The spring rain in Sijiu City has been drizzling for four or five days, and it seems to be empty. The air is cold and the road is slippery, so people naturally don’t want to go out.

The inn business is becoming increasingly deserted. In this weather, only three or two people pass by the door every day, and most of them are in a hurry.

But there was one person who would come to the inn for several consecutive days.

Calculate the time, it was almost time for this point to come. Thinking of this, Ning Xiu put down the rag in his hand and raised his head, he saw a little old man walking in from outside.

The old man took off his straw raincoat and put it aside, revealing the thick blue cloth shirt inside.

Ning Xiu met him for the first time not in this inn, but on the way to the black street that day. Because the young man had obvious characteristics, he remembered it very deeply.

The face was shrunk, the eyes were sunk deep, the mouth was a few thin yellow beards, and a small yellow grass braid was carried on the shoulders. It was as thin as chopsticks, but definitely not as straight as chopsticks.

The forehead is brighter and the eyes are brighter.

Ning Xiu could see that the old man had skill in his hands and was not low in his attainments. In the old man's deep eyes, the two eyeballs were as black as two small wells, and they were shining deeply with black light.

At first, Ning Xiu thought the other party was just a passerby who was hiding from the rain, because the old man didn't order anything when he came, and just sat there.

Later, when he came more often, Ning Xiu knew that the other party should have come for Sha Zilong.

He carried a slightly warm inferior red mud teapot and brewed a cup of tea for the old man, and said, "The old man is here again."

The little old man took the teacup with both hands and said thanks. He ignored it. He held Shang Wen's teacup and looked at the rain curtain outside the shop. His eyes were slightly opened as if he was about to fall asleep comfortably.

Ning Xiu put down the teapot, retreated, and turned to look at Sha Zilong behind the counter.

Sha Zilong seemed to have not noticed that there was one more person in the store, or he didn't care at all, but he was still looking through the yellowed account book. After so many days, the inn had not had much business at all, and he didn't know what was good at it.

"This is an invitation letter for the Chinese and foreign ring competition, I have put the things on my back." The old man stood up and looked at Sha Zilong, turned around and looked at Ning Xiu, and smiled. "Thank you for your tea these days. I have nothing to do. This book of "Fist Sutra" is regarded as my return gift."

The old man Huang beard put down his invitation letter and the "Fist Classic", put on a straw raincoat, turned around and disappeared into the rain curtain outside.

"Shopkeeper Sha..." Ning Xiu turned around and looked at Sha Zilong with his eyes looking inquiring.

"Books are good books. If you keep them, even if you don't need to work hard in this world in the future, they can be used to strengthen your body. As for the invitation letter, you can burn it."

After saying this, Sha Zilong turned around and walked towards the back hall.

"Can't burn!"

At this moment, a voice came from outside the inn, and the person coming was Wang Sansheng.

Sha Zilong stood up, turned around and looked at Wang Sansheng with a kind look.

Wang Sansheng clasped his fists with his hands, bowed and said again: "This invitation cannot be burned."

"This is related to the glory of our Chinese martial arts."

Sha Zilong shook his head gently and whispered: "No matter you or me, it cannot represent Chinese martial arts. And it is just a competition, and it has nothing to do with glory."

"Since Master doesn't want to participate in the competition, I'll go!" Wang Sansheng looked firm.

Sha Zilong looked at Wang Sansheng. The boy he used to be has grown up now.

Wang Sansheng's father is an old man from the escort agency, and he grew up in the escort agency since he was a child.

It has been twenty-five years now.

Sunshine and moisture make flowers, plants and trees grow and flourish, and allowing a boy to mature quickly is often fame, fortune and success.

Wang Sansheng is calm and confident in himself now.

Five years ago, when Wang Sansheng was twenty years old, he fought a representative battle in the underground ring of the Black Street. His opponent practiced Taizu Changquan. In that battle, he hit the opponent thirteen punches in a fast attack. When the opponent was knocked off the ring, he had no time to punch.

Since then, the "short victory" has gained a foothold in the area of ​​Black Street.

In the following years, he won several famous masters one after another. One of them was a master who practiced literary holy boxing and was very famous in Sijiu City, and he praised him well, believing that Wang Sansheng could be expected to be young, and within a few years, he would be famous all over the world and make a name for himself.

Until now, when Wang Sansheng remembered that sentence, he still felt indescribable excitement.

His father passed away when he was ten years old.

Just to make the four words "successful", he practiced hard for ten years, practicing for seven hours a day, and practiced himself every day for the first few years, but he never thought of giving up.

Even though the last words left by his old father before his death were just to let him live well, Wang Sansheng subconsciously remembered that his father wanted to see him stand out.

And now is the best opportunity to make a name for yourself!

As long as you win the foreign devils on the Chinese and foreign arena, you will not only become famous in China, but also inspire the whole world.

Whenever Wang Sansheng thinks of this, he feels excited.

Therefore, he could not let Ning Xiu burn this invitation letter no matter what, although Ning Xiu had no intention of burning it.

"Sansheng, your father wants you to live well." Sha Zilong said.

Wang Sansheng did not intend to give in.

"I know Master, you are for our own good. Over the years, you have made us tolerate, tolerate foreigners, tolerate **, and even to our brothers. But compared to living well, some things are more important to me."

"Okay, as long as you win Xiu'er today, I will let you take the invitation away." Sha Zilong looked at Ning Xiu.

But he didn't expect that Ning Xiu wouldn't catch the ball at all.

"I admit defeat."

Ningxi handed over the invitation letter to Wang Sansheng.

"Senior Brother, be careful in everything."

After saying this, Ning Xiu turned around and bowed to Sha Zilong, and said, "The eldest brother has the path that the eldest brother wants to go, so why should the master impose interference?"

This is the first time Ning Xiu called Master Shazilong.

Since childhood, Sha Zilong has always asked him to call him Sha shopkeeper, and this time Sha Zilong did not correct it, just watched Ning Xiu walk towards the back room.

Wang Sansheng looked at the invitation letter in his hand, was stunned for a moment, hugged his fists in the direction of Ning Xiu leaving, gave another big gift to Sha Zilong, and left.

Sha Zilong was the only one left in the inn hall. He whispered: "That is your senior brother's road, so what is your road..."

“Have I been wrong all these years?”

After returning to the house, Ning Xiu looked at the book "Fist Sutra" in his hand, put it aside, and took out the Taotie Jade Cauldron hidden under the bed.

Although the Lord of Reincarnation has prompted him to complete the side mission, there is no change except that there is an additional Taotie Soul (not activated) in his status bar.

Ning Xiu had no clue about this mystery for a moment.

As for the invitation letter, whether it was due to Wang Sansheng's previous help to him or his previous touch on the other party's behavior, Ning Xiu would give this invitation letter.

He also had to participate in the Chinese and foreign ring competitions.

In addition to invitation letters, the only way to participate in the ring competition is to fight from the perimeter. At this time, he suddenly was very eager to compete.
Chapter completed!