(Huamaoyi cannot eat overnight food, I have been in the bathroom all day!)

If a dwarf mule does not eat brains, he will remain a dwarf mule all his life.

Although the long-haired old man has never joined a club, he is still a member of the martial arts community and conforms to the iron rule above.

However, he has not developed much as an old man. He only makes ends meet and currently relies on his son to make a living.

"Master, this is wrong."

"Bagua Sect used to be so prosperous, but it's just been unlucky in the past few years."

"Brother Le knows heroes, understands heroes, and is willing to make your name famous in Hong Kong."

"When the time comes, the Bagua Sect will surely flourish in your hands and create greater glory."

Changmao is poor at his homework, but his eloquence is not bad. He is very articulate and his words are fascinating and touching.

"You are better than your father, and your mouth can speak better than the gangsters in Shanghai."

"Why are you being a dwarf mule? It's very promising to be a aunt."

"You don't have enough money in the red envelope to open a martial arts gym!"

According to legend, the Bagua Gate was founded in the Qing Dynasty by Dong Haichuan, the eunuch of Prince Su’s Palace. During the Xianfeng period, the disciples established the Gate.

Later, the Bagua Sect moved to Tianjin for refuge, and then became one of the eighteen martial arts schools in Tianjin.

Zhang Yuntian is not the main lineage, the founder is Si Yuangong, who belongs to the Zhang sect of the Bagua sect.

Zhang Yuntian thinks about revitalizing the Zhang Sect every day, but in this world, it is no longer the time for martial arts people like him to stir up trouble.

The gun is fast from seven steps away, but the gun is accurate and fast within seven steps!

"Open a martial arts gym! It's a no brainer!"

"You don't even need Brother Le to take action. I, your disciple, will handle it clearly!" Changmao patted his chest to confirm.

This is really not a big lie, just flattering!

Nowadays, it is not difficult to open a martial arts gym in Xiangjiang.

Apply for a license and rent a tenement house in Tsuen Wan. There is no shortage of students. There are plenty of bad guys, but there are always those who can become successful.

Zhang Yuntian was half-convinced about Changmao's words. When Liu Zai was young, he always talked about what he meant and never said anything accurate.

But he is already seventy years old and has few years left to wait.

"Brother Yun, I'm back!"

An old man carrying a rice bag pushed open the door and walked in. He lowered his head and called out. Then he looked up and saw that there were guests. He continued: "There are young people coming to the door. The sun is really shining in the west!".

"The weasel has no good intentions when it wishes the chicken New Year's greetings!"

"The son of six."

"This is Uncle Zhong, he loves your father the most, call me!"

"Uncle Zhong!"

Changmao quickly stood up, helped Uncle Zhong take the rice bag from his body, and helped him sit down to rest.

"Your father called the village chief's house yesterday and said you were coming and asked me to prepare a meal."

"This street kid is always afraid of not having enough to eat!"

Uncle Zhong, who was sitting on the chair, beat his legs hard several times and muttered.

"Eat? No food!"

"Dehua? I haven't seen his ghost all day long!"

Zhang Yuntian closed his eyes again and asked about Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong took a sip of tea, glanced at the sun, and said, "Today I will worship the gods. Dehua will go get some roast meat."

"You boy are in luck, you have roast meat to eat!".

"Okay! I love roasted pork the most."

"I'm going to help in the kitchen."

Changmao quickly took off his suit, rolled up his sleeves, and went to the kitchen to help.

The Dehua in the two old men's mouths soon appeared in front of them.

Dehua was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a simple and honest appearance, slightly protruding lips, a tanned face due to the sun, strong muscles on his body, and small, sparkling eyes.

The most eye-catching thing was his hands, which were scarred, layered with calluses, and rough.

This is Lian Jiazi’s hand!

"Master, roast meat to worship the gods."

"Uncle Zhong, I'm back!"

Dehua put down the roast meat in his hand and said respectfully.

"Well, we have a guest today. Your disgraced senior brother's bad boy is here. Go and meet him!"

Zhang Yuntian rocked gently with the movement of the rocking chair and sent his most recent disciple to help in the kitchen without disturbing him.

Dehua nodded. When he came back, he knew that there was a visitor coming to the door.

There were no cars parked outside, not even the village chief's house.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw a colleague of my age busy working in the kitchen. Uncle Zhong was cooking vegetables, which was very lively.

"Uncle Zhong, I'm back!"

Dehua walked into the kitchen, washed the hands, and started to help.

"Is the temple fair lively?"

"Wash your hands. After this dish is cooked, dinner will begin."

"This is Changmao, the son of your senior brother Liuzi. He came to see your master today."

Uncle Zhong is presbyopic, but he is very familiar with the people he has lived with for more than ten years. Through the steam, he introduced Changmao.

"Uncle Junior, I am Changmao."

Changmao waved a kitchen knife in greeting.

Dehua nodded, smiled, responded to Changmao, picked up the table made of thick wood with one hand and walked out.

Changmao watched Dehua leave in surprise. The large round table was nearly two meters in diameter, more than twenty centimeters thick, and weighed at least ten kilograms.

This guy grabbed the side with one hand and lifted it up. What kind of strength is that?

"Your master has trained this Lang Tou Qing for more than ten years."

"Last year during the land grab, more than a dozen gangsters even came close with knives. The head of Lujia Village sent over a roasted pig in the evening!"

Seeing Changmao still looking at Dehua's leaving figure, Uncle Zhong opened his mouth to explain.

Got a treasure!

Changmao made up his mind and prepared to drag this fierce man to Tsuen Wan.

There were guests at his door, so Zhong Bo specially cooked several delicious dishes to entertain Changmao.

There is no need to mention his craftsmanship, but Changmao's thoughts were still on Brother Mengjiang, and his eyes were not looking at the food at all, but kept drifting towards him.

Zhang Yunshan is an old-fashioned person who eats without talking and sleeps without talking, but he has not yet suffered from the problem of not eating after lunch.

In silence, the four of them ate quickly.

After the meal, Dehua served two cups of tea, and then he and Uncle Zhong cleaned up.

"Why, I'm attracted to it!"

Zhang Yunshan scraped the foam from the tea leaves with the tea lid, took a sip, and asked casually.

He doesn't tell lies in front of a real person, nor does he cover up his long hair, and he nods vigorously.

"Opening a martial arts gym is fake, but finding thugs is real."

"Raising the banner and boasting about Haikou, I really learned a lot from you."

"But you are much better than your father. You don't hide lies when doing things. You are a real villain and an aboveboard person."

"good!"

Zhang Yunshan praised Changmao from the bottom of his heart.

Changmao was a little shy and scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. This was the first time in many years that an elder had praised him.

"Master, are you asking me, my uncle, to come with me?"

After being shy, Changmao finally came to his senses and said quickly.

"If I don't go out with you to get money, how can I have the money to reopen the martial arts gym?"

Zhang Yunshan gave Changmao a white look and shouted into the room: "Dehua!".

Dehua, who had a towel on his shoulders, quickly walked out and stood next to Zhang Yunshan, as silent as a statue, waiting for his master's instructions.

"When you were five years old, I asked a blind man to tell your fortune."

"He said you are a blind dragon and need someone to shine."

"It depends on your luck when you go out this time!"

Zhang Yunshan looked at his closed disciple and said calmly.
Chapter completed!