"Sorry, we can't buy you a ticket without a resident charm."
"No, but I have money to buy a ticket."
"No, no, this is the rule for guests."
A staff member in blue uniform stood behind the front desk with a stiff smile on his face and said to a white-haired guest.
The white-haired guest seemed very puzzled, and she kept putting silver coins on the front desk.
"Is this enough?"
"Guest, the money is enough, but if you want to take the train, you must wear your resident badge. If you are a foreigner, you must also wear the access certificate. Otherwise, no matter how much money you give,
You can’t buy tickets either.”
"I know, this is it."
As he spoke, the other party took out a gold coin. At this time, there was already a pile of silver coins on the table.
The staff member sighed and said, "Guest, do you think you don't have any identification? If you do this again, I may have to verify your identity in accordance with regulations."
"Oh well."
This sentence really worked. The other party gave her a resentful look, then put the money on the table back into the bag, turned around and left.
The waitress breathed a sigh of relief. This was not the first time she had encountered this kind of thing, it was just...
She raised her head and looked at the back of the white-haired guest. She looked so strange.
…
Ha! Roar!
A neat voice came from inside the wall. An old man in his sixties walked over quickly with two subordinates. He stopped at the door of the martial arts hall, raised his head, and glanced at the weathered door plaque.
There are four words written on it: Wu Wuji.
"Harder! Didn't you eat? Try harder!"
The fierce curses were heard outside the door, and the old man crossed the threshold and entered the martial arts hall.
In the open space of the martial arts hall, a group of shirtless young people were practicing martial arts. They were all different in height, short and thin. Likewise, they had bitter expressions on their faces, and they were covered in sweat, looking weak.
The three of them walked along the gravel road and arrived in front of the old big house. The curses came from inside. The old man twirled his beard, then showed a bright smile and stepped into the house.
There were two disciples sparring inside, while the master was giving instructions with his hands behind his back, and some strong disciples were also watching.
"Master Chen!"
"Ouch! Oh, Lord Wang Wu! Why did you come without notifying me? I will ask someone to prepare it right away. You will have dinner here at noon."
The visiting old man is Wang Wu, the manager of this town.
"No, no, Master Chen, I have something urgent to talk to you about this time."
Hearing this, everyone in the arena fell silent. The two people who were sparring also clenched their fists, stopped their movements, and turned their heads.
"What are you looking at! Keep practicing!"
Master Chen cursed loudly, then turned around, made a gesture of invitation, and then slowly walked towards the back door with a few people.
"Big or small?"
"It's a big deal."
Wang Wu frowned and said with a troubled expression.
"Let's go out and talk."
"Hey, okay."
The four of them just walked out and came to the backyard.
Master Chen is also an old man in his sixties or seventies, but his physique is much stronger than that of Wang Wu, and his eyes are still bright and clear. He is not like an old man in his sixties or seventies at all. When they walk together, others
I never thought they were the same age.
Moreover, even though he is old, Master Chen is still the most powerful warrior in this town.
They came under the pavilion, and two young men stood not far away knowingly, with their backs to them.
"Master Chen, you also know that that day is coming soon."
After Wang Wu sat down, Master Chen poured him a cup of tea.
"Is it the day of the tournament? If I remember correctly, there are three days left. By the way, has our city elected a representative?"
As soon as Master Chen finished speaking, Wang Wu showed a troubled expression and said:
"Master Chen, don't ask questions knowingly. I'm troubled by this matter."
"What's wrong?"
Wang Wu smiled bitterly and shook his head, drank a cup of tea, and then said: "It's different now. This competition is just about reputation. Our traditional areas now have new regulations. The funding is now linked to the ranking.
As you know, our city’s ranking over the years is really... slightly dissatisfying."
"Lord Wang Wu, it's useless for you to tell me this. We send out the best disciples every year."
"The best ones have all been recruited, Master Chen, you really have to help me with this matter."
Master Chen frowned, as if he noticed something. He poured another cup, said something about drinking tea, and then took a sip himself.
He sighed and said, "If it doesn't work out, I'll do it myself."
"Hey, hey, hey! Goodbye, Master Chen, you are very old."
"What's wrong with my age! Not many young people can beat me."
Master Chen said resolutely.
Wang Wu showed an embarrassed expression, patted the opponent's hand, and said quickly: "But this competition is for young people. I have never doubted your strength, Master Chen, but if you want to enter, then don't you?"
Do you think we have no manpower available in Tianshan Town? Hey, you are not afraid of being laughed at, but I am."
"Hmph! What kind of joke am I afraid of? Sir Wang Wu, just tell me what you have to say."
Master Chen crossed his hands and raised his sword eyebrows, suddenly full of pressure.
Wang Wu was hesitant to speak, hesitant, but finally he sighed and said: "Master Chen, how about you let your grandson Chen Feifan compete? He is the only one in our city who has entered the competition.
Big Ten guy.”
"Him?! Mr. Wang, stop talking. This matter is not negotiable. We finally suppressed the matter, and..."
Master Chen showed a rare expression of sadness and indignation, and his eyebrows darkened.
"Just treat him as dead. This kid is hopeless. Let him fend for himself."
"Master Chen, this may be the only way to cheer him up..."
Before Wang Wu finished speaking, he heard the sound of broken earthen pots coming from not far away, and something seemed to have broken into the backyard.
The two of them looked back, and saw someone limping out from behind the bonsai and some pine trees in the yard. The man had a bruised nose and face, covering his right leg, as if he had been injured. The most obvious thing was his eyebrows and dust.
Eyebrows raised like a master.
"Extraordinary?"
Wang Wu said in surprise.
That's right, he is Master Chen's grandson.
Both of them were surprised, what happened to him today? How could he be beaten like this.
Everyone in Tianshan Town knows Chen Bufan. He is the grandson of Master Chen. His parents had an accident when he was very young, and he grew up in Master Chen’s martial arts gym. Moreover, he has good talent and is very good at fighting, but something happened.
This incident made him seem to be a changed person. He no longer practiced martial arts, stopped doing business all day long, and kept company with some gangsters.
Even if he falls on the streets, there are only a handful of people in Tianshan Town who can beat him.
"Child! What's wrong? Why were you beaten like this?"
Wang Wu stepped forward with concern and asked.
Chen Bufan was also a twenty-year-old adult. He turned his head away, as if he didn't want to face someone.
"He was beaten? He deserved it. I can only say that he was beaten well."
His grandfather was adding insult to injury.
Chen Bufan snorted and was about to walk away when Wang Wu stopped in front of him and said with concern: "Who did it? Tell Grandpa Wang and see if I can be of any help."
Hearing this, Chen Bufan gritted his teeth and said, "It's not someone else, it's a woman, a woman with white hair, just over there at the station."
"A woman with white hair?"
After hearing this, the two old men's eyes widened.