"Passenger?"
The surrounding people's voices became noisy.
Amid the commotion, Lin Silan carefully left Garen, walked to the bearded man and stopped. Her father, the captain, also parted from the crowd and came in, silver pistol in hand.
This man has a full beard, wearing a blue round cap, and his eyes are slightly protruding. He looks at people like a frog looking at bugs, cold.
"Are you a passenger?" He continued without waiting for Garen's answer, "I don't care if you are a real passenger or not, since you are on my ship, you must abide by my rules."
He carefully looked at Garen's clothes, and his expression relaxed a little.
He also didn't say that although there are many ships in this sea area, no ship will pass through the same sea area for at least three days.
In other words, if the person in front of him is really a passenger in distress, then at least he has lived independently in this sea area for three days and soaked in sea water for three days. Such a ridiculous thing. Huh.
Not to mention that seawater is so corrosive, soaking in it is very harmful to the body, even the drinking water is also a problem. Not to mention that there are sea sharks swimming around here from time to time.
However, he has also heard that some powerful martial arts masters can have terrifying physiques far beyond ordinary people.
"Are you a Martial Daoist?" He thought for a while and asked in a low voice.
"Uh..." Garen didn't understand the word for a while, and only nodded slightly after it was translated. "Yes, I did practice martial arts for a while."
"Since you are a Martial Daoist, it's easy to say." The captain's face softened immediately, "May I ask your name?"
"Garon, Garon Terry Jones." Garen silently added the familiar surname in his heart, Garen Terry Jones Lombard.
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After some simple explanations and proofs, Garen joined the ship as a normal shipwreck and became one of the passengers on board.
Captain Wittmann seemed to have great respect for martial arts masters, and didn't ask any unnecessary questions about Garen's identity. He didn't ask him for any boat fare, and rather enthusiastically arranged accommodation for him, and asked his daughter Lin Silan to serve him specially for meals.
After getting on the boat and settling down, Garen didn't expect that the captain's attitude would change so much just by showing off his throwing knives ability and instantly arranging three throwing knives in a vertical line.
Compared with the incomprehension and suspicion in the eyes of other crew members around, the captain's performance surprised him. This is a person who has obviously seen the world and has rich experience.
Two days after boarding the ship, Garen was arranged to live in the VIP room in the passenger area of the ship, and there were some nautical books in it for reading. For two consecutive days, he ate, slept and rested in his room, and his injuries quickly returned to normal.
"Mr. Garen." Lin Silan, who had just finished cleaning the room, looked at Garen expectantly, "Can you tell me the story of your martial artist?"
Not only is she serving a Martial Daoist for the first time, but she has a very correct attitude, but her aptitude and appearance also have a big score. Her appearance and qualifications are far from eye-catching, and her aptitude is not very good, so even if her attitude Well, many martial arts masters can at most tell her some basic common sense stories. This is because of her correct attitude. As for apprenticeship, don't even think about it. As for the one who is close to her, she herself doesn't like it. Those ordinary martial arts masters probably can't even beat her father.
"Story?" Garen was sitting in the room, holding a diary of the sailing captain in his hand, while drinking the special black tea. "Speaking of stories, do you know the battle of Heiyan Hudao?"
"Of course I know about the Battle of the Black Smoke Pot." Lin Silan nodded vigorously, "It is said that it was the era when fighters were at their peak. The two kings of the century faced off on the island, but in the end they all died because of the volcanic eruption and the nuclear bomb explosion. .”
"Oh? So clear?" Garen was slightly surprised.
"This must be clear!" Lin Silan replied as a matter of course, "Almost sixty years ago, this was the top event in the martial arts world. The strongest fighter in the history of Asgard, Xian Fulan, died in that event In battle."
"You still know Asgard?" Gallon became interested immediately. "More than sixty years?" He suddenly realized the key word, and fell silent all of a sudden.
"Of course I know, Asgard and Demon Gate are the two strongest forces in the fighting world, and they are the two holy places in the fighting world. They jointly organize the fighting event selection every three years. Our ship even sent it once to participate The Martial Daoist of the grand fighting event!" Lin Silan replied slightly with pride.
"Fighting event?" Garen heard a new term.
"No way? You don't even know this?" Lin Silan's eyes widened.
"I've been practicing this in the wild." Garen shrugged and said that he really didn't know.
"The fighting event is an important competition for the two major forces to select the new generation of fighters. Among them are not only fighters in the traditional sense, but also mysterious martial artists who combine technology to fight. It is held every three years, and now it has been held for more than ten sessions Yes! It is said that the best of them can be elected as official members of the two major factions." Lin Silan walked to the chair opposite Gallon and sat down, explaining patiently.
"It's been more than sixty years." Only then did Garen realize that he seemed to have spent too much time traveling back.
As for the grand fighting event, it is just a means for the Immortal Palace Demon Sect to select talents and eliminate hidden dangers.
The Demon Sect is probably the former Demon Elephant Sect, and the Immortal Palace may still be the same Immortal Palace. Unexpectedly, these two have grown stronger.
"Apart from Asgard Demon Sect, are there any heavyweight organizations in the fighting world?" He continued to ask with a little expectation.
"Apart from these two, there is also the Black Fist Gate, the Red Sand Sword, and the Star Ring Gate. I don't know the rest, but these are the main ones."
"Is there a Baiyun Gate, Nantian Shengquan Gate?" Garon paused and asked in a low voice.
"Baiyunmen? That sect that participated in the battle of the Black Smoke Pot." Lin Silan seemed to recall, "After that battle, Baiyunmen fell into decline, and in history there was an extremely powerful sect master who was later killed by immortals. People from the Gong Mo Sect retaliated. It is said that there were heavy casualties, and the main inheritance was lost. Now there is Baiyun Sect, but it is just a sect rebuilt by a few former students. It has no previous complete inheritance at all, and can only be regarded as a low-end sect. "
She thought about it carefully. "I used to really want to go to the fighting event, but when I got to the outside, I was stopped and couldn't get in. I could only wander outside for a few days. Later, I bought a book about the fighting school that mentioned something about Baiyunmen. After that No relevant records have been seen elsewhere."
"What about the Nantian Shengquan Gate?" Garen was silent for a while, and continued to ask.
"I've never heard of it." Lin Silan shook her head, "The name of this sect sounds very powerful, brother, are you from this sect?" She asked curiously.
Garen smiled, but did not answer.
In terms of identity, he is not only the master of Baiyun Sect, but also the number one general of Nantian Shengquan Sect. It's a pity that the once prominent status has become unknown after just over sixty years.
The Baiyun Sect was in such a dilapidated state, and the Nantian Shengquan Sect, which had top fighters like him and Palosha, did not know what it would be like to be suppressed by the Immortal Palace and the Golem Sect.
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In a small town by the sea in the distant Blue Continent.
In a dilapidated martial arts dojo, in the dilapidated wooden hall, several young boys and girls sat in a row, obediently listening to what a young senior brother above said loudly.
"I have also been brilliant in the history of Baiyunmen."
The senior brother proudly pointed to the tablet above to his juniors and sisters.
"Historically, there have been two god-level fighters and four heavenly-level fighters in our sect. They were extremely powerful for a while. Therefore, as disciples in our sect, we must keep in mind the glory and glory of the past and the will of our ancestors. The three honors and three disgraces of the next, do not forget the school rules, abide by the discipline, and treat martial arts practice, we must take the development and growth of the school as our own responsibility, and take the status of disciples in the school as our honor and disgrace, and do "
Listening to the eloquence of the senior brother above.
The boys and girls below were drowsy, but they had to listen to the weekly ideological education class.
A general, a general? Whether that legendary level really existed, no one knows, it is too far away from ordinary disciples like them. It is estimated that the patriarch of history put gold on his face.
These days, which small school doesn't make up a glorious history, and it can't be said when it's bragging, and it can't make those rich people stunned, who would send their sons and daughters into the school to pay tuition
The four or five young boys and girls below were tricked in like this.
Two children from small merchant families, a daughter of a poor nobleman, and two children from ordinary families in the town, a boy and a girl.
Among this group of children, the youngest is only thirteen years old, and the oldest is nineteen years old. The time of entry is different. Originally, there were dozens of students in Baiyunmen, but after being kicked by the iron leg gate nearby, several masters were injured, and even the old man who was the owner of the gate was seriously injured. As a result, the disciples left and scattered, and after a few years, those who were left before and those who were newly recruited were the few present.
Most of these children came in because of the cheap tuition fees. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't get into the other expensive martial arts gyms, who would want to go to this dilapidated low-level school to be a disciple.
The elder brother standing above was talking endlessly, while recalling the order of the dead old man before he left. He was kind, and brought a few seniors and sisters in the door to be invited by Hongsha Sword to prepare for the grand fighting event in March next year.
Thinking of this senior brother, I feel extremely upset. Those beautiful girls are surrounded by the dead old man all day long, and they don't have any time to cultivate their relationship. Didn't he enter the door because there were so many beautiful girls in Baiyunmen
Among the old man's three granddaughters, especially the youngest Luo Luoya, she is like a small cabbage in the black mud, which is called a tender.
"Brother, I'm drooling."
Subconsciously, he quickly wiped his mouth, the senior brother suddenly realized something was wrong, his eyes darkened, and he stared fiercely at a blond boy below, who was hiding behind a black-haired cool girl, with a hippie expression on his face.
"Sit back to my seat for me! As a man, does it look like you always hide behind your sister!?"
While the elder brother reprimanded him, his eyes wandered quietly on the black-haired cold girl.
I have to say that the eyeball effect of the dead old man's beautiful women is really good, and his vision is also first-class. Since the old man became the head of the sect, he has adopted several baby girls from outside. They looked wrinkled and inconspicuous when they were young, but they were all beautiful and juicy girls when they were raised.
Leaving aside qualifications, there are quite a few students who joined the school because of these beautiful girls. If they hadn't been kicked out of the iron leg door and left more than half of the field, it is estimated that they can develop prosperously now.
Alas. I don't know when the dead old man will come back
Although the elder brother is still talking about ideological education, his heart has already flown out of here, to the three lovely girls beside the dead old man.
(end of this chapter)