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- Chapter 29 Recruitment
Mr. Fu nodded, and Wang Jianying hurriedly said, "Excuse me. My young master already knows about it and will go over immediately."
"Yes." Footsteps sounded and gradually faded away.
Mr. Fu returned to the house, put back the jade flute, changed into luxurious clothes, held a folding fan, and came to the hall.
Entering the hall, they saw Ma Xingkong already sitting there and Xu Zheng sat down.
"Mr. Fu, are you still getting used to living there?" Ma Xingkong stood up, clasped his fists, and asked with a smile, his face flushed and beaming with joy.
Mr. Fu nodded, clasped his fists in return, and said with a smile, "The courtyard is very elegant. I slept soundly."
"That's good, that's good!" Ma Xingkong said hurriedly: "Haha, my little girl arranged it herself, I'm just afraid that she will mess around and do a bad job."
Mr. Fu's expression changed, and he suddenly realized that no wonder he always felt that the small courtyard had an elegant atmosphere, which did not seem to be the work of a man.
Wang Jianying and the other five people were secretly surprised. They looked at Ma Xingkong for a few times. They didn't know what was so strange about him that Mr. Fu, who was so overworked, was so polite.
Thinking about it carefully, Wang Jianying vaguely guessed that Mr. Fu was so polite to Ma Xingkong because of nothing else but because he loved Wujiwu.
While he was talking, the front of the hall became dark, and two figures came in silently. The one in front of him was Xiao Yuesheng, wearing a blue Taoist robe, elegant and free.
? Followed closely behind Ma Chunhua, wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, tailored to fit her body, showing off her graceful figure, with a captivating beauty.
Xu Zheng's eyes lit up, then darkened again. He hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his fists and cupped his hands to Xiao Yuesheng, and said respectfully: "Taoist Priest, please sit down quickly!"
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said gently: "Mr. Xu, head guard, there is no need to be polite."
"You have to, you have to!" Xu Zheng said with a smile, personally pulled out the chair and asked Xiao Yuesheng to sit down.
Mr. Fu glanced at Xu Zheng, not understanding their relationship.
Xu Zheng didn't explain much, asked Xiao Yuesheng to sit down, then sat back down, his face darkened, and he didn't look at his junior sister Ma Chunhua.
He often couldn¡¯t help but think about how wonderful it would be if his junior sister agreed and was now his wife!
Ma Chunhua glanced at Mr. Fu, pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Mr. Fu, the little girl just showed her embarrassment, don't be offended!"
Mr. Fu smiled, shook his head, and said frankly and sincerely: "The girl's flute skills are unparalleled, I am ashamed and have no place, and I am willing to be inferior!"
Ma Chunhua smiled sweetly and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng. Seeing his face darken, she hurriedly said: "Young Master, you're welcome. Master, shall we have dinner?"
Xiao Yuesheng said calmly: "Let's have dinner!"
He glanced at Ma Chunhua, his gaze was dull, but it scared her into a cold sweat. A huge and majestic force surged in front of her eyes, like a stormy wave crashing on the table, covering the sky and the sun. She was like a small boat, about to fall.
She understood that this violated Master's taboo, and he hated showing off the most.
After breakfast, everyone left the hall and was about to disperse. Wang Jianying suddenly said: "Miss Ma, I have itchy hands. Can I ask for advice?"
Ma Chunhua was startled and looked at everyone. They all had strange expressions, especially Xu Zheng. She glanced at Wang Jianying and showed gloating.
Ma Chunhua looked at Xiao Yuesheng, her beautiful eyes filled with inquiry, like two deep pools of autumn water.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said lightly: "Go ahead and be careful!"
"Yes, Master!" Ma Chunhua nodded hastily, understanding what Master said.
She has been practicing for a long time, and has become more and more sophisticated. It is rare for a master to want to practice, and she is exactly what she wants.
So Ma Chunhua, Ma Xingkong, and Xu Zheng accompanied Mr. Fu and his party of six to the martial arts arena.
There are not many people in the martial arts arena at this time. Most people go back to eat. After eating, it is not suitable to practice martial arts immediately. You need to rest for half an hour.
Arriving at the court, Ma Chunhua took a light step, raised her palms in front of her body, and said: "Wang Daxia, let's hurry up. Master will have tea later!"
Wang Jianying¡¯s expression was solemn. She was startled when she heard the words, and then she became furious. The tone of her words did not take her seriously at all!
"Okay!" Wang Jianying sneered, lifted up the skirt of his clothes, tied it to his waist, cupped his fists and saluted, and said: "Please -!"
At this time, everyone who was practicing on the field gathered around.
"Hey, it's the eldest lady who is attacking someone!"
"She is really the eldest lady!It is said that the eldest lady's martial arts is more powerful than the chief escort, I don't know if it is true or not!"
"In my opinion, I'm afraid it can't be fake!"
They gathered together, lowered their voices, talked a lot, stared at the field, looked nervous, and raised their fists.???Grasp.
Wang Jianying raised her hands and shouted in a deep voice: "Let's make a move!"
Ma Chunhua smiled brightly and said: "It's Wang Daxia who will make the move first, please¡ª¡ª!"
"Okay -!" Wang Jianying stopped being polite and walked around Ma Chunhua, moving forward like wading through water, landing like stepping on mud, one step after another, continuously, like flowing clouds and flowing water.
With the "Hu" palm, the right palm struck out like electricity, like an arrow from the string, instantly shooting towards Ma Chunhua's back.
Ma Chunhua has been standing still, her bright eyes slightly closed, seeming to be open but not open, seem to be closed but not closed, her whole body is relaxed, like a ball of cotton wool, standing still, a gust of wind blows, her clothes flutter, as light as if she wants to float away with the wind.
Wang Jianying walked up to her back and slapped her on the back with a palm like lightning. He wanted to take advantage of her unpreparedness. It was almost a plot, but the method was not very bright.
Wang Jianying couldn't care less. When facing Ma Chunhua, she realized how terrifying she was. Every move and every move was flawless. If she attacked head-on, she could only fight head-on. There was no other way.
Everyone exclaimed, this palm was surprisingly fast, but it happened from behind. They couldn't help but cursed, thinking that this old man was really despicable.
Ma Chunhua turned around lightly and faced Wang Jianying. She stroked her left palm and pressed her right palm at the same time, landing on Wang Jianying's chest. His body suddenly flew up lightly.
Wang Jianjie hurriedly jumped up and caught his brother in the air. After landing on the ground, he hurriedly checked his injuries. The palm pressed firmly, and he was afraid that he would not be injured.
Wang Jianying opened her eyes, stretched out her hand to push away his palm, stood up straight, and said, "It doesn't matter to me!"
Ma Chunhua clasped her fists and smiled: "Master Wang, I accept the concession!"
"You" Wang Jianying stared at her. After a long time, he shook his head helplessly, clasped his fists, and said with emotion: "I admire this girl's magical skills!"
He deeply felt that the gap between his own and his opponent's martial arts was not even a tiny bit, but a million miles away, and beyond his reach.
Wang Jianjie jumped up to Ma Chunhua and shouted: "Come on, Miss Ma, let's try two moves!"
Ma Chunhua nodded and smiled: "Please take action!"
Wang Jianjie¡¯s face was solemn and he walked quickly.
He did not attack, but concentrated on walking Bagua steps around Ma Chunhua, walking faster and faster, his body rising and falling, like a dragon walking through the clouds.
Later, people turned their eyes away one after another, not daring to look anymore. His figure was too fast and only a shadow was visible, which made them dizzy.
"Go!" Suddenly there was a loud shout, and Wang Jianjie fiercely shot out his palm, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and he was in front of Ma Chunhua in an instant.
Ma Chunhua stretched out her hand and stroked it gently, her movements were soft and graceful like dancing, light and elegant, without a trace of anger.
Wang Jianjie's palm was too strong, and he felt his palm slip, and his body leaned forward involuntarily. Then a huge force came, and the scene in front of him changed, and his body was already in mid-air.
He landed with a "bang" and fell to the ground. He lay prone on the green brick floor with his forehead touching the ground.
He immediately stood upright, patted the non-existent dust on his body, and saw a spot on his forehead that was red and about to bleed.
"Master Wang, I accept the concession!" Ma Chunhua clasped her fists and said seriously.
Wang Jianjie's face turned red, he smiled bitterly and sighed: "I'm so ashamed that I can't take the next move!"
Ma Chunhua was a little bit intolerant. They were a lot older, but they were beaten to the point of losing their appearance. It was too desolate.
She pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "Our martial arts is about defeating the enemy with one move. If you can't control it, you can use thousands of moves, but it won't work."
"That's it" Wang Jianjie smiled bitterly and nodded, but his expression didn't quite believe it.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Ma Chunhua smiled softly and said no more. Her words were not the truth, they were just to comfort people.
"Miss Ma, is this your respected master, Taoist Master Guanlan?" Mr. Fu folded his fan and patted his palms softly, and asked softly.
"Exactly!" Ma Chunhua nodded.
"I wonder how many moves my respected master will need to defeat you?" Mr. Fu asked with a gentle smile, patting his palms with a folding fan.
Ma Chunhua smiled slightly: "I am under Master, and I can't resist even a single move!"
Everyone took a breath of air-conditioning.
Wang Jianying and Wang Jianjie¡¯s martial arts were witnessed by everyone. Although they were defeated by Ma Chunhua with only one move, if they were replaced by themselves, they would be far from their opponents, which shows the high level of Ma Chunhua¡¯s martial arts.
Now, she actually said that she is not the enemy of her master's single move, which is a bit surprising.
Ma Chunhua¡¯s wonderful eyes moved as she passed by the crowd and snorted softly: ¡°Why, Mr. Fu doesn¡¯t believe it?¡±
"I didn't expect that my respected master has such martial arts skills!" FuThe young master nodded, looking thoughtful.
At noon, Xiao Yuesheng and Ma Chunhua were sitting in a small pavilion drinking tea, enjoying the sound of the bamboo forest, the gentle breeze, and leisurely contentment.
A person suddenly arrived, it was Wang Jianying.
He entered the courtyard and sat in a small pavilion. He first expressed his admiration and said in passing that Mr. Fu was the most popular person before the current emperor and the general in charge of the world's troops - Mr. Fu. Kangan.
There was also a hint of solicitation in his words, but it was only vague and not explicit. He secretly observed Xiao Yuesheng's expression. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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