Yes, who am I? Zhang Qilu was stunned by Zhang Tianshi's question. I have never seen my parents since I was born. I only know that my mother is a young lady from the Zhang family in Shanghai. I know almost nothing about my father except that he also has the surname Zhang. Is there anything more tragic than this? Zhang Qilu felt a rare sense of self-pity.
With a long sigh, Zhang Qilu collected his thoughts and said, "Yes, I don't know who I am, Tianshi Zhang. I have never met my parents. Your surname is Zhang, and my surname is Zhang. I can't tell, but I am still Where is your grandson?"
Such an answer really made Zhang Tianshi, who was nearly a hundred years old, a little bit dumbfounded. Such an outstanding young man was also a Taoist. If he said he was his grandson, would he recognize it or not? The old man began to recall, and he began to search desperately in his memory. , he thought over and over the diversion debt of his youth.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit strange, and the atmosphere outside the restaurant was tense.
Qin Dao looked at the four people behind Kimura Shunlan with a bit of grit in his teeth. These four people all looked extraordinary. He really shouldn't have talked too much before, and Kimura Shunlan should have introduced them all.
The little monk behind him seemed to realize that these people were not simple, and quietly said to Qin Dao, "How about it, little God of Wealth, do you want me to go back and call my master and uncle?"
"No, I chose today to deal with these matters, not only to give my opponents a blow, but also to show our strength to the officials."
"These four people are very powerful. It cannot be solved by just the two of us."
"Do you know them?"
Kimura Shunlan was not in a hurry and didn't know who found him a folding chair. He looked at Qin Dao and Yanhua calmly.
"I don't know it, but I can see it clearly."
The young monk pointed at a skinny old man. Qin Dao looked at the old man with white hair and white beard. He was wearing a white Japanese martial arts uniform on his upper body and a pair of indigo martial arts culottes on his lower body.
"Look at his haggard figure, empty eyes, and almost no blood in his Qi Sea. If he is not an ordinary person, then he is definitely a master, and Qi Qi is no longer an ordinary master. He has been there to see whether the mountains are still mountains. , water is still the natural state of water, if I read it correctly, he should be practicing the art of using softness to overcome hardness, and using strength to fight force."
At this moment, applause sounded in the silent street.
"What a good eye. This Master Saito practices Aikido. He studied under Mr. Shiba, the founder of Aikido. Aikido evolved from the ancient Japanese martial arts "Toryu Aiki Jujutsu" , Aikido is a defensive martial art that responds to changes by remaining unchanged, by controlling the attacker's power. The little monk has a good eye, come on, look at the others."
The young monk ignored Kimura Shunlan, plucked his ears, gave a disdainful sound, pointed at the youngest of the five and said, "This young man, the smell on his body is familiar to me, it's a bit similar to that Taoist priest from Maoshan." , he must be practicing a side technique."
"It's not impossible to say so. This is Mr. Fujiwara. The Fujiwara family is the most powerful priest family in Ise Shrine. There will be at least one person with the surname Fujiwara in every term of the Grand Priest. They have been growing up since they were young. Practicing Yin Yang and Barrier Techniques is indeed similar to Maoshan's Ghost Raising Technique and Maoshan Formation."
Yanhua pointed at a dwarf among the people and said, "That person, although he has concealed his murderous aura very well and has almost completely restrained his energy, but I can see the fierce murderous aura and exploding blood in his body." Qi Ji, he should be a killer."
Kimura Junlan clapped his hands again, "It's really enviable. China is really full of talents. You know, I really didn't see anything when I saw him for the first time. I went to invite this master to come out." When he brought me tea and water, I thought he was just a servant of the temple."
The young monk did not mention the black warrior, because the two Japanese swords on his waist were too obvious. This man was a Japanese warrior.
"How about Master Qin, can we start?"
...
On the balcony of the apartment directly above where Qin Dao and Kimura Shunlan and others were confronting each other, Li Xiaoxiao was engaged in a life-and-death struggle.
Li Xiaoxiao’s hand
Holding a 92 semi-automatic pistol, this is a pistol that has been improved for many years and has not yet been officially equipped with the Chinese army.
Li Xiaoxiao activated her qi machine and pushed her speed to the limit to swim around the short fat man. She was like a dog biting a hedgehog and couldn't bite him. The other person was too hard. Although he didn't move at all, sometimes he wouldn't move if he didn't move. flaw.
The short fat man didn't strike randomly. He was looking for Li Xiaoxiao's movement trajectory, and saw his left hand slowly reaching out. It didn't look like he was going to strike, but like he was shaking hands with Li Xiaoxiao.
At this moment, Li Xiaoxiao was behind Humpty Dumpty. She was puzzled by Humpty Dumpty's action. The Humpty Dumpty hadn't moved since the beginning of the fight, so his first move was somewhat inexplicable.
But the next moment, the palm that confused Li Xiaoxiao suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The power and speed made people feel incredible. In an instant, the hairs on Li Xiaoxiao's body stood up. At this moment, she actually had the opportunity to take half a step back to avoid the fist, but Li Xiaoxiao, who is extremely stubborn in nature, did not choose to retreat. She understood that sometimes taking one step back is equivalent to taking a hundred steps back. Fortunately, Li Xiaoxiao didn't give in, otherwise she might never see Brother Qi again. The opponent's fist would have beaten her into a puddle of flesh. What saved her was a kind of keen judgment and she was also the one who saved her. luck.
Li Xiaoxiao pulled the trigger three times in an instant. Three nine-millimeter bullets formed a straight line and hit the Jiquan point under the opponent's armpit. This time, he finally saw blood. Three bullets Colliding with each other, the first bullet entered Humpty Dumpty's body.
Although the short fat man was hit, his fists still did not stop, but after all, he was hit in the armpit. The strength of the fist was still 90% lost, and his arms seemed to be shortened. He was originally facing Li Xiaoxiao. The fist that reached the door could only reach the back of her hand at this moment.
Li Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a huge overwhelming force. This force was completely different from the force driven by qi machine. It was a pure and arrogant force. Li Xiaoxiao wanted to retreat at this moment, but it was too late. The moment the other party's fist came into contact with Li Xiaoxiao's arm, the other party paused strangely. His arm seemed to be half an inch shorter, and the fist hit Li Xiaoxiao. On the barrel of Xiaoxiao's gun, a brand-new pistol was beaten into iron filings by a fist of flesh and blood.
Li Xiaoxiao was thrown several meters away and hit the wall behind him heavily. His entire right arm was thrown behind him and he lost all consciousness.
Li Xiaoxiao knew that the reason why he escaped was because of the jade talisman on his chest the moment he felt his power. The jade talisman that Brother Qi gave him was activated, and a burst of energy spurted out of the jade talisman, which was stagnant. the other party’s actions.
Li Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked at her arm. Except for the broken index finger of her right hand and the dislocated shoulder, there was almost no damage. However, she still found it a bit incredible. The "Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl Art" she practiced was originally a kind of physical training. The technique, just an indirect brush, and the jade talisman to protect his life, actually caused his arm to be injured like this.
Li Xiaoxiao's thoughts and wonders only lasted for a moment. She struggled to stand up because the iron-clad fat man punched again.
This punch hit Li Xiaoxiao's face. As long as she was hit, Li Xiaoxiao didn't dare to think about it, but at this moment, there was a wall behind her and there was no way to retreat.
At this moment, a person appeared between the two of them. The person roared and closed his left and right hands. Two completely different qi forces actually caught the short fat man's fist. Although the fist was caught, the kinetic energy brought by the fist was not there. After being removed, the man was still retreating rapidly. Li Xiaoxiao raised his head and roared, using all his energy, he stretched out his left hand and put it on the man's back. ..
...
Zhang Qilu in the restaurant heard the whistle and looked out the window nervously. He knew it was the sound of laughter, and he also knew what such a long whistle meant. This is the sound made by a cultivator who mobilizes all the qi machines in his body in an instant. If he doesn't have to break through the orifices for the sake of cultivation, then he has to fight for his life.
"What's wrong? Are you anxious? Is he your friend? Want to save someone?"
The ninety-four-year-old Celestial Master is actually no different from a child. He was successful in his youth and became the Celestial Master in his early twenties. He is the number one person in the Taoist sect. Then the middle-aged man was moved to a small island. Although Dongning Island, which is as big as a palm, has mountains and scenery, he could not live freely from now on. It was too oppressive.
. He hadn't met such an interesting person for a long time. He thought he was currently confronting Zhang Qilu. Although he was using words, the old master saw the other person's flaws and found it very interesting.
"Yes, I want to save my friend, will you let me go?"
"Do you think it's possible?"
"I don't think anything is impossible."
"How to say?"
Zhang Qilu stopped talking.
The old Heavenly Master scratched his forehead, and he realized that he was indeed old, and the calmness in his chest had been exhausted.
"Why don't you talk, little friend?"
In just a few words, Zhang Qilu regained the opportunity.
"I was wondering why you came here."
"Really, I thought of something."
"I was thinking that the Celestial Master who has not touched anyone for half a century would not be doing it for money, because that is too tacky. If it is not for money, then it is for fame. People who practice Taoism will never do it for fame. Besides, Celestial Master Your name is famous enough. Then why did you come out? I started thinking about this question from the moment I saw you. From the smile you casually showed just now, I thought you might be... ..."
Zhang Qilu stopped talking halfway through. The old kid was a little impatient and urged, "Why? Tell me quickly. Don't you want to save your friend?"
Zhang Qilu pointed at himself and said, "You may be doing it for me."
As he spoke, three talismans appeared out of thin air in Zhang Qilu's hand.
With a snap, he slapped the talisman on Table Mountain.
