"Brother, don't be in a hurry, have you considered changing places? You play the sword well, Chen Huan's mother-in-law has been taken care of by you." What a master!"

As soon as this man approached, there was a strong smell of perfume.

He was a little taller than Lin Sheng, very big, and had a rough voice, but the authentic Celine accent gave people a weird feeling.

The Celine race is mainly yellow, but the yellow people here are generally whiter than the yellow people in Lin Sheng's previous life, and they are much whiter.

And the blacks and whites here are also relatively not as divided as the earth in the previous life.

Whites are only slightly whiter than yellows.

In the city of Waisha this port.

Foreign whites are not uncommon, and most of them come from the countries of Lyne across the sea. It is the most developed region in the world.

Lin Sheng turned around and carefully looked at the man who stopped him.

The man was a white man, with dull yellow hair, a golden nose ring on his nose, a cyan tiger tattoo on his body, a bare upper body, and a pair of spacious gray breeches on his legs.

"Hello, my name is Russell. The manager of the Steel Scale Club. I saw that one just now, and it was a good fight!"

"Russell?" Lin Sheng was stunned, this name is good. "My name is Lin Sheng, and you said you are the manager of the Steel Scale Club?"

"Don't talk here, follow me!" Russell pulled Lin Sheng to turn around and run.

The two walked quickly, turned a corner, and arrived at another swordsmanship club.

This is also one of the other two clubs that Lin Sheng has inspected before, both of which are very expensive places.

The outside of the clubhouse is decorated like a luxury hotel, with two black lions on both sides of the door.

Everything inside is round, round headlights, round halls, round pillars, round counters.

There is also a little girl at the front desk with a round face....

Russell pulled Lin Sheng straight to the second floor.

Ascending to the second floor, the two quickly entered a spacious and gorgeously decorated swordsmanship training classroom.

Two swordsmen wearing armor helmets are fighting each other.

"Madilan!Xia Yin, come on, I've brought a master back!" Russell shouted as he entered.

"This guy just made the long-legged in Tengchong next door cry ten minutes ago!" Russell quickly exaggerated the facts to highlight the propaganda effect.

"What?"

When the two swordsmen heard this, they both stopped their movements and turned their heads to look over.

One of them was a young black man, and the other looked like a mixed-race girl.

Russell pointed to the black man and said, "Madilan, the chief steward of the clubhouse." ”

Then he pointed to the mixed-race girl: "Xia Yin, the chief equipment engineer of the club." Oh yes, she's a mixed Celine and Io. ”

Finally, he pointed at Lin Sheng again.

"Master, Lin Sheng who beat Chen Huan to cry!"

Lin Sheng was speechless and glanced at the classroom.

The whole classroom was no different from a dance studio, and the floor was covered with thick high-end cushions, which looked less like upholstery and more like patterned expensive black marble.

On the left side is a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, which allows the fencer to correct his movements on his own.

There is a lattice embedded in the corner, and a set of metal armor and helmets are placed in it.

There are also weapon racks with various blades of different lengths.

"Well, the conditions here are so much better than next door!" Russell laughed twice. "There is no shortage of anything here, there is a shortage of masters. Are you interested in coming over?"

Lin Sheng looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?"

"One thousand a month, you come to guide at least five times, it's two hundred times, no problem, right? Chen Huan can't get this price. Russell bid.

The black man, Madilan, also approached with a smile, revealing a mouth full of snow-white teeth.

"Hello, friend. This club is a small organization that the three of us have pooled their own money to build. The purpose was to exchange Naxi swordsmanship and other ancient martial arts. ”

"He's a very good Madilan, it's no problem to beat the three of us at all!" Russell exclaimed in an extremely exaggerated tone.

"I'm just a beginner..."Lin Sheng was surprised for a moment, and then calmed down again.

"Beginners, that doesn't matter, beginners who can make Chen Huan cry, then you have to hurry!" Ma Dilan said with a smile.

The female voice Xia Yin also took off her helmet and approached. She didn't speak, just observing Lin Sheng.

"What do I have to do when I join here?" Lin Sheng asked again.

"Five times a month, two hundred guidance fees each time, just come and explain to us the Naxi swordsmanship. Russell explained, "Our side is different from Tengchong, we are not open to the public. Only specific members will be accepted. ”

"To put it bluntly, the three of us need guidance. Madilan added.

"What about your previous guidance?" Lin Sheng was puzzled.

This place is gorgeously decorated and has a lot of salary, so someone should have applied for it a long time ago, why didn't you see it?

"I was beaten away by Teng Chong next door. Russell's face sank at the mention of this.

"Okay, don't talk about this, come and practice!" he hurriedly pulled Lin Sheng to put on protective clothing and helmets.

Two minutes later....

The three of them were panting like cows and stood opposite Lin Sheng.

All three were heavily armed and had cross-swords in their hands. It's just that the postures of the three are a little unnatural.

Russell and Madilan clutched their chests and gasped, and Xia Yin pressed her right thigh and didn't move.

"Awesome!" was the first thing Xia Yin said.

"Come on, stay, and drive you a thousand and a half!" said Madilan with a lap on his thigh.

Lin Sheng looked at the three pairs of eager eyes, and was a little dazed for a while.

...........

...........

When he returned home in the evening, Lin Sheng was still confused.

He was inexplicably kicked out of the Tengchong Club, and then inexplicably pulled into the Steel Scale Club.

There are a total of three full members of the clubhouse in one.

It felt like a dream, and there was a serious unreality.

Sitting at the dinner table, Daddy Lin Nian picked up the rice bowl and raised his eyes to look at Lin Sheng who was sitting opposite.

"How's the state lately, haven't the results fallen?" he sandwiched a clip of dried tofu and fried meat into his bowl, didn't move, and waited for Lin Sheng to reply.

"It's okay, the same old way. Lin Sheng came back to his senses and replied.

"Grandpa's situation has stabilized, but he still has to take turns to take care of it. You're on your own. We won't be able to take care of it for a while. Lin Nian sighed.

"Got it. Lin Sheng nodded.

"When I just went upstairs, I heard Aunt Zhang downstairs say that the price of beef has risen sharply recently....."

Mother Gu Wanqiu began to talk about the daily oil, salt, sauce and vinegar again, where there are promotional activities, and where there are subtle changes, she can find out from her neighbors.

Obviously, she has to go to work in kindergarten every day, and it doesn't take long to come back.

Lin Anniversaries interjected from time to time to discuss with her.

Lin Sheng sat on the side and listened silently.

After eating, he took the initiative to wash the dishes, and after cleaning up, he quickly washed up and returned to the bedroom.

He couldn't wait to go back into his dreams and discover the secrets of that mysterious Black Feather City.

Killing the rotten swordsman before and obtaining a broken memory made Lin Sheng full of anticipation.