"Who's coming?" Weng Guotou raised his eyes and saw that it was an old man with a white beard, and hurriedly shouted, "What kind of trouble did you old man run up to the ring to make trouble? ”

"Haha, I still think that the boldness of the people, it turns out that the work of the old man is bad, and there is no one in the Qing Dynasty. When the ghost saw a lot of eyes, it was a lewd old man, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Go down quickly," Narahon said, too, "this is not the place for the elderly. ”

"Hmph, this big ghost has already laughed at no one in the Qing Dynasty, you young people are not good at learning arts, there is no way, only my old man will make a move. The old man said teasingly.

Nalafu took a step forward and comforted the old man with a heavy heart: "The old man should go down, Nalafu said that even if he dies in this ring, he will fight for the Qing Dynasty." ”

"Why do young people always have to die, they die, the old men are all half-cut people who are in the ground, and they still want to live a few more years. The old man blew his beard and glared.

The ghost saw a finger at Narafu and said sharply, "Go down with the bad old man, and let's go on." ”

Na Lahong knew that his son would not die or be injured if he continued to fight, so he suggested to the chief historian Weng Guotou: "Lord Chief Historian, in the old man's opinion, let's stop here for the time being, and change the name to another competition." ”

Weng Guotou nodded, and was about to announce the end of the ring match today, when the head of the Dongying Chamber of Commerce next to him, Ichiro Onifune, opened his mouth: "This is not good, it is clear that the Dongying side has the upper hand, and now unless the Great Qing Kingdom admits defeat, it must be seen to win or lose." ”

Na Lahong was about to admit defeat helplessly, but the old man suddenly shouted: "Hey, aren't you the Jin Fengzi of Wudang Mountain's Five Dragons?"

Nara Fu said in surprise: "It's Jin Fengzi below, how can the old man recognize me?"

"Hmph, the old man is Mo Er of Wudang Mountain Taihe Palace, the same generation as your ancestor Ziyang Zhenren, last year's Moon Festival Kobe martial arts test was still watched in the audience, you kid vs. Bai Puzi of the True Martial Arts Temple, it's really a happy one, hehe, there is a future. ”

"It turned out to be the old Wudang seniors, and the younger generations were disrespectful. Naraf hastened to give his salute.

"Well, you are indeed a junior, the old man is in the Wudang lineage, and he will teach you a lesson from this obscene knife. The old man raised his beard and said to himself, not paying attention to the ghosts on the side at all.

Narafu whispered: "Senior, this Dongying man's double knife is too fast, and it is not easy to deal with. ”

"Don't worry, you can't clean up a lot of ghosts, wouldn't it be in vain to call Wudang an old-timer?"

"Yours have thrown in the towel?" asked the ghost with disdain.

The old man turned around and said to the chief historian sitting in the center: "Old man Wudang old man Mo Er, write it down." ”

"Yours, what are the weapons?" the ghost snorted when he saw it, and said in his heart that this bad old man didn't have any internal strength and dared to stir up the situation, so he just kicked it to death.

The old man glanced at the hand-selling sugar cane in the audience and said, "Throw a sugar cane to the old man." ”

The man really handed over a purple sugarcane with a length of a few feet, and the old man raised his leg and broke it into two sections, and it felt quite comfortable to hold half of each hand and wave it twice, so he said: "To deal with this Dongying Duo ghost, these two sections of sugarcane are enough." ”

At this moment, everyone in the audience burst into laughter, not knowing what tricks this old man of the Great Qing Kingdom was going to play.

Ghost Duomi was also stunned, and asked him in confusion: "Yours, do you want to eat sugar cane?"

The old man smiled: "Mine is not eaten, but it is for you." ”

"Mine doesn't eat. ”

"That's not up to you. After the old man finished speaking, his two hands danced randomly and smashed towards the ghost.

Na Lahong and Weng Guotou and the others were dumbfounded, speechless in surprise, this is simply a crazy old man, he would not dare to compete with the Dongying katana with a sugar cane, but he was afraid that he was tired of life.

The ghost frowned and stood still, and the knife flashed, and the long knife slashed at the sugarcane, thinking that it was not like cutting tofu, but he didn't expect the sound of "dang", and suddenly the tiger's mouth was numb, and the long knife in his hand couldn't grasp it

When he was stunned, his head had already been hit by another half of the sugar cane, and his forehead was suddenly bruised, and his head was dizzy and confused. Then he heard a "crackling" sound, and two halves of sugar cane fell like raindrops, so that he was dizzy and his mouth and nose were bleeding, his bones seemed to be broken, and his legs were limp and he sat on the ground.

The old man still didn't give up, and kept hitting with both hands until the two pieces of watery sugar cane were broken, and at this moment, the ghost Duo saw that he had fainted all over his body.

There was silence on and off the stage, and after a long while, there was a sudden burst of continuous laughter.

Weng Guotou held back his laughter and announced loudly: "Mo Er of the Great Qing Kingdom has won. ”

"It turned out to be a master of the Qing Dynasty, and we all looked away," Ichiro Onifune, the head of the Chamber of Commerce, coughed twice and stood up and said, "I, Ichiro Onifuna, have always liked to make friends with strange people, I wonder if Mr. Mo Er can come to the dinner party of our Chamber of Commerce with a face?" He is very fluent in Chinese.

The old man looked at it, and this ghost fune Ichiro was thin, wearing colored glasses, and he looked weak.

"The master of the Great Qing Dynasty is deeply hidden, no wonder the ghost will be folded in the hands of the old gentleman, Ryukyu is a small country, such a master will appear in the ring here, the contemptible person is really fortunate to have three lives. Ichiro Onifune said with a look of sincerity.

"The old man is just tired of Wudang, and he just walks down the mountain, I'm afraid he won't be able to climb high. The old man obviously refused.

At this moment, the happiest person is Na Lahong, this old man came to stir up the situation, not only made Na Lafu retreat to save face, but also defeated the ghost Duojian, so he stepped forward and warmly invited: "Haha, when I see the old gentleman from the Qing Dynasty, how can this official not fulfill the friendship of the landlord, tonight I will have a banquet for Mr. Mo Er in the Qing Embassy's mansion, but don't shirk it." ”

Nalafu also arched his hand and said: "The junior Jin Fengzi implores the seniors to appreciate their faces. ”

"Well, okay. The old man smiled faintly.

The girl in a kimono in the audience also ran to the stage, standing beside the ghost boat Yilang, her eyes still quietly staring at Nalafu.

Ichiro Onifune whispered to him in Toei dialect, and he could see that the two seemed to be father and daughter.

"Oh, Mr. Mo, since you're not available tonight, we'll make another appointment. Ichiro Onifune said that he regretted dragging the girl away.

"Old-timers, please. Nalafu led the old man and Nalahong back to the Qing envoy's mansion on Gongmen Street.

In the living room, there are servants serving fragrant tea, and Na Lahong and his son accompany the old man to drink tea and talk, and this disguised old man is Mo Remnant. He had been in the Ryukyus for a few days, and learned that the deputy envoy of the Great Qing Dynasty, Na Lahong, had only one son, Na Lafu, who had just returned from studying art in the Central Plains, was about 30 years old, and won the Shuri Ring Championship in a row.

Fuchakang once told him that the eldest granddaughter-in-law of the Xu family, Lu Shi, took two young children, Shou Nan and Fu Nan, and followed Na Lahong to the Ryukyu Kingdom. Now this Nalafu has a single name and a Fu word, I don't know what it has to do with Fu Nan, so I came to the ring to observe, I didn't expect this person to be Jin Fengzi who had fought with him in the martial arts competition test in Wulongguan, which was very unexpected.

"Senior Mo, how did you come all the way to the Ryukyu Kingdom?" asked Nalafu.

"Hehe, the old man is here to look for someone. Mo replied.

"I don't know who the seniors are looking for, and the juniors are willing to do their best to help inquire. ”

"Well, it was decades ago. Mo Yan didn't say anything.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Nalafu no longer reluctantly said, "If the seniors are sent, let them be told." ”

Mo Yan drank tea and asked casually: "Jin Fengzi, when did you go to Wudang to learn art, and who else is in the family?"

"I was twelve years old on Wudang Mountain, my father loved martial arts all his life, and Wulongguan Ziyang Zhenren was familiar with it, so he devoted himself to the Shangqing faction to learn art, and now his parents are gradually getting old, and the younger generation respected his father's life and returned to Ryukyu half a year ago. Nalafu replied.

"Yes, the old man is a martial artist, I hope Fu'er can also learn a good kung fu, now it seems that the heat is not enough, if it is not for Mr. Mo's action, this ghost is really not easy to deal with. Na Lahong laughed.

"General Nala, is Madame Zun a martial artist?" Mo Yan asked.

"Hehe, where does she know how to practice martial arts as a woman, this is our man's business. Na Rahong waved his hand.

"Does the general have only one son?" Mo Yan then asked.

Hearing this, Narahon's face was a little ambiguous, and he said, "Yes." ”

It seems that this Na Lahong seems to have something unspeakable, and Mo Yan has doubts in his heart.

"Senior," Nalafu interjected at this time, "you used two sections of sugar cane today to beat the ghost to the ground, and the internal strength is really incredible." ”

"How many levels have you reached in your Xuantian Skill?"

"I just broke through to the third layer not long ago. ”

"Oh, it's too early to get to the seventh floor. Mo Yan said thoughtfully.

"It's just that the juniors are stupid and don't make fast progress, like Bai Puzi of the True Martial Arts Temple, who entered the Shangqing Gate at about the same time, has already reached the sixth layer and surpassed his master Zhenyangzi, but it's a pity" Nalafu was envious.

"What a pity?"

"A few months ago, the True Martial Arts Temple and the Five Dragons Temple under the Shangqing Sect gathered their disciples and went to Shennongjia to arrest the rebel Bai Chizi, but unfortunately it was disturbed by a group of masked people. ”

"Oh, the old man is lonely, let's hear it. ”

So Nalafu described in detail the experience of going to Shennongjia.

After hearing this, Mo Yan secretly thought that he was lucky, if it wasn't for Elder Fang and Jiutoutuo who arrived in time, Qing'er would have suffered, but he didn't expect that he would have left the lives of Tianxu and Ziyang Zhenren on Jizu Mountain, but he almost caused a big disaster.

"What is the status of the two real people, Tianxu and Ziyang?" he asked.

"Still losing his mind, as if he were the living dead. Nalafo said regretfully.

"Mr. Mo, the two of you will chat first, and the official will arrange the dinner first, and invite Wang Taiyu to accompany you. Narahon laughed and went out.

Mo Yan looked at Nalafu carefully, could he be the lucky man of the Xu family?