was grieving, I believe that he is also very busy now, and Cui Shanying can go over by himself.

"I'll go to Wang's house!"

Wang Bingbing bit his lip and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, just said goodbye to Cui Shanying and said, "There will be a period later!" ”

Cui Shanying looked at her, nodded and said, "There will be a period later!" "I didn't tell the other party to pay more attention to safety, there is no need for that, the master dares to let her out, how much must she have some confidence in her heart, even if she wants to worry about it, it will not be Cui Shanying's turn.

As for Chang Xinzhu, Cui Shanying didn't say hello and turned around and left.

Wang Bingbing looked at Cui Shanying's back, turned his head to look at Chang Xinzhu again, and couldn't help asking: "Why does he seem to hate you so much, what did you do?" ”

Chang Xinzhujiao laughed twice and said: "I didn't do anything, I just gave him a knife when he wasn't paying attention, do you think he doesn't hate me!" ”

Wang Bingbing was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chang Xinzhu in disbelief and said, "You, you stabbed him?" Cui Shanying doesn't seem to provoke you for no reason, why do you want to stab him? ”

Chang Xinzhu shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Take the money and eliminate disasters for others, there is no reason!" With that, he walked forward.

Wang Bingbing muttered in a low voice: "No wonder he looks at you so unpleasantly!" "It's me, and the enemy is very red-eyed when they meet, so it's strange if they don't turn their faces and do their hands directly.

……

Cui Shanying took a taxi from the gate of the train station, when he was very young, Cui Shanying had followed his grandfather Cui Fengshan to Mobei once, and went to Wang's house, although the road is not remembered, but many things still have an impression, including the eldest brother of the Wang family named Wang Hao.

Wang Hao is nearly ten years older than Cui Shanying, but in terms of generation, Cui Shanying has to be called uncle by others, because the other party is the son of Cui Shanying's grandfather Cui Fengshan's brother Wang Xifeng, and Cui Shanying's father Cui Sanjie is the same generation.

When Cui Shanying arrived, the Wang family had already set up a mourning hall, the car outside the door was like a long dragon, and the Wang family was full of people inside and out.

"Master, please park your car right here, and you don't have to drive it in." Cui Shanying didn't let the driver master drive the car to the door of Wang's house, but a few hundred meters away, so he asked the other party to stop, and Cui Shanying pushed the car door down after paying for the car.

'Saibei Gun King' Wang Xifeng is considered the number one person in the martial arts, and he is the pillar of the older generation of martial artists in Mobei. Nicknamed 'Saibei Gun King', the kung fu on the gun is second to none, and it is the ancestor who used the gun.

Now that cold weapons are declining, it is very common for old men and old ladies to practice guns and swords in the park, but it is rare to say that there are few people who practice guns, and there are even fewer people who can hold guns in actual combat.

The gun is the king of a hundred soldiers.

Historically, the 'gun' was a weapon of war.

And the basic 'Five Elements Boxing' in Xingyi Boxing practiced by Cui Shanying evolved from spearmanship.

A few hundred meters away, Cui Shanying walked over and saw a lot of people in the martial arts, whether they were standing or walking, they could see that they were practicing their families.

Within 100 meters outside Wang's house, there are people and cars, which shows the influence of the old man Wang Xifeng in Mobei during his lifetime.

There were a lot of people who came, but there were not many who could enter the door of the Wang family and stay in the Wang family after giving incense to the old man Wang.

It is etiquette for people to send, it is impossible for the Wang family to block the door, but there are too many people, and if they come in one by one, they will not leave, and the courtyard of the Wang family should be stuffed with people, and let people stand on the street, which is also a helpless thing.

The Wang family is already in charge, and they are setting up tents outside, at least so that people can have a place to sit.

Cui Shanying was dressed in a black tunic suit, Cheng Ziyi specially chose it for him when he came, there were not many people at the door, and the people who greeted him were all from the Wang family.

When a well-known person comes to the door, the Wang family will report the number, and the ordinary friends who have a relationship with the Wang family will only say a few words of greeting, and then go in directly!

"Who is this little brother?"

A middle-aged man in Wang's family, forty years old, dressed in white, dressed in linen and wearing filial piety, should be the apprentice of the old man Wang, and he can welcome guests at the door, indicating that his seniority is not low.

Cui Shanying looked at each other, hugged his fists and said, "Hanoi Cui family, Cui Shanying." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and soon shouted loudly: "Hanoi Cui family, Cui Shanying has arrived!" ”

"Hanoi Choi's family?"

"Who is this young man?"

"Didn't you hear Wang Gang shouting, Hanoi Cui family, Cui Shanying!"

"Who is Cui Shanying? I haven't heard of it, is it famous? ”

"I seem to have heard people talk about it, and I have a little impression, but I can't remember it for a while!"

"I know who Cui Shanying is!"

The people outside whispered, but it didn't affect the people at the door.

"Master Cui, please inside!" The middle-aged man at the door personally made a gesture of please, and then led the way in front and led him to the Wang family compound.

"Wang Gang personally welcomed in?"

"Who the hell is this young man?"

"Hanoi Cui's family? Could it be that young man? ”

Many people outside watched with wide eyes, and there were really not many people who could greet the Wang family in person by the people at the door, but everyone in the martial arts could be regarded as a 'big man'.

"Third master, the people from the Cui family in Hanoi are here!"

In the room sat an elderly man, at least seventy years old, holding a large black copper tobacco pouch and pot in his hand.

"I'm not deaf again, listen, it's good that the Cui family is here, okay, it's just lighter." The old man named Sanye muttered to himself.

"Third master, the second generation of the Cui family didn't show up, does this mean that he didn't give face to our old Wang family in Mobei?" The young man next to the old man asked softly with an unkind face.

The old man called the third master was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "No, the second and third generations are not picked, it is the direct line of the old Cui family who came, and the door of the Cui family in the future, not to mention that the people have already come out, people can come, and the weight is not light, don't forget that the old man of the Cui family is gone, we don't go to the heavy people." ”

"But the third master ......" The young man still wanted to say something.

The third master waved his hand to cut him off, and said in a deep voice: "I know what you want to say, and I know that you are not convinced, but you really can't compare with this young man, and you can't compare with Hao'er, don't talk about you as the 'King of Guns outside the Plug', even I can't catch it, okay, go down and watch." ”

"Yes!"

The young man turned around and walked out of the house unwillingly!

The huge mourning hall was quiet and there were not many people. The middle-aged man led Cui Shanying to the door and motioned for him to go in by himself.

There was no one in the mourning hall, and there was a man sitting in front of the body of Old Man Wang, with a scruffy beard, sitting motionless.

Someone sent the good incense to Cui Shanying.

After Cui Shanying took the incense, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully three times. Most of the guests came to the door to offer incense, all bowed, and only the disciples and grandchildren of the old man Wang came to kneel and kowtow.

Because of Cui Fengshan, Cui Shanying had to kneel and knock his head, even if Cui Sanjie came, it was also this etiquette.

In terms of name, Wang Xifeng is Cui Fengshan's brother, a brother of the opposite sex who has beheaded a chicken and burned yellow paper.

Cui Shanying had to call 'grandpa'.

When the grandson comes, it is natural to kowtow to the old man Wang, everyone is here, and Cui Shanying will naturally not owe it in terms of etiquette.

"Old man, Shanying came to see you off, my grandfather went one step ahead of you, and now your old man has also gone, it's okay, my grandfather and his old man in the province are bored below, this time you two brothers can drink and sing freely, and talk about fists and guns." Cui Shanying raised his head and said with a smile.

Old Man Wang is almost ninety years old, and he can be regarded as a happy mourner.

People inevitably die, and no one can change it.

So there is nothing wrong with Cui Shanying's words.

After giving incense to Old Man Wang, Cui Shanying got up and walked over to the man sitting on the ground, squatted down and patted the other party's shoulder, and said softly: "Wang Hao...... Uncle, people can't be resurrected after death, mourning, the old man didn't suffer when he left, it's the time of life, let's be juniors......"

There is no one else who can sit here except Wang Xifeng's son Wang Hao. Old man Wang is old and has a son, and there is such a one under his knees. Cui Shanying met each other when he was a child, at that time Cui Shanying didn't call uncle, but called brother, the two went up the tree to dig birds, went down to the river to fish, he took Cui Shanying to play, although so many years have passed, but there is still an impression, and that vague shadow.

"The Wang family's gun is absolutely amazing!"

Wang Hao muttered blankly, if someone else came in, he wouldn't speak, and no one would come over to disturb him.

Cui Shanying frowned, he knew the meaning of Wang Hao's words, he could understand and understand, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"Absolutely?" Cui Shanying repeated the two words.

Wang Hao's eyes shed two lines of tears, and he whimpered and said, "Absolutely! ”

Cui Shanying sighed silently, raised his hand and patted Wang Hao on the shoulder, stood up, turned his head and walked out!

In the future, there is no longer a Wang family gun, and there is no longer a 'king of guns outside the plug', Wang Hao is the son of the old man Wang, he didn't get it, and others can't get it, the older generation, with the persistence of the older generation, some things, I'd rather take them into the coffin, or when I want to stay, I have found that no one around me can 'catch' it, and it's difficult to take it away.

A generation of gun kings has become a peerless again!

After today, there is no 'Plug Gun King' in Mobei, and the essence of the Wang family gun does not know how many more years it will be accumulated, and it will only reappear after several generations of study, perhaps, that layer of brilliance will never appear again.

The times have progressed, and the war has gradually eliminated cold weapons, weapons, boxing, and martial arts are about to be written into the history books.

Will the national arts, and those things that have been passed down for thousands of years, the things of the ancestors, be buried by the dust of history?