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Long Yan has a good sense of direction and is providing manual navigation for Wang Xian'er using the map.
I wandered around most of Hong Kong.
in the afternoon,
On a bustling pedestrian street,
Two people dressed in ancient costumes were seen performing on the street, breaking large stones on their chests, which attracted a large crowd.
"Sister Xian'er, stop the car, we've found it."
Long Yan was certain that these two were the disciples of the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage.
The eldest apprentice is Xiao Hui, and the second apprentice is Ma Shangfeng.
Those who don't know the situation would definitely think they are cosplaying ancient people, but in fact they are ancient people.
The hermit of the thatched cottage got out of the car and walked over.
At this time,
His two apprentices had just finished performing the act of breaking a boulder on their chests, and were greeted with cheers and applause. Some people even threw Hong Kong dollars at them.
The two picked up money from the ground and made quite a haul.
"Excuse me, you're stepping on my money."
The second apprentice, Ma Shangfeng, bent over, looked up, and was dumbfounded. He exclaimed in surprise:
"Master!"
Upon hearing the shout, the eldest disciple, Xiao Hui, immediately looked over and even rushed up to embrace the hermit of the thatched hut, crying out:
“Master, we have finally found you. We have suffered so much these past few days.”
Unlike the hermit in the thatched cottage, who, after meeting Long Yan and Wang Xian'er, could live in a sea-view room and have no worries about food or drink.
The two apprentices had no money and were left to wander the streets, suffering from hunger and cold.
“What kind of man cries like this? Get in the car with me.”
The hermit of the thatched cottage increasingly looked down on his two disciples.
Especially compared to Long Yan, he is far inferior in both talent and temperament.
"Master, wait until I finish picking up the money. If I run out of money, I'll go hungry."
The second apprentice, Ma Shangfeng, was also starving. He didn't care about his image and picked up all the money on the ground and put it into his pocket.
You should know that he was a first-rank military officer in the Ming Dynasty.
After picking up the money,
Xiao Hui and Ma Shangfeng followed the hermit of the thatched cottage to Wang Xian'er's car.
Wang Xian'er did not get out of the car because there were too many people nearby, and she was worried about being recognized. Given her fame, this would definitely cause a disturbance.
Long Yan also sat in the car with Wang Xian'er.
"Miss Shi Shi!"
When Ma Shangfeng got on the bus and saw Wang Xian'er, he mistook her for Shi Shi, the peerless beauty of Shijia Town.
Even the hermit of the thatched cottage always referred to her as Miss Shishi.
"I'm not Shi Shi." Wang Xian'er shook her head helplessly.
Although she doesn't mind being called Shi Shi, she is Wang Xian'er!
"Miss Shi Shi, you may not know me."
Ma Shangfeng, looking rather simple-minded, introduced himself as follows:
"I am Ma Shangfeng, a first-rank military officer in the court. The Emperor has appointed me as the Imperial Envoy to capture the Ghost King of Fusang."
Ma Shangfeng, being quite oblivious, regained his composure as a first-rank imperial envoy and said:
"Miss Shi Shi, don't worry. If we encounter the Fusang Ghost King, I will definitely beat him to a pulp."
"I think you're the best at bragging." Xiao Hui, the eldest disciple of the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage, couldn't stand it anymore and retorted, "How could you possibly defeat the Demon King of Fusang?"
"I have imperial aura protecting me, which is the nemesis of the Fusang Ghost King." Ma Shangfeng patted his chest, full of confidence.
This is why the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage took him as a disciple—to use the imperial aura within him to counteract the Yin energy of the Ghost King.
"Stop arguing." The hermit of the thatched hut criticized his two disciples when he heard them bickering: "You two are really useless. You rely on your fists, not your mouths, to deal with the Japanese Demon King."
The eldest apprentice, Xiao Hui, and the second apprentice, Ma Shangfeng, immediately fell silent and bowed their heads to admit their mistakes.
Seeing this, Long Yan smiled slightly.
really!
Wherever Carrie Lam is, there will definitely be two unreliable apprentices!
"Let me introduce you. This is Long Yan, a martial monk from Shaolin Wulong Temple. Last night, thanks to him, we defeated the Fusang Ghost King."
The hermit of the thatched cottage solemnly introduced Long Yan to his two disciples.
The main purpose was to set an example for his two apprentices, hoping that they would be as outstanding as Long Yan in the future.
"What? The Fusang Demon King has been defeated?"
Ma Shangfeng gasped in surprise, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Although he boasted that he was very strong and that the Fusang Demon King was weak,
However, he had fought against the Japanese Demon King in ancient times.
In fact, the Japanese Demon King could beat him so badly he would shit himself.
Even with his enhanced imperial aura and superior martial arts skills, he was still no match for the Fusang Demon King.
So hearing that Long Yan was able to defeat the Fusang Ghost King was truly astonishing.
Moreover, Long Yan looks very young.
This made Ma Shangfeng lose face. He, a first-rank military general, couldn't do it, but a young monk had done it.
"Little monk, what treasure did you use to defeat the Fusang Demon King?"
Ma Shangfeng was very curious about this, and he felt that Long Yan must have a Buddhist treasure on him.
"My fist," Long Yan said, shaking his fist.
"No treasure? He only used his fists?!" Ma Shangfeng said in disbelief, "Impossible, I, a first-rank general, couldn't even defeat the Ghost King."
After saying that, he realized he had let something slip; he had just been bragging, but now his true colors were showing.
"Would I, your teacher, lie to you?" The Hermit of the Thatched Cottage glared at Ma Shangfeng.
Ma Shangfeng had no choice but to believe that the hermit of the thatched cottage would not lie to him.
"Little monk, what kind of fist technique are you using?" Ma Shangfeng wanted to know more details, as he also wanted to defeat the Ghost King with his fists.
Long Yan chuckled and replied:
"He didn't use any boxing techniques, he only threw one punch."
"A punch?!" Ma Shangfeng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Little monk, you're really something!"
Ma Shangfeng had no choice but to admit defeat, and even said:
"Little monk, why don't you return to secular life? This would be a great achievement!"
"The Emperor will surely reward you with an official title, as well as gold, silver, treasures, stunning beauties, and a harem of wives and concubines. Isn't that a hundred times better than being a monk!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xian'er frowned and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
hateful!
How dare they use gold, silver, and stunning beauties to tempt the young master!
Am I not a rich woman?
Am I not beautiful?
Little Master, I am enough. You don't need the Emperor's reward!
Long Yan smiled helplessly and said to Ma Shangfeng:
"My lord, times have changed!"
.......
094 The Night of the Decisive Battle! Farewell to the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage! A Promise Spanning Five Hundred Years!
This isn't the Ming Dynasty, it's Hong Kong in the late 80s!
Ma Shangfeng had no idea that there was no emperor in this era.
Therefore, his talk of being promoted to high office and having many wives and concubines is not very realistic.
Times have changed!
"Little monk, let me tell you, I have five wives."
Ma Shangfeng, looking somewhat bewildered, said to Long Yan:
"Each of my wives gave me a daughter; this is the life a man should have."
He not only meant to show off, but also wanted to persuade Long Yan to return to secular life.
Long Yan wasn't envious, because Ma Shangfeng's wives were all on the same level as "Ru Hua".
Even Xiao Hui, the eldest disciple of the Hermit of the Thatched Cottage, couldn't help but laugh out loud, mocking:
"How dare you say that? All five of your wives combined aren't even as pretty as one of Shi Shi's fingers. Only you could bring yourself to kiss them."
No matter how many wives you have, none can compare to one stunning beauty.
"It's better than you not having a wife at all!"
Although Ma Shangfeng isn't very bright, he's ruthless when it comes to criticizing people, especially his senior brother.