That night.
In Ma Kun's villa.
Wang Xiaolong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands in his pockets, looking out the window expressionlessly.
"Is he sick? He's going too far."
I saw it through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Fan Jiangjiao was beating his younger brother to death.
Beating and scolding at the same time.
"It's really useless! It's really useless!! It's really useless..."
The little brother only dared to hold his head, curled up, and kept wailing.
"Brother Jiao, Brother Jiao..."
Another younger brother wanted to persuade me, but he didn't dare to extend his hand.
After playing for a while, Fan Jiangjiao stood up a little tired.
As if he noticed something, he turned his head and saw Wang Xiaolong staring at him expressionlessly.
Suddenly a wave of anger came up.
Fan Jiangjiao sniffed and rushed in with an angry look on his face.
Wang Xiaolong leaned slowly on the sofa, holding his head in his hands, crossing his legs, and quietly looked at the river dragon rushing in.
"Wang Xiaolong, what are you looking at?!" Fan Jiangjiao shouted angrily as soon as he came in, "If you have the nerve to go out and challenge me!!"
But Wang Xiaolong ignored him.
He, a great master with inner strength, could challenge Jiang Jiao in a one-on-one duel? Doesn't that give him face? !
After Fan Jiangjiao burst out, his tone slowed down slightly.
"Kun...Brother Kun, I really don't understand why you let that kid go!"
Wang Xiaolong said calmly: "You couldn't beat that kid with so many people just now, and everyone in the [White Lion Gang] is watching!"
"If Brother Kun didn't handle it like this, what good would we gain if the two gangs started fighting?! Madman."
Fanjiang Jiao spat: "[White Lion Gang] have nothing to be afraid of! You and a bodyguard are just getting in the way here."
"I can deal with that kid on my own, I'm a good fighter!!!"
At the end of the sentence, Fan Jiangjiao fisted and palmed each other excitedly.
At this time, Ma Kun finally spoke.
"Ajiao, you go out first."
"Brother Kun..."
"Get out first!" Ma Kun raised his head and glanced at Fanjiang Jiao.
"..."
Fan Jiangjiao glared at Wang Xiaolong unwillingly, snorted twice, and turned around to leave.
Then, after seeing that little brother.
The anger I received from Wang Xiaolong came back again.
He trotted forward and continued to punch and kick him.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
After Fan Jiangjiao went out, Ma Kun looked at Wang Xiaolong.
"Xiaolong, why did you show mercy when you fought with that kid today?"
What kind of strength is Wang Xiaolong!
Ma Kun knows best.
After all, I have been carrying it with me since I was a child.
Wang Xiaolong has grown up all the way, and it can be said that Ma Kun has seen it all.
From the beginning of fighting him with a steel rod, now it is no problem to fight one against a hundred.
"..."
Wang Xiaolong's eyes flickered for a moment.
He couldn't tell the real reason.
He adjusted his sitting position and put his hands on his knees.
After a long silence, he said: "[Rakshasa Order]...I will get it back."
When Ma Kun heard this, he once again confirmed his suspicions.
He knew that Wang Xiaolong’s father was one of the founders of [Longhumen].
This is what Wang Xiaolong told him before.
Therefore, he was not surprised that Wang Xiaolong had such strong martial arts skills.
Today, the boy who caused trouble announced his name - Wang Xiaohu.
Wang Xiaohu, Wang Xiaolong.
Ma Kun had a guess at that time.
The question just now was considered a test by Ma Kun.
Seeing Wang Xiaolong like this, Ma Kun knew better.
…
Baiyun Mountain.
Hong Kang carried several boxes up the mountain this time.
Meet Master Qixia.
Hong Kang tried to sense its strength with his spirit.
This time, I couldn't sense anything like before.
When he went to sense it before, Qi Xia easily blocked Hong Kang's mental perception with his mind.
Now Hong Kang's spirit is only one chance away from reaching the state of "looking inwards at one's own body". Naturally, he does not want to be isolated as easily as before.
Hong Kang could feel that Qi Xia's aura seemed to blend with the surrounding nature.
Peaceful, grand and lofty.
However, at the same time, Hong Kang also noticed that Qixia's energy and blood seemed to be declining.
After all, they are over sixty people.
Although the spiritual realm and inner strength cultivation are still slowly improving over time; however, under Hong Kang's perception, Qi Xia's energy and blood have obviously weakened a bit compared to previous years.
Of course, even if it is declining, it is not comparable to ordinary people.
Hong Kang looked at the box.
He thought to himself: "This gift is just right for Master right now."
Qi Xia is writing.
Hong Kang knew that Qi Xia liked calligraphy.
And he doesn't like others to disturb him when he is writing.
Hong Kang just stood and watched quietly.
Qixia wrote a poem by Su Dongpo.
"Linjiang Immortal·Sending Money to Mu Fu":
"One farewell to the capital and three changes to the fire, the end of the world is the end of the world.
Still smiling to warm up the spring.
There is no wave in the ancient well, but there is Qiu Yun in it.
The melancholy and solitary sail sailed all night long, sending farewell to the pale moon with faint clouds.
There is no need to have green eyebrows in front of the bottle.
Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. "
Qi Xia put down his brush and looked at his work with a smile on his face.
"Akang, how about you come and take a look?"
"Master is asking about Su Dongpo's words or yours?" Hong Kang joked.
"What about Dongpo's words? What about Master's words?"
"Su Dongpo's lyrics are naturally wonderful," Hong Kang said, "especially the last two sentences: Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler."
"Life is like a message," Li Bai said in "Spring Night Banquet from the Peach Garden Preface": "Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, and time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations." "Su Dongpo actively participated in the world throughout his life, but his official career was not smooth and the current situation was difficult."
"But he is not depressed. He can always "wander outside things" and "have no joy in going anywhere." He responds to the disturbances of the outside world with a calm, elegant and comfortable attitude. He is at peace with the situation, broad-minded and free and easy. .”
Qi Xia nodded appreciatively.
"It seems that although you are no longer in middle school, you still maintain the habit of reading. This is a good thing."
Qi Xia sighed and said: "In the past, most warriors only knew how to study hard and practice hard, and fight hard, but they did not know how to read a lot of books and increase their knowledge. You must know that the highest level of martial arts is only based on the mind!!"
After sighing, Qi Xia then asked: "What do you think of Master's calligraphy?"
Hong Kang glanced at Qi Xia: "Tell the truth?"
Qi Xia's eyes widened: "What? You think Master is too small-minded to listen to the truth!!"
"Then apprentice, tell the truth!"
Hong Kang said: "In terms of brushwork alone, it can be regarded as majestic, but compared with those of the great masters, it is still much inferior."
Seeing Qi Xia's face suddenly turned ugly, Hong Kang immediately added.
"However, the best thing about this calligraphy is that it has such a charm."
Hearing this, the smile appeared on Qi Xia's face again.
Hong Kang didn't mean this as a compliment.
There is indeed a charm in this painting.
That was when Qi Xia was writing. Because he was concentrating on it, part of his mental power was contaminated with the words.
Very weak.
And it should dissipate soon.
If Hong Kang's own mental strength hadn't increased significantly, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.
"Master, I am here this time because I have compiled some practice experiences in the past few years, and I would like to ask Master for help."
With that said, Hong Kang handed over the box he had been holding.
Qixia opened it.
Inside the box lay two booklets.
""Thunder Sound Stake"!"
""Five Elements Mountain"!"
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