Chapter 66 The Lost Martial Arts World

Every young man, or every man, uh, and maybe many women, has a martial arts dream. In the dream, he turned into a ranger who had a slack character that needed to kill people in ten steps, doing burning, killing, and looting. Then, because he was afraid of retribution, he took out money to do charity. It would be better to have some peerless martial arts. It doesn't matter where it came from, even if it fell into a five-foot cliff and happened to be rescued by seven dwarves.

Going together to find a nurse for the illegitimate child born by Snow White, and then catch the Martian attack on the earth. After the main ship exploded, its core computer was hit by the Nine Heavens Thunder and turned into a ring called Panlong. In the time and space turmoil caused by the heavenly thunder, he returned to the kitchen of Shaolin Temple five hundred years ago. The rings listen to Buddhism every day and produce ring spirits. After Shaolin Temple was rectified by the urban management sent by the court, the Panlong Ring, which had already produced ring spirits, escaped with the young people who escaped.

Lin Wuzu scattered among the people and finally got to the hands of a secret prostitute named Ruhua and a nurse. One day, seven dwarfs brought a strange man who was said to have fallen from a balcony of a certain house to find her to start work. Seeing that the strange man looked very pitiful, Ruhua handed him the iron ring on the table foot to play. Then a voice came from the ring, "Boy, I saw your bones are surprised and talented, so I want to teach you all the civilizations that exceed the level of the earth and all the unique skills of Shaolin Temple. In the future, the important task of protecting the Milky Way will be handed over to you. By the way, because before I was born with the interstellar battleship Green, I called me Green. Considering my age, you can call me Grandpa Green..." Well, that's it, the extremely absurd and painful martial arts journey has begun... So does the martial arts world really exist? Well, this is a question that a child will ask when he grows to a certain extent.

"It exists." Wang Qi's trail was the question that Li Qing asked a few seconds ago that he was definitely over the age.

"It's impossible. If it really exists, our colleagues should have such a person." Chen Feng said rationally.

"Foreign people may be able, but it is absolutely not possible in China. Even if you are the most secretive and strictest in the state machine, the most priority before you are selected is not the military value, but the component." Sitting on the sofa of the luxury RV, Wang Qibu patiently explained, "Their group of people will not be able to investigate for three generations, they will be criminals of the court or thieves in the Yangtze River. There are not many fathers and uncles who are not murderers. Even children may have killed a scumbag entrenched near the school because of the lollipop of a female classmate.

Li Qing and Chen Feng were disbelief in such textbook-like sensationalism. Li Qing even curled his lips and said, "If that were the case, how could the country ignore it? How could the police not arrest it?"

"Uncle Chen, tell these two greenhouse flowers where we are going to be." Wang Qibu said to the middle-aged police officer sitting in the passenger seat. His tone was easy-going and polite. This indifference comes from Chen Kun, who was the identity of Chen Shu'er before he transferred to his job. Or Chen Kun, the current Beidou County Public Security Bureau and the secretary of the county political and legal committee, had to respectfully call the battalion commander when he saw Wang Yunshan, the commander of the People's Liberation Army Special Forces Corps. It was still the same three words; Young Master!

"Qianbu, do you know if you come here? He shouldn't know what territory the Liluo Pavilion in Beidou County is. It's too dangerous for you to break in like this. Otherwise, Uncle Chen will take you to the provincial capital?" Chen Kun did not answer Wang Qibu's question, but he seemed to have a good answer.

Looking at Chen, Li and Wang Qibu had to explain by themselves, "Li Luo Pavilion, the largest and most powerful martial arts sect in China. When they arrived, my master told me that this organization can be traced back to the Song Dynasty more than a thousand years ago. It is said that it was Yue Fei's old subordinate. Then they could be seen in the fight against the Yuan Dynasty, assisting the Ming Dynasty, overthrowing the Qing Dynasty, and killing the Japanese. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the leaders knew that this organization existed, but they all chose not to be resolute. I remember a few years ago when I talked about this organization with Lord Deng, the old man told me a secret; in the past five years

This organization was mentioned at a central closing meeting. At that time, the social unrest, and the members of this organization killed many terrorists left by the previous dynasty and some law enforcement officers who disturbed civilians. The meeting had a simple quarrel on whether to send troops to suppress the enemy or not. Finally, Taizu set the tone in one sentence, saying that this organization was "helpful to history but not good for the country." This was very reasonable. Because it gave the court a definition of Li Luo Pavilion, which was somewhat vague. Simply put, if you don't make the plane bigger, I won't cause trouble for you."

"It's just an organization, and it's more than ten thousand people. It's impossible to have the strength to make the heroes compromise, right?" Chen Feng's words were still very realistic. Even if it's beneficial to the country, will the country tolerate an organization whose profession is to undermine the constitution? And it still exists so blatantly?

"Since you asked that, I'm not afraid that you will tell you unhappily. With the strength of this organization, you can launch a beheading operation for senior cadres across the country. And the success rate will definitely not be less than one tenth." Wang Qibu turned the railway decisively.

After hearing this, Li Qing, who was born in the Guard Bureau, was naturally unhappy, but he couldn't refute anything for a while. After all, Wang Qibu had even brought out Taizu just now.

"Do you know that these are still running here? If there is any mistake, how can I explain to the battalion commander?" Chen Kun said in a heartache at the right time.

"Those people are just a little more skilled in martial arts, and they are not perverted murderers. The hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in the county are living well, right?" Wang Qibu said casually.

"It's not as good as usual now. Do you know how many world-class killers are gathered in the small county of Beidou?" Chen Kun deliberately used a question to increase the heavyness of the content. This is the news that he just got through his comrades guarding the border, and he had not had time to report to his superiors.

"I know. Isn't it just that Yue Xiaochen, the young master of Li Luo Pavilion, lost a prince in the Middle East when he was traveling to Europe. Now he used the national reserves to hire the murderer to retaliate." Wang Qibu still said casually. He was choking Chen Kun, who was about to tell the story.

"I even know that you are running towards this, you are unlucky kid. If something goes wrong, how can I explain to the battalion commander?" Chen Feng said in pain again.

Wang Qibu knows everything, but it does not mean that Chen Feng, who is Wang Qibu's personal bodyguard, is also a prophet. Before they came, they didn't know that they would encounter a world-class killer and seek a place to revenge. If it were just themselves, they could go and watch the fun. The two thought so. But if the ancestors around them had two shortcomings and three strengths, they would be dereliction of duty, how many of the big men in Beijing would come out to kill themselves? I know that they are responsible for coordinating Wang Qibu's side in all aspects.

Who is the guard? Cao Fei! It is said that the adults personally explained before they died. So they looked at Wang Qibu, who was so leisurely that he was more and more beating, and the two of them said they were very big. But is that the only thing? If they knew that Wang Qibu had applied for a top-secret filing from the Bureau of Secretariat for this trip, and passed through Guoan, Guote, and until the Military Commission jointly appointed as the commander-in-chief of the "mine-sweeping" operation, what would happen? I think Wang Qibu would be taken back to Beijing directly?

"Where is that evil disciple?" He looked like a man in his thirties, but Yue Hetu, the head of Liluo Pavilion who had just celebrated his fifty birthday, rubbed his forehead and asked his disciples.

"Go back to the Pavilion Master, an hour ago, the disciple of the guard saw the young Pavilion Master go out." One of the disciples replied, and then he was silent again.

"Didn't I say that he would not step out of the gate without my permission? You all treat my words as if they were in front of you?" Yue Hetu was even more angry. He thought that if this kid had climbed over the wall and ran out, it would be fine, but if he just went out of the gate, would he really think I was dead?

"Master, with the young master's light skills, the junior brothers can tell that it is the young master, but it's not good for you to come, let alone stop him." The disciple just now defended the disciple who was guarding the sect with aggrievedness.

"You, you are going to be angry to death..." Yue Hetu was already ready to vent his anger with this close disciple. The method was nothing more than to personally guide the martial arts, and then go to the back mountain to face the wall to reflect on his own mistakes that exist or not. He doesn't need to do any psychological construction for bullying the small, because it seems that the leader of the novel and the gang leader do this. Well, due to the current down-and-out martial arts, Yue Hetu really needs to understand these things from the novel. He personally likes Jin Yong, not Gu Long and Liang Yusheng... "You are looking for me, old man?" The gray figure swayed, and the boy appeared under the palace that was still empty just now. His expression was the same as Wang Qibu in a RV rushing here, and he was extremely worthy of beating.

"What did you do just now? Have you forgotten what I said?" Yue Hetu asked in a very unfriendly tone, and the poor disciple survived.

"Waola" was a handful of "Waola", and about a dozen famous brands were still on the ground by Yue Xiaochen. Judging from the style, it should belong to a mercenary organization called "Black Scorpion" in the Balkans for many years. At the beginning of the year, this organization successfully assassinated the US ambassador to a country in the Middle East, causing frequent talks from the White House, and Western public opinion was in an uproar. However, this is really nothing to this organization. The history of the team treasured in the safe of the mercenary captain records that the name at the top of their assassination records in the United States was Abraham Lincoln.

"How did the corpse be disposed of like this?" Yue Hetu asked. Look, this is called professional.

"It's burned, anyway, foreigners have no resistance to cremation. And I'm afraid that the new jacket I customized in Italy will be dirty, so I didn't tear all the corpses for these guys who dared to disturb my mountain gate." Yue Xiaochen said depressedly, thinking that he was a little regretful and resentful of his deceased souls.

"Well, you're not impulsive." Yue Hetu nodded with satisfaction. This conversation would definitely not remind people of the content based on their tone.

"Sad, what face do you have to stand on this hall?" Just as the master and disciple were talking, a disharmonious voice resounded.

"Why are you, an old man who is impotence everywhere? I'm here today. I'm not convinced and go out to fight alone." Yue Xiaochen said without looking back. He has been quite frugal over the years. Thinking about it, Elder Dian Xing, who seemed to be full of rules and overbearing, but had more than a dozen mistresses behind his back. If the relationship between Elder Dian Xing who relies on his master as the Pavilion Master and the Young Master, has caused trouble every day and discovered that Elder Dian Xing had a little trouble. If it can be harmonious, then there will be a ghost.

"What are you saying, little beast?" Elder Dian Xing was about to take action. Yes, it made him so panic that he failed to find his mistresses to relieve his fire for a week. Yue Qianshan, who had the urge to kill the victim and could not relieve his fire and vent his anger.

"Xiaochen, don't be rude to your master." Yue Hetu scolded Yue Xiaochen, and then said to Yue Qianshan, "Senior Brother, Xiaochen is also my disciple, your nephew, you are a villain, and you are a beast, don't you give me face?"
Chapter completed!