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Chapter 355: Humiliation

Early the next morning, Song Xixi got up early after a peaceful night's sleep.

After eating breakfast cooked by Ya'er, she and Song Jin and Zhang Chunlan went to the government office with the apprenticeship ceremony they bought the day before.

Before He Hong arrived, the three of them were waiting in a guest room.

After waiting for about half an hour, Du Wei's attendant hurriedly came to invite him. It turned out that He Hong had already arrived and was talking to Du Wei in the front office.

Song Xixi hurriedly spoke to Song Jin and Zhang Chunlan, and then followed the attendant to a side hall of the front office. At a glance, she saw the middle-aged man sitting on Du Wei's lower left hand.

The middle-aged man is He Hong.

He Hong, who is only 40 years old, looks older than his peers. Not only is most of his hair white, but his face is also full of grooves when he was fascinated by countless women from border towns when he was young. Only his eyes still have a sharp edge that makes people afraid.

watch intently.

As soon as Song Xixi entered the door, she noticed He Hong's eyes sweeping over her.

She calmed down and went to the center of the side hall to salute Du Wei. Then, under Du Wei's introduction, she turned around and saluted He Hong: "My little girl, Song Xixi, has met Mr.

Calling He Hong "Old School Captain" in private is a sign of respect for him. It is inappropriate to call him like that in front of him. It is suspected of being sarcastic.

He Hong didn't speak. After a while, Song Xixi heard a voice that had gone through vicissitudes of life but still had a strong voice: "No gift."

Song Xixi straightened up and sat down on the opposite side, but she moved her position and was not face to face with He Hong.

He Hong didn't raise his eyes, opened the lid of the tea, picked up the tea and drank it slowly.

Du Wei couldn't see He Hong's thoughts, but he had some understanding of his temperament, so he pointed at Song Xixi and said straight to the point: "This girl is the girl I mentioned to Brother He in my letter. If Brother He likes her, why not

Take advantage of the good weather to take this apprentice in."

Song Xixi looked at the silent He Hong, and felt calm in her heart.

He Hong drank all the tea in his cup and then raised his eyes to look at Song Xixi: "Why do you practice martial arts?"

Song Xixi quickly analyzed the purpose of He Hong's question. Several answers came to mind instantly, and finally she chose to tell the truth: "To protect myself."

He Hong smiled half-heartedly: "Protect yourself..."

Song Xixi was sure to see a sneer on his face, as if he was disdainful of this answer.

Just when Du Wei thought that Song Xixi failed to become a disciple and He Hong would not accept her as his disciple, He Hong suddenly said: "I will teach you martial arts. How much you can learn depends on your own ability, but I will not accept her as a disciple."

You are my disciple."

Song Xixi was stunned and couldn't help but guess that He Hong didn't like her and agreed to teach her martial arts for Du Wei's sake.

But the result was good after all. She endured the joy in her heart and stood up to salute He Hong: "Thank you, sir."

He Hong took out a few pages and put them on the table: "You prepare the martial arts arena by yourself, just follow the drawings."

Song Xixi opened the drawing and looked at it, then asked with some caution: "Sir, do you have any requirements for the address of the martial arts arena? My home is in the village. I wonder if you would mind staying there for a long time."

He Hong didn't care: "It doesn't matter."

Homeless people are the same no matter where they live.

Song Xixi breathed a sigh of relief and her tone became lively: "Sir, I will find someone to prepare the martial arts arena as soon as possible. If it is convenient for you, how about I take you home with you in the future?"

He Hong's eyelids moved for a moment, and finally nodded: "Yes."

Song Xixi didn't expect that she was so easy to talk to, and the last trace of anxiety in her heart dissipated.

At this time, He Hong remembered something, looked her up and down, and asked, "How old are you?"

Song Xixi hurriedly said: "Nine years old."

Nine years old...

He Hong read it silently, with a look of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

Song Xixi didn't know why. He didn't know that it was at the age of nine that He Hong met the master who inspired him throughout his life.

He Hong did not stay long, refused Du Wei's invitation to have dinner, and left on his own without asking for Song Xixi's apprenticeship ceremony.

Watching his figure go away, Song Xixi returned to the side hall and thanked Du Wei: "Thank you for your recommendation this time, so that a common girl can learn martial arts as a teacher. Next time a common girl gets something good, she will be the first to bring it to you for a taste."

Du Wei struck back: "Brother He didn't accept you as his disciple."

Song Xixi's eyes were calm: "It will happen sooner or later."

Seeing how confident she was, Du Wei became interested: "Bet?"

Song Xixi directly gave the gambling money: "The period of three years is three years. If the husband accepts me as his disciple within three years, the girl will win. Otherwise, the girl will lose. I will provide you with green and red for free every year!"

Du Wei laughed loudly: "It's a deal! If you win, I will give you two more puppies!"

Song Xixi's mouth twitched: What kind of gambling money is this? Are you sure you're not trying to trick her?

Thinking of the smart and obedient pole bench, she didn't say anything.

Back in the guest room, Zhang Chunlan couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Have you become a disciple?"

Song Xixi shook his head: "Sir is willing to teach me martial arts, but he refuses to accept me as his disciple."

When Song Jin heard this, he wondered: "I am willing to teach you martial arts. Doesn't this mean that I am a master and a disciple? Why don't you refuse to be a master and a disciple?"

Song Xixi sighed: "Maybe he thinks that I am not good enough to practice martial arts. Taking me as his disciple will humiliate him."

Zhang Chunlan couldn't see her acting like this and explained: "Mr. He is not an ordinary person. He is afraid that he is unwilling to treat himself as a master and a disciple because of worries in his heart. Don't underestimate yourself!"

Song Jin agreed: "Your aunt is right, our Xixi is a very powerful person. Mr. He will definitely nod and accept you as his disciple if he knows about it in the future!"

Song Xixi was a little disappointed. As long as she could learn martial arts and have the power to protect herself, she didn't really care about the reason why He Hong refused to accept her as his disciple.

However, Song Jin and Zhang Chunlan's comfort was very helpful to her, and she didn't want them to worry, so she showed a happy look: "Yes, I know."

The martial arts arena is not difficult to build. The carpenters and masons in the town can make it, so Song Xixi didn't bother to find anyone in the city.

At the appointed time, she drove a donkey cart to the camp on the outskirts of the city in advance to take He Hong back to the village.

There was a checkpoint outside the camp on the outskirts of the city, and Song Xixi could only wait outside the checkpoint in boredom while talking to the guards.

After waiting for about two moments, He Hong, dressed in civilian clothes, walked slowly over carrying a small baggage.

At this time, several soldiers stopped him with playful smiles and reached out to rip off his baggage: "Open it and check, let us see if you have stolen anything you shouldn't have!"

Song Xixi's expression changed, she dropped Xiao Hei's reins and rushed over: "Stop!"

The soldiers didn't pay attention to her at all, and they pushed her away casually: "Where did you come from, this yellow-haired girl, how dare you act so arrogantly here, get out!"

Unexpectedly, this push was like pushing against a thick wall without moving at all.

"You!" The soldier was shocked, and subconsciously raised his spear to stab him.

Song Xixi couldn't bear it any longer, so she grabbed the spear, broke it into two pieces, and threw it heavily at the foot of the soldier: "The rules of the military camp are strict. Since my master came out, he must have gone through various inspections. Why do you do anything now?"

His baggage!”


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