In the martial arts courtyard, there are many disciples practicing martial arts, some are stomping their steps, some are lifting stones to practice their strength, and some are fighting each other out of their moves.

Yuanxi followed the disciple to the courtyard, thinking that he seemed to have started practicing these things when he was four years old.

Everyone sat in the hall, looking at the door, trying to see how the young hero Cheng Yunde said should be as virtuous as jade and majestic as he was.

The disciple walked in with a young man wearing a coarse cloth and wrapped in a rag on his back.

The boy is not short, and only Zhang Zhongqian is about the same height as the few people here. He has long hair tied up casually, his eyebrows are starry eyes, his face is thin and slightly red, and his nose is very straight. Just looking at his face, he is a heroic boy. However, this outfit is indeed far from the image of the young hero in the hearts of everyone here.

Even Cheng Yunde, who was sitting in the main seat, was a little confused. This shocking thing seemed like a young man from a farmer. But Zhao Qianjun clearly wrote in the letter,

"This young man named Yuanxi has a good teacher. His master is a hidden master. This young man has learned all the true teachings of his master. His disciples have experienced them personally and have extraordinary martial arts. In the eyes of his disciples, this son must be not a thing in the pool. I also ask the master to help him settle in Pingnan City because his disciples have been filial to his master for many years and make a good relationship."

Zhao Qianjun personally experienced the outstanding achievements of Master and disciple of Kushan Jueshan.

Cheng Yunde believed in his own registered disciple's words very much.

What Zhao Qianjun said in the letter was that he was afraid that his master would misunderstand, and thought that Yuan Xi, like himself, needed his master's help to ask for food. Whether it was for Yuan Xi or for Master, it was not good that he would not explain clearly.

Everyone was puzzled, looked at Yuanxi and then looked at Cheng Yunde.

Cheng Yunde originally wanted to get up, but after seeing Yuan Xi come in, he didn't move.

Yuan Xi did not pay attention to everyone's eyes. After following the disciples into the hall, he saw the person sitting in the main seat, Uncle Zhao's master, Senior Cheng.

Yuanxi stepped forward and bowed,

"My younger generation Yuan Xi, I have met Senior Cheng."

After the salute, I picked up the tea in my hand.

"I passed by the tea shop and saw that the tea leaves are good. I brought you some, and you can taste it, is it suitable for you?"

Cheng Yunde, who had already stood up, took the tea with a smile and handed it to the servant.

"Young man, you are welcome. I have read Qianjun's letter. Although I am not big here, there are still several rooms. If you don't dislike it, please stay here for the time being. Let's discuss the rest for a long time."

Yuanxi bows again,

"Senior Cheng, you have been defeated by the younger generation. The young hero said he was ashamed of his own. Just call me Yuanxi. Since you have come to the palace, you will listen to the emperor."

However, with Yuan Xi's personality and the teachings of his master, he would not stay in Yunde Martial Arts Hall for free. Of course, he also knew that others would not leave themselves to eat for free.

We should make the decision for the time being, and we will discuss the follow-up arrangements with Senior Cheng.

Yuanxi untied the package and took out the tiger skin.

"Senior Cheng, this is the tiger skin I brought to you by DaBerto Zhao."

"oh?"

Cheng Yunde was confused, but Zhao Qianjun did not mention this matter in the letter.

Taking the tiger skin, Cheng Yunde rubbed his hands back and forth on the skin, and nodded without stopping.

"No, not bad, what a good-looking man!"

Seeing that Cheng Yunde had accepted the tiger skin, Yuan Xi also forgot what he wanted.

Cheng Yunde called the servant and asked someone to pack up a room and let him take Yuanxi to rest. Yuanxi also saw that the few people in the hall seemed to be discussing matters, and after bowing back to thank him again, he followed the servant out.

After Yuanxi left, the hall became lively again.

"Master, this is what you are talking about? Why do I look like a mountain village boy, come here to learn martial arts?"

"Dad, are you kidding us just now?"

Cheng Yunde reached out to signal everyone to calm down, and then said slowly,

"When you look at people, but most people look at people first, so there is the old saying that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles."

Cheng Yunde, who had turned around and sat down, took a sip of tea and continued,

"So the word "eye" is particularly important. Just now, the young man Yuan Xi, you only look at his appearance, young and simple clothes. If I hadn't paid attention to it, I might have left my eyes. Since I entered the house, I have observed his steps, breath, and body, and I can conclude that Yuan Xi deserves the word "young hero". He must be a master trained by experts, and from the point of momentum, he should have experienced real fighting."

Hearing Cheng Yunde said this, Cheng still doesn’t believe it.

"Dad, do you think this boy is a master? How can he beat these senior brothers opposite me?"

Cheng Yunde smiled,

"To say something that has destroyed my own power, if Dad is right, I'm afraid that Dad is not his opponent at the moment. If you want to say ten years ago, no, five years ago, Dad might have competed with him. After all, boxing is afraid of being strong and time is not forgiving others, otherwise why would the two men be so embarrassed that I am so embarrassed?"

When Cheng Xing heard the right and wrong, since his father said so, it should be a big deal.

Zhang Zhongqian, who was sitting aside, said further,

"Xiao Fei, you don't know. To say that if you offend your father-in-law, our martial arts school is just a fancy move compared to those major sects, and it is not enough to be a big shot. However, those major sects will not pass on their important kung fu to ordinary disciples, and they are generally the direct transmission of the ancestors' hall. Their ordinary disciples are just better at playing the moves and can beat the disciples taught in our martial arts school."

I'm curious about right and wrong.

"Brother-in-law, how do you know this?"

"Don't my family do cloth business? They often travel around the world. In order to prevent bandits, they still have to hire some good men to help protect themselves, so they still know more."

Those who do escort business should not say which sect or sect they are from, and then they can play a few beautiful kung fu. The world is peaceful, and this kind of escort business is still very popular. After all, bandits and bandits are all people who can’t afford to eat, and they don’t know how to do it.

After saying that, Zhang Zhongqian said to Cheng Yunde,

"Brother-in-law, do you know that young master? What will you plan to do in the future?"

After hearing what his son-in-law said, Cheng Yunde first said to his son Cheng Cheng's right and wrong.

"Fei'er, your brother-in-law's family has a lot of business and has a wide range of knowledge. You should learn more from your brother-in-law in the future!"

After Cheng Shi Fei nodded and responded, Cheng Yunde continued,

"The Qianjun letter did not clearly state the origin of the young master, and I'm afraid there were inconveniences. Some people like to show off, while others are just the opposite. Look at Yuanxi, the dress is actually not important to him. You didn't face him face to face just now. In my opinion, this is an extremely confident boy, not that kind of ignorant and fearless self-confidence, but the confidence in others."

After looking at everyone, Cheng Yunde continued,

"If you don't say anything else, let you go to the General's Mansion or the City Lord's Mansion. What's your mentality? Seeing him as a rural boy, think about it, which young man who has no knowledge would be as relaxed as his every move?"

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Zhongqian.

"Join Qian asked me just now, what plans did I plan later. Actually, I didn't think about it. At first, I also thought about asking him to help our martial arts school, but I haven't thought about how to open this question yet. If I just use this little help, I would like to bother others to help. This is not my Cheng Yunde's principle. Let's discuss it when I get in touch with the young hero Yuanxi."

After saying that, Cheng Yunde picked up the tiger skin,

"You have heard this tiger skin just now. Young Master Yuanxi said that Qianjun asked him to send it to me, but Qianjun did not mention this matter in the letter. Besides, the tiger skin has been skinned for several years. Qianjun once gave me a bear skin, which was spread on the chair in my study. He came to see me every year, so why did he let Young Master Yuanxi bring it here? So this tiger skin is more chewy than Young Master Yuanxi's bag of tea."

Cheng Yunde, who was weighing the tea leaves, smiled and was an interesting boy.

Everyone dispersed, and Cheng Yunde stood up to find Yuan Xi.

In the camp of the garrison in Pingnan City, Zhou Bochang and Wu Zhong had already brought their men back to the camp and reported to Lu Yiping's tent.

Lu Guanju has been locked up at home, saying that she is locked up at home, but she is just not allowed to leave Pingnan City. It is impossible to keep her at home honestly.

But she didn't dare to go to Dad's big tent.

Otherwise she would be sorry for what Dad said to her.

"Guan Guan, Dad, please be a girl!"

Just a girl, I am just a girl. Lu Guanju, who has changed back to women's clothing, is wandering on the streets of Pingnan City.

In the big tent, Lu Yiping had already learned about the investigation results of the two.

He had a general judgment in his mind, it seemed that it was really Jingzhou. When Zheng Shuyuan and Wang Ji came back, they would probably set off to Ziyang City.

Thinking of the horse, he remembered the boy.

Sitting on the big seat, tapping the desk with his right index finger, he looked up and asked Zhou Bochang,

"Bochang, do you think the boy came back on the horse? Then he went to the horse market to sell horses?"

Zhou Bochang said,

"Yes, General, you mean this teenager might be weird?"

Lu Yiping shook his head,

"I didn't say this. Have you ever thought about why the boy picked up this horse? According to your words, the boy should be ahead of you, but did you not see this boy again on the way back? And the person who secretly helped you? I remember Wang Ji said that he asked to bring the horse back, but an accident happened."

Lu Yiping glanced at the two of them,

"What have you two ignored?"

Zhou Bochang recalled everything that happened that day, seemed to grab some threads, bowed his hand and said in a deep voice,

"Is it because Hu Zhi was negligent, or is the general who saw it comprehensively? After the general mentioned it, Hu Zhi thought of it. Could it be that someone behind the boy protect him?"

Lu Yiping nodded, and Wu Zhong also spoke,

"General, what you mean is that because of that boy, the person behind him saved us, and the reason may be that we bought the boy's bear skin."

At this time, Zhou Bochang continued,

"I didn't associate these two things together before. The second brother, think about it carefully. When this young man saw us, he was really not like an ordinary rural boy. Do you remember his conversation with the fourth brother?"

Wu Zhong nodded,

"The boy was too calm at that time. Now, thinking about it, in his eyes, we are the same as him, and there is no difference."
To be continued...