In front of me is a two-story building located in Chinatown, New York, with wooden doors and windows, and an antique plaque that is smoked by smoke. The plaque has four Chinese characters "Wang's Martial Arts Hall" written on it.

During the chat with Wang Yang during his lifetime, he once told the name of the martial arts hall opened by his grandfather in New York. When he found Chinatown, he casually found someone to inquire about it. Unexpectedly, this Wang martial arts hall is still well-known locally, so someone immediately gave me some advice.

I found this place with Mo Xing.

Two young men in white sweatshirts, seeing Mo Xing standing at the door and looking at the plaque for a long time, walked over and said with a smile: "Hey, this guy, have you heard of the reputation of our Wang Family Martial Arts Hall?

Are you here to learn from a master?”

Mo Xing smiled and asked, "Brother, I want to ask, is this the martial arts hall of Mr. Wang who teaches gossip chain palms?"

The young man nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. You are talking about it, my master is in the martial arts hall today, so come in and get to be a disciple. Otherwise, after today, you will have to wait again.

It's been a while."

Seeing these two young men who were attentive to pull him into the door to become disciples, Mo Xing was amused and crying. He had to nod in obedience and walked into the martial arts hall.

The first floor of the martial arts hall is obviously a place for guests. There is a screen facing the door. Four tea tables are placed behind the screen, and two ring chairs are placed at the top. In the middle of the ring chair is an Eight Immortals table, which is on the table.

The statue of Guan Erye.

Listening to the stomping sounds of feet and shouting vaguely coming out from the upstairs, Mo Xing judged that the above was the real martial arts place.

Mo Xing stood in the living room and waited for five or six minutes. A middle-aged man in white Tang suit hurriedly walked down. Seeing Mo Xing, he smiled and said, "Are you a disciple who came to learn from his master?"

Mo Xing smiled bitterly and said, "May I ask, are you Mr. Wang?" He was a little confused when he looked at the middle-aged man holding two round fitness balls in his hand and cleansing his face. According to Wang Yang's description, his grandfather had already had five.

He is sixty years old, not to mention now ten years later.

If it weren't for the fact that the middle-aged man was somewhat similar to Wang Yang, he would have thought he was Mr. Wang's eldest disciple.

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Xing carefully and asked, "Dare you respect your surname and name for me?"

"My last name is Mo."

"Oh, Mr. Mo." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "The Mr. Wang you mentioned should be my father-Wang Shi. I am his eldest son-**. My father has been ten years ago.

I'm already ill, and I've been teaching martial arts in this martial arts school. Haha, if you think I'm a little ignorant, you can leave by yourself."

Although he laughed twice, there was no smile on his face.

Mo Xing took out a string of Buddhist bead bracelets from his pocket without saying a word, shining them in his palm, and asked, "Mr. Wang, do you know this bracelet?"

Looking at the bracelet, ** looked carefully for a long time, his face suddenly changed drastically, and he said anxiously: "How did you get this...this thing?"

Mo Xing did not answer and continued to ask: "Mr. Wang, what is the special thing about this bracelet? Can you explain it?"

** Take a deep breath and reach out to indicate Mo Xing to sit down. Then after ordering his disciple to look at the tea, he slowly said: "This Buddhist bead bracelet is a red sandalwood bead with red silk thread, and a pearl jadeite that is the size of a thumb hanging

.This is a treasure passed down by my great-grandfather, only passing on men but not women. Ten years ago, my father gave my son as a birthday gift. But..."

He sighed a long time and stared at Mo Xing and said, "Mr. Mo, no matter how you get this bracelet, I will not ask for it. I just want to ask, where did you get this piece from and whoever did you get this one.

What about the stuff?"

Mo Xing was about to answer when suddenly a noise came from outside the door. Then the screen was kicked by someone. A big man in black was raised and walked in with his head raised, looking at ** and said coldly: "**, a few days ago."

**If I lost the competition with my master, I should have smashed my signature and closed the store. There has been no movement yet, have you forgotten?"

Looking at the screen that was kicked into pieces, ** was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He stood up and said angrily: "Zhao Xing, the six people in the Zhao family martial arts school fight in the wheel, and they also have the face to mention the word "Martial Arts Competition". He really threw it into our practice martial arts.

The face of the man. This martial arts hall was passed down by my ancestors. No one can stop him unless I die."

Zhao Xing grinned and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I am willing to accept the loss. At that time, Mr. Wang, you looked down on our Zhao Family Quan very much. Now that you say these words, don't you think you are slapping yourself in the face? **, let me tell you. Today.

, Your martial arts embassy must be closed, and even if it is not closed, it must be closed."

At this moment, more than 20 men in white rushed down from the second floor and surrounded the men in black. Zhao Xing said disdainfully: "Do you want to fight? Who is afraid of whom? Come on."

"Slow down." ** hurriedly reached out to stop him. He glanced at Mo Xing, who was as quiet as water, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Xing, go back and tell your master. Let him come in person tomorrow. I

I will definitely give him an explanation. Today I have distinguished guests here, so I would like to ask you to be proud."

Zhao Xing snorted coldly: "Why do my master need to do this kind of thing? **, don't force me to do it, and you can smash the sign for you."

"Damn it, you guys try it..."

The men in white clothes surrounded the surroundings couldn't bear it and started to curse. The people in black clothes were not showing any weakness. The two sides were pushing and rushing, and they were almost about to start.

"Stop!" **Teng shouted loudly, and the two hard plastic fitness balls in his hand were shattered. He pointed at Zhao Xing and said angrily: "Zhao Xing, don't bully people too much. You are really

I think you can really beat me with the skills of these three-legged cats. Don’t force me to take action, and in the end everyone will not look good."

Looking at the red eyes and a vicious look on his face. Thinking of his terrifying skills, Zhao Xing couldn't help swallowing and subconsciously took a few steps back. After taking a deep breath, he obviously said with a harsh inward voice: "Okay."

, Let's give you a chance. **, when my master comes tomorrow, I see if you are still crazy."

As he said that, the men in black threatened to stretch out their fists and walked out of the martial arts hall cursingly.

"Fuck, how could their Zhao family fist be so cool? They were also our defeated generals back then. Master, we are not afraid of him, at worst we can fight with them." As a man shouted, other disciples agreed.

"Yes, the skills of Zhao Family Fist and Three-legged Cat will not make our opponents."

"Master, please give the order, let's give Zhao Xing and the others a good look."

** waved his hand, looked at the excited disciples in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "You go back and practice first. Master will decide on this matter."

"Master..." A disciple wanted to persuade him again. ** took a breath and said angrily: "Don't you go yet? Didn't you see, are you receiving distinguished guests for the master?"

The disciples looked at Mo Xing, who was sitting there in a strange way, and saw that the master's face turned pale, as long as they were going upstairs obediently.

**Close the door with his own hands, and then smiled at Mo Xing: "Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, I'll make you laugh."

Mo Xing picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the tea, laughed in a low voice, "Mr. Wang, what happened just now?"

**Sighing, she sat back to her original position and said in a deep voice: "It's nothing, but I just had some misunderstandings with another martial arts hall. Haha, don't mention these troublesome things. Mr. Mo, where did you get from that bracelet

And come?"

Mo Xing played with the bracelet in his hand and asked, "Mr. Wang, can you answer me, how did you lose this bracelet?"

**'s face dimmed, and after a long time, he pondered: "It's been ten years since this incident. Ten years ago, my father took his children to a temple fair. Unexpectedly, the crowd was too large and they squeezed them apart.

From then on, the child and this bracelet disappeared."

** shook his head and said, "Although we spent a lot of money afterwards and inquire from many sources, there was no clue. My father felt guilty about this and couldn't afford to get sick. Alas, now, I'm already desperate. I didn't expect to be in despair.

When I was about to see this bracelet again.”

Mo Xing nodded and said, "Mr. Wang said it, it's almost the same as what my friend said."

"Friend?" ** shivered all over, stood up in surprise and joy, and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Mo, what is your friend's name?"

Mo Xing smiled and stood up and said, "Mr. Wang, don't be excited. Oh, by the way. I just heard that there is a competition here for the Ming Dynasty. It's better, I will come again tomorrow. After that competition

, My friend will show up.”

** said anxiously: "It's better not to compete in that competition. As long as that friend appears, I will be fine if I close this martial arts hall immediately."

"You can close it, but that friend doesn't want to see this scene." Mo Xing sighed, opened the door and walked out.

**Sitting weakly in the seat, several disciples ran down from the upper floor. One of them whispered: "Master, who was that person just now?"

** shook his head slightly and said, "You don't need to ask this." He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "You should prepare well. If Zhao Family Quan really comes to provoke tomorrow, we must not lose to him."

These disciples nodded vigorously, but one of them worriedly said, "But Master, the injury you suffered last time has not healed yet. Otherwise, let the disciples fight tomorrow."

** sneered, slowly stood up and said, "Even if I sacrificed my life, I have to protect this martial arts school."

Early the next morning, Mo Xing came to the Wang Martial Arts Hall again. Because he received the instructions from the **, the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall did not dare to be arrogant and hurriedly welcomed Mo Xing to sit down inside.

The screen on the first floor disappeared, and the tea tables were all pulled to the wall, with a large space in the middle. It was obviously a place specially made for the competition.

There were dozens of square stools standing upside down on the open space, all of which were facing the sky with four legs facing the sky. There was a round table with a diameter of two meters in the middle, which could control the size of more than a dozen people to eat.

When Mo Xing arrived, ** ordered the eldest disciple to serve tea himself. The two of them didn't say anything, just sat and waited for each other to come to the door.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, the other party finally came to the door. Dozens of men in black rushed into the martial arts hall, leading the man with a height of 1.95 meters, a man with a face full of flesh and eyebrows and eyes.

**Bow gently, "Master Zhao, you are here. Please sit down."

This is Zhao Hu, the owner of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall. Zhao Hu sat down in the seat casually and sneered: "**, we had a word in the last competition. Whoever loses will smash his signboard and close the door. But you are the one who is good at it.

Our seniors, but they don’t keep their word.”

**Shhhh, he said in a deep voice: "Zhao Hu, in the last competition, you joined forces with six martial arts halls including Chanquan Martial Arts Hall, Dahe Martial Arts Hall, etc. The six museum owners fought in the round battle. You have the courage to say this victory in this competition.

.”

"Hmph, **. I'm willing to accept the loss. It seems that you are planning to repent." Zhao Hu looked at the round table in front of him and sneered, "Do you still want to compete with me?"

"Zhao Hu, let's have another competition today. There are only two of us. If I lose, I will immediately smash my sign and close the door. If you lose, get out of Chinatown immediately."
Chapter completed!