Martial Arts Master - Chapter 807

[Chapter 6 Countdown]

May 19, 6 p.m.

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Lou Cheng arrived at Jiuwen Hall ahead of schedule and entered the exclusive lounge.

He didn’t turn on the lights, didn’t turn on the big-screen TV, and let the room darken with no light.

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

It is the love bit by bit of the parents, it is unbearable to see them haggard, unbearable to see them tired and unbearable to see their bitter pain;

it

is the family affection reflected in the little things such as stir-fried eel;

Silence blooms in greenness, and ends in pure admiration;

it is the uncontrollable confession and “make me happy for five minutes first” tonight, Yue Zhengming;

it is when I see a girl curled up in her arms, wanting to care and want The feeling of protection;

it is the motivation to hope to become better;

it is the satisfaction and responsibility when exchanging rings for a lifetime ; it is the feeling

of hearing the comfort of “come next time”;

it is the first time winning and getting The ecstasy of a champion;

it is the melancholy of saying goodbye to Songcheng, saying goodbye to youth, and saying goodbye to friends;

it is the unwillingness, unwillingness, and unwillingness to make the loved one suffer when facing the scene of life and death such as the sudden attack of Ge Hui. The unpleasant obsession;

it is the determination and firmness when recognizing the road and breaking the golden elixir after hundreds of turns

; it is the

desertion

in the middle of the night; it is the unsatisfactory heart that has separated the two places for a long time;

Flashing, more and more clear, they linger and brew, fermenting strength.

…………

On May 19th, at 6:30 pm, the Waigang restaurant attached to the Jiuwen Hall.

There was a table full of dishes in front of Qian Donglou.

The aroma is mixed, and it hits the nose.

He picked up the chopsticks, took the food, and put it in his mouth, leisurely and contented, without the tenseness and prudence that he would fight with people in more than an hour.

“This noodles is really good, you can try it…” Qian Donglou said with a smile to Peng Leyun and the others next to him.

His attitude seems to make everyone around him calm down and stop being anxious.

Seeing his light-hearted performance, Peng Leyun couldn’t help but feel a little emotional: Uncle

Qian has experienced countless finals, and similar semi-final battles are just a stack of small dishes for him. On the point, it is indeed better than Lou Cheng, who has not touched the finals side.

However, Uncle Qian did not intend to be leisurely, but because of his own lazy temperament, and it alluded to the state of mind of Shangqing Zongfa. It seems that it can only be described in four words:

Taoism is natural!

Qian Donglou was eating with an excellent appetite, like the wind was blowing in the clouds. He waited until nearly seven o’clock before putting the tableware and chopsticks away, stood up slowly, and smiled slightly:

“It’s time to prepare.”

After speaking, he turned and walked to the lounge. The white robe is light and swaying, and the bun is black, as if blending in with the surrounding environment.

…………

May 19th, at seven o’clock in the evening, outside the Nine Questions Museum.

A few young girls with the childishness of students got out of the car and went straight to the door.

On the way, they saw a hawker selling light sticks. They thought that they only prepared a small speaker and an inflatable hammer. They seemed to be missing something, so they went over and bought one each after a bit of bargaining. They planned to cheer later. time to use.

After buying something else, they found the entrance marked on the ticket and lined up at the back of the line in order.

Moving step by step, the girls were excitedly discussing the upcoming match tonight.

“I think my husband might win this time!”

“What is your husband, it’s obviously my husband!”

“I think so too, Lou Cheng’s schedule is more favorable, and ‘Wu Sheng’ encounters strong enemies in front of him, and he is exhausted and injured. Well, I see those big v’s analysis like this. Yes

.”

“I don’t care about analysis or not, I rely on intuition!”

“Yes, but I still feel that ‘Wu Sheng’ and ‘Wu Sheng’ are not so easy to win…”

“No matter what the result is, our momentum is I have to fight hard, otherwise how can I cheer for my husband!”

…

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

“This year’s fans No way…”

Amidst the chattering, laughing, and noisy, the girls finally arrived at the security checkpoint, only to find a box for light sticks, and a security guard signaled them to throw the items in their hands into it.

“Can’t you bring this?”

“It was fine before! Don’t tell me sooner!”

“Those hawkers outside must know about it, and they sold it to us… I’m so angry!

” !”

After

some discussion, they didn’t mess around, they threw the things they shouldn’t bring into the box, went through the security check, walked into the venue, and searched for the location in an orderly manner.

…………

May 19th, at 7:30 pm, one of the VIP boxes in the Nine Questions Hall.

The old man Shi carried the wine bottle, pushed the door openly, and glanced at his old friends such as Fei Dan, the “Empty Nest Old Man” and Wu Molian.

“Why did you come here as a master?” Fei Dan laughed and shook his head.

“Hasn’t this started yet? How can a master call his apprentice in front of him?” Old Man Shi laughed and walked to the empty seat, “There have been several hard battles before ‘Wu Sheng’, I think my stupid apprentice is now It’s really possible to win late, hey, if he really wins, I have to talk to Wuguang’s old Niubi and let him understand how we felt when he always mentioned ‘Wu Sheng’!”

Wu Molian was startled for a moment. , was quite surprised: “Jianguo, uh, old man Shi, you actually said Wuguang’s Taoist name!”

Comrade Shi Jianguo sat down slowly, smiled complacently:

“Why are Wuguang and I also decades old? My friend, I have long been used to his abilities. Although I haven’t seen each other for several years, I still remember the dao name very well.”

“Hey, old man, I have strong strength, high realm, and good memory. You can’t deny this, no. Like you, if you don’t pay attention to that old bull’s nose for a few months, you just scream like Wu Guang, Wu Guang, Wuguang, Wuling.”

These words immediately attracted laughter, and even Fei Dan, the “Queen of Minds”, was a little bit forward and backward. up.

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

In such a scene, the calmer reaction of the outer gang next to Old Man Shi was quite special, which immediately aroused his idea.

He turned his head and looked at the very unfamiliar and slightly familiar face, and subconsciously blurted out:

“Who is this?”

Everyone stopped for a while, and there was no more sound, and the outer gang who was asked sighed. , Youyou replied:

“Old Dao Wuguang.”

…………

On May 19, at 7:40 pm, the location of the reporter’s booth at the Nine Questions Museum.

Some people are busy communicating with the rear, communicating with the organizing committee, and adjusting the live broadcast a little bit. Some people are wearing bulletproof vests and armors, wearing helmets, slipping down, approaching the “safety isolation belt”, and setting up cameras with heavy defenses. , aimed at the venue, which is a complement to aerial photography, orbital photography, etc.

In addition, there are people who are posing for pre-match commentary, while others are writing and drawing on sticky notes.

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

Shu Rui smiled and said, “I’m thinking about the interview.”

She didn’t have an interview task today, but she made up her mind that as long as Lou Cheng broke through the bottleneck and got the best results, he would let him accept the interview again.

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’?”

“After using ‘Zhentianxian’ for so long, don’t you have any feelings?”

“Privately In addition to Orange, what other nicknames do you have?” “Who do you want to thank most? Do you have any warm or interesting stories to share with

us

?”

After chatting, someone suddenly shouted:

“Ready, Ready!” As a

result, most people refocused on the venue.

In the live broadcast room of the TV station, the host said with a straight face:

“Everyone is ready, the game is about to start!”

“It’s about to start!” On the online live broadcast platform, the guest commentator He Xiaowei’s back suddenly straightened.

“Let’s count down.” In a live channel, Cai Zongming also coughed twice.

…………

On May 19, at 7:45 p.m., in the exclusive lounge of Jiuwen Hall.

Lou Cheng’s thoughts returned, and UU reading www.sonicmtl.com suddenly became darker.

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

Just as he was approaching the door, the phone suddenly rang, he took it out and saw that Yan Zheke had sent a message.

The girl clenched her fist and said,

“This coach is with you!”

Lou Cheng smiled, returned a “struggle” expression, then locked the screen and stared calmly ahead.

After a few seconds, he took a step and forced the door open.

bang!

The light came from outside the door, shining into the darkness.

ps: Don’t forget, I will have acupuncture tomorrow morning, um, you can watch the video congratulating on the listing of the reading, and I can see that the facial paralysis has not recovered.

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But that was October 20th, and it’s much better now.