When Yin Xiu took Ma Xiaoyu's hand and walked out of the door, there were already people standing outside, all of them old acquaintances.
However, Lan Po actually called her sisters over. At this time, almost all the Po Mi Pos from Tilanqiao came.
Seeing Yin Xiu, flowers bloomed on these wrinkled faces.
"Is this your godson-in-law?"
One of the old women gently pulled Lan Po's sleeve.
"Not yet."
Lan Po sighed, "I don't know what girls think nowadays, why just, forget it, just leave it like this."
Then she called to Yin Xiu, "Yin Xiu, you have a big event today. We, all of us who are asking Mi Po, are here to congratulate you and wish you success soon."
"Is it a success?"
Yin Xiu smiled and took Lan Po's hand, "Then let me lend you your good advice."
"You're welcome."
Although Lan Po said she was disgusted, her eyes were actually full of care.
"That's right."
Yin Xiu lowered her voice and said: "Is there anything like the last time, a straw man or a puppet, that can help me block the master's move?"
"That one is gone." Lan Po waved her hand slightly.
"That's it..."
Yin Xiu's face was full of frustration.
However, at this time Lan Po took his hand again and secretly stuffed something into his hand.
"But I have this for you, and it's just as useful. It's a good thing that I've treasured for decades.
When I was young, I thought about self-defense. Now that I have only a few years to live, and I no longer need it, I will give it to you. You can use it. ”
Yin Xiu's worries turned into joy, and she wanted to pick up Lan Po and spin her around twice. He smiled and weighed the thing in his hand, feeling that it was an extremely delicate and ingenious thing, like a compass or a Bagua mirror.
"What's the origin of this?" Yin Xiu said with a smile.
"It doesn't have any background. I just bought it from Liberty."
"Huh?"
Yin Xiu was stunned for a moment, "Li Baoxing."
"Yes." Lan Po nodded.
Yin Xiu glanced at his hand and saw a golden Rolex watch lying in his hand.
"Good stuff?"
Yin Xiu asked again, wondering if Lan Po had made a mistake.
However, Lan Po smiled and said: "Of course it is a good thing. I heard that when people in the Jianghu run away, this thing is hard currency. You can exchange it for money wherever you go."
"But the problem is that I have to escape successfully first." Yin Xiu muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Yin Xiu put the watch into his pocket, "I said I would come back to you for tea in a while."
"I'm interested." Lan Po patted his hand.
When Yin Xiu walked out, he found that all the neighbors were here, waiting for him.
"This is..."
Yin Xiu couldn't react for a while, until the leader of Guangming came out and said to him: "Yin Xiu, we have heard that there is a club that wants you to fight. Don't be afraid. There are so many of us. I can go with you!”
As soon as he said this, everyone else agreed, and at the same time displayed "weapons" such as kitchen knives and spatulas in their hands.
“Don’t show off on the street, what will you do if you get caught?”
The chief quickly signaled everyone to put the guy away, "We'll use it later, beat these bastards!"
"Yes, beat these bastards to death!!" The crowd was excited.
Yin Xiu couldn't help but feel a headache and didn't know how to explain it.
It was Haruyo who came to the rescue. He took out the ID in his pocket and shook it, "What are you arguing about? I am Changchun, Deputy Section of the Miscellaneous Section of the West Kowloon Police Station~Sherlock, Yin Xiu is not going to fight, he is just going to drink tea with others. It’s just chatting. Do you want to bring the guys out and stay there for a few days?”
Hearing this, everyone's atmosphere suddenly became lowered. After all, you can't mess with the patrol police.
And even if those societies didn't give Yin Xiu face, how could they not give face to the detective?
So everyone slowly retreated amidst Yin Xiu's thanks.
"If I had known I would have called a group of people from the martial arts community to congratulate Yinxiu."
Lin Hu thoughtfully said: "After all, martial arts practitioners have to see a high mountain to know their own shortcomings. At the same time, this kind of comparison can also alert the high mountain to know his own shortcomings."
"Check for the omissions and fill in the gaps?"
Ren Qi snorted coldly, "With these people, even a hundred of them wouldn't be enough for Yin Xiu to give him a beating. Why are they here, blocking traffic?"
"I won't call a hundred of them."
When Lin Hu said this, he could only smile, "But it's really not helpful to ask someone to come for sparring right now."
"But..."
Lin Hu asked worriedly: "He hasn't come to me for more than half a month to practice with me. What about you? Have you practiced with him a few times?"
"Idle."
Ren Qi was still dismissive, "In such a short period of time, what can I accomplish if I practice with him every day?
Besides, movement is worse than stillness. There is no grandmaster in the training room or general in the school. ”
"That's what you said."
Lin Hu sighed, feeling annoyed that he couldn't help.
"In matters of martial arts, the master takes the lead, but cultivation is up to the individual."
While he was shaking his head, Yin Xiu had already walked away with a group of people.
Caihuaxiong leaned next to Yin Xiu and whispered something. Even Ma Xiaoyu couldn't hear it very clearly. He only knew that he was discussing how to get to Malaysia.
She and Yin Xiu had already agreed before that Yin Xiu would not take a boat ride with her. The two of them would take different paths, which would make their goals smaller.
As for how Yin Xiu plans to go to Malaysia, the two of them have not discussed it in detail. After all, the plan cannot keep up with changes, as long as they can arrive by then.
Yin Xiu held Ma Xiaoyu's hand and asked Caihua Xiong in a low voice: "Is everything done? Is it unsafe to just follow the method you said?"
"Unsafe?"
Nahanao gave him a dissatisfied look, "There is never a time when my skills are unsafe.
In the past, when I helped people modify their prosthetic bodies, only the customers said that I did a good job, and no one ever came back to complain about my poor workmanship. ”
"That's my fault."
Yin Xiu nodded, "It's not that I don't believe you, I just don't believe the person you are looking for."
"What's so unbelievable about this?"
Nahanao became even more disapproving, "This is a classmate I met in college. We drank together and skipped classes. I can guarantee with my personality that there is no more reliable ghost guy in Hong Kong than him."< br>
"It turned out to be a ghost guy."
Yin Xiu hesitated again, "My foreign language is not very good."
"You are stupid." Naikaxiong rolled his eyes, "How can any foreign devil not speak Mandarin?"
……
On the top of the Peak, Uncle Ming and Afa stood aside, not sure whether they came to support Yin Xiu or simply to bear witness.
Others were watching from a distance, leaving the duel venue to Nangong Baixing and Yin Xiu.
Beside Nangong Baixing, in addition to Taoist Priest Qingyun holding the talisman, there was also Zhang Yiyuan.
When he saw Yin Xiu, Zhang Yiyuan couldn't help but sigh: "This boy will be great in the future."
"The future?"
Nangong Baixing snorted, "In the eyes of Xiandu, this kid has no future, because you want him to die, don't you?"
"This is also the purpose of this duel."
Zhang Yiyuan was very calm, "It is precisely because he is still young that we deal with him at this time, lest one day he really becomes a problem and becomes a trouble to everyone."
"That's just for you."
Too lazy to say anything more to him, Nangong Baixing waved his sleeves and stepped forward.
Yin Xiu suddenly felt pressure on her body and hurriedly took the opportunity of saluting to relieve some of that pressure.
"Maoshan Yinxiu, meet the Heavenly Master!"
"You're welcome."
Nangong Baixing waved his hand, lowered his eyes and glanced at Yin Xiu, "You are honest, you didn't run away."
"I have always believed that honesty and frankness are good qualities most of the time."
"A good thing?"
Nangong Baixing sighed, "But such quality will only kill you. Are you ready?"
Yin Xiu glanced at Zhang Yiyuan, who was standing in the distance, and met the eyes of the immortal qigong master. Both of them had cold eyes.
"You don't have to look at him."
Nangong Baixing whispered: "He is just a chess piece, a pawn who is insignificant and will be abandoned casually."
"I thought that all the qi masters in Xiandu were the best among men." Yin Xiu was a little surprised.
"They may be so-called dragons and phoenixes, but if there are too many of them together, they are no different from chickens in a chicken coop, and it is impossible to tell them apart."
Nangong Baixing dismissed it.
"There is no point in fighting him, but you have to fight with the forces behind him. Behind him is the imperial court, and the qi refiners who plan to retain the dragon veins of the Nine Provinces and help themselves become immortals. Your enemies are them. ”
Yin Xiu nodded, "One day, I have to eradicate them all."
"Oh?"
Nangong Baixing must admit that because Yin Xiu said these words, whether he did not know the heights of the world or made random remarks, because of these words, the old master of Maoshan would look down upon him from now on.
But that would only happen if Yin Xiu escaped today's fate.
Nangong Baixing gently raised his hand, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder rolling in his movements.
"You are a junior and also my disciple. If I don't make the move first, you will do it first."
Yin Xiu asked him: "Old Master, is it Taoism or fists and kicks?"
"It's all the same." Nangong Baixing said lightly.
It's all the same. I don't know if Nangong Baixing wants to say that fists, kicks and magic are actually the same thing, or that no matter which way he chooses to compete, Yin Xiu will be completely defeated.
However, having experienced being suppressed by a group of masters of the synaesthesia realm in Changbai Mountain before, and being overtaken by immortals with unrivaled power, Yin Xiu has become somewhat accustomed to the pressure of such an extreme disadvantage, although it is a bit sad to say it.
Yin Xiu opened his fists and kicked, not intending to defend, but just thinking about how to attack.
Nangong Baixing narrowed his eyes. He didn't expect that Yin Xiuzhen planned to take action against him, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.
"Rebel."
He took a deep breath, and as he was breathing, wisps of thunder and lightning visible to the naked eye began to linger on his body, lingering on his hands, light and elegant, like spider threads.
"It's Leifa." Afa whispered.
"Of course I know it's Refa!"
Uncle Ming's eyes widened, "Uncle, I have been playing tricks for so many years. How could I not know that this is the Five Thunder Palms in Qimen Dunjia? If I am photographed on my body, I will either die or be injured."
"What should we do?" Afa asked him.
"What should I do? If I had known, I wouldn't be standing here!"
While the two were talking, the thunder and lightning on Nangong Baixing's body became more and more brilliant, and his whole body seemed to turn into a ball of electricity, making everyone watching from a distance feel the hair on the back of their hands stand up.
At this time, Yin Xiu had to suspect that Nangong Baixing was not the Maoshan Great Heavenly Master, but the God of Thunder.
Just looking at it like this made him tremble with fear.
The Nangong Baixing that I saw in the dream in Yaochi before, on the rainy night thirty years ago, was more murderous than now, but the pressure seemed to be weaker.
In other words, Yin Xiu had not yet achieved great success at that time, so he could not see the majesty and height of the mountain due to the blindness of a leaf.
"Come on, punch me." Nangong Baixing urged.
"That's exactly what I meant!"
Yin Xiu grinned. It seemed that after waiting for countless years, he finally punched.
This punch was filled with all the effort and courage, and it seemed like there were many people behind him pushing him forward, supporting him in this punch.
At this moment, Nangong Baixing smiled, with an uncontrollable smile on his face.
In fact, he doesn't need to suppress anything, because at his age, except for a few rules, he can do whatever he wants.
Happy or unhappy, what can others say and dare they say?
Is it possible that there is still someone who can give advice to the great heavenly master of Maoshan, Nangong Baixing, who is close to a god?
Nangong Baixing stretched out a finger and pointed it forward, very slowly, as if everything slowed down in an instant, turned into jelly, and solidified together.
Then, Yin Xiu's attack collapsed with one punch, and his whole body flew backwards, unable to resist.
However, this is when the resistance begins.
Yin Xiu fulfilled her wish with a punch, and now it was time to escape.
On the other side of the mountain, an airship slowly lifted into the sky. The four huge propellers hanging on both sides and the long wings showed that this thing was a modified violent mechanical beast, not an ordinary airship.
The painstaking work of Nanana Xiong, a transcending flying machine that cost a huge amount of money to build.
The stars have changed!
Yin Xiu's figure began to become blurry.
During this almost stagnant time, he saw Nangong Baixing looking at him, and gently pushed forward with his hand to help him.
Immediately afterwards, Yin Xiu landed on the airship, sweating all over her body, and she no longer had the strength to get up.
"Man, are you a magician?"
The blond foreigner's face was full of wonder, "By the way, my name is Wright. I am Li Zixiong's classmate and a super pilot who once flew an airship across the ocean. If you can create miracles, so can I, but the method is different from yours." .”
Yin Xiu's face turned pale at this moment and she could hardly speak. No matter if it was a miracle or not.
Just ask him: "We are heading to Dunlin, right?"
"Yes, I know the location very well."
Wright nodded: "Go to Dunling."
The four huge propellers of the airship rotated at high speed under the gaze of everyone on the ground, spitting out thick smoke and flames, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, like an eagle flying across the sky. (End of chapter)