Daming: The king and grandson return and don't proclaim themselves emperor? I am the sea lord Chapter 143: Distinguished Guests Arrive, The Whole Village Eats
Chapter 143: Distinguished Guests Arrive, The Whole Village Eats
Starting from Chaan Valley.
The short, poor man drew a circle with his right hand, and with his left hand, like a curse, he passed through the circle and hit Wang Huai directly.
Martial arts are weird and fierce and fast!
With just one move, Wang Huai was unable to fight back.
Because Wang Huai's hands were holding Haiji.
It floated to the side, put it down gently, and then freed up his hands.
Wang Huai seemed to have been sent away by the short man's fingers, and he was fed a lot of dog food.
Wang Huai's martial arts comes from the "Nine Holy Scriptures" and includes all changes in heaven and earth.
But the change in the short man's moves is not to take the usual path, but to go against the will of heaven!
Even three feet away, the wind can hurt someone!
Is this a strange move combined with a Yang Finger?
In front of him, Ma Sanbao can be turned into scum in seconds!
Even though he had seen the young man from Qi Nang Valley, this short man's martial arts skills still made him say he was careless!
"I called you daddy. Let's go. He's very good at fighting, and he's not a good person. He can kill a cow with one punch. All cows will be killed!"
Haiji tugged at Wang Huai's clothes and spoke in a contemptuous voice.
The short man was puzzled. He didn't see the force used to kill the cow, but only the cruelty?
If she doesn't love you, whatever she does is wrong...
Wang Huai had enough time to speak.
"He thinks he is the hope of the whole village. Let him know that there is a better future and stop pestering Haiji endlessly."
Waves of dog food made the short man explode!
With a sneer on his face, he took action again...
I immediately discovered that Wang Huai’s kung fu had directly slapped the “insignificant” he said last night in the face!
No matter how incredible the short man's moves are, he can't even touch the corner of Wang Huai's clothes!
Several times, I knew I was about to succeed, but who knew it was slippery than a fish, so I slipped away!
Wang Huai had at least three chances to hurt the short man, but he always stood still.
Because Wang Huai wanted to see if his martial arts had the same origin as that of Ha Chili, the counselor of the King of Northern Wu.
Is it possible that it was written in Emperor Yuan Shun's final book - The Supreme Dharma?
The short man choked on the dog food and was kept in the dark, so he gradually developed his special skills.
"You're already here. If you don't drink two cups, how can you feed me?"
A hearty voice came from the distance, followed by an old Mediterranean man with a kind smile, who stood between the two people confronting each other.
As soon as he saw this person, the short man stopped immediately.
Wang Huai couldn't sense his strength at all, but the position he stood and the hands on his back controlled Wang Huai's next move.
This shows that this person's vision is ruthless and his skills behind it cannot be weakened.
Wang Huai smiled calmly and jumped back to Haiji.
"village head?"
Haiji's voice was a bit reserved as a junior meeting his elders.
"Dad, okay!"
The short man said hello, then quickly retreated and disappeared behind the mountain col.
Very willful.
The kind old man slowly walked towards Wang Huai, introduced each other, apologized, and washed away the dust... A set of routine operations was completed.
"It turns out to be Bao Muren, the village chief! My name is Wang Huai, the first governor of the Ming Dynasty!"
Wang Huai wanted to find trouble, so he did not hide anything, but directly revealed his identity and introduced himself as the governor of the Ming Dynasty.
The strange thing is that when the village chief, who lives in the so-called Qi Nian Valley, heard "Da Ming", his face was calm and he was not surprised.
It can be seen that in the outside world, they have heard about it and know that the country has changed its owner.
Bao Muren introduced his short, poor son as Bao Tupo, who indeed looked a bit like Tupo.
He never mentioned anything about the village chief and his daughter-in-law Haiji.
Because there is nothing wrong with this matter, I still don’t agree with it.
Wang Huai didn't know where to start when he wanted to find trouble.
If the master was unknown, he would wipe out Qi Chaan Valley, which would be unkind.
Village chief Bao Muren was satisfied and Changle spoke.
"It's okay to live in the mountains. If someone's pigs are successfully bred, the village will have a feast and celebrate."
Last night's boat race with Haiji came to mind, and Wang Huai scolded Bao Muren's eight generations of ancestors in his heart.
He spoke again in a tone full of peace and tranquility.
"This is the first time in decades that a distinguished guest has arrived. It is worthy of celebration by the whole village. I would like to invite Governor Xiao Wang."
Despite the scolding, Wang Huai, who was busy with mundane affairs, still wanted to see something in the days when there were no major events in the village.
"You have to go back with me to see dad first."
Haiji pursed her pretty lips and refused to speak, as if she had completely trusted Wang Huai.
Bao Muren turned to Haiji, smiled like an elder and spoke.
"Governor Xiao Wang is already here. Haiji will give me some thin noodles and drink two cups first. It won't be too late to meet dad again. It's on our way anyway."
"Besides, if Haiji suspects that daddy is sick, he can also ask Dr. Baimai to take a look."
Wang Huai vaguely felt that there was something fishy in it. Guan Haiji was angry, but he couldn't see through her father's condition.
But what the village chief said makes sense, and it’s on its way anyway.
"That doctor in the village is just a quack!"
Haiji pouted and said, seeing that Wang Huai wanted to follow the village chief, he twisted his posture and was reluctant to follow.
Along the stream, through the stone path, surrounded by green peaks and clear blue sky, we first arrived at a large thatched cottage.
In front of the thatched cottage is the Great Shai Valley Ping, which is full of tables and has already gathered twenty or thirty people.
There are men, women, old and young, and most of them are dressed plainly and in a mud-leg style.
The children running around the valley were bursting with joy, and the adults all looked happy.
The poem flashed through Wang Huai's mind - open a banquet and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine.
Those guys will enjoy it.
"When Governor Xiao Wang comes here, he will treat himself as if he is at home."
Stepping into Shaiguping, the village chief Bao Muren said cheerfully.
An old man with thin lips staggered over, holding a wine bowl.
Wang Huai looked at his bright forehead, and his past flashed...
Only then did I see the clip. He handed the wine bowl to Wang Huai and walked away without acknowledging him.
Wang Huai knew in his heart that the other party had a good background and the place he came from was also very unusual.
He is not an aboriginal resident, but a newcomer to Qi Nian Valley, eleven years ago!
Another piece of evidence that the village chief is deceiving, Wang Huai is not the first guest to come to Qi Nian Valley in decades!
Could it be that that person is not coming, but returning?
Village chief Bao Muren seemed to see through Wang Huai's thoughts and smiled.
"His name is Liang Wangzhao. He has been working in the Qinian Valley since he was a child, and then returned to the countryside to farm."
Damn it, even the two kings exploded. Does the village chief know about such an awesome person?
Wang Huai couldn't help but take one more look at this guy named Liang Wangzhao before moving on.
People came one after another to Shaiguping, and Wang Huai suspected that they were just there to eat, not to welcome guests.
After going around in a circle, before the village chief let Wang Huai sit down, he had already poured thirty or forty bowls of wine, which was quite high in the Xinghua Village Bamboo Leaf Green.
Haiji pinched Wang Huai's waist all the way and called him a drunkard thirty or forty times with his eyes.
Wang Huai's eyes were blurry when he was drunk, and he looked even more beautiful at Hai Ji.
I borrowed the opportunity to visit Haiji's father and say goodbye to the village chief, but Bao Muren repeatedly asked me to stay.
Wang Huai drank several large bowls of wine and felt a fire gradually igniting in his belly.
"I'm not drunk, three hundred more drinks!"
After Wang Huai finished speaking, the village chief let him go.
"Agui, Governor Wang is drunk, please give him a hand!"
Wang Huaicai got rid of the enthusiastic village chief, took steps that were even more disreputable than Liang Wangzhao, and moved forward with his arms around Hai Jixiang's shoulders.
A spirited young man named Agui ran over and helped Wang Huai.