Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 97 Is This Nima Shuangxiu?
08:30am.

The entrance of the International Student Apartment in Area C.

"Why did you ask me to wait here, but I didn't expect there to be so many foreign girls in the school. Well, let me study the differences between the various races."

Yang Hao was squatting on the flower bed by the roadside, doing anthropological research boringly, and he was still the kind of person who complained.

"These two must be Russian girls. They look like matches. It's a pity that most Russian girls, as long as they reach middle age, they will immediately solidify the permanent super-multiplication technique. Do they have some blood of the Qiudao family?"

Yang Hao glanced at the two Russian beauties who had just walked out of the apartment building, made hands together in a vicious manner, and muttered: "Caobei Kanoji (超多化化の术)!"

"These white radish legs, the round face that can be blown off, the big earrings and the peaked cap, it looks like a Korean girl at first glance, and it's still a natural one without plastic surgery."

"I eat Korean ginseng every day, and my skin is really so good. Unfortunately, my congenital deficiency, short legs are flawed, and I can't compare with those popular Korean girl groups."

"Hmm, this should be an Indian girl. She looks like curry, but apart from the slight color difference in her skin, her appearance and figure are both top-notch."

"Hey, this Indian girl is holding her arm, why does it look like old man Ma... What the fuck, kiss me goodbye?!"

Yang Hao was so startled that he jumped up on the spot, staring at the door of the apartment with his eyes wide open.

I saw a beautiful South Asian woman walking out of the building holding Prince Ma's arm.

Prince Ma pointed to Yang Hao's side from a distance, whispered a few words to the beauty, and left reluctantly.

Before leaving, the beauty actually gave Prince Ma a long French kiss!

"Hey, little friend, everyone is gone, why don't you look at me?"

Prince Ma came over, stretched out his fingers and waved in front of Yang Hao's eyes, winked and teased him.

"Damn it, old man, you really are a master of the world, please accept my worship!"

Yang Hao in turn teased Prince Ma and asked, "Is that girl from India?"

"Just call me Lao Ma, you said Katrin? She is from Pakistan, and I am just discussing Buddhist knowledge with her. Hehe, don't get me wrong."

Prince Ma smiled and continued to wink.

Yang Hao rolled his eyes: "Ahem, simply discussing Buddhist knowledge? Well, old horse, you can just pretend that I believe in you, ha ha."

"Let's go, Ling'er should be waiting in the martial arts hall, let's go there quickly."

Prince Ma walked to the parking lot at the north gate of Area C, and said as he walked, "Little friend, do you want to learn my emperor's secret art? As long as you learn it, you can be as good as a dragon and a tiger, and discuss life and ideals with beauties from all over the world." Not a problem."

"Damn it, old horse, are you serious?"

"Hey, I'm a descendant of the royal family, with noble blood, why did I lie to you? But, if you want to learn the emperor's secret art, you must first complete a few tasks for me."

"What task? I won't do anything illegal."

"Cough, cough, little friend, what are you talking about? My old horse is a good citizen who abides by the law and never commits crimes."

"Hehe, it also includes discussing Buddhism with a beautiful girl from South Asia all night?"

"Is it okay to simply discuss Buddhism all night! In short, it's not something illegal. Let's talk about it when the time comes. Now let's go to the martial arts hall."

Prince Ma blushed, took out the car keys, and pressed the remote to unlock.

A local gold off-road vehicle in the parking lot beeped twice.

"Damn it, Ma, is this Porsche Cayenne yours?"

Yang Hao blinked, really startled.

"Yeah, as a noble descendant of the royal family, I've kept a low profile, okay?"

Prince Ma opened the car door and waved his hand domineeringly: "Let's go, get in the car, and go to my private martial arts gym."

Yang Hao sat in the co-pilot silently, and sighed in his heart: Sigh, seeing how he is living these days, he is already this age, and he still drives a million-dollar luxury car, staying and flying with exotic beauties, he is simply a winner in life !

"It seems that brother is still too low-key!"

He thought about it, and couldn't help laughing at himself: Yang Hao, Yang Hao, a few months ago, you were a penniless and poor boy, but now you have a net worth of tens of millions, and the future situation is even better, so why not be satisfied? ?

The Cayenne drove across the Pujiang River, heading south, and finally stopped at the gate of a big house in the southern suburbs of Donghai City.

This is a private club, the door is closed, and a wooden plaque is hung on it, with the words "Xuan Huang Dao Guan" written on it.

The handwriting is good, and it is written in a flying style, with extraordinary momentum.

The inscription is even more astonishing, it actually says 'Zhang Daqian from Shu'!
"Please, little friend, Ling'er should have arrived."

Prince Ma walked to the door, and the door opened by itself. A thin middle-aged man in black tuanlong martial arts uniform respectfully handed over a towel to wipe his face.

"Master, Miss Ling has arrived and is meditating in the mountain room."

"Well, I'll go there first, you take this little friend to the Lizi room to choose a set of outfits, and after changing, go directly to the Huozi room."

Prince Ma wiped his face, threw the towel to the middle-aged man, and said to Yang Hao: "This is my apprentice Ma San, you go with him."

Yang Hao followed Ma San, turned around the long corridor, and came to a courtyard.

Along the way, there are water pavilions and pavilions, and the winding paths lead to secluded places. It is not at all obvious that this is a martial arts gym, but it looks like an antique Suzhou garden.

When he came out of the courtyard, Yang Hao had already changed into a set of ivory white martial arts uniform.

After a while, the two came to a courtyard on the west side, and Ma San gently knocked on the door.

"come in."

It was Prince Ma's voice.

Pushing open the door, there is a wide martial arts arena in the yard.

The ground is paved with blue stones, and all kinds of cold weapons are inserted on the surrounding wooden frames.

"Hey, junior, why is it you?"

Zuo Ling, who was dressed in a moon-white martial arts uniform, looked at Yang Hao in surprise, then turned to look at Prince Ma, and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, the mysterious genius you mentioned is him, hmph, I asked you earlier, you Let’s not talk about life and death.”

"Ahem, Ling'er, grandpa, isn't this adding to your sense of anticipation?"

Prince Ma waved his hand and told Ma San to leave.

In the huge courtyard, only he, Zuo Ling, and Yang Hao were left.

"Hello, Chairman Zuo."

Yang Hao took the initiative to say hello.

"Chairman Zuo? Why does it sound so awkward, junior, you should call me senior sister, or sister Ling."

"Oh, okay, Miss Ling."

Yang Hao is as good as he is, and looks like a good baby honestly.

"What are young people doing so politely? Come on, let's talk business."

Prince Ma looked at Yang Hao with a smile, and asked, "Little friend, have you been exposed to martial arts before?"

"Uh, does police grappling count?"

"That doesn't count. I'm referring to traditional martial arts, and it's not the kind of ostentation used for performances. It's authentic internal boxing. Have you experienced it?"

"No, there is really no such thing. I thought this kind of thing was made up in martial arts novels."

Yang Hao told the truth, he really didn't believe there was such a thing as Neijiaquan.

I heard that the real Taijiquan is a kind of internal boxing, but as the saying goes, seeing is believing and hearing is believing. I have never seen this kind of strange person in real life, so I can't be sure whether it is true or not.

"Oh, I haven't touched it before, so it's easy to handle. A blank sheet of paper is the most suitable."

Prince Ma cheered up, and said to Yang Hao: "Then, it's time for you and Ling'er to practice dual cultivation. Come on, young man, don't be polite, just use whatever means you can!"

"Ah? This... This is the beginning of dual cultivation? In broad daylight, how... how embarrassing!"

Yang Hao was really a little excited. He grew up so big, and he only saw the so-called double cultivation in martial arts novels and TV dramas.

"I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to try it out today, and I would double cultivate with the handsome female student council president. This happiness came so fast, I almost couldn't hold it in!"

Thinking about it, Yang Hao felt a little shy.

"Hey, grandpa, can you stop being so disrespectful all the time! It's obviously for studying and discussing, but why did it come into your mouth, and it became a kind of nonsense double cultivation?"

Zuo Ling gave Prince Ma a dissatisfied look, stretched out her fists, and saluted Yang Hao: "Student, don't listen to his nonsense, this is a normal martial arts competition, come on!"

After finishing speaking, Zuo Ling lunged and punched Yang Hao.

"Wait! Can you let me calm down for a while?"

Yang Hao waved his hand and took two steps back.

At this moment, his heart was broken, and he wished to raise his head to the sky and shout: Is this Nima a double cultivator?You cheating old man Ma, if you have the guts, tell me clearly from the beginning, I promise not to kill you!

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