I don’t know if this is a blessing in disguise for Wang Qiang.
His brother's head was knocked crooked and he was sent home to recuperate for a year and a half. Therefore, he was successfully promoted from the assistant coach of Beiqin to the position of head coach, which also fulfilled his long-standing dream of being a head coach.
Beiqin will stay in Jianglong for one night and return tomorrow.
Night, Tianlong Base.
"Don't worry, if I train you, your talents will not be buried."
Wang Qiang and Qin He were walking in the corridor. He said firmly, "My Wang family is considered a top martial arts family in Jianglong. No matter in terms of heritage or strength, it is not comparable to that of Chu Yun."
"When we get back, I'll also get you some exercise books."
"What kind of Overlord Art can kill you in a matter of minutes?"
Qin He hesitated and nodded, absentmindedly.
Wang Qiang was working hard in his heart. When he returned to Northern Qin, he would definitely use all his abilities. His goal was to surpass Chu Yun. He believed that his abilities were no worse than his.
As Qin He is the most powerful general of Tianlong in Northern Qin, Wang Qiang naturally gives priority to training him.
Seeing that Qin He was quite obedient, Wang Qiang was also very satisfied.
At this time, Qin He suddenly stopped and knelt directly at the door of Chu Yun's room.
Wang Qiang was shocked, "What are you doing?"
Qin He scratched his head and said, "Instructor Wang, can you go further? I'm afraid that Mr. Chu will misunderstand."
Wang Qiang, "..."
At this time, the door opened.
Chu Yun looked at Qin He who was kneeling on the ground in confusion.
Qin He quickly kowtowed and said, "I came here specifically to ask you for advice..."
As he said that, he glanced at Wang Qiang again and quickly added, "I, Instructor Wang and I are not familiar with each other. Mr. Chu will tell you not to misunderstand."
Wang Qiang, "???"
Chu Yun asked Qin He to come in, and Wang Qiang was left alone standing there in a mess, his face turned the color of pig liver.
Qin He also devoted himself to learning and hoped to get some guidance.
Chu Yun was not stingy and taught Qin He a set of exercises that focused on body skills based on his own characteristics.
"Teacher Chu, can you give me a schedule?" Qin He begged, "I don't want to train with the instructors from Beiqin. They are not as good as you. I want to train according to your schedule in the future."
Chu Yun smiled, "Do you know that a drop of water can penetrate a stone? Just do one thing, do it to the best, and you will become a great person."
Qin He remembered it in his heart, nodded heavily, and bowed gratefully to Chu Yun.
Although the exchange was only for a few minutes, Qin He knew that it would benefit him throughout his life.
The next morning.
As Northern Qin left Jianglong, Chu Yun also returned to Beiguan.
At the same time, Jiang Longnan settled the Wang family.
The Wang family is not only the number one martial arts family in Nan'an, but also one of the top martial arts families in Jianglong.
The head of the family, Wang Ju, studied under Lu Xingzu, the great kendo master of the generation. He was Lu Xingzu's most proud disciple. He had already become a kendo master more than ten years ago and was undoubtedly among the top masters of Jianglong!
A Tianju sword has killed several of Jianglong's top masters, including two martial arts masters. Jianglong Martial Arts Hall ranks masters every year, and Wang Ju has never been in the top three, which shows his strong strength.
As for the name of his master Lu Xingzu, most warriors in Jiang Long have never heard of it, and they are not qualified to hear it.
There is also a gap between masters. Those who become masters through swordsmanship are much more powerful than ordinary masters.
At this moment, the main hall of the Wang family.
Wang Ju drank tea slowly and listened to the report of female secretary Liu Jiao.
As the deputy director of the Jianglong Martial Arts Department, Wang Ju, in addition to practicing, mostly deals with Jianglong Martial Arts matters.
The Jianglong Martial Arts Office is a higher-level organization that oversees the martial arts institutes in various cities in Jianglong Province.
"When Grandmaster Lei died, the position of director of Beiwu became vacant." Wang Ju sighed softly.
Liu Jiao lowered her head and said, "Chu Xuantian should be considered a suitable candidate. Now that he has a high reputation in Beiguan, it is suitable for him to serve as the director of Beiwu."
"Well, it's indeed good." Wang Ju nodded.
"But..." Liu Jiao paused, "He seems to have never liked the Beiwu Institute, and he didn't even register at the Institute."
"Oh?" Wang Ju looked dissatisfied, "You are so arrogant at a young age and don't know how to behave. How can you hold the position of director?"
Liu Jiao smiled bitterly, "After all, he is the one who killed the Grand Master."
"Lei Ming has just become a grandmaster." Wang Ju smiled disdainfully, "He can't even find his name in the list of top ten grandmasters. How can he be arrogant after killing a low-ranking grandmaster?"
"I think back then, when I came out of Tianju, I killed two grand masters. How could I show off? This person has a shallow mind and cannot become a great person!"
Liu Jiao lowered her head, "I can't compare with you."
Wang Ju waved his hand indifferently, "Forget it! I'm too lazy to argue with a child, and I want to polish his character."
"Ask Chu Xuantian to write me a 10,000-word application form, and I will consider whether to appoint him as the director of Beiwu."
As he said this, Wang Ju started chatting.
"When a person is young, he must develop a balanced mind. Only when he is old can he be like me, with a calm mind, as calm as the lake, like Chu Xuantian, who becomes arrogant when he achieves little, and is destined to live a life of inaction."
"All kinds of little things can actually temper your mind."
"Take tea as an example. You have to sip it slowly and carefully so that it doesn't burn your mouth and you can appreciate its flavor..."
Liu Jiao listened carefully. Wang Jugui was a master of swordsmanship and was willing to chat with her for a few words. It was a God-given opportunity and a rare learning opportunity.
Just talking.
Outside the courtyard, a group of nurses came in carrying a stretcher!
Wang Mengyang wore a thick brace around his neck, his head was tilted, and he was lying on the stretcher with a weird look. He looked pitifully at Wang Ju through his nostrils.
He shouted miserably, "Dad~!!"
"What the hell!!"
Wang Ju immediately burst out with a quintessence of Chinese culture, and his mouth turned red with tea. He staggered over and ran over. There was nothing else about him, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and he was as calm as water.
"What's wrong with your head?"
Wang Mengyang immediately told the whole story, breaking down and crying, "It was that Chu Yun... who slapped my son's head to the side with one slap!!"
Liu Jiao stood aside and looked at Mr. Wang's funny appearance. She wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
Wang Ju was trembling with anger and clenched his fists angrily.
He was like an angry bull, his chest heaving up and down, and he suddenly roared, pulled out the Tianju sword from his waist, and slashed out with one strike!
A powerful sword energy drew a deep groove in the courtyard, directly splitting a dead tree in the courtyard into two halves, causing a cloud of dust to rise!
Chu Xuantian, how dare you hurt my son!!
"Secretary Liu, let Chu Xuantian come to the door in person to apologize!"
Wang Ju said angrily, "Otherwise, he would never be able to take the position of director of Beiwu! My Wang family will never forgive him!!"
Liu Jiao nodded quickly.
…
At noon, a military helicopter sent Chu Yun back to Beiguan No. 1.
When he and Xia Xiaoyu got off the helicopter, they saw the seal on the villa. There was no one inside or outside the villa, and the white seal was very dazzling.
What's going on?
While Chu Yun was stunned, a siren sounded from the foot of the mountain.
More than a dozen police cars were heading towards the top of the mountain.