Chapter 146 Beginning
"Are you still practicing Jiu-Jitsu recently?"
Lu Yuan chatted with Lu Jing while eating.
After returning to Jiaoyan, Lu Jing obediently obeyed Lu Yuan's words and followed him to the martial arts gym every day when Lu Yuan went out to practice.
He said it was "going to work", but in fact Qin Feng didn't dare to really arrange anything for Lu Jing to do.
Just hanging out in the restaurant every day.
The two siblings had a certain tacit understanding on this matter, and they never mentioned a single word about the Crane Sect, the martial arts school, and the archaeological team to their family members.
Two days ago, Lu Yuan heard that Lu Jing was practicing jujitsu with a certain instructor in the martial arts gym, so he mentioned it in passing.
"Yes, Coach Wu said that I have great talent and I am improving very quickly." "
That's for sure."
Lu Yuan nodded and said, "You are my sister, even if you are as stupid as a pig, she will still praise you as a genius. ."
"You"
Lu Jing pretended to beat him, but looking at Lu Yuan's arms propped up on the table, she thought about it and endured it.
He said dullly: "Don't you think that my complexion and figure have improved recently?" "
Well, there is no harm in practicing anyway. The coach Wu who teaches you is very good. You can learn a point or two, so average The little hooligans are not afraid anymore."
Lu Yuan said.
He had met Lu Jing's jujitsu coach. She was a woman in her forties, and her martial arts strength was around the second level of professional level.
Generally speaking, for ordinary people without sect inheritance, the ability to practice to this level is almost considered the limit.
"Yeah."
Lu Yuan felt that Lu Jing's reply was a bit perfunctory. He looked up and saw her chatting with someone on her cell phone.
She leaned over slightly and asked expressionlessly, "Is it your best friend again? Are you talking about me again?" "No,
just chatting casually."
Lu Jing put down her phone, her eyes a little dodgy.
Lu Yuan didn't know what to say.
Ever since the Crane Sect came back, Lu Jing's best friend Wu Xinlei had been persuading Lu Jing every day to let her leave the Crane Sect.
She said why the Crane Sect was not good, and told herself not to jump into the fire pit
. Lu Jing was vaguely moved by her, and tried to persuade herself twice, but she never mentioned it again.
"This woman will turn around and let Sun Zhihua from Yueyingliu treat her!"
Lu Yuan thought to himself.
I added my contact information to Sun Zhihua last time, and the two of them would chat occasionally. Basically, he would find Lu Yuan and ask him if he wanted to attend a martial arts salon or ancient fighting seminar somewhere.
The posts on Moments were basically like this, and Lu Yuan didn't pay much attention to him.
Regarding the issue of the Crane Sect, Lu Yuan had already thought about it.
Regardless of whether the Crane Sect is a decent or evil sect, it has little to do with him.
Lao Liu is very kind to him now and responds to his requests. Even if he were a serious and upright person, he might not receive this kind of treatment.
Moreover, Lu Yuan's perception is beyond ordinary people's sensitivity.
So far, no one among the descendants of the Crane Sect has shown "malice" towards him.
Indifferent at best.
"Right and wrong in the martial arts world cannot be judged by normal people's logic. The main reason why the Crane Sect was labeled as an evil sect is that they are not strong enough. If Lao Liu was the master, he would probably be the
real Tianshui Hexian at this moment. "
Sun Zhihua is a good example. A descendant of the Yueying style can take the initiative to add his contact information. Isn't he afraid of being beaten to death accidentally?
Lu Yuan thought casually, slowly stuffed the food on the plate in front of him into his mouth, and chewed it bit by bit.
After clearing most of the dishes on the table, Lu Yuan suddenly remembered something and asked Lu Jing, who was full and checking his cell phone with a drink straw in his mouth, "How are your archeology team members doing lately? "
Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly and said: "Everything is fine.
As you said, I will record the people who bubble up in the group every day, and confirm with private messages one by one.
Everything is fine.
That's it."
Lu Yuan's eyes Slightly moved, "What is that?"
Lu Jing hesitated and said, "There is a professor who led the team, and he has been unable to be contacted since he came back. I
heard from my classmates that the professor's family reported him missing two days ago."
"That professor. What's your name?"
"Xia Weimin."
Huge and empty venue.
A huge black and gray ram's head statue hangs high on the dome, its empty and lifeless eye sockets quietly looking down at everything below.
Amidst the restless drumbeats and the sound of music with a strong ancient and tribal style, two figures appeared in the huge arena.
One party was wearing a black short coat and a three-eyed ram mask on his face.
The figure is tall and straight, slightly burly.
He just stood quietly, but there seemed to be an invisible undercurrent surging in the air around him.
On the other side was a man wearing a brown striped vest and a black saber-toothed tiger mask.
The latter is very strong.
Both in terms of height and body shape, he is much stronger than the former.
The two are like the difference between medium and large.
However, under the mask of the black saber-toothed tiger, a rough face was slightly distorted.
Beads of sweat covered every corner of his face.
It accumulated to a certain extent and even flowed down his chin and neck to his chest, showing obvious sweat marks.
Finally
the man couldn't bear it anymore, and he was almost overwhelmed by the invisible aura in the air.
"Roar—"
the man growled, and a sound like the roar of a wild beast came out from under the mask.
A small crater instantly exploded in the floor under his feet, and with the whistling wind, he rushed forward like a beast.
As the man took action, the emotions in the audience seats on all sides of the conference venue seemed to be ignited at the same time.
Many people stood up and subconsciously shouted the man's name - "Baohu!" "Baohu."
But there was a slight muffled sound with a "bang".
The warm atmosphere that had just been ignited was completely extinguished by a basin of cold water.
On the ring, the man in the saber-toothed tiger mask maintains a punching posture with his thick and well-developed arms. Just by looking at his bulging muscles, you can imagine the explosive power contained in this body and this punch. It's a pity
. This force was firmly blocked by a white and slender palm.
The owner of the palm, a man wearing a goat mask, just made a simple gesture of raising his hand
and suppressed all the violence that spewed out.
Like a thick and insurmountable wall, standing in front of the "saber-toothed tiger".
The "Sabre-toothed Tiger"'s Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the lips under the mask trembled slightly as he made a sound.
"They said that in the past you would have people beat you up for a while." "You said it too. That was before."
The words fell.
One hand was raised high and then dropped suddenly.
With a "bang", with an irresistible force of terror, the "saber-toothed tiger" and its mask were knocked into the concrete ground at its feet, creating a huge shallow pit with a "bang".
The huge venue was quiet for a few seconds, and countless people in the audience had dull expressions.
After a moment, a high-pitched voice came from the loudspeaker.
"The feaster wins!"
"Boom!"
Loud music and cheers sounded together.
Lu Yuan stepped on this restlessness and calmly walked down the ring.
From the competition arena to the independent lounge, people have always been talking about the name of "Feast Eater".
Those eyes of admiration, awe, enthusiasm, fear, or eagerness to try surrounded Lu Yuan, but he felt a sense of dullness.
"The opponent's level is too low."
In the lounge, Lu Yuan took off his mask and black tights, revealing his muscles as smooth as mercury.
"Mossa's 'Boiling Night' is becoming more and more like a serious fighting competition."
Lu Yuan felt that his idea was a bit strange.
Didn't he always hope that the competition held by Mosa would be more formal?
Perhaps it is because of the improvement in strength that some wonderful changes have occurred in his mentality.
challenge!
Lu Yuan felt that his desire for challenge was much stronger now.
He began to long for contact with a wider world, more powerful opponents, and more mysterious and unknown extraordinary realms.
"The feeling of being watched is still there. I wonder if Lin Zhiqin knows that I am still competing in Mosa?" Lu Yuan
changed his shoes, took out the Moon Seizing Gloves from his backpack, looked at it twice, and then put it back on go back.
Ever since he got the "Capture the Moon", he would basically carry it with him everywhere.
Preparing for emergencies is only a small part of the reason. The most important thing is that after getting good equipment, you always want to have the opportunity to show it off.
"But even if he knew, he couldn't say anything to me. After all, I am a true disciple now."
Lu Yuan still remembers Lin Zhiqin telling him seriously that formal disciples are not allowed to participate in profit-making fighting competitions... Regulation.
I didn't feel much at that time, but now I feel that Lin Zhiqin is so old-fashioned in some aspects that he is almost "pedantic".
"Perhaps even Lao Liu doesn't remember such a rule for the Yuan Martial Arts School. He was 'abandoned' by the Crane Sect in Jiaoyan for so many years, but he still stubbornly abides by it." It's quite sad but also inexplicably
respectable
.
"We should ask about Coach Lin's story later. Which one of the He Faction disciples seems to be more gossipy?"
Lu Yuan pondered, changed his clothes, picked up his backpack and walked out of the lounge.
Now the front door of Mosa Club's second-floor underground venue is also open.
He pretended to be a spectator who bought a ticket, blended into the crowd, and walked into the ascending elevator.
It has been more than two weeks since Lin Zhiqin took his daughter Lin Mo to Xia Bang for surgery, and he didn't know if everything went well.
Lu Yuan insisted on coming to Mosa every day to play several "vegetable abuse games" and "fish fry games". In addition to gaining some professional experience on a daily basis, he just wanted to save some more "wins" for Lin Zhiqin - he gave Lin Mo his life
. This seems to be needed.
"I hope it won't be needed."
He sighed softly and walked out of the Mosa Club gate.
The evening sun shines on my body, bringing with it the heat and heat that have accumulated for the whole day.
Lu Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at the increasingly lively area. He walked to a stall selling barbecued sausages not far away and bought two sausages.
Then I hid in the shadow of the bus stop and ate while waiting for the bus home.
When he was eating the second one, Lu Yuan's cell phone rang in his pocket.
He took out his cell phone, his eyes flashed slightly when he saw the name of the caller, and then he answered.
"Hello, Uncle Liu."
Liu Si's respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.
"The matter entrusted to me by the young master has been investigated. Is it convenient for the young master now?"
Lu Yuan glanced at the distance and saw a bus coming, but it was not the one he wanted to wait for.
"Tell me, Uncle Liu."
"...The Professor Xia Weimin you asked me to investigate disappeared at Pingcheng Airport at three o'clock in the afternoon on the 8th during the collective return of the Xisu archaeological team." "Kidnapped?"
"
No. , according to the surveillance at the airport, he secretly broke away from the team by himself. He
deliberately did not get on the plane, and he also brought a huge black suitcase with him."
"Where is he now? Is there any news?"
"Dead.
13 In the early hours of the morning, Xia Weimin's body was found in a small hotel in Wengzhou, more than a thousand kilometers away from Pingcheng. His whole body was torn into pieces,
almost turning into a puddle of flesh.
It was as if he had been beaten to death by some extremely powerful palm technique. His
carry-on luggage was also missing."
Dead? Was he slapped to death?
Lu Yuan frowned and asked: "Uncle Liu, if you have more detailed information, or hotel video surveillance or something, please send it to me." Liu Si on the other end of the phone smiled bitterly
.
"Young Master, this is the limit of what I can find out.
The rest...even if I spend more money, that friend is not willing to disclose it."
"Okay."
Lu Yuan nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Liu. , Sorry to trouble you."
"You're welcome, Master."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Yuan's face gradually darkened.
Something dawned on him.
During this period, everything on the Lu Jing archaeological team seemed calm.
Not because it's over.
But because of
this, it has just begun!
(End of chapter)