Chapter 128 Today, Every Day Is History (Updated for the Helmsman, Dejia)

"Originally, I wanted to say change the bloodline."

The little devil is well-behaved and clever.

"It's just that, brother, you seem to have used the authority of bronze and fire to do other things."

"Oh, it turns out you can change your bloodline."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"Well, brother, you can do it."

"It doesn't matter."

Lu Mingfei said.

"I'm not interested in blood or anything."

He looked at Yuanyuan and smiled brightly.

"It's better to practice martial arts. Look at her. The sword's heart is clear. In a few years, she will be able to go straight to the outer gang."

The little devil looked at Yuanyuan.

It was like Archimedes squinting to read his mathematical formulas.

It's like Michelangelo looking for the figure of David in the stone embryo.

At a certain moment, he said leisurely.

"It's actually possible to do this."

"right."

Lu Mingfei was very proud.

"Martial arts training, awesome."

The little devil smiled softly.

"But, it's still wrong."

"Um?"

"I mean, although this person has gained some power, it's not that simple to become stronger."

He looked at Lu Mingfei.

"Brother, the Wai Gang you are talking about must be the Dragon King."

Lu Mingfei recalled Norton's performance.

"There are some differences, but generally it's the same."

"but she,"

The little devil changed the topic and pointed at Yuanyuan.

"Everything wants to reach the seat of the Dragon King."

"The authority of bronze and fire alone is not enough."

"Let's put it this way, with the authority you have now, brother, this girl can only grow to the level of four generations at most."

"Fourth generation?"

Lu Mingfei muttered.

"I don't know which one is better than non-human beings."

"Listen carefully to what I say."

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei put on a smile.

The little devil shook his head helplessly.

He exhaled and smiled softly.

"Do you still remember what I said that day?"

He said quietly.

"Brother, your sea of ​​consciousness is missing a few trees."

"you mean?"

Lu Mingfei thought.

"Other Dragon Kings."

The little devil cast a look of relief and nodded.

"Exactly."

"Come on, come on."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand.

"I'm almost exhausted from just one Norton. Just thinking about it, there are three of these guys. It's really overwhelming."

The little devil smiled.

"That bronze tree, brother, haven't you ever thought about actually getting it?"

"With your temporary authority, there are not many mortal objects that you can enlighten."

Lu Mingfei felt even more headache when he mentioned this.

He didn't understand what the little devil was talking about.

But the problem remains a dead end.

Unless Norton voluntarily gives up his power.

Otherwise, the only solution is to kill him.

But if you kill him, Old Tang will die again.

Lu Mingfei knocked his head in distress.

"So annoying."

He said self-defeatingly.

"I'll think about it later. For this kind of thing, there must be a way to reach the mountain. There must be a way."

"That's true."

The little devil smiled helplessly and dotingly.

"It's like your style, brother."

Horse hooves sounded in the distance.

Lu Mingfei looked solemn.

He cast a glance.

"That is……"

"Well, I'm chasing you."

said the little devil.

"Did you smell the noise you made, brother? Your nose is really good."

He moved forward.

"Leave this guy to me. Since you have your own ideas, brother, go ahead and do it."

Lu Mingze turned his face sideways, tilted his head, and smiled with squinted eyes.

"I'm going to fight Satan."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

He showed a sunny smile.

thumbs up.

"come on!"

Lu Mingfei patted his chest.

"Wait, in two years, I will help you beat him up together!"

"Um."

The little devil nodded slightly.

"I'll be looking forward to it."

"Then, before joining my brother."

He faced the powerful enemy solemnly.

"Let me come and talk to you for a while."

The world's time resumes its flow.

Lu Mingfei heard the little devil's last words.

"By the way, brother, your martial arts."

"It's somewhat troublesome. After all, it's the 21st century. Before you have absolute power, it's still not appropriate to make it public."

"I'll have someone cooperate with you to handle the beginning and end."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"As long as I'm here, brother, just practice martial arts well."

The boy smiled softly.

"I'm your brother."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"This guy."

He said softly.

"Plop!"

It was the sound of Yuanyuan falling to the ground.

Lu Mingfei quickly helped him up.

He found that the girl's eyes were half-open and her face was pale.

Sure enough, it was still too forced.

With sudden strength, he chopped wood and communicated with his natal sword to open the solution. Even if the sword's heart is clear, without the foundation of these days of practice, Yuanyuan may not be able to complete the communication with the natal sword, and will have to faint first.

It's pretty good now. With what Yuanyuan called "meeting Uncle Zhanyue" just now, her natal sword has been mastered, saving a lot of hard work.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

Lu Mingfei said.

The students who gathered around breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get some sleep."

Lu Mingfei comforted Yuanyuan softly.

"Just get some sleep."

It was seven days later that Chen Ping'an saw the owner of the museum again.

They had late-night snacks at the barbecue stall last time.

But the state of the two of them was completely different from last time.

Chen Pingan's eyes were less confused and more determined.

As for the owner.

After not seeing each other for a few days, he seemed to have aged ten years. After sitting down, he just kept drinking without taking a bite of the food.

His eyes were so complicated, filled with regret and pain.

The owner of the restaurant poured beer into his mouth habitually.

Not drinking at all.

Looking at the wine bottle again, it was already empty.

He shook his head.

Put down the bottle and get a new one.

"alright."

Chen Pingan held his hand.

"Let's have some food."

The owner chuckled.

He gritted his teeth and used brute force.

Then came the hands.

Restore the strength of the whole body.

But in the end, Chen Pingan's palm remained motionless.

The owner suddenly lost all his strength.

He slumped in his chair.

His hands, feet and head were hanging down feebly.

The owner just stared at Chen Pingan's palm.

"This is the teacher's martial arts."

"Um."

Chen Pingan agreed.

He couldn't handle the situation before him.

Speaking of which, Chen Pingan can also understand why the owner of the museum is like this.

If he had wavered a while ago and left the Children's Palace.

At this moment, I am afraid that I am even worse than the owner of the hall.

"that."

The owner of the museum cast a complex look at Chen Ping'an again.

"I heard."

"Safety."

"The teacher opened the way for three people."

"One is big..."

He pursed his lips.

It was still painful to change my mind.

"Yuanyuan."

No matter how he said it, he no longer had the qualifications to call that person Senior Sister.

But I still want to call that boy, teacher.

Just think that he is shameless.

After all, he still wanted to.

The owner continued.

"The other two."

"One is the former teacher of the kendo class, Wang Chao."

"another."

He looked intently at the face of the silent young man opposite.

"It's you, Chen Ping'an."

He took a deep breath.

"so."

"you……"

"you……"

Almost a trembling voice.

he finally said.

"Have you gained strength through cultivation?"

Chen Pingan saw many emotions in the owner's eyes.

Longing, hope, fear, even luck.

At this moment, he suddenly understood.

Perhaps the answer the museum owner wanted to hear was no.

But then I thought about it, maybe, there is.

It's ridiculous, how can one person have two emotions at the same time?

But that's exactly what happened.

It doesn't make sense.

Human beings are such complex and contradictory animals.

As an elder, a friend, a former boss.

The owner of the museum hopes that Chen Ping'an will have a bright future, develop strength, and soar to 90,000 miles.

But as a loser who once stood in front of the gate of martial arts, he gave up halfway due to one reason or another, and ultimately missed the only chance to change his destiny.

The owner of the hall also hoped that Chen Ping'an's qualifications were dull and he would not be able to cultivate his strength even if a teacher opened the way.

It was a very dark thought, but he just couldn't control it.

"Um.

Chen Pingan finally nodded.

"I have gained strength."

He said.

"That's it."

The owner murmured.

"That's it."

He smiled and muttered.

"It'll be fine once it's been repaired. That'll be fine."

"Brother, I can tell early on that you, Chen Ping'an, are not an ordinary person."

The light in the owner's eyes dimmed little by little.

He smiled again.

Like a clown in a circus.

No one knows under that exaggerated make-up.

Laugh or cry.

"Come!"

He opened a bottle of wine.

stand up.

"Brother me!"

"Here's another drink for you!"

"Chen Pingan!"

"You...you are good!"

The words are not finished yet.

I can’t say enough.

The owner of the restaurant was already holding the bottle of wine and pouring it into his mouth.

So familiar.

Chen Pingan thought.

He stood up, followed the owner, and poured himself wine.

Yes.

He finally remembered.

When I was fired a few days ago.

The owner of the museum said something similar.

Just, the same people, the same words.

Their moods have long been different.

As soon as he put down the bottle, the owner turned red and retched.

Because he didn't eat any decent food, all he vomited was stomach water and wine, and he was in such a miserable state.

Chen Pingan patted the owner on the back.

He handed over the tissue.

He looked at the owner's embarrassment in silence.

The person in front of me usually pays most attention to appearance.

Every day when I come to the martial arts studio, I have to comb my hair for more than ten minutes.

He always shows off to coaches like Chen Pingan and the others, saying that his family is so rich, and it’s not just because of my face that he won’t marry me unless I am, I’m so annoyed that I can’t even chase him away.

But that's who he is.

At this moment, he is in such a state of embarrassment.

"The owner."

Chen Pingan said.

"If not, I'd better ask for you."

"Teacher, maybe he was just talking out of anger."

The owner's eyes suddenly lit up with a glaring light.

He grabbed Chen Pingan's hand tightly.

Like a drowning man grasping at the only life-saving straw.

"But...is it okay!"

"I heard that the teacher doesn't allow us...these blind people to enter the Children's Palace again."

"Lao Zhang, oh, by the way, Lao Zhang, do you remember, he is the owner of Guangyuan Martial Arts School."

"He ran to the Children's Palace the day before yesterday and wanted to kowtow to the teacher."

"I heard, I heard..."

The museum owner let out a long sigh.

"He can't even get in."

How could Chen Pingan not know about this?

At that time, he was still preparing to stand.

There was a commotion outside.

The teacher did not come forward, but Wang Chao, also known as Teacher Wang, took a few people out to settle things.

He still remembered what the teacher said to Wang Chao.

"Why are you practicing martial arts if you are half-hearted?"

"Once you leave my door, you are not allowed to come in again."

The owner saw Chen Ping'an's expression.

After all, this person only knows how to practice martial arts, how can he control his expression well?

The owner sighed.

He shook his head.

In the next second, he put away his expression.

He smiled.

This time, his smile was much calmer.

No more regrets, no more pain.

But, is this owner of the museum really looking away?

not necessarily.

After all, Wu.

Real martial arts.

And who is a martial artist who doesn't yearn for it?

But what's the use of yearning for it?

That's how life is.

Some things, some opportunities, some people.

Miss it, just miss it.

Wrong is wrong.

Use an eraser to apply correction fluid clear glue.

A mistake that cannot be corrected.

Instead, the owner of the museum persuaded Chen Ping'an.

"Don't go, I'm telling you, Ping An, you absolutely can't go."

"Teacher, I can see that he is very opinionated and sticks to his word. Most of the time he makes a decision that cannot be changed."

"Not to mention."

He said leisurely.

"When I wanted to leave in the first place, I wanted to leave myself."

"No one is holding me back."

"No one gave me money either."

"I am the lard of his horse that has blinded my heart!"

He shook his head.

"Just leave."

The owner laughed to himself.

"To tell the truth, I'm not afraid of Chen Pingan's jokes."

"A while ago, just because you were working, you didn't want to practice martial arts."

"I'm still laughing at you in my heart."

"I just wanted to."

"You Chen Pingan!"

His spit flew everywhere.

"There's something wrong with you, Chen Ping'an!"

"My brain is broken!"

"Practice martial arts, practice martial arts."

"You can't even eat, but you still practice martial arts!"

The more he talked, the more enthusiastic he became. Finally, the owner pointed at Chen Pingan's nose and shouted.

"You are a fool!"

A sharp meal.

The owner looked at Chen Pingan carefully for a long time.

He held his belly and laughed again.

Tears of laughter and saliva flow.

"Later!"

"I found out later!"

"What a fool!"

"I'm the fool!"

"I'm an idiot!"

"Coward!"

"Eggless!"

"You deserve to have no future in your life!"

He cursed harshly.

It was as if the person he was scolding was not himself.

But they are sworn enemies.

People at the tables next to me cast strange glances from time to time.

When Chen Pingan saw it, he nodded apologetically and said a few words of sorry for disturbing him.

Finally, the owner stopped.

He put his hand on Chen Pingan's shoulder.

"Peace."

"Do you know what you're going through?"

Chen Pingan nodded.

"Practice martial arts."

"Hahaha!"

The owner laughed again.

The laughter stopped.

He looked at Chen Pingan with a strange look.

"No."

He said.

"Every day of your life now."

Pause.

"It's all history."

Chen Pingan didn't understand.

The owner doesn't care.

He just continued.

Probably these words were what he said to himself.

"Thousands of years."

"No."

"It won't be used for thousands of years."

"You keep an eye on it."

"Fifty years later."

"You, Yuanyuan, Wang Chao."

"And the teacher."

"It all has to go into the textbooks, believe it or not!"

Chen Ping'an couldn't understand.

"textbook?"

"Yeah, textbook."

"How do you say that."

The owner looked towards the velvet starry sky.

Youyou sighed.

"Qingshi...leave your name."

He smiled.

"In ancient times, each of you wouldn't have to mix up with this ancestor or that saint to eat his thousands of years of incense."

"From now on, my descendants will have to practice martial arts."

"After paying homage to our teacher."

"Then I have to worship you three one by one."

"This is called..."

The owner spoke every word.

"Respect the sages."

After a few words.

The museum owner said with a dry mouth and a surge of pride.

Chen Ping'an thought about it for a long, long time.

"How about it, be happy!"

The owner joked.

Chen Pingan shook his head.

"I,"

He was the same as before.

"I just want to practice martial arts."

The owner was stunned.

A face froze.

Maybe ten minutes.

Maybe longer.

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I finally understand."

"Why does the teacher just like you, Chen Ping'an?"

"Can't compare, can't compare."

"I, really can't compare."

Chen Ping'an couldn't understand it even more.

He just drank in silence.

After that, the library owner stopped mentioning strange things like future textbooks.

They talked about some interesting things about the Children's Palace.

For example, the latest regulations of the Children's Palace, I don't know what the boss behind it is thinking, there is no charge for teaching people to practice flying missiles, and they will give subsidies.

Anyone who is successful in martial arts and develops strength will receive ten thousand a month.

Not everyone is like Chen Ping'an and the other three.

Even if Lu Mingfei opened the way, he might not be able to gain strength immediately.

The three of them have accumulated a lot of experience.

It is reasonable to provide some subsidies.

To be honest, 10,000 yuan a month can determine the master-disciple status of Kenshin Kongming.

The old Immortal Neng of Jiuzhou Lingbao Sect was so jealous that he climbed out of the coffin and beat people.

Although they may not be able to defeat Yama.

As for the other interesting thing, it seems that there was some trouble in the martial arts class, and people from other martial arts schools inserted themselves into it to cause trouble.

They have also been cleared out one after another these days.

At the same time, there was a museum owner named Jia Dali in this city. He was suspected of tax evasion, illegal business operations, false propaganda, and the use of dangerous materials for teaching. He was sued by students in court.

"I heard that this person's surname is Jia."

The owner of the museum told Chen Pingan.

"This time it's a failure!"

"Go in."

"At least ten years."

He shook his head and tsked twice.

"The more money you make here, the longer it will take you to go back in."

Chen Ping'an threw a glass of wine on the ground.

The owner looked at him strangely.

"What are you doing?"

"My hands are shaking."

"" Chen Pingan said.

The owner pouted. A warrior who has developed great strength.

Can your hands still shake?

Anyway, he didn’t believe it.

But, it doesn’t matter.

Everyone has secrets they don't want to tell.

The one who has to break the casserole and ask the truth about everything is a child.

It's rare for adults to be confused.

"Come, come, drink, drink!"

The owner greeted him.

"Tonight, I won't come home until I'm drunk!"

He laughed.

"In another thirty years, I won't have the opportunity to drink with you, Chen Ping'an."

"Now, you haven't entered the textbook yet."

"We will never return until we are drunk!"

"If you don't get drunk, you won't come back!"

PS: It’s a lot late. One thing is that I overestimated my hand speed, and the other thing is that I can’t stop once I start writing. This plot has come to an end. This chapter is only 5,000 words short of dozens of words, and I don’t want to add any more. There should be single updates tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I have to think about the next plot.

Then there is the extra card.

The monthly ticket was exactly fifty as of yesterday, plus +1 for more updates.

The reward was 10,000 yuan the day before yesterday, and the extra card +1

So the current update card is: 23

I wish you all that all your wishes will come true and that the clouds will clear and the moon will shine brightly.