It's easy to get rid of Qi Zehui, and Xiao Yan can't know much about this.

When explaining the cause and effect, he was still trying to excuse himself, but when Xiao Yan used the method of agitation, Qi Zehui immediately went on the road, and shouted indignantly, "It doesn't matter if he poisons him or urine!" He just put knives all over the ceiling, grandpa, I dare to break in!"

After simply worshipping his teacher, Mo Wen accepted Qi Zehui as a nominal disciple - nominally he was a disciple of the martial arts hall, but Mo Wen was not responsible for teaching him anything.

"Master, what if there's a vacancy?"

"Alas, let's talk about this matter again, maybe they are willing to be accommodating in the face of their past feelings?"

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed. According to the usual practice, in addition to the hall master, the accompanying people can also have other disciples to watch, which the apprentices tacitly do, and no matter how "inconvenient" and "uncomfortable" they are, they gather at the gate of the martial arts hall early in the morning and get ready to go.

"Hey, are you going to wear this?" Shi Niang stopped Xiao Qi and the others, and looked at them with a smile in her eyes.

Xiao Yan and Qi Zehui looked at each other, looked at each other's bloated red jackets and tattered clothes made of ragged linen, and scratched their heads embarrassedly.

"Take it, put it on here. Shi Niang turned around and entered the house, took out two short and strong suits that were quite neat, and embroidered the word "Mo" on her chest.

"Thank you, Master!" Xiao Yan took it overjoyed.

"Wow, thank you, auntie...... "Qi Zehui was not very accustomed to calling master and master for a while, and he was working hard to adjust and adapt.

The clothes are very close-fitting, and after the two of them put them on, they feel that their hands and feet are completely released, whether it is punching or kicking, it is very smooth and natural.

It is worthy of being a short fight outfit customized for those who practice martial arts!

"Master, let's go!" Xiao Yan waved his hand.

"Don't worry, your sister will go too. Mo Wen, who had been silent on the side, suddenly spoke.

"What?" Xiao Yan was a little surprised, "Is the master going too?"

"Yes!" Yang Yuqin squeezed out a seemingly bright smile, "Lion Dance Conference, the last time Shi Niang went to see it was a long time ago......"

Mo Wen looked at his wife, her mind couldn't be better understood as a husband.

At the beginning, she was in a trance, but she took care of the martial arts hall alone, and carried all the burdens without saying a word.

Obviously, she is the saddest person.

And now...... Mo Wen turned his head to look at Xiao Yan, this ambitious young man, she seemed to have seen him as her own son a long time ago, right?

In fact, since that time, why shouldn't I be?

"Let's go!" Mo Wen waved his hand, and the disciples lined up in two neat lines, following behind the master, and the group walked towards the center of the city.

At the scene of the lion dance conference, the gongs and drums were noisy and crowded. High stands have already been erected around the square, and thick curtains have been drawn to block out the idle people outside the martial arts hall. Except for the people in the martial arts hall, only a few people with heads and faces in the city are eligible to enter the venue to watch the game. But despite this, there were still many people gathered around, stretching their necks and poking inside.

"Master, look!" At the entrance of the venue, several sharp-eyed disciples caught something, and hurriedly pulled the corner of the clothes of the person in front of them. The man turned around, and his face changed suddenly: "People from the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion?"

"Follow me, the place of registration is ahead......"

"Master Mo, long time no see!"

Mo Wen looked at the short man with a fierce face in front of him, and he was also stunned suddenly.

Hatred, irrepressible hatred almost burst out of Mo Wen's eyes.

"Master Mo, who is this?" The sharp-eyed Qi Zehui noticed that Mo Wen's expression was wrong, and hurriedly lowered his voice and asked.

"Xiao Yan, Qi Zehui, you two come here," Mo Wen stared at the man in front of him, and gritted his teeth in his voice: "Let me introduce you, this is the famous Huang, Shi, Fu!"

"Master Huang, the owner of the Huang Family Martial Arts Pavilion?" Xiao Yan and Qi Zehui were both stunned for a moment, and immediately took a step back, looking coldly at the strong man in front of him.

I didn't expect to meet Master's mortal enemy so soon, it's really unexpected!

A group of martial arts hall disciples behind Master Huang who looked unkind noticed the unkind eyes of the two groups of people, and they all stepped forward.

"Hey, what is this doing?" Master Huang waved his hand arrogantly and proudly. Seeing this, the disciple behind him immediately lowered his head and stepped aside.

"Master Mo, don't come unharmed!"

"Hmph. Mo Wen snorted coldly.

"Master Mo, why are you suddenly interested in coming to see this lion dance conference?" said Master Huang with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm here to attend the conference!" Mo Wen said unceremoniously.

The corners of Master Huang's eyes twitched, as if he was very surprised.

At this moment, a disciple of the Huang Family Martial Arts Pavilion behind him suddenly jumped out and said viciously: "Phew, a bunch of lost dogs, what kind of cows? Have you forgotten how your son and younger brother were killed?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, everyone in the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall was stunned, Mo Wen's eyes were even more blood-red, his hair stood on end, his forehead was bruised, and he clenched his fists and almost rushed over!

Master Huang turned around without saying a word, grabbed the disciple's collar and "snapped" it was two big-eared scrapers: "Bastard thing!" Then he turned around with a smile and arched his hand: "I'm sorry, Master Mo, the disciples of our martial arts hall are too reckless, don't be surprised!"

"Xianggong, hold back, it's not worth it, it's not worth it......" Yang Yuqin also stepped forward to stop Mo Wen, pleading with tears in her eyes.

"Hmph!" Mo Wen snorted angrily, and interrupted a standing bamboo pole next to him with a punch: "Shameless villain!

The disciples of the Mo family glared at everyone in the Huang Family Martial Arts Hall viciously, and turned their heads to follow Mo Wen.

Master Huang watched them walk in with a smile all the time, and then kindly pulled the disciple who had just been beaten, and took out a silver ingot from his pocket: "Not bad! Clever! Well done!" The disciple hurriedly took it, and smiled happily on both sides of his swollen face.

Lion Dance Venue Venue, Registration Office.

"Do you have to be three people?" Mo Wen's voice was a little eager, and a little pleading.

"I'm sorry, Master Mo, you know the rules, we can't change them!" the disciple in charge of registration put on a very uncomfortable smile.

Mo Wen looked back at his group of disciples who hung their heads and didn't say a word, even though he was very annoyed in his heart, he was helpless.

"What's going on? Why is it noisy?" A deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded, Mo Wen was startled, and hurriedly turned around and arched his hand: "President Sun!"

Xiao Yan followed the sound and saw that the person who came was an old man with gray hair and an obese body, who was looking at Mo with a surprised face and asked, "Isn't this Master Mo?

"Don't dare!" Mo Wen still bowed his head.

Seeing that the disciple whispered something in the fat old man's ear, President Sun immediately smiled with relief: "I thought it was a big deal! Isn't it just one less person, it's okay, it's okay! Let Master Mo and them compete!"

"But, President, just ......" The disciple wanted to say something, but when he saw President Sun's eyes, he had to swallow his words back.

"It's okay, Master Mo, you can go in!" President Sun said kindly.

"Then thank you, President Sun!" Mo asked Xie and led the disciples inside.

When Mo Wen and the group walked away, the disciple dared to ask tentatively, "President, is this really good?"

"What are you worried about?" President Sun laughed contemptuously, "How can you say that there are more than a dozen disciples in the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion, but they can't even get together the three people who participated in the competition, what kind of climate can they become?"

The structure of the open-air venue resembles an octagon, the eight martial arts halls each hold one side and sit down, the venue is a circular ring made of solid wood, on which there are many plum blossom piles, and several lion dance troupes are beating gongs and drums on it. Directly above the entrance, there is a very elaborate grandstand that seems to have been prepared for some distinguished guest.

Xiao Yan saw at a glance a thing surrounded by red silk in the stands-

Golden Lion Head!

At this time, there were already many martial arts hall personnel seated in the venue, and they were either happily gearing up, or watching the lively lion dance with great interest.

But when the Mojia Martial Arts Hall and his party entered the venue, everyone quieted down, and even a few lion dancers in the ring stopped.

Everyone's eyes stopped at them, some surprised, some contemptuous, and more curious.

Xiao Yan hung his head, not knowing what he was thinking, but Qi Zehui enjoyed this feeling of being in the limelight, and proudly straightened up and turned around so that everyone could see his smug face.

Mo Wen didn't care about the gazes of these people, he led a group of disciples, skillfully and slightly rusty, and walked towards the place of the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion.

The strange thing is that the place that should have been the grandstand of the Mojia Martial Arts Hall was empty at this time, there was no table or chair, only a few idlers stood there knocking peanuts and melon seeds, and the stands were full of fruit peel garbage.

If it weren't for the crumpled hanging a banner embroidered with the word "Mo" above it, I really wouldn't have thought that this was a grandstand for the martial arts hall. When the few idlers who were eating snacks saw Mo Wen and his party, they hurriedly ran away, and deliberately threw the rest of the things in their hands there when they left.

"It's really too deceitful, where's our chair?" one of the disciples couldn't help but curse as if he heard the laughter coming from around him.

Xiao Yan turned his face sideways and saw several figures with hurriedly moving chairs flashing backstage.

"I'm sorry, but the tables and chairs are tight right now, and there is only one bench left to sit on. Two handymen came running over with a dusty old bench and a smile on their faces.

"You guys!" Qi Zehui's teeth itched, and he couldn't help but punch him. The two were so frightened that they let out an "ouch", dropped off the bench and ran away.

"That's it, that's it!" Mo Wen picked up the bench, waved his long sleeves, and wiped the dust off the bench: "Xiao Yan, Qi Zehui, you two sit down." ”

"No need, Master, we can usually stand together for a few hours in a row, how about standing with everyone for a while?" Xiao Yan shook his head, "Let's sit for you and your sister, it's very hard for your sister to hold your little sister." ”

Mo Wen nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay, Yuqin, you can hold the child and sit down......"

"County-order-to-"

Outside the venue, there was a sudden shout, and everyone in the venue immediately got up and prepared to greet the prefectural magistrate.

"Greetings to the county commander!" shouted like thunder.

Xiao Yan finally knew who the exquisite grandstand was for.

"Master Mo, does the county magistrate often come to the lion dance conference?" Qi Zehui tilted his head and watched the old man in the official uniform panting and climbing up the stands.

"As far as I know, there wasn't before. Mo Wen held his chin and thought, he felt that this lion dance conference was not simple.