At the foot of Zhaizi Mountain, Yang Xiuwen and others stood beside the truck that picked them up, bidding farewell to the villagers who came to see them off.

There were so many people coming that the institute's truck was filled with mountain berries, smoked chicken and bacon, and dried mushrooms.

It doesn't matter if I don't accept it. I say it's not for him, but for the institute.

The villagers were so enthusiastic that they even changed his name to Li Xiuwen.

Yang Xiuwen was helpless and moved. The villagers had recognized him and regarded him as a member of the Li ethnic group.

Mr. Bai slapped his chest hard and whispered: "I have passed on the few Zhuyou spells I know to you. According to these, you should be able to quickly master the entire Zhuyou terminology.

Remember your oath, and bring that beast back to me."

He glanced at Feng Min, who was saying goodbye to Shui Xiaoya, and continued: "Girl Min is a good girl. Try to find a way to marry her back. I didn't drink the bamboo, green leaf and hundred flower fruit brew yesterday, so just keep it for marrying them. One jar at a time, no bias.

Not revealing, just right.

Let’s go! Remember, this is your home too, come back often!”

The car had gone far, but Yang Xiuwen could still see that the crowd at the foot of the mountain had not left, and they were still waving.

Mr. Bai, who was standing at the front, was like an ancient pine, standing motionless.

Turning around and sitting down, Feng Min leaned over, hugged his arm, and cried.

He kept saying "Xiuwen, I'm so sad, so reluctant to let go, I love them so much, Aunt Bai, Grandpa, Sha Ya, woo woo woo..."

He patted her hand and said, "It's okay. I'll come back to see them when I have time. I'll come back with you."

Feng Min raised his head and looked at him with tearful eyes, "What you said is true, you didn't lie to me."

"Of course, if you do what you say, why don't you pull the hook!" Yang Xiuwen took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears.

Feng Min glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, "It's a child's trick, who wants to hook you up, huh!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his slender white fingers and hooked at him.

Yang Xiuwen was completely defeated by her inconsistent behavior, so he stretched out his finger and hooked her.

Said: "I'm convinced, you really are..."

Feng Min put her hands on his waist and asked, "How are you serious?"

Yang Xiuwen shivered and said hurriedly, "What you said makes sense!"

Wang Sheng burst out laughing and gave him a thumbs up, "I'm really convinced, you are so talented, hahaha!"

Kunming Institute of Zoology and Plants.

Wen Dexing and others once again experienced the massage of the small fish in the pond. He lay comfortably in the clear water and turned his face to look at Yang Xiuwen, who was surrounded by small fish.

He said, "Xiu Wen, who did you learn your kung fu from? In my impression, there is no such kung fu in reality. How should I put it? It's a bit like the legendary magic!"

After picking off the small fish that jumped to his mouth, Yang Xiuwen replied, "Professor Wen, my Kung Fu is not just a showmanship in the traditional sense, but a real ancient martial art with inner strength and mind.

The master is Chen Zhiwu, a descendant of ancient Tai Chi, who was once the chief martial arts instructor of the Zhongjing Police School."

Wen Dexing lowered his head and thought, and suddenly asked: "Is it Mr. Chen who is the number one martial artist in China? His ancestral home is Xi'an!"

Yang Xiuwen said with a surprised look on his face: "That should be it. Why, do you know him?"

Wen Dexing shook his head: "I don't know him, but I heard it from President Sui of the Medical University."

He immediately became interested. He didn't expect the master to be so famous in China.

Asked: "Professor Wen, what did President Sui say about him? Tell me!"

Wang Sheng also came over and said, "Teacher, please tell me, my writing skills are already very scary. That day he suddenly disappeared from the second floor and suddenly appeared in the yard. I thought I had met a god!"

Then his master is even more awesome."

Wen Dexing thought for a while and recalled: "More than ten years ago, our major universities held a conference on the future development of education in China. President Sui of the Medical University, President Gu of the Chungkyo University, and Bao Yuan of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences

Always there.

While chatting, we talked about the social security issues in China.

Principal Sui said that if there were more people like Mr. Chen in China, it would not only improve the Chinese police's ability to handle cases, but also serve as a deterrent to other countries.

He said that not long ago, countries around the world held international special police competitions.

Instructors from countries such as Beauty, Perfume, Big Nose, Polar Bear, Plaster, etc. looked down upon China’s special police fighting skills, saying they were all just showy, good-looking but not useful.

After Mr. Chen heard this, he went up to the fighting ring alone. Without saying anything, he tapped them one by one with his hand, and then made a gesture with his thumb downward.

The instructors from several countries felt humiliated and clamored to fight him.

Mr. Chen waved his hand, nodded at them, and then ticked them off, meaning they all would come.

As a result, the instructors from the five countries took action together, without even touching his clothes, and were knocked down one by one on the fighting field.

The instructors from all over the world were completely impressed. They all raised their thumbs and said, "mir Chen, Chinese kung fu, number-one!"

Later, people were sent to China to learn kung fu from him, but Mr. Chen refused to teach him, saying that he was not of my race and his mentality must be different.

At that time, our blood boiled with excitement. This is the backbone of the Chinese nation and the character of the Chinese nation!"

Wang Sheng looked admiring and said to Yang Xiuwen: "Xiuwen, your master still accepts apprentices, what do you think of me?"

Yang Xiuwen looked at his strong figure and said jokingly: "It's a bit difficult to be an apprentice. There may be a shortage of sparring partners. Do you want to be a disciple?"

Wang Sheng couldn't turn around and said: "What do you mean, accompany me to practice martial arts!"

Wen Dexing patted his forehead and said, "Oh, my brain must have been damaged back then. Why did I accept such an idiot like you and let others use it as a sandbag to hit me? Do you understand?"

Yang Xiuwen burst out laughing.

Wang Sheng picked up the water and poured it on him, cursing, "Well, you Yang Xiuwen, then I'll do the sassafrasing, right? I'll treat you as a punching bag and a sparring partner now!"

Yang Xiuwen was splashed with water and repeatedly begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, okay, I was wrong, why not!"

Wen Dexing looked at the two young men fighting together.

He nodded secretly in his heart: "He is sincere and humble to his friends, and ruthless to his evildoers. In ancient times, he was a powerful figure who aspired to the top. This son's future is limitless!"

Bai Yusheng came over at this time and said to Wen Dexing: "Old Wen, the tickets have been booked. I will pack the animal and plant specimens for tomorrow at noon and check them out in advance. You can just go and pick them up when you return to Beijing.
Chapter completed!