"Teacher, if this is really a palace, something will definitely happen later. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, let's leave first."
Su Dongpo nodded and told Wu Zhi: "After we go back, you can find a way to seal the entrance to the palace."
Wu Zhi thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I will listen to you, teacher."
Wu Zhi didn't want to assassinate the emperor anyway, and he didn't know how to do light kung fu. To steal things from the palace was to seek death, so this passage was of no use to him.
When the two of them were about to turn around and leave, a shadow suddenly appeared in the grass beside them: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
The two were stunned for a moment.
Turning around, I saw an eight or nine-year-old child standing in front of me.
When Wu Zhi saw this person, his eyes lit up. He knew this little guy!
This little guy is the little prince, Zhao Xu, who Wu Zhi promised to teach him Kung Fu and also promised to come back to teach him!
Zhao Xu recognized Wu Zhi at a glance, clapped his hands and laughed at Wu Zhi: "Ah! It's Master, Master, you finally came to see my disciple!"
As he spoke, Zhao Xu clasped his fists with both hands, bent 90 degrees toward Wu Zhi, and gave a big salute.
Su Dongpo judged from Zhao Xu's clothes that this little boy was a prince.
But he kept calling Wu Zhi his master, which surprised Su Dongpo.
He asked Wu Zhi: "When did you accept him as your disciple?"
"Hey, what can I say about this? It's just a misunderstanding."
Wu Zhi pulled Su Dongpo aside and explained the situation in a low voice.
Su Dongpo shook his head, with a hint of reproach in his tone.
"Although you are not old, you must remember that you are a role model. If you promise others, you must keep it."
"Even if you go through mountains of fire, even if you climb over the wall, you have to come in and explain this matter clearly to him."
Wu Zhi smiled bitterly and nodded, knowing that Lao Su was right in his criticism.
Just when Wu Zhi turned around to explain to Zhao Xu that he was just acting on a whim at the time and had no real intention to accept Zhao Xu as his disciple.
Wu Zhi just turned around and saw Zhao Xu saying excitedly: "Master, in the past few days when you have been away, my disciple has learned all the martial arts you taught me. I will show it to you!"
As he spoke, Zhao Xu showed a serious look to Wu Zhi and showed him a few Shaolin Luohan Fist moves that he had casually taught him before.
Although this little Zhao Xu was light-handed and light-footed, he was not in the best condition at all, and he also looked a little immature.
But when he was demonstrating, his clear eyes revealed full determination!
He was very serious and tried very hard to think about Wu Zhi's performance. It was this state of Zhao Xu that infected Wu Zhi. In Zhao Xu, Wu Zhi seemed to see himself when he was young.
He grew up in a poor family and his parents died at a very early age.
None of the relatives at home wanted to take him in. Although his uncle wanted to take him in, he already had two daughters and a son in his family, and his aunt was also a stingy and shrewd master.
In my uncle's family, my aunt has always made the decision. My uncle did not dare to take in Wu Zhi, and he also knew that once he took in Wu Zhi, he might be in even more pain.
So, I took Wu Zhi to Shaolin Temple.
From the moment he entered the Shaolin Temple, Wu Zhi knew that his life was different from that of ordinary children.
He must work harder and fight harder than others!
If others don't work hard, they can go home and grow old, but as long as he slacks off a little bit, all he can see when he looks back is a cliff!
The Zhao Xu in front of him, although he was born well, was also the son of an emperor, and his mother was a noble concubine. It can be seen from his tender skin and tender flesh that he had a very rich material life.
However, his eyes also seemed to tell Wu Zhi that he wanted to become stronger!