Li Xing took Meng Xiaoan to the famous museum in Anwei. After visiting the museum, the two went to the temple without stopping. When Meng Xiaoan passed the temple, he keenly felt a sinister atmosphere in a certain room.
Among them, if he was not mistaken, it should be a master from the Huang family. At this time, he looked at everything around him like an ordinary guest. Because of the strange smell, the kind of smell he had smelled from Huang Shang
passed, so we concluded that the people inside were from the Huang family.
At noon, the two had a quick snack and took a short rest. Li Xing took Meng Xiaoan to the Cherry Blossom Park. The park is full of cherry blossom trees. Although it is not the cherry blossom season, there are many tourists and many foreigners.
Human face.
Time passes slowly.
Li Xing walked with Meng Xiaoan for a day, and his hands and feet were sore and numb. But Meng Xiaoan didn't show any signs of fatigue, and kept that smile on his face.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Meng Xiaoan gave Li Xing one hundred yuan and said, "This is your fee for today. Thank you. I am very happy."
Li Xing laughed: "You gave me too much. We agreed it was fifty, so it was fifty." She gave the extra fifty to Meng Xiaoan.
Meng Xiaoan glanced at her and put away the fifty yuan.
"Then I'm leaving." Li Xing turned around, a complicated look flashed in his eyes. This person actually didn't keep him?
Meng Xiaoan looked at her back, smiled, turned around and left, returning home.
Meng Xiaoan meditated for two hours, and it was almost ten o'clock.
"I wonder who the people in that temple are?" Meng Xiaoan clicked his chin.
He began to calm down, and when he went to kill someone, he had to be calm, very calm, extremely calm.
This is Anwei. After finally coming to Anwei, I must have done something special.
He followed the old monk's lead and sat cross-legged.
I don’t know how long it took, but Meng Xiaoan suddenly opened his eyes. It was time. It was exactly twelve o’clock, the night was dark and the wind was high, it was the perfect time to kill.
Meng Xiaoan stood up, turned off the light, and walked out of the house. At this time, it was the place where young people began to live.
The person he wants to assassinate is the master who captured the gloomy and powerful aura today.
temple.
The temple in the dark night is like a beast crawling under the night sky, and the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of its mass makes pedestrians walk quickly.
Master Huang Po sat on that futon. He had been sitting here since daytime.
During the day, he felt someone looking at him with looks that looked calm but concealed murderous intent.
Huang Po didn't know if this young man was here to kill him, but he believed that he would find him here one day.
His disciple Huang He, dressed in linen clothes, slowly opened the door and walked in, holding a pot of tea in his hand.
Huang Po said to Huang He who walked in: "Huang He, you really want to go out."
Huang He had a very calm look on his face. The temple had a rule that only when the master died could the disciples go out to the human world for morning exercises.
Huang He has stayed in the temple for more than 20 years, and he longs to go out to the outside world.
It would be a waste if such a young person does not go out and make a living with his promising talents and extraordinary intelligence.
Huang He can almost be said to be Japan's martial arts genius in the past twenty years. In addition, he studied under Master Huang Po. At such a young age, he is actually famous for his martial arts in Anwei.
Huang He felt that it was a little strange to see the master tonight, but his wrist was still calm and did not shake. He poured and handed the tea. Everything seemed normal.
Even the sounds of his heartbeat and blood vessels were calm.
Huang Po sipped the rich tea and said slowly: "It's not that Master won't let you go out, it's just that the time has not come yet. Huang He, your technique will still take three years."
Three years later, Huang He was almost twenty-seven. Three years may be a short time, but it may be very fast.
Huang He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I will remember Master's words and practice Chinese martial arts well."
Huang Po said: "Your realm is not high yet. There was a tourist during the day today. He is a young man, but his realm is higher."
Huang He was slightly surprised. At this age, his cultivation level is actually at the peak, but there are people higher than him? How can this not be surprising?
Huang He's murderous intention flashed past him, and he believed in his master's vision.
This person must be found and killed.
If he can't kill, then let others come out to kill. He has a lot of snipers.
Huang Po said: "You have murderous intentions."
Huang Po heard the ripples in Huang He's blood vessels, even though they were deeply hidden.
Huang He looked even more respectful.
Huang Po said: "Huang He, your mind is still stuck at the stage of looking at the mountain and not avoiding it."
Huang He knew that Master was about to start explaining his great principles, but he did not show any impatience and listened calmly.
"He is from the southwest."
Huang He said: "From the southwest?"
Huang Po stood up slowly and said, "If I guessed correctly, you may be familiar with this person. He is Meng Xiaoan, Li Tanhua's half-disciple."
"Sure enough, you can tell my origin just by looking at me. It's amazing, it's amazing."
The door opened slowly, and Meng Xiaoan walked in, wearing white clothes, white cloth shoes, and a gentle smile on his face, just like a visiting guest.
Ikhuang He, who had never seen Meng Xiaoan, was full of murderous intent before. When he really saw Meng Xiaoan, he restrained the murderous intent in his heart. This restrained murderous intent was more terrifying and natural than the murderous intent I unleashed.
A smile actually appeared on Huang Po's face: "He is indeed a dragon among men."
Huang He looked at the smile on his master's face and was slightly surprised, because the master had not smiled for nearly ten years. This time, Meng Xiaoan suddenly came out in the middle of the night. What was the master's mentality? This made Huang He
Very unpredictable.
Meng Xiaoan also smiled, just like Kasyapa pinching flowers, and said with a smile: "It seems that I came up tonight at the right time. Master knows my father? I must know some of his whereabouts now, right?"
Huang Po looked at this handsome young man and said: "Ten years ago, I fought against your master once. Unfortunately, I lost, but I lost very convincingly. Li Tanhua's strength was worthy of being the number one that year."
Man, for the past ten years, I have been meditating in the temple to understand the spirit of the art."
Meng Xiaoan said: "After hearing what the master said, I think you will be asking for advice from me today."
Master Huang Po said: "Exactly, at this time, you are as strong as Li Tanhua back then. Although I am an old man and my mental and physical strength are much weaker, I can still do it with a few moves."
Meng Xiaoan stared at Master Huang Po's eyes. His eyes showed a peaceful state, not that kind of fighting. Meng Xiaoan was alert and direct. This Huang Po seemed to be the master he had faced after coming to Anwei. This
It's just a stepping stone, but Meng Xiaoan still has to step on this stone. Huang Po said that he and Li Dingtian had confirmed it, so he must have been thinking about how to break Li Dingtian's fists over the years, and maybe he has found a flaw. Meng Xiaoan narrowed
With his narrow eyes, he glanced at Huang He who was standing in front of him, and then showed a polite smile: "You two come together, there is no time to play anymore, I have to go back to sleep."
Huang He was not angry, let alone impulsive. He stared at Meng Xiaoan's smiling face and said in a cold voice: "It seems that you are much more frivolous than I thought. I heard that Master said you are a genius. Geniuses seem to be
Die early."
Master Huang Po listened to Meng Xiaoan's frivolous words without any disturbance in his heart. When he lost to Li Tanhua, he only lost one move. This move took him ten years to crack. As long as he defeats it again,
After meeting Li Tanhua once, he was confident that he could easily crack it. As his apprentice, Meng Xiaoan must have nine points of his ability.
Master Huang Po said: "You are even more arrogant and frivolous than your master."
This sentence is not meant as a joke, because there is a powerful enemy in front of him. If he gets angry, he will be at a disadvantage. Only by being calm and calm can he face the enemy.
Master Huang Po said: "Okay, if you ask us master and disciple to treat you one by one, then we will be more respectful than obey your orders."
Before Master Huang Po could finish his words, Meng Xiaoan had already rushed over and hit Huang He directly with his fist.
Meng Xiaoan is a birdman, and so-called birdmen do not play their cards according to common sense, so before Master Huang Po could finish his words, he had already rushed forward quickly.
A normal person would kill the old and powerful ones first, but Meng Xiaoan took the opposite approach and went for Huang He first.
Huang Po could not be killed with one or two moves, so Meng Xiaoan killed Huang He first.
This Huang He has been a genius for twenty years, and Meng Xiaoan is also somewhat excited about killing geniuses.
The fist is plain and simple, just like a black tiger tearing out the heart, purely for speed.
Meng Xiaoan's speed has reached the highest point of human physical fitness.
Huang He just felt that all the ninjutsu he had learned in the past twenty years had no way to deal with this punch.
Because the fist came so fast, it flashed past like a shooting star.
Huang He subconsciously punched out his right fist, trying to resist Meng Xiaoan's thunderous and powerful punch.
With a click, Huang He's wrist broke, but the punch did not end and hit Huang He directly in the face.
Huang He felt his ears buzzing, and his eyes saw a stone as big as ten thousand kilograms hitting his face.
Huang He was knocked out by Meng Xiaoan's fist in the next second.
His body was blown away by the huge force, and he fell to the ground with a bang. Then Huang He's nose, teeth, and lips were completely torn apart. He changed from a handsome boy to a clown, as ridiculous as he wanted.
It's ridiculous, his cheek couldn't bear the huge force, and his left cheek burst.
This turbulent and thundering punch completely knocked this twenty-year-old genius from heaven to hell. Everything happened so quickly and violently that Huang He turned into a useless person. It turned out that he was not a genius, but just a useless person.