After dinner, Wei He sent Jiang Su back. When he returned home, he saw Mr. Yuan Zhouchi again.

In the hot sun at noon.

He was sitting in a landscape pavilion on the corner of the street, holding a large dustpan in his hand, and there were a lot of water plants that were fished out of the water.

He kept fiddling with the water plants with his hands to make it more sunny. He also picked up the water bag beside him from time to time and took a sip into his mouth.

This old man who once taught in the lecture hall was originally highly respected and had taught scriptures to many children from wealthy families in the city.

At this time, he was wearing thick patched clothes, and his originally gray beard was now completely white.

His eyes seemed a little bad, and he sat hunched over on the cracked stone bench in the pavilion, carefully picking up some bad and rotten parts of the water plants.

Wei He paused, stood there, watching Yuan Zhouchi slowly pick up water plants.

Perhaps because he stayed for a long time, Yuan Zhouchi slowly saw him and took a closer look at him.

Wei Hehui smiled and did not disturb his life, but walked through one side.

He originally wanted to leave something for the teacher, but when he thought of Yuan Zhouchi's face and old-fashioned old face, he looked at his exact same serious face now.

Although this teacher was in a downturn, there was no problem with his breathing and expression, so that was fine.

Wei He accelerated his pace, passed through a large outer city area, and rushed towards Ishibashi Town.

When he returned home, Wei Ying was also laying out the dried vegetables pickled at home, and there was a strong smell of pickled vegetables in the yard.

Wei He had greeted him before and was about to leave the city, so Wei Ying had already started packing up her home with big bags.

"Sister, have anyone come to see me before I come back?"

Suddenly Wei He asked.

"No? There was no one in the morning, and it was very close to the boxing school. Even if someone looked for you, you should go to the boxing school to find it." Wei Ying put down the dustpan in her hand and asked in confusion.

Wei He stood in front of his bedroom door, looking at a broken hair in the crack of the door.

After a moment of silence, he slowly went deep into the back waist pocket with one hand, circulated his blood and blood with the other, gently stretched out a finger and pushed open the door.

squeak....

The wooden door slowly opened and made a sound.

In the bedroom, a plain white figure was standing still, quietly facing him.

The man's back is thin, with blue veins floating on the surface on the exposed part of his hands, and his five fingers are like chicken feet, dry and hard, and full of calluses.

"Your Excellency is..." Wei Hecai spoke.

It is convenient for a flying fly, flying out of the open window, and disappearing in front of you in a blink of an eye.

Wei He's face turned cold, and he quickly flew with him, rushed out of the window, and ran wildly after the figure in front of him.

Everyone sneaked into his house. Do you really think he has no temper? He entered the room rashly, which is a warning to him that the other party can sneak into the room anytime and anywhere and kill his family?

Although he guessed that after his strength was revealed, he would attract peeping and temptation, he didn't expect that this temptation would come so quickly.

The two of them ran quickly in the deserted alleys and alleys.

Soon, the figure in front of him suddenly stopped and stood quietly on a Feiye River beach.

On the right is the slowly flowing river.

The figure carried both hands and slowly turned around, revealing a face wearing a white mask.

There were only eyes on the mask, and the rest of the area was covered in plain white, which looked a bit scary.

"I heard this morning that good news came from the return to the mountain boxing school. Another young talent broke through the shackles and stepped onto the path of cultivation. I feel very relieved. I came to see you and I hope to forgive you." The figure's voice was hoarse, as if it was deliberately changed.

This person is the same height as Wei He. When the wind blows under his wide white robe, he highlights his somewhat thin figure.

I just don’t know how his size is so thin, he runs at the same speed as Wei He.

No...not the same speed.

Wei He felt amazement. The other party had always maintained the same speed as him. This situation did not mean that he was as fast as he was, but that the other party was faster than him.

He is waiting for himself!

"Who is yours?" he said coldly. "If you don't enter the main entrance, you will cross the wall and break the window. Don't you feel rude?"

"Sorry, the reason is special, which makes it inconvenient to go to the main entrance. Otherwise, if you are seen, you may also cause trouble at that time." The figure replied.

"Oh?" Wei He's heart sank and began to guess the other party's identity.

But without him guessing, this person soon revealed his details.

"You have been from an ordinary person three times in three years and have entered the qi and blood. Your talent is really amazing. Unfortunately, I have not been able to get a famous teacher. I wonder if you have heard of it..."

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Return to the mountain boxing school.

At this time, many people had already arrived in the originally deserted boxing school.

The number of people was too large, which led to Mr. Zheng, who was returning to the mountain fist, simply waved his hand and expanded the venue to the inner courtyard.

The two courtyards are connected through the inner room and are all turned into places to entertain guests.

The disciples greeted the guests who came to watch the ceremony with smiles.

Zheng Fugui's big golden sword sat on the chair in the middle of the inner courtyard, with Jiang Su and Zhang Lu on both sides, two disciples.

Zhao Hong brought the rest of his disciples to welcome the visitors in front of the door.

"Tungyama-cho bat fist is here!"

The disciple who was singing shouted loudly to remind the people behind him of their identities to welcome him.

"Nanshan Town return wind fallen leaves legs are here!"

"Hongshimachi Xiangzhu Fist is here!"

At the beginning, the representative disciples of the three towns who were close to Zheng Fugui arrived, and all three disciples from the inner courtyard brought people to congratulate them.

This is also the scene where Zheng Fugui greeted the old guys and asked someone to strengthen themselves, which also facilitates showing how strong the genius in his boxing academy is.

"The 9-Ji-Chun Leopard Fist is here!"

"Lieshan Town Iron Evil Fist is here!"

"Haimacho Tongbei Fist is here!"

"Yunsu Town Flying Bear Knife is here!!"

It was fine before, but when Zheng Fugui heard the chant, he just smiled and stroked his beard without moving.

But when he understood the last one, his face changed slightly and he slowly narrowed his eyes.

In the Martial Arts Alliance, the name Feixiong Dao has extraordinary significance. This is not an ordinary Martial Arts Academy.

Because of the strength of the Feixiong Knife, it accounts for almost one-third of all the outer city martial arts leagues.

The Feixiong Dao martial artist, Mr. Yun, is the strongest martial artist in Feiye City. He has two tigers, Yun Daochun and Zhou Lai, all three masters of Qi and Blood trained by him. He has already held important positions in the Three Gangs and Two Sects.

Of course, this small scene is unlikely to allow the two old masters of Feixiong Dao to come to congratulate him three times.

He returned to the mountain fist and said it bluntly that he didn't have such great face.

Moreover, they have already held important positions and become big bosses. They have a lot of business on weekdays, so there is no time to show off to a junior who has made a breakthrough to watch.

But no matter what, even if you are just a second disciple, you are still the one with Feixiongdao.

Zheng Fugui's smile paused, and he once again felt a little more lustful.

Although Huishanquan is only middle and lower against boxing every year, so what? At least half of those who are more powerful than his skills have never taught them three times.

In more than ten towns in the outer city, there are only a handful of martial arts academys that have taught qi and blood masters three times. Now, even Feixiong Dao, who has not been in contact with much, has sent people to congratulate him.

So he is Zheng Fugui, not bad!

I can't beat you, it doesn't matter, my apprentice can beat your apprentice, that's fine!

Soon, teams of representatives from various martial arts colleges were led to the inner courtyard.

The two rows of left and right stand, standing separately, looking quite imposing. It felt a bit like Zheng Fugui went to Feixiong Dao to watch the ceremony.

More than a dozen martial arts academies came seven at once, three of which were invited by him and were invited to support the scene. The other four came uninvited.

Fortunately, these people brought their own greetings.

Zheng Fugui's eyes swept across the representatives of various martial arts academies one by one. The bat fist, Xiangzhu fist, and Huifeng fallen leaves legs all smiled, gentle and polite, and were all friendly.

The disciples of the three families are all familiar disciples of the inner courtyard that he is not the strongest or the weakest, and it is just right.

But except for these three companies, the other four companies are different.

Leopard Fist, Iron Fist, and Tongbei Fist, all three families are vaguely led by a team of flying bear swords.

The person who came to Feixiongdao's trip was nothing but someone else, Zhou Jihan, the famous genius a while ago.
To be continued...