In the midst of the commotion, Lin Silan carefully left Gallon and walked to stand next to Big Beard. Her father, the captain, also separated from the crowd and walked in with a silver pistol in his hand.
This man has a beard, a blue round hat, and his eyes are slightly protruding. He looks at people like a frog looking at an insect, coldly.
"Are you a passenger?" He continued without waiting for Galleon's reply, "I don't care if you are a real passenger or not. Since you are on my ship, you must abide by my rules."
He looked at Gallon's clothes carefully, and his expression relaxed slightly.
He did not say that although there are many ships on this route in the sea here, no ship will pass through the same sea area for at least three days.
In other words, if the person in front of me is really a tourist in distress, he must have lived independently in this sea area for at least three days and soaked in the sea water for three days. This kind of ridiculous thing haha.
Not to mention that seawater is so corrosive and soaking in it is very harmful to the body. Even drinking water is also a problem. Not to mention that there are sea sharks swimming around here from time to time.
However, he has also heard that some powerful martial artists can have terrifying physiques far beyond ordinary people.
"Are you a martial artist?" He thought for a moment and asked in a low voice.
"Uh" Garen didn't understand the word for a while. When it was translated, he nodded slightly. "Yes, I did practice martial arts fighting for a period of time."
"Since you are a martial artist, it's easy to talk about." The captain's face suddenly softened, "May I also ask what your name is?"
"Gallon, Gallon Terry Jones." Gallon silently added the familiar last name in his heart, Gallon Terry Jones. Lombard.
After some simple explanations and proofs, Galen joined the ship as a normal castaway and became one of the passengers on the ship.
Captain Wittmann seemed to have great respect for the martial arts masters and did not ask any unnecessary questions about Garen's identity. He also did not ask for any fares for the voyage. He enthusiastically arranged accommodation for him and even provided food for his daughter Lin.
Silan made a special trip to serve him.
After getting on the boat and settling down, Garen did not expect that just a small display of his knife-throwing ability, when he instantly lined up three flying knives in a vertical line, would cause such a big change in the captain's attitude.
Compared with the confusion and suspicion in the eyes of other crew members around him, the captain's performance surprised him. He was a man who had obviously seen the world and had rich experience.
Two days after boarding the ship, Gallon was arranged to stay in a VIP room in the passenger area of the ship, which also had some navigation books for reading. He stayed in the room to eat, sleep and rest for two consecutive days, and his physical injuries recovered quickly.
It's normal.
"Mr. Gallon." Lin Silan, who had just finished cleaning up the room, looked at Gallon expectantly, "Can you tell me the story of your martial arts master?"
Not only is it her first time to serve a martial artist, but her attitude is very upright, and her qualifications and appearance are also very good. Her appearance and conditions are far from eye-catching in all aspects, and her qualifications are not very good, so no matter how good her attitude is,
,many martial arts masters
At most, I can tell her some basic common sense stories. This is for the sake of her correct attitude. As for becoming a disciple, there is no need to think about it. As for her own disdain, those ordinary martial arts masters may not even think about it.
Even her father can't beat him.
"Story?" Garen was sitting in the room, holding a sailing captain's diary in his hand while drinking the specially supplied black tea. "Speaking of stories, do you know about the Battle of Black Smoke Pot Island?"
"Of course I know about the Black Smoke Pot Battle." Lin Silan nodded vigorously, "It is said to be the peak era of martial arts. Two kings of the century competed on the island, but in the end they all died due to a volcanic eruption and a nuclear bomb explosion.
."
"Oh? So clear?" Garen was slightly surprised.
"This must be clear!" Lin Silan replied matter-of-factly, "Almost sixty years ago now, this was the top event in the martial arts world. The strongest fighter in the history of Immortal Palace, Xian Fran, died in that event
In battle."
"Do you still know about the Immortal Palace?" Garen suddenly became interested. "More than sixty years?" He suddenly realized this keyword and fell silent.
"Of course I know that the Immortal Palace and the Demon Sect are the two most powerful forces in the fighting world, and they are the two holy places in the fighting world. They co-organize the selection of the fighting event every three years. Our ship even sent them there once to participate.
A martial arts master who has a grand fighting event!" Lin Silan replied with a slight pride.
"Fighting event?" Garen heard another new term.
"No? You don't even know this?" Lin Silan's eyes widened.
"I've been practicing hard in the wild." Garen shrugged and said that he really didn't know.
"The Fighting Festival is an important competition for the two major forces to select the new generation of fighters. Among them are not only fighters in the traditional sense, but also mysterious martial artists who combine fighting with technological means. It is held every three years and has been held for more than ten times now.
Yes! It is said that the best among them can be selected as official members of the two major forces." Lin Silan walked to sit down on the chair opposite Garen and explained patiently.
"It's been more than sixty years." Only then did Garen realize that he seemed to have spent too much time traveling back.
As for the fighting event, it is just a means for the Demon Sect of Immortal Palace to select talents and eliminate hidden dangers.
The Demon Gate is probably the Demon Elephant Gate, and the Immortal Palace may still be the Immortal Palace. Unexpectedly, these two have developed and grown.
"Besides the Immortal Palace and the Demon Sect, are there any other heavyweight organizations in the fighting world?" He continued to ask with a little anticipation.
"In addition to these two, there is a Black Fist Sect, a Red Sand Sword, and a Star Ring Sect. I don't know the rest, but I guess these are the main ones."
"Is there a Baiyun Sect or a Nantian Holy Fist Sect?" Garon paused and asked in a low voice.
"Baiyun Sect? That sect that participated in the Black Smoke Pot War?" Lin Silan seemed to recall, "The Baiyun Sect declined after that battle. In history, there was only one extremely powerful sect leader who was later eliminated by the Immortal Palace.
The people of the Demon Sect retaliated, and it is said that there were heavy casualties, and the main inheritance was lost. There is still the Baiyun Sect, but it is just a sect rebuilt by a few former students. It no longer has the complete inheritance of the past, and can only be regarded as a small sect at the bottom."
She thought about it carefully. "I used to really want to go to the fighting festival, but when I got to the outskirts, I was stopped and couldn't enter. I had to wander outside for many days. Later, I bought a fighting sect introduction that mentioned Bai Yun.
It was just a matter of time. After that, I never saw relevant records anywhere else.”
"What about the Nantian Holy Fist Sect?" Garen was silent for a moment and continued to ask.
"I've never heard of it at all." Lin Silan shook his head, "The name of this sect sounds very powerful. Brother, are you from this sect?" She asked slightly curiously.
Garen smiled and did not answer.
In terms of status, he is both the leader of the Baiyun Sect and the top general of the Nantian Holy Fist Sect. It is a pity that his once prominent status has become unknown only after more than sixty years.
The Baiyun Sect was in such a dilapidated state. The Nantian Holy Fist Sect, which had top fighters like him and Palosha, was suppressed by the Immortal Palace and the Demon Elephant Sect.
In a small town by the sea in distant Lanzhou.
In a dilapidated martial arts gym, in the dilapidated wooden hall, several young boys and girls sat in a row, obediently listening to what a young senior above them was saying loudly.
"Our Baiyun Sect has also had glorious moments in its history."
The senior brother proudly pointed at the tablet above to the junior brothers and sisters.
"In the past, there were two god-level fighters and four heavenly general-level fighters in our sect. They were extremely powerful for a time. Therefore, as disciples of our sect, we must remember the glory and glory of the past and remember the order of our ancestors.
"Three Honors and Three Disgraces", do not forget the sect rules, abide by disciplines, treat martial arts practice, take the development and growth of the sect as your own responsibility, take the status of a disciple as an honor and disgrace, and do "
Listen to what the senior brother above is talking about.
The few boys and girls below were drowsy after listening to it, but they couldn't help but listen to the weekly ideological education class.
Divine generals, heavenly generals? No one knows whether that legendary level really existed. It is too far away from ordinary disciples like them. It is probably the patriarch of history who is trying to put gold on his face.
These days, any small sect that doesn’t make up a glorious history that can’t even brag about it, and can’t scare rich people into being stunned, who would send their son or daughter in to pay tuition?
The four or five young boys and girls below were deceived in this way.
Two children from small merchant families, one daughter from a run-down nobleman, and two children from ordinary families in the town, one boy and one girl.
Among this group of children, the youngest is only thirteen years old, and the oldest is nineteen. They started at different times. Originally, there were dozens of disciples in Baiyun Gate, but they were kicked out by the nearby iron-legged gate.
Later, several masters were injured, and even the old man who owned the sect was seriously injured. As a result, the disciples became scattered. Over the past few years, those who had stayed before and the new recruits were included in the group.
Already.
Most of these children came because of the cheap tuition. If they couldn't get into other expensive martial arts schools, who would be willing to become a disciple in this dilapidated and low-end martial arts school.
The senior brother standing above was talking non-stop while recalling the old man's instructions before leaving. Fortunately for him, he took several senior fellow apprentices in his sect and was invited by Red Sand Sword to prepare for the fighting event in March next year.
Work.
When I think of this senior brother, I feel extremely unhappy. Those beautiful girls are taken around by the dead old man all day long, and there is no time to develop feelings. Isn't it because of the beautiful girls in Baiyun Sect that he entered the door in the first place?
Among the old man's three granddaughters, especially the youngest Luo Luoya, she is simply a cabbage in the black mud.
"Big Brother, I'm drooling."
Subconsciously, he quickly wiped his mouth. The senior brother immediately realized that something was wrong. His eyes darkened and he stared hard at the blond boy below. The boy was hiding behind a cold black-haired girl with a playful look on his face.
"Sit back to your seat! As a man, does it look good to hide behind your sister all the time!?"
While the senior brother was scolding, his eyes were quietly roaming around the cool black-haired girl.
I have to say that the dead old man’s beauty eye effect is really good, and his vision is also first-rate. Since this old man took over as the head of the sect, he has adopted several baby girls from outside. When they were young, they looked wrinkled and inconspicuous. But from the time they were raised, they were all pretty and dewy girls.
Not to mention qualifications, there are many disciples and students who entered the school because of these beautiful girls. If they hadn't been kicked out by the iron-legged door, more than half of them would have been prosperous by now.
Alas, I don’t know when the old man will come back.
Although the elder brother is still talking about ideological education, his heart has already flown out of here, drifting towards the three cute girls beside the dead old man. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! )