Chapter two hundred and ninety-eight ancient martial arts tour guide
Chapter 298 Guwu Tour Guide
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? Seeing Xu Qing's silence, Tong Qianzhan frowned and said displeasedly: "Being able to worship under Wang Tiangang's sect is already a great blessing. Is there anything you can't answer?"
The old man only thought that Xu Qing was embarrassed to say that his master was still in the mysterious realm, and his tone was rather dogmatic.
Xu Qing smiled calmly and said: "I haven't seen my master for a long time. I can't tell you what peep show his old man is now, but one thing is for sure. Even if he is an ordinary old country man, he is still my master. No one can compare with him."
Worth it."
His words were neither humble nor arrogant, but they were tantamount to saying that my master is the best, and you earth realm warriors are just floating clouds.
"Haha! This kid is quite interesting." Qiu Bieli laughed happily and said, "Let me ask you, if Wang Tiangang is really an old country man, what can you learn from him?"
Xu Qing replied without thinking: "I have a lot to learn, including transplanting rice seedlings and sowing seeds, raising pigs and chickens, and picking up manure and watering the ground. In short, if he is willing to teach me, I will learn."
"Haha! What a man who pours manure on the ground, it's so interesting to talk about it at the dinner table." Although Qiu Bieli is nearly a hundred years old, he has a cheerful and straightforward personality. Xu Qing's answer without any concealment is right for him.
Only Ren Bing at the table knew that this boy didn't think that these two worshipers were any kind of seniors. They were all at the same level and no one could say who was the one who would be the best.
At this time, the food was served and the tables were filled. Each table was filled with ten dishes and one soup. The dishes were full of color, flavor and taste, and the portions were generous. It was true that some thought had been put into it.
While the members of the Chinese Wuhun were feasting in the box, Lu Fuzhao was standing in the office using a computer to communicate via video chat with a thin-faced middle-aged Taoist priest.
The middle-aged Taoist priest is wearing a gray sermon robe, with a bun on his head. His eyebrows are like lying silkworms, and his eyes are like red phoenixes. His face shows a glistening ruddy face, and he looks quite a bit like a tall man. His beard and hair are black.
Judging from his appearance, he is in his early forties at most, but his actual age is much older. You can tell from Lu Fuzhao's title.
"Great-grandfather, I'm afraid the Chinese Martial Spirits are coming this time with bad intentions. Are you really prepared to let them enter the inner gate like this?"
Lu Fuzhao always stood, bowing as low as possible, and spoke in a respectful tone.
The great-grandfather, that is, the grandfather's father, Lu Fuzhao, is already over forty. This Taoist priest is at least a hundred years old, and looks a bit younger than his great-great-grandchildren.
"What is supposed to come will eventually come. The Chinese martial arts are the elite of the country. How can a mere high wall block the direction of the soldiers? Let them come in..." The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his hand after saying that, and the computer screen was filled with white flowers.
Yes, it turns out that turning off the computer can also be done with some effort.
Lu Fuzhao shook his head helplessly, walked to the safe on the side of the office and stood there, reached out and grasped the rotating knob, turned it left and right, and opened the cabinet door with a click.
The safe contained nearly one million in cash and some ledgers. Lu Fuzhao used his hands to push aside the banknotes in the bottom box, and then buckled them on the inner wall of the cabinet.
bite!
A small palm-sized drawer popped open on the metal inner wall. Lu Fuzhao reached out and took out an object that looked like a remote control, put it into his pocket, then closed the safe and walked out of the office.
With the exception of Huang Pulan, the members of the Chinese Wuhun were all men. They all had great tastes and appetites. The food on the table was swept into the Five Zang Temple like wind and clouds, leaving only some leftovers.
Mr. Qiu specifically ordered everyone to gather in a private room after dinner. He smoked a cigarette leisurely, as if waiting for something.
Squeak! The box door opened, and Lu Fuzhao walked in with a smile, and closed the door with his backhand. The man quickly walked up to Qiu Bieli, bowed his hands and said, "Senior Qiu, great-grandfather, please come in and talk."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out what looked like a remote control from his pocket and pointed it at the south wall and pressed it lightly.
Chachacha——
There were sounds of the rotation and bite of machines and gears, and the wall that was supposed to be a stone wall rose upwards, revealing a dark tunnel that was just wide enough for two people to walk side by side, but the length was about
I didn’t know until I walked through it.
Lu Fuzhao pressed another button, and several rows of fluorescent lights lit up above the tunnel, illuminating the entire tunnel so that even if a button fell out, it would be easy to find it.
What a big deal. Didn't the Lu family hollow out the entire mountain? When Xu Qing saw this tunnel, a thought flashed in his mind. Maybe the inner gate of the Lu family is behind this mountain, just like the Taoyuan written by Tao Yuanming.
According to the source, there is a paradise on the other side of the mountain where ancient warriors lived.
"Senior Qiu, please help yourself." Lu Fuzhao extended his palms and made a gesture of invitation, and stepped aside consciously. No matter who entered the inner door, he would not follow him. Regardless of his glamorous appearance, to be honest
He's just a gatekeeper for the Lu family.
"Let's go, let's take a trip to paradise." Qiu Bie held the cigarette in his hand between his thumb and index finger, then strode into the tunnel.
The members of the Chinese Martial Arts did not hesitate at all and walked in immediately. However, the entrance of the tunnel was indeed a bit narrow and walking was a bit awkward.
The tunnel is estimated to be about one kilometer long. It is dry and ventilated, and you will not feel short of breath when walking in it. It is not until the end that you see a metal gate in front of you.
Mr. Qiu stepped forward, turned the cigarette pot upside down, knocked on the metal door, and whispered: "Qiu Bieli is here, why don't you open the door?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the metal door rumbled open. From the sound, you could tell that the door was extremely heavy. As soon as the door opened, everyone's eyes suddenly opened up.
Ahead is a huge mountain basin, the edges of which are hard to see clearly at a glance. It is not an exaggeration to apply the words in Peach Blossom Spring.
The land is flat, the houses are well-groomed, there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, bamboos, roads, traffic, chickens and dogs...
This is a small world where people dress in retro styles. Men wear buns on their heads and long gowns that look a bit like Taoist priests' robes. Women have their hair tied up high and wear short dresses, making people feel like they have traveled through time.
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"The inner sect of the Lu family has moved here since the end of the Ming Dynasty. Some people rarely go out more than once in a lifetime. Apart from retaining their previous appearance in terms of dress and appearance, their language and thoughts are still similar to those of ordinary people."
This was not the first time that Mr. Qiu came here. He was introduced in a very clear and concise manner. Several people working in the fields turned around and waved to everyone. It was easy to tell from the gleaming light in their eyes that these people were all ancient warriors.
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"The wealth owned by the Lu family is unimaginable. The reason why these ancient warriors chose farming is actually a kind of practice. It is more to enjoy the fun of life. It has the artistic conception of picking chrysanthemums and leisurely seeing the southern mountains under the eastern fence."
Qiu Lao paced slowly and kept chattering. This great enshrinement of the Chinese martial arts seemed to be a good tour guide.