Martial Arts Master

May 19th, 6pm.

Lou Cheng arrived at Jiuwen Hall in advance and entered the exclusive lounge.

He didn't turn on the lights or start the big-screen TV, leaving the room dark with no light.

In such absolute darkness, he sat on the sofa, looked forward, and fell into his own mood. Before the war came, he quietly recalled the emotions in the past that impressed him, and recalled the things that supported him step by step to get here. Throbbing for final preparations.

That is the love and care of parents every bit, that is, they cannot bear to see them haggard, they cannot bear to see them tired, and they cannot bear to see their bitter pain;

That is the family affection that is reflected in small things such as stir-fried eel;

It originates from the bottom of the heart, brews in silence, blooms in youth, and results in pure love;

That was Yue Zhengming who couldn't control his confession and "let me be happy for five minutes first" tonight;

It was the feeling of wanting to care and protect when I saw the girl curled up in my arms;

That’s the motivation to get better, which gives her better motivation;

That is the satisfaction and responsibility when exchanging rings and promising each other a lifetime;

It was the feeling of hearing the comfort of "Come next time";

It was the ecstasy of winning for the first time and winning the title;

It was the melancholy of saying goodbye to Songcheng, saying goodbye to youth, and saying goodbye to friends;

That is the unwillingness, unwillingness, and obsession to make the one you love suffer when facing the Ninth Rank ANBU, facing life and death situations such as Ge Hui's sudden attack;

That is the determination and determination when you understand the path and break the golden elixir after a thousand turns;

It is the deserted feeling of no one in the middle of the night, it is the unsatisfactory heart that has separated the two places for a long time;

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Scenes of the past flashed by, becoming clearer and clearer. They lingered and brewed, fermenting into strength.

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May 19, 6:30 pm, Waigang Restaurant attached to Jiuwen Pavilion.

A table full of dishes was placed in front of Qian Donglou, and the various aromas hit his nose.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food, and put it into his mouth, leisurely and contentedly, not at all nervous and cautious as he would be in a fierce battle with someone more than an hour later.

"These noodles are really good, you can try it..." Qian Donglou smiled and said to Peng Leyun and others next to him.

His attitude seemed to calm everyone around him and stop them from being anxious.

Seeing his calm performance, Peng Leyun couldn't help but feel a little emotional:

Uncle Qian has experienced countless finals. Similar semi-final matches are just a piece of cake for him. On this point, he is indeed better than Lou Cheng who has never touched the finals.

However, Master Qian did not mean to be leisurely, but because of his lazy temperament, and it coincided with the state of mind of the Shangqing Sect. It seems that this can only be described in four words:

Tao follows nature!

Qian Donglou ate with great appetite. He waited until it was close to seven o'clock, then put down the bowls and chopsticks, stood up slowly, and said with a slight smile:

"It's time to get ready."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the lounge. His white robe was fluttering and his bun was black, seeming to blend in with the surrounding environment.

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On May 19th, at seven o'clock in the evening, outside Jiuwen Hall.

Several girls with childish looks like students got out of the car and went straight to the door.

On the way, they saw a vendor selling glow sticks. They thought that they only prepared a small horn and an inflatable hammer, but something seemed to be missing, so they went over to them. After some haggling, they each bought one, planning to cheer for them later. timely use.

After buying some other things, they found the entrance marked on the ticket and lined up at the back of the queue in an orderly manner.

Moving step by step, the girls excitedly discussed the game that was about to start tonight.

"I think my husband might win this time!"

"What's your husband? He's obviously my husband!"

"I think so too. Lou Cheng's schedule is more advantageous. The 'Martial Saint' will encounter strong enemies in succession, which will consume and injure him. Well, I think those big Vs analyzed it this way."

"I don't care about analysis or not, I rely on intuition!"

"Yes, but I still feel that the 'Martial Saint', the 'Martial Saint' is not so easy to win..."

"No matter what the result is, we must have enough momentum, otherwise how can we cheer for my husband!"

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Seeing them lively and half nervous and half excited, and listening to their discussions full of Internet slang, someone behind him shook his head secretly and muttered:

"This year's fans are not good..."

While chatting and laughing, the girls finally arrived at the security checkpoint. They found a box for light sticks, and a security officer motioned for them to throw the items in their hands.

"Can't you bring this?"

"It was okay before! I didn't tell you earlier!"

"Those vendors outside must know it and sell it to us...so angry!"

"Forget it, let's just save Lou Cheng's character!"

…

After some discussion, they didn't mess around. They threw the things they shouldn't have into the box, passed the security check, walked into the venue, and looked for their place in an orderly manner.

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On May 19th, at 7:30 in the evening, there was one of the VIP boxes in the Jiuwen Pavilion.

Old man Shi held the bottle of wine and happily pushed in the door. He glanced around and saw "Yihou" Fei Dan, "empty nester" Wu Molian and other old friends.

"What brings you here as a master?" Fei Dan shook his head in amusement.

"Hasn't this started yet? How can a master stand in front of his apprentice?" Old Man Shi laughed and walked to the empty seat, "'Martial Saint' has had several hard battles in front of him. I think my stupid apprentice is going to It's really possible for Wan to win, hey, if he really wins, I have to have a good talk with that old Niubi Wuguang, let him understand how we felt when he always mentioned the 'Martial Saint'!"

Wu Molian was startled for a moment, and said in surprise: "Jianguo, uh, Old Man Shi, you actually got the Taoist name of Wuguang right!"

Comrade Shi Jianguo sat down slowly and said with a proud smile:

"Wuguang and I have been old friends for decades. We have long been used to his powers. Although we haven't met each other for several years, I still remember the Taoist name very well."

"Hey, old man, I am strong, have a high level, and have a good memory. You can't deny this. Unlike you, if you don't pay attention to that old cow's nose for a few months, I will just scream Wu Guang, Wu Guang, Wu Guang, Wu Ling."

These words immediately aroused laughter, and even the "unexpected" Fei Dan leaned forward a little.

In their circle of the older generation, joking about five things is a consistent pleasure.

In such a scene, the relatively calm reaction of Wai Gang next to Old Man Shi seemed quite special, and it immediately aroused his idea.

He turned around and looked at that strange yet slightly familiar face, and subconsciously blurted out:

"Who is this?"

Everyone stopped for a moment, and there was no more sound. The person in question, Wai Gang, sighed and replied quietly:

"Lao Dao Wu Guang."

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On May 19th, at 7:40 pm, the press box of the Nine Questions Hall was located.

Someone was busy communicating with the rear, communicating with the organizing committee, and adjusting the live broadcast picture little by little. Some people were wearing body armor, armor, and helmets, and slipped below, close to the "safety isolation zone", and set up cameras with heavy defenses. , aiming at the venue, which is a supplement to aerial shooting, orbital shooting, etc.

In addition, some people have posed and are giving pre-match comments, while others are writing and drawing on sticky notes.

"What are you doing?" a camera reporter asked the latter curiously.

Shu Rui smiled sweetly and said, "I'm thinking about the interview questions."

She had no interview duties today, but she had made up her mind that as long as Lou Cheng broke through his own bottleneck and got the best grades, she would shamelessly let him accept another interview.

The items written on the paper were exactly what she wanted to ask during the interview, such as:

"Why do you want the nickname 'God King'?"

“Having used the ‘Zhentian Jian’ for so long, don’t you have any feelings at all?”

"Privately, besides Orange, what other nicknames do you have?"

"Who do you want to thank the most? Are there any warm or interesting stories to share with us?"

…

After chatting, someone suddenly shouted:

"Ready, ready!"

As a result, most people returned their focus to the venue.

In the live broadcast room of the TV station, the host looked straight and said:

"Everyone, get ready, the competition is about to begin!"

"It's about to begin!" On the online live broadcast platform, the guest explained that He Xiaowei's back straightened suddenly.

"Let's count down." In a live broadcast channel, Cai Zongming also coughed twice.

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On May 19th, at 7:45 pm, in the exclusive lounge of Jiuwen Pavilion.

Lou Cheng's thoughts returned, and his eyes suddenly became dark.

He stood up and walked towards the door, every step seemed to be full of strength.

Just as he was approaching the door, his cell phone rang suddenly. He took it out and saw that there was a message from Yan Zheke.

The girl "clenched her fists and shined" and said:

"This coach is with you!"

Lou Cheng smiled and gave a "struggle" expression, then locked the screen and stared calmly ahead.

After a few seconds, he took a step forward and opened the door with force.

Bang!

Light came from outside the door and shone into the darkness.

PS: Don’t forget, I will have acupuncture tomorrow morning. Well, you can watch the video congratulating Yuewen on its launch. In it, I can see that my facial paralysis has not recovered yet. . But that was taken on October 20th, and it’s much better now.