Martial Arts Master

The next night, in the Shi family villa.

Several specially invited chefs were busy, while the laymen gathered around a table to celebrate Old Man Shi's sixty-fifth birthday while chatting and tasting delicious food.

This time for the Fifth Banquet, he did not invite anyone else. Except for old friends such as "Emperor Yi" and "Sin Huo Tianjun", he only had the head senior brother, his own daughter, the unworthy disciple and the rest of the Ice God Sect.

Of course, the Haixi Sect, Hanji Sect, and Dinghai Sect within the Wuyue Society all sent qualified disciples to congratulate him with wine.

Lou Cheng was quietly listening to his elders bragging about the past, when suddenly his heart moved and he turned to look at the door.

Immediately afterwards, "Yihou" Fei Dan also made a similar reaction, and only then did Old Man Shi and others follow him in confusion.

At this time, it was dark and rainy outside, and the feeling of spring was lingering on the branches.

"Huh?" After a few seconds, Comrade Shi Jianguo suddenly asked in confusion.

Shi Yuejian was confused at first, then his eyes lit up, he stood up, walked quickly to the door, and opened it.

In the sparse rain outside the door, a tall and majestic navy blue figure carrying two ancient jars slowly approached. Every drop of water that came close to him would automatically evaporate without leaving any trace. He was the "Dragon King" Chen Qitao!

As soon as he appeared like this, the connected living room and dining room were immediately silent. All eyes were watching him approaching in the cold wind and rain, as if the sun was rising in retrograde motion.

Chen Qitao walked into the villa slowly, without any rain, without any pretense, and he was so majestic that Shi Yuejian who greeted him at the door forgot to speak, and everyone present forgot to speak.

Walking to the dining table in one step, the "Dragon King" placed the two ancient jars in front of Old Man Shi. The cups and plates moved automatically, leaving enough space.

"Yaozhou ancient cellar Wannian wine." Chen Qitao stretched out his palm and patted the seal of one of the jars, and the unforgettable aroma filled the air.

Old man Shi came back to his senses and laughed:

"I remember there were only five altars, and you just snatched half of them!"

"You brat, hurry up and add a chair!"

After hearing the order, Lou Cheng suddenly realized.

"Dragon King" is here to celebrate his birthday!

But no one expected that the atmosphere just now seemed like an enemy came to destroy the family.

The master had probably just casually invited him before, and had never considered the fact that he actually came.

Of course, the "Dragon King"'s unsmiling and dignified self also bear a considerable part of the responsibility!

In the midst of fuming, he and Shi Yuejian found a chair from the guest room and placed it next to their master.

The "Dragon King" was not polite either, and Da Ma Jin Dao sat down.

"Back then, hey, I didn't see you bringing wine to me, old man, even though I lived and died in war-torn areas, why did you suddenly think of this today?" Comrade Shi Jianguo said, half teasingly and half with emotion.

"It wasn't your birthday at that time." Chen Qitao's poker face remained unchanged and he answered with a very serious attitude.

It was quiet again, and I didn't know how to answer the question.

...This joke is so cold... "Dragon King" has no sense of humor... Another form of cold-scene king... This was the first time Lou Chengshang saw Chen Qitao in a similar situation, and he couldn't help but complain a few words in his mind.

Old Shi laughed dryly, shook his head and said:

"You, you are still the same as before. You have never changed. But my inattentive apprentice, please give me a good beating."

Master, it's really a beating... Lou Cheng's whole body ached when he heard this word.

After losing to the "Dragon King" in the last "Martial Holy War", his attitude has not changed. He does not only support the juniors and is hostile to qualified competitors like the rumors. After thinking about it, he feels that he is still not ready enough to pose a threat. .

Thinking about it, in the first challenge in the official competition, although I was only 70% strong due to injuries, I never thought I would lose so easily and miserably. I was almost beaten, and I truly felt that I was intact. The reason why the unrivaled twins in this state are the unparalleled twins.

Anyway, I have always been "beating" once or twice a week, but in the past year, I have made rapid progress. In daily practice, although the number of wins is small, I finally start to win, but well, every time If he wins, the next time will be a terrible counterattack, a brutal "beating" that is simply unbearable and painful to think about.

Of course, it was precisely because of this kind of "beating" that I was able to improve so quickly. In less than two years, I could confidently claim to be top-notch.

"You're welcome." "Dragon King" didn't even look at Lou Cheng, but his expression was slightly soft, as if it was an activity that could entertain his body and mind.

Lou Cheng couldn't help but touch the corner of his mouth. It was injured and healed, then healed and injured again. The teeth fell out and grew out, and grew out and fell out again. It was almost an old problem.

Because the "Dragon King" has also conquered war-torn areas and has a common language with "Yihou" and others, the atmosphere of the banquet gradually recovered.

There is no doubt that he listens more than he talks, but every time he speaks, he always silences the table.

"If the 'God of War' could hear your comments, his descendants might not be able to hold on to his coffin..." Wu Molian was shaken by the vicious and mean comments of the "Dragon King".

Alas, he was the only one present who could say that, and of course, because the "God of War" died by his hands.

Old Man Shi also recalled his memories. Just as he was about to brag about his experience of killing strong men of the same realm, he suddenly saw the "Dragon King" glance at the door.

Immediately afterwards, his unscrupulous disciple stood up, walked over with a smile, opened the door and said:

"It's better to come early than to come by chance."

"Yeah." Lin Que's expression at the door did not change at all due to his nonsense.

He also carried two jars of wine and came to the side of Old Man Shi. He was silent for a few seconds and then said:

"Coach Shi, my grandparents asked me to bring over two jars of aged wine that have been buried for twenty years. I wish you happiness like the East China Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains."

When delivering the congratulations, Lou Cheng smiled and waited for his uncle to show signs of stammering, stuttering, or being embarrassed. However, Lin Que remained calm and composed from beginning to end and showed no other reaction.

How do you feel about saying such embarrassing and corny lines so smoothly? Lou Cheng shook his head secretly and muttered silently: It's boring, it's boring...

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In a villa next to Wuyue Club.

The dull Huang Ke finished wiping the "Ice Chi Gun", took out a bottle of sapphire-carved wine from the wine cabinet, and poured himself a glass. The color was almost amber.

His disciple, Zheng Yu, who was still trying to attack Waigang, said doubtfully:

"Master, why do you suddenly want to drink?"

My master has always collected and appreciated most of his works.

Another disciple, Qian Qiyue, looked at the balcony, looked into the distance and said, "Today is the sixty-fifth birthday of Senior Ice God Sect Shi. Master, do you want to send him a bottle of wine?"

But what’s the point of trying it yourself first?

Huang Ke didn't speak. He took the wine glass and walked slowly to the balcony. He looked in the direction of the Shi family. After a moment of silence, he said:

"No need, we don't have any friendship with each other."

At this point, his tone suddenly became a little erratic:

"When I joined the sect, it was when he was at the peak of his fame. I have always set him as a target and wanted to find an opportunity to challenge him. Unfortunately, I have never been able to achieve this wish."

"And now..." He smiled rarely, "We are all old."

For strong men like them, no matter how thirty years older they are, they can easily beat people. But compared with young people in their prime at the same level, they really have to accept their old age.

"King of Guns" Huang Ke didn't sigh. He picked up his wine glass, sipped it in the direction of the Shi family, and toasted from afar.

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After the birthday banquet, some said goodbye, while others continued to talk about the past.

Lou Cheng was afraid that his uncle would not like this kind of occasion, so he pulled him to the quiet balcony and asked with a smile:

"Have you experienced a lot of things in the war-torn area this time?"

"A lot." Lin Que replied simply.

"What are they?" Lou Cheng asked with interest.

"Too long." Lin Que remained as cool as ever.

The corner of Lou Cheng's mouth twitched, then he smiled and said:

"Then how did you jump over the dragon gate and achieve Waigang?"

"That's it." Lin Que replied calmly.

Can we still have a good chat... Lou Cheng lowered his head and sent a message to classmate Ke Xiaoke:

"Your brother chatted to death!"

Lin Que watched him finish pressing the virtual keyboard and slowly said:

“In war-torn areas, some things are more important to do than to say.”

"Yes." Lou Cheng nodded thoughtfully, "I will go there on a mission in the future, and I will also help with some things."

Most of the Waigang strong men there would not welcome me...

After a few seconds of silence, he changed the subject and said:

"Do you want to participate in next month's 'Martial Holy War'?"

"Yes." Lin Que said concisely.

"Well, what's your goal?" Lou Cheng casually looked for a topic.

Lin Que raised his eyes, stared at him with dark eyes and said:

"Beat you."

Uncle, are you serious, or are you just telling a joke... Lou Cheng's expression was stunned.

Lin Que turned around and walked to the guest room. When he was about to leave the balcony, he said again:

"I will keep working hard."