Chapter 117: Martial Dao Love Saint
Oiran left the VIP room with me and walked into the arena, and to this day, she has no intention or need to hide her identity, insisting on winning and losing with me.
The nourishing heavenly group and many supporters were waiting outside the stadium, and many of them were very worried when they saw that I had been injured in the competition with foreign swords, but they were all surprised when they saw me at this moment, because I clearly had a ruddy face and was in good spirits, how could there be a trace of injury, and the spirit was better than before the competition.
Then they saw the Oiran following me, and they all immediately showed the same expressions.
I don't explain, this kind of misunderstanding can exist, and you will be angry~
Since arriving at the headquarters of the Wan Chai Fighting Association, I have heard and seen with my own ears and eyes all the various willful arrangements of Chang Ziwei, which shows that he is a very self-centered person. It turned out that my feeling was not wrong, the scheduled time for the competition was up, I waited on the field for more than 10 minutes and did not see his figure, and finally Minister Situ came to inform him, saying that President Ziwei had temporarily changed his mind again, and he would not fight me here, and told me to go to his villa and accept my challenge there, as for the audience, there is no need to accompany him, you can wait for the result here, or you can leave freely.
It doesn't matter, anyway, today is an unavoidable battle, it's the same wherever you fight, the fewer people and the more hidden, the better I play. So I appeased the brothers of the nourishing heavenly group and told them to wait for news.
Oiran was a member of the Fight Association, and she found a reason to stay with me.
Minister Situ took me to Ziwei's garden-style villa in a convoy, which is close to the mountains and lakes, and the birds and flowers are already fragrant in early spring.
Along the way, looking at all the luxuries of other people's homes, I suddenly missed the world of Xianxia, and missed everything I had in that time, where the infinite beauty was waiting for me to return triumphantly, waiting for me to be the master again.
Walk across the covered bridge, walk through the foyer, and come to the towering palace-like villa.
We were received by an old foreign man with white hair and elegant manners, who called himself a butler: "The lord and the lady are in the dojo, please come with me." β
The old butler walked in front, Minister Situ was second, and Oiran and I were at the back.
I whispered to the Oiran, "What does the old man mean by the ladies? Is Ziwei having more wives or mothers?"
Oiran was amused by me, and said: "Of course, there are many wives, every time President Ziwei comes back, he will bring back several women, and he will marry a woman every two years on average, so you are different from him, teacher, not so careful." β
The corners of my mouth twitched, but don't tell her the fact that I have married 4 wives in 4 years, an average of one per year, and it's good to be worshiped as an orthodox male god.
The dojo in the villa is an open-air garden on the top floor, the garden style is close to the Japanese style, and contains some Chinese antique connotations, surrounded by forest shadows, reflecting the good taste of the owner.
It's a pity that this perfect atmosphere is all broken by women, in the wide garden, there is a table of beautiful girls playing mahjong on the left, although all of them are delicate and delicate, but they are all sloppy wearing wide pajamas, their hair is tied casually, or crossed legs or crossed feet, and they look spoiled.
On the right table of Chinese food, surrounded by three little young women, their ears were burning and their faces were hot, and they were already six or seven points drunk.
At this time, it was only five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky had not yet darkened, not only did there be a big drink here, but there were also six or seven girls with buds at the other end of the curtain and sang K, making a fuss.
Oiran said: "These are the president's wives, it is said that he chased them one by one, there are wealthy celebrities, police flower flight attendants, and school flower female presidents, and the identity is not repeated." Both men and women in the association admired him, especially for allowing these ladies to live in peace. β
I also admire him when I hear this, this experience is definitely wonderful to write, not much worse than me.
The young lady turned a blind eye to our group, what should we do?
After a noisy stretch of road, in a quiet open area deep in the garden, I finally met the legendary martial arts king.
He had his back to me, his long hair shawl, black and soft, and he was looking up at a cluster of pink flowers, which I didn't know and couldn't name.
"This villa was designed by Master Shanye for me, the theme is to recall the Tang Dynasty, and the courtyard design virtually reproduces what Jianzhen Dongdu has seen and heard and realized Zen, and all the artistic conceptions are cleverly integrated together. Ziwei turned his back to me and groaned and praised: "It's a pity, it's a pity, such a great person, who combines construction and the supreme realm of taekwondo, but lost in the backyard and caught fire, and was green by 3 wives for decades, and none of the 6 children is biological, which is a failure." β
I also walked to a tree with my hands behind my back that I couldn't name, pretended to look at it, and sighed: "Yes, no matter how successful a man is, he will always become a defeated soldier if he is not careful in the love field, and few people can be like President Ziwei, who is dominant in the love field and battlefield, and even I can only worship and admire." β
"Poof~" Ziwei seemed to be laughed out loud by my praise, but he held it back, and I turned my head sideways and noticed that his shoulders were shaking, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable.
After a long time, he said again: "The head of Naochun is too polite, although I don't know your details, but from your means and courage, it can be seen that your achievements are definitely not worse than mine, I know that this world is very big, I am just a martial arts king, not the most brilliant and proud, even in this North Stage, I am definitely not a person standing at the top." β
I thought he would continue to be modest, but I didn't expect him to change his words: "But in martial arts and love, let alone in the world, no one in history will beat me again." Therefore, I will never allow anyone to pose a threat to my position, and since you have challenged me today, you must be prepared to be ruined. β
Saying that, Ziwei turned his head, and it was clearly the cold, evil and handsome face he had seen in the information and videos.
Kung Fu is high, handsome, not stupid, smart with childish willfulness and extreme self-confidence, really a likable person, no wonder he will be favored by so many beautiful people.
Faced with such a man who thought he was superior to me in every way, I only smiled slightly: "Have you used Sman No. 1?"
Ever since I met Ziwei, he has been showing off his taste, flaunting his knowledge, and showing off his advantages, but unfortunately all of this has been destroyed by me with one sentence.
"I must have used it. I looked at him aggressively: "With so many wives, it must be very hurtful, right, so I have to leave Beitai regularly to travel around the world, just like a middle-aged uncle who is unable to do it and always uses overtime as an excuse to evade responsibility." Then you should thank me, it's my product that gives you confidence, it's my product......"
"Enough!" Ziwei snorted: "Challenge and compete, you will compete, you, you... What nonsense are you talking about?"
If you hadn't pretended to be a calf with me as soon as you came up, would I be willing to pry you?
I said in a deep voice: "I don't want me to talk nonsense about you, don't blame me for telling your wives about your inability to secretly use medicine, or broadcast it live to the world in my live broadcast room, I see that you will soak your sister's sister in the future!"
Speaking of routines and coercion, I'm also at the ancestral level, and there is no one I can't threaten.
Ziwei really compromised, stopped talking nonsense, as if nothing had happened just now, only coldness was left on his face, and he hugged his fists at me and said: "Ziwei of the Fight Association, I am fortunate to be able to learn the master of the Spring Sect." β
I also gave my hand: "It's good to say, today's battle, what the head of this family wants is to borrow the prestige of President Ziwei, if he wins by luck, I also wish the president a happy trip and find an ideal place to live as soon as possible." β
Ziwei raised his eyebrows: "I knew that you were fighting the idea of the Fight Association, but I didn't expect you to want so much? Do you think you really have the strength to replace me to rule the Fight Association?"
"No, no, no, you're mistaken. I shook my head and said, "I didn't want to replace you, I wanted you to disappear with your Fight Association." β
I paced back and forth in front of him: "In the future, Little Hong Kong will be completely transformed, breaking free from the current false prosperity and unhealthy model created by the outflow of funds from the Fight Association, and entering a new situation of agriculture and light industry manufacturing, forming a new situation of integration of production and marketing, and win-win cooperation......
I've been rambling on and on, and I've never served anyone on the road of pretending to be a calf and bragging, so I'll show you today.
Ziwei was really blown by me, no matter what I said or not, how could he, a martial infatuation saint, understand.
After talking a lot, I finally concluded: "Well, do you still think that I simply want to replace you?"
Ziwei shook his head in a daze: "What you said, I feel that I have delayed the development of small Hong Kong and the improvement of the overall economy of Beitai, and I can't wait to admit defeat directly to fulfill you." β
"No need, this battle still has to be fought, after all, you are the king of martial arts, and if you want to trample you under your feet, you can only be on the martial arts field. β
Ziwei smiled: "The king of martial arts will not be trampled under anyone's feet." β
There was an weapon rack next to the venue, which was full of all kinds of weapons, and Ziwei and I glanced over there at the same time.
Ziwei asked me, "With a sword?"
I nodded.
He smiled: "Then I will also use the sword." Su Yun~"
Su Yun is the name of the Oiran.
"Please cordon off this area, I don't want to disturb the ladies. β
Oiran looked at me, and I nodded.
Smoke clouds arise, and the space is independent.
Ziwei went to the weapon rack and took two long swords down, and threw them to me: "Cadre Mo Xie, the treasure of my collection, should not dishonor the identity of the head of Naochun." He paused at this, and then smiled at me: "Don't disgrace the faΓ§ade of Xianxia Huilong, right?"