Huo Dianyu likes to come to Bei'anli Club, which is not a secret in his peers circle.

He is one of the rare martial artists who often go to the concessions of the five countries. One of his apprentices abandoned martial arts and joined the army and became an adjutant of the governor of Shandong Province. Huo Dianyu watched the performance in Bei'anli, and all the consumption of opening the gambling market was recorded in his apprentices' account.

But I didn't expect it to happen.

Chen Jiu's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he held the glass in front of him with a slap, and his joints turned white.

Huo Dianyu walked slowly, heading straight towards the reserved seat, his eyes only focused on the thighs of the dancers on the stage. But for a moment, Chen Jiu seemed to see Huo Dianyu's sleepy old eyes slightly slanted in this direction, and he thought of a sentence for no reason:

An eagle stands like sleeping, and a tiger walks like illness.

The lights above my head suddenly dimmed, and the White Russian dancers stepped off the stage one by one.

Chen Jiu closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened his eyes expressionlessly.

The chandeliers above the stage light up, and Ding Ling, dressed in a well-dressed dress, appeared behind the microphone. The neckline of the snow-silk texture set off the slender and cold white neck as if it was covered with a layer of moonlight.

As soon as I opened my mouth, I found a song that even Chen Jiu, a hundred years later, is familiar to everyone:

Outside the long pavilion

On the ancient road

The grass is green and the sky

The evening breeze blows the willow flute sounds in vain

Sunset Mountains Outside Mountains

"farewell".

The lights overflowed from the stage, reflecting Chen Jiu's face, half light and half dark.

...

"Chen Jiu, what are you humming? The words are pretty good."

"The lyricist Li Shutong, who wrote "Farewell", is from Tianjin. Have you never heard of such a famous song, Master?"

"It seems like I've heard it. Someone in my family in the Northeast can sing."

"Master, do you still have a family?"

“Have it.”

"Then from now on, I will be your family member in Tianjin. Master, please give your family a few copper coins as pocket money."

"Boy, get out."

...

Outside the long pavilion

On the ancient road

The grass is green and the sky

Ask you when will you be here

Don't wander when you come

...

"Master, you won the Xia Yu Martial Arts Hall. You will meet Huo Dianyu in the next round."

"yes."

"Can you win?"

"Maybe."

"Will you die?"

"Maybe."

“…”

"After you are on the ring, you will be self-conceited. This is a rule. It is a blessing for a martial artist to die from martial arts. No matter what the result is, Chen Jiu, you have to agree to something first."

"Master, you said."

"If I die in battle, I will help me with my spirit."

...

The End of Heaven

The Horn of the Earth

Knowledge and friendship are falling

Life is a rare gathering

Only many separations

...

"Master, why did you come back so late? The crabs are so cold, and the fresh things are wasted..."

"Master?"

"Master!!!"

...

The song is over.

Karao,

A few cracks broke out in the glass cup, and black tea overflowed from the cup.

Chen Jiu let go of his slap as if nothing had happened, got up and left the seat, and the legs of the chair rubbed against the floor.

"The tea is spilled, I'll wash my hands."

...

The sound of water flowing sounded, and a young face with indifferent eyes reflected in the mirror, with sword eyebrows, thin lips, and eyes like stars.

"Here you come."

Chen Jiu spoke calmly.

Amid the clear sound of footsteps, Huo Dianyu stood in front of the sink next to Chen Jiu.

"The boy from Shizhuangdu actually entered Bei'anli, it seems that he has found a good financial supporter."

Huo Dianyu's voice was hoarse and low, as if there was a piece of iron stuck in his throat.

“Talk?”

"I don't like to talk nonsense. No matter how much I speak, I can't get rid of any piece of meat."

Rub your hands with a veil.

"What do you have to say? Just leave it on the ring as your last words."

"hehe."

Huo Dianyu shook his head,

"Young people are very arrogant. It is understandable to say a few harsh words, but if you don't understand etiquette and don't respect your seniors, it's your fault. Your master is more particular about the rules than you..."

call!

Before he finished speaking, Chen Jiu's waist and back twisted suddenly, and his strength poured into his arms along his spine. A single-cut hand covered with the door rushed towards Huo Dianyu's face!

Huo Dianyu's sleepy eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of light exploded. Instead of retreating, he raised his right elbow to block it.

The back of his hand touched the hard eagle-mouth bone on his elbow, but there was no collision as expected. Chen Jiu put it away as soon as he let it go, but he just waved his hand and pressed his right arm downwards. His other hand pointed like a sword, poking directly into Huo Dianyu's throat!

Almost at the same moment, my chest suddenly hurt.

Huo Dianyu took two steps back, raised his left hand, and a bright brooch appeared between his index finger and middle finger.

"The opening of the martial arts hall? It's not qualified."

“…”

Chen Jiu turned his head away without saying a word.

Huo Dianyu moved his wrist twice, threw the brooch into the trash can, and stretched the wrinkles of his long gown in front of the mirror.

At this time, his collar suddenly loosened, and a button "ding" fell into the sink, colliding with a clear sound.

...

"I have endured it hard for the enemy to endure it."

After the performance, Xue Zheng patted Chen Jiu on the shoulder in the car.

Chen Jiu stroked his chest, silent and looked dim.

At that moment just now, he was actually a small step slower, so Huo Dianyu could reach out and take off the brooch directly, but he only had time to loosen the buttons with a little force, which produced a bluffing effect far higher than the actual damage.
To be continued...