Zhang He is the third disciple of martial arts master He Wangxing, and is also the current general manager of Xiangzhen Hall.

Although today's martial arts world does not place great emphasis on seniority, within the same sect (martial arts school), seniority is still taken seriously.

Only in those newly established martial arts schools with an open nature in the past thirty years, the word seniority is rarely mentioned - and even in martial arts schools, junior students must show full respect to their seniors and teachers.

If Teacher He Wangxing really accepts a junior brother who is less than twenty years old, how should the disciples of these senior brothers and sisters call this junior brother? Not to mention that there are many interests entangled in it.

Because Xiangzhen Hall is not a family inheritance system, but a master-disciple inheritance system.

This was originally not a problem, because the original Xiangzhen Hall was not worth much, and the disciples made their own living after they left school. However, in the past twenty years, Xiangzhen Hall has gradually changed from the traditional master-disciple succession to a corporate operation. Everyone has

It took a lot of hard work to transform Xiangzhen Hall from a poor martial arts hall to the scale it is today.

Could it be that just because someone came and called him "Master", they would give shares to this unknown junior brother?

Then their senior brothers and sisters, who have worked hard for the Xiangzhen Hall for many years, are really at a loss.

So after Zhang He discussed with his classmates, they came to the teacher.

"Teacher, please think twice." Zhang He, Guo Chenglong, and Han Menglan sat kneeling side by side in front of the teacher and begged.

He Wangxing has four disciples. Among them, Liu Fangqing, the eldest disciple, develops his career in Bai Yujing, the imperial capital of Yuntian Empire. Except for his birthday every year, he is usually not in Haixing City.

He Wangxing was sitting on the cushion, with one leg bent and the other stretched out. His right elbow rested on the low table, his head was supported by his fist, his face was slanted, he looked at his three disciples with a half-smile, and said: "

What do you mean, then, that I can no longer accept disciples?"

Zhang He and the other three people were stunned by Master's sight, but this not only involved their face, but also involved a lot of interests. Even under Master's prestige, they had to bite the bullet and say: "Master, how dare we

You think so?! But Master, with your status, you can’t be so hasty even if you want to recruit a disciple?”

"Yes, Master, if you want to recruit a disciple, you must also recruit a momentary hero. Gao Han is a young man who knows nothing. Everything must be taught from scratch. Do you still need to teach such basic skills personally? You can hand him over to him.

We, we can also teach him!" Han Menglan said after his senior brother.

"Haha, I don't want to accept any more disciples, but Xiangzhen Hall, can you guys support me?" He Wangxing sneered.

"Master——" Zhang He shouted aggrievedly.

"Do you want to say that Xiangzhen Pavilion is developing well under your leadership, and its assets have increased from 2 million to 600 million?"

None of the three people dared to say a word, but the expressions on their faces were affirmative.

"Last month, we organized an exchange with the Tiger Martial Arts School. What was the final result?" He Wangxing asked casually.

"We have won five out of seven games, so we are slightly better." Zhang He replied.

"Well, we won five out of seven games, but what about the two losses?" He Wangxing asked

"It's my disciple who taught me wrongly." Zhang He could only lower his head and replied.

"The third generation disciples of Xiangzhen Hall were taught by you step by step, but they lost to those mass-produced students from the martial arts school."

"Other than Qingqing, who is still a capable person, who among the three of you can hold up the brand of Xiangzhen Hall? Who among the third generation disciples can hold up for you? Haha, no matter how much money you make, it is all based on Xiangzhen Hall.

On the Zhenguan brand, if the Xiangzhenguan brand falls, do you really think you can continue to make money?"

He Wangxing didn't speak too loudly, but the glass in the entire room buzzed with his words, as if the entire room was vibrating.

"You all go out and think about it carefully - I will think about Gao Han's side."

He Wangxing waved his hand and dismissed the three disciples. He leaned on the cushions and put his forehead with one hand, looking unhappy: "Huh - three unsatisfactory things, your brains are not working very fast in this regard. If only you could clear up half the time."

, why should I do this?"

After He Wangxing muttered something to himself, his eyes closed slightly, and a low sound of 'luulu' came from his abdomen, like a faint thunder in the sky.

Martial arts disciples look down on martial arts school students, but martial arts schools teach without distinction. Among the large number of students enrolled, there are always some students with outstanding martial arts talents. The educational resources these people enjoy are not as good as those of martial arts disciples, but personal talents and hard work can make up for it.

There are differences.

Ten years ago, it was rare for martial arts school students to defeat martial arts disciples, but in the past ten years, with the increase in the number of teachers and data accumulation in martial arts schools, this kind of thing is no longer uncommon.

Go out of the teacher's room.

"Third Senior Brother, what should we do?" Guo Chenglong asked.

"What the teacher said is not unreasonable. In the past few years, our Xiangzhen Hall has indeed not achieved any good results in various martial arts competitions. Now even the Tiger Martial Arts School dares to bully us. We should really find some good seedlings to support us."

Live on stage." Zhang He said.

"That Gao Han?"

"Ask your disciple Yu Xia to observe carefully for a while. If he is really a genius, we shouldn't embarrass him, otherwise we can't afford the teacher to get angry; if he is just a talent in the ordinary sense, huh, it is not possible to reach the sky in one step.

So easy."

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"Gao Han, Zhang Yuou, I'll leave first, you two can chat slowly." Li Heng waved his hand, said goodbye to Gao Han and Zhang Yuou, and walked towards the opposite side of the road carrying a heavy schoolbag.

"Gao, Gao Han, come with me for a walk." Zhang Yuou lowered his head and said.

Zhang Yuou is wearing a white dress today and has a ponytail tied with a red headband. The length of the braid is just above the shoulder blades.

She stood next to Gao Han, with the height of her head just reaching Gao Han's ears.

"Which way should we go?" Gao Han stuttered.

"Is this road good?" Zhang Yuou pointed to a tree-lined path.

That is a path leading to Minghe Park.

"Okay, this road is less crowded." Gao Han's words made Zhang Yuou blush.

She walked quickly forward.

Gao Han knew he had made a mistake, so he quickly shut up and followed.

The two walked side by side, neither of them talking. This road was surrounded by green gardens. It was not a day off, so there were very few people here.

The wind rustled through the leaves, and a ship's whistle came from the distance.

"that--"

"I--"

The two spoke at the same time, stopped at the same time, and then both said in unison:

"Say first-"

"Say first-"

"----Ha ha ha ha"

After a short silence, the two of them laughed and bent over.

After a while, Zhang Yuou stood up straight first. She looked directly at Gao Han and said seriously: "Let me say it first - Gao Han, I like you."

A van came speeding from a distance.

Gao Han's heart is as happy as this speeding vehicle.

Classmates in the sixth year of middle school, the two had a vague affection for each other, but no one made it clear.

Zhang Yuou always lent Gao Han her homework to copy, but she never lent it to others to copy.

Gao Han has always felt inferior.

His grades were not good, and he saw that in the sixth grade of middle school, one could go to college and become a bachelor, while the other could only work in the society. The futures of the two suddenly became far apart, and Gao Han was even more unable to speak.

Because I don't have the ability to give you stable happiness, I don't open my mouth and just keep this affection deep in my heart.

But now, Gao Han is sure to become a warrior, and Zhang Yuou's words made his heart almost explode with joy.

Gao Han opened his mouth, a smile filled his eyes, and he was about to speak——

"Creak -" there was a sudden brake, and the speeding van stopped on the street beside the two of them.

Before the car stopped, the car door was suddenly opened. A big man jumped out, stretched out a big hand like a cattail fan, and covered Zhang Yuou's mouth, nose and chin. Before Zhang Yuou could react, he pinched his waist with his other hand, like

He picked up Zhang Yuou like a chicken and rushed towards the car.

Gao Han was shocked.

The security in Haixing City is pretty good. It is an old city and the seat of the city government office. There are very few petty thefts. Who would have thought that someone would kidnap a girl in broad daylight?

Finally, Gao Han reacted well. Although he was stunned for a moment, he still had time to reach out and grab Zhang Yuou's arm.

"What are you going to do?" Gao Han shouted, hoping to attract others' attention.

However, the road he and Zhang Yuou took was already sparsely populated, and the kidnapper chose the timing better, as there was not a single person around.

"It's enough to kill him and capture Zhang Qiang's daughter." A voice came down from the car.

"I'll kill him, you get in the car first." Another big man jumped out of the car and rushed towards Gao Han, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light.

Zhang Yuou's pale face fell into Gao Han's eyes.

Looking at the slashing dagger, Gao Han's initially flustered heart suddenly calmed down.

The more critical the situation, the calmer some people become.

The dagger slashed at Gao Han's arm, trying to force him to let go of Zhang Yuou's hand.
To be continued...