"Stinky boy, you still dare to talk nonsense. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The old man blew his beard and glared at him with contempt, before he shook his head and continued: "Do you think I can't see it, you are not lucky at all, but with the right person, do you think why Jinshui's kid's skill is deep, I still can't see it?"

"Well, I didn't think the old-timers knew Boss He?" Schumpeter rubbed his hands and laughed, "Then it's not a stranger." Hey, I can't imagine that Boss He not only has martial arts skills, but even the friends he knows are so coaxing. ”

"Hmph, you're not a fool, you still know how to pat yourself!" The old man glanced at him, shook his head and said: "When people are old, their internal organs are beginning to dry up, and my achievements can only be like this, but they can't compare to He Jinshui's kid." ”

"The old-timers are polite!" Schumpeter touched the back of his head and said unashamedly: "I fought against Boss He, and I could barely support ten moves before I lost, and I couldn't even hold a single move against you, so I think you are much more powerful." ”

", are you blind to my tricks?" The old man gave him another burst with his backhand, blew his beard and glared and said: "When people are old, they can't use their muscles and bones as their ability, and they can't admit defeat." Just now, the old man saw He Jinshui's boy who was handsome and bright, but he couldn't see that he knew kung fu at all. Presumably, he has already reached the realm of the god of war, far beyond what you can imagine. Otherwise, you would never have come back alive when you met the Lich. ”

"Oh, it seems that the old man is almost the same if he is not a god. Schumpeter's eyes widened in disbelief and said, "What happened was so much that you guessed it, amazing!"

But then he became suspicious again, frowned and said: "We came from the Neverwinter Castle in the northeast of the continent, and as soon as we arrived here, we went straight to the inner courtyard of the palace, and we barely communicated with anyone, but where did you meet Boss He?"

"Hehe, old man Antonio, the current Imperial Teacher, even if you haven't seen me, you should have heard of it!" the old man repeatedly bearded, and said lightly: "Now you should know why I know everything about you." ”

"God, it's you, the great Seven Samurai, Antonio, the king of assassins!" Schumpeter screamed like a kitten who had been stepped on his toes, his eyes flashed with adoring stars, and he nodded his head in excitement for a while: "You are my idol, I grew up hearing your legendary stories, and now I am fortunate to meet you in person, hehe, I am really a little unaccustomed." ”

Antonio, as the only remaining seven warriors, is an old hero who has not fallen for thousands of years, the real top existence among the warriors, I don't know how many people who practice martial arts have grown up listening to their stories, and naturally they have great reverence, and their respect for him is even far greater than that of Alexander, a generation of heroes who are eloquent.

"Okay, okay, these are all things of the past, don't mention it!" the old man shook his hand at him and said impatiently: "It's freezing outside, it's freezing cold, it's biting cold, your companion has just been rescued, I'm afraid her body is weak, you can carry her to my mansion to rest first, as long as you take care of it, or your companion will become vigorous again in a month." As he spoke, he turned and walked behind him.

"Haha, what's so embarrassing then!" Schumpeter rubbed his hands and said in a pretended polite manner, "Thank you for helping so much and not even coming, and now it's so troublesome to be a guest in your house again." ”

"If you're going to stay at the inn, then please!" Antonio said very simply, turning on the spot.

"Come on, come on, of course you have to come!" Schumpeter's heart was already very willing, and when he saw the old man saying so directly, he naturally didn't care about being polite, and hurriedly followed with the super killer girl on his back. In his opinion, if he could live in the house of the King of Assassins, he would definitely be able to get his guidance, which would have a great effect on his martial arts, and he would be happy to think about it as if he was in a dream. At the same time, he knew very well that the body of the super killer girl was indeed extremely weak, and he desperately needed to find a secluded place to recuperate.

As he thought about it, Schumpeter soon followed Antonio to a secluded corner not far from the Imperial Palace, where he stood in front of a gate that was no longer visible in the shade of vermilion.

"Wait!" Antonio fumbled left and right, and it took him a long time to find a key that was about to rust from the pocket of his clothes, and slowly inserted it and turned it hard, and the key broke with a click.

"What?" Schumpeter's mouth was wide open, barely believing his eyes.

"Hey, unexpectedly. Antonio blushed and waved his hand and said, "I haven't lived in this small courtyard for decades, and the lock has long been rotten from the middle, and it can't be opened at all, so I screwed the key casually." Speaking of this, he smiled and stretched out his right hand to grasp the lock, and with a slight pull of his four fingers, the lock fell into two with a click, half of which was grabbed by the old man in the palm of his hand, and the other fell to the ground, and then the old man pushed it casually, and with a creaking sound, the door panel was pushed open.

As soon as the door opened, a small and delicate courtyard came into view, around the courtyard there were about seven or eight rooms, only one floor, gray bricks and gray tiles, the appearance of the decoration was very simple and unpretentious, it seemed very inconspicuous, and it was completely incompatible with Antonio's prestige.

Schumpeter carried the superkiller girl on his back and followed the old man into the courtyard. A stale smell came to the face, the dust was scattered under the feet, the courtyard was piled up with thick fallen leaves, the surrounding was overgrown with weeds, the walls were crawling with creepers, and it was late winter, and the dead vines and fallen leaves could be seen everywhere, and there was an indescribable desolation and desolation.

"Hehe, I'm used to being alone, I usually eat and live in the palace, and I almost forgot that I still have this property. Anthony repeatedly said with a beard: "No one has come to this compound for decades, so it is very dirty." You help her to find a place to lie down in my study first, it should be relatively clean, and I will arrange for the people in the palace to come over to help clean it up later, and then buy some blankets and daily necessities, so that you can rest in peace!"

"Disturb the old hero!" said Schumpeter, looking down at his toes and pretending to be embarrassed.

"You're welcome!" the old man waved his hand and said: "You are He Jinshui's friends, that is, my friends, just now in order to test your kung fu by the way, you took a little heavier, and now you settle down can be regarded as a little compensation." ”

Saying that, he turned around and walked outside, waving his hand as he went, and said, "You must not be polite, just regard yourself as the master here, I'm leaving!"

"Senior, please wait a minute!" Schumpeter thought of something, couldn't help but pluck up his courage, and said with some expectation: "The junior still has a reluctant request!"

"Please!"

"The junior wants to stay here for a little longer, ask you for advice, and improve your martial arts cultivation. Schumpeter touched the back of his head and laughed dryly.

"Silly boy, you're taking the strong and brave route, and I'm good at light and nimble close-range assassination, so we're not the same way at all, sorry I can't teach you!" Antonio spread his hands, shook his head and sighed,

"Yes, well, what a pity!" Schumpeter heard this, and the glint of hope in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he involuntarily buried his head.

"But she, hehe, has a lot of talent and excellent roots, and she is very suitable for inheriting my mastery. Antonio pointed to the unconscious super killer girl, and said proudly with a wisp of beard: "If she is willing to worship me as a teacher when she wakes up, I should teach her all her money and train her well, maybe she will be able to become a supreme assassin in the world!"

"Then the junior will thank you for your companion!" Schumpeter was overjoyed, and a bright smile was on his face. He was more concerned about the superkiller than about his own, and when he heard that the superkiller had the opportunity to be trained by the king of assassins, he was overjoyed and couldn't help but feel sincerely happy for her.

"The older generation has withered, the younger generation has not grown up, and the good and the bad are mixed, I am very worried!" Antonio sighed and continued: "Now that the whole country is not at peace, seeing the demons rising everywhere and the chaos is coming, we old bones can no longer stand by and ignore the world." Well, your quality and temperament are still good, and you may be able to cultivate them with a good training. ”

"Hehe, am I so good, then who will cultivate me!" If another person pointed at Schumpeter's nose so old-fashionedly, he would definitely roll up his sleeves and beat him up. But when the words came out of the mouth of the King of Assassins, the weight was different, and Schumpeter bent over his knees and bowed his head, his face was as convincing as a good baby.

He knew that although he was tall and strong, and he could deform animals, his talent could only be regarded as average. After he entered the other world, he was gradually opened up by his companions, and the old guns, snipers and others who were not as good as him began to have the strength to fight against each other, which made him embarrassed. If he hadn't relied on his strong body and soft hedgehog armor's super defense, he could pull hatred as a tank and be a good hand when charging into battle, he would have almost become a soy sauce fighter.

At this time, the old man's words made him see hope, and Schumpeter, who had always been dull, was so happy that he fell to the ground on one knee at once, bent down to the old man with one hand and saluted: "Since the old man is favored, the villain should go all out, and I hope the old man will carry him!"

"Well, old man, think about it!" Antonio stroked his beard with his hand as if in deep thought, and after a while he snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "When people are old, they have a bad memory, how can I forget him, it's really a sin." ”

Thinking of this, he bent down to look at Schumpeter, and said with a smile on his face: "I have an old friend who is in your Winterless Castle, and his martial arts are not inferior to the Seven Samurai, but he is very low-key, so not many people know about it. Hehe, his martial arts are very suitable for your fierce route, if you want, I can introduce you to become his additional anonymous disciple. ”

"The villain willing!" Schumpeter was overjoyed, as if he were about to fly, and was so happy that he could not help but faint. He jumped three feet high with a snort, and couldn't help running back and forth in the yard, laughing and laughing as he ran: "I'm so happy, thank you, old man, I will definitely live up to your high expectations!"

"It's good if you're happy, when the time comes, I don't know what it's like to cry!" The old man laughed in his heart, and his proud wisps of beard turned around and walked towards the gate, waving his hand behind him as he walked: "The old man goes!"

......

The Imperial Palace in the Imperial Capital, in the back garden chamber.

He Jinshui was sitting on the coffee table, sipping fragrant tea, and at the same time he reported to His Majesty the Emperor what he saw on his trip to the plains of despair in Eastern Siberia. Because of the importance of the matter, he had to personally warn His Majesty the Emperor and remind him to prepare early.

He first told the story of his dealings with General Pirlo, and when Alexander heard that this arrogant one-eyed dragon could sit on one side and do everything he could, making all the wild tribes unpeaceful and even fleeing from the wind, and even letting He Jinshui, a brave marquis, eat the closed door, he suddenly felt funny, and couldn't help laughing, and then repeatedly bearded, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and involuntarily remembered the name Pirlo.

Then He Jinshui let out a long sigh and went on to tell the scene he had seen at the Death Outpost on the edge of the Empire. This group of strong imperial frontier troops fought there, facing the examination of life and death at any time, but they were firmly rooted in Dongberia like a tenacious nail, standing there guarding the borders of the empire. Hearing Alexandre behind him, he was completely moved, and couldn't help but interrupt his conversation, and immediately found someone to invite Imperial Marshal Rommel and Prime Minister Myers together.

Soon, a tall and powerful bearded old man in a straight military uniform walked in. He was full of blonde hair and imposing, his face was not angry but imposing, his eyes were shining, he looked at He Jinshui repeatedly before nodding at him, and then saluted His Majesty the Emperor, and sat down on Alexander's left hand.

The old man was very angry, although He Jinshui had never seen him, he already knew that he was the Imperial Marshal Rommel, a practical combat school who cut out from a small soldier with a knife and a gun, and a super ruthless man who accompanied Alexander on his expedition to the east and west twenty years ago, so He Jinshui also smiled and arched his hand at him, nodding in response.

He was neither humble nor arrogant, his demeanor was elegant and calm, and his gestures were as easy as talking to old friends, and Rommel couldn't help but squint his eyes, looking at him with interest, and his look of appreciation flashed. (To be continued.) )