Mr. Su was very popular in the copycat. In order to welcome the teacher, a grand dinner was held, and more than 200 people in the copycat gathered together.

Xing Zhen was naturally among them. It was just like Cui Bushi and Ask for things. The three of them sat on a small table. The dishes were all in line, exactly the same as other tabletops, and the plates were a little smaller.

As for the dishes, I can't be quite satisfied. Each table has half roast chicken, but Xing Zhen has only three pieces of chicken on the small table.

Looking at all the dishes, vegetarian dishes account for more than half. Stewed radish, stewed with potatoes, and stewed with dried potatoes in cabbage. These vegetarian dishes on weekdays can be seen on the table.

I am really not picky about this. I am used to hard life and never thought about any delicacies.

However, Xing was quite speechless about the names of the parody. Especially Mr. Su, who was a table of people, was not only the old man Yu, but also the centurion’s Kuishan and Qu Cheng.

And the official and the official of grain and grass, the official of the government, is the accountant in the mouth of the east and west.

Among the more than 200 people, Xing Zhen also saw Old Man Yang who had met once. The latter was very enthusiastic and sat next to the small table of the three people and asked some caring words.

It was just a big cigarette puddle pot that had never stopped, which made the three teenagers feel dizzy and swollen.

Mr. Su was surrounded by a group of men in their forties and fifties, both of whom were surrounded by stars. They were named different names, including Mr. Su, some were named Grand Secretary, and some were named Su Yun.

The three-person small table on Xing Zhen also welcomed many adults to come and have fun.

Centurion Kuishan was a burly man wearing a big sword on his waist. He looked at Xing Zhen for a long time and said before leaving.

"I heard from Su Yun that you beat three children of the four major families by one, and the other one bears all the charges. You are a man at a young age, so you must keep this spirit in mind."

Another centurion was composed of a little white hair. His waist was straight and his walking was full of wind.

He pinched Xing Zhen's arm and said in a deep voice: "I have a good body and a seedling."

The accountant, Jin Sanduo, was wearing Ru Shan, shook his head: "Black face, black hair, black eyes, small hands, small feet, small gourd. He is very loyal and loyal, and he has the support of the pillar behind the village."

After saying that, he did not forget to boast: "Good poems and good poems."

Then it caused a lot of laughter and kept joking: "The accountant can't help but write limericks again?

The Rushan man pretended not to hear it and praised himself: "It is easy to forget when you are old, so you have to write it down with a notebook."

A man named Ji Dacheng patted Xing Zhen on the shoulder and said, "The copycat is your family. Whoever bullies you? Remember to call the old brothers who are on the copycat to find a place for you."

Zheng Yelang, who claimed to be the captain of the sharp knife, looked at Xing Zhen and smacked his lips: "Is the little body too thin? I can't make up for it a few times a night when I grow up. This is not enough, I have to make up for it."

He was fiddling with two egg-sized stone dice in his hand, called "Fei Lao Da". His most passion was sitting next to Xing Zhen and looking at him.

First, he asked if he was drinking, and then if the food was enough. Finally, he stared at Xing Zhen's palm and praised him: "These delicate little hands can bring a fairy spirit that can touch good cards at first glance."

Xing really complained. When did he become an ornamental product? It seemed that everyone wanted to take a closer look.

After eating, he quickly ran away in shame. Return to his warm room, closed the door and fell asleep, staying away from the hustle and bustle outside.

Walking along the way to Shuiboshan, even if you have any injuries on your body, you still have never interrupted the tempering of the boxing handle. When you come to a strange place, you will also persist.

The village was quiet, and occasionally snoring sounds came out. Xing Zhen alone found an open space in the safe area, his legs slightly apart, and the fist-handled style was completed.

The fist moves through the flowing water, and the snow fog spreads all over the body. He stepped heavily on the snow and made a sound.

There are thirty-six punches in total in the boxing style, and now the Xing Zhen can be used all. The boxing style changes are natural, and there is no sign of artificiality.

Not only that, when you spit your fist in the cold wind, you can't feel the coldness. Instead, your whole body is warm, and even a slight sweat beads appear.

Especially when Xing Zhen feels the meridian lines of the animal skin human body every time, he will find that he seems to be next to a stove, not only with abundant warmth, but also with much stronger strength than usual.

An old man covered in patches in the distance was covered with blue smoke. When the self-punishment appeared, he kept observing himself secretly.

Sometimes he smiled and nodded, sometimes he frowned and was startled. He couldn't bear to see that Xing Zhen punched, so he took a deep breath of the cigarette puff.

The thick smoke spread, as if it was isolated from the wind and snow. However, the smoke did not touch the corner of the old man's clothes.

Finally, he couldn't stand loneliness, and the old man slowly walked towards Xingzhen. The latter smelled a faint swallowing and was also aware of it.

Stop practicing boxing and bowing and holding your fists: "I'm old, I haven't disturbed you."

Old Man Yang waved his hand: "No, no, you keep practicing, I'll just watch."

It was better to observe it from afar, but when I saw that I was not angry with myself. When I came to Xing Zhen, Old Man Yang couldn't help but behaved.

Looking at Xing Zhen's boxing technique, he said angrily: "No, right, the boxing stance is loose, the chassis is unstable. Does this kind of fist hit people or ants?"

Xing Zhen was extremely helpless: "That's what Xi Ruobei taught me, it feels good."

It would be fine if I didn't say it, but when I said it, Old Man Yang was even more angry, and he scolded Xi Ruobei, who was thousands of miles away: "A group of little turtles who don't understand martial arts, just pretend to understand if you don't know, but you don't know how to be modest. You have to clench your fists and punch straight."

"We are a little bit apart here, and this one is lifting a height of one inch."

"Stop, stop, and this punch, you should close your punch quickly. I said that your punch speed is the same, and you should change it."

Xing Zhen was dominated by the south, south, west, and north, but found that what Old Man Yang said was quite reasonable, which was smoother than when he was exploring himself before.

Seeing that Xing Zhen was already sweating profusely, Old Man Yang stopped: "Did Su Yun tell you who is your boxing teacher?"

Xing Zhen shook his head: "No."

Old Man Yang was so sorry that he was unable to make a steel: "It's far away in the sky and is close in front of him."

Xing Zhen was dull and looked towards the horizon. After being slapped by Old Man Yang, Xing Zhen staggered and almost fell.

Xing Zhen laughed dryly: "If you have any help, the old man will teach you more."

Old man Yang said impatiently: "Okay, okay, how can we get so much literary? In the future, I will teach you how to practice boxing and how to survive in this water and mountain. You will teach you how to read and read."

"You kid came in time. When you grow up with the servants and things later, it's too late to read and read. There is only a resident accountant who can do lispiano poems in the village. I really have no patience to teach my children. So I feel sorry for you first."

Xing Zhen bowed his hand and said, "I must teach it seriously."

Old Man Yang was so angry: "Where did you get so much red tape? Now go back to have breakfast, then bring Bu Shi and things, and come here to train with me."

While speaking, Old Man Yang pointed to a separate wooden house in the distance and said, "Did you see, I live there, just go find me."

Xing Zhen was puzzled: "Master Bu and the guy are so small, so you have to be trained with him? Isn't it too early?"

Old Man Yang rolled his eyes: "In this Shuibo Mountain, without ability is equivalent to death. In the huge Shuibo Mountain, only the area in this corner of the mountain village you see is quiet and peaceful."

"You have to remember that this is an uncontrollable place. This is a place where wild animals roam in the mountains and forests. If you are careless, you will lose your life."

Xing Zhengang wanted to bow again, but when he saw Old Man Yang glaring, he immediately took back his movements when he was halfway through.

"I've been taught by my juniors, thank you sir."

Old Man Yang: "Don't call me Old Man Yang, Old Man Yang, Grandpa Yang, or Grandpa Yang."

Xing Zhen was ashamed: "You should call him Grandpa Yang."

Old Man Yang looked at the sky: "Go and go quickly, and it will take half an hour to find me. Otherwise, you will suffer."

Xing Zhen said, "Affect the order." He ran away without a trace.

The clerks have already gotten up one after another, and everyone is very enthusiastic about Xing Zhen, unlike a new child.

This also brought a lot of convenience to Xing Zhen, and he easily found Cui Bushi and asked for things. When these two little guys heard that they went to see Old Man Yang, they were almost the same as rats, and their legs began to tremble before they reached the wooden house.

After eating, Xing Zhen was depressed and absent-minded. He was mentally conscious and felt that the two little guys were full of sorrow. He stretched his neck and looked at the foot of the mountain.

I couldn't help but take out another piece of white paper. I had read it for more than five times in half an hour, but Xing Zhen was still reluctant to leave it.

The above are Mr. Su's instructions and expectations. I didn't want to see the sadness of parting, so I left quietly early in the morning.

An old man and a gentleman in white slowly left the village.

Mr. Su said: "Take good care of Xing Zhen so that he can grow enough during this period and be able to accept you."

Mr. Pang patted his chest: "No problem, Master Su Don't worry. Feng Yu has one person or will swear to protect Xing Zhen to death."

"Pang Laoyan is serious, but he just wants Xing Zhen to grow up and recognize you. Maybe I can't come here for a long time, so Xing Zhen will be handed over to Mr. Pang."

"You have decided to leave Qingyang Town?"

"Yes, the five surnames of Xing Suji and Dashang are too obvious together. They would not have been discovered in Qingyang Town, but they did not expect Liu Xian to suddenly appear. After returning, they would definitely say it in detail. With Chonghu's intelligence, they would definitely think that it was us."

"Okay, stay away as soon as possible. You, Lao Shang and Li Ru, you must pay attention to safety. Where are you going next?"

"Beiliang is located in the northern desert, and the people are not controlled by the Dalu Dynasty. It is suitable for us to develop and grow."

"What a pity, we old bones cannot fight with you. Life is regretful."

"Where is Old Yu saying something, his heart is twisted and his strength is used. Sooner or later, he will succeed."

"After Mr. Su went down the mountain, tell Lao Yu that everything has been safe recently on the mountain, so don't worry. Be careful when you are alone in Shanliang County. Don't be caught by the government."

"After going down the mountain, I happened to go to the blacksmith shop and then Yu Qinglu. Mr. Pang was relieved to convey it. Has the white wolf sent to him a few years ago born?"

Mr. Pang looked incredible: "It's strange. I haven't had a baby for several years. This is the first time I have seen it. However, the area of ​​the White Wolf's operation has been a little uneasy recently, and roars often come from time to time. It's not just the White Wolf's own voice."

Mr. Su said: "This white wolf has some tricks, so please pay more attention to it. I didn't know what was attacked in Qingyang Mountain, so Shang Wu and I happened to meet a seriously injured white wolf."

"I was worried that the white wolf would be attacked again, so I sent it to Shuiboshan. A few years have passed in a flash. I wonder if the white wolf would recognize us now."

Mr. Pang said: "The White Wolf is very spiritual and will definitely remember Grand Secretary Su. This time he came in a hurry and will take you to see it next time."

Mr. Su suddenly stopped and bowed deeply: "I will have to part with you for a thousand miles. I have been more than ten miles away from the mountain village. Mr. Pang please stop. There are many bandits in the waters and mountains, and Mr. Pang is too dangerous to be alone."

Old Man Pang replied: "Since that's the case, Mr. Pang will no longer send it away."

Mr. Su finally reminded him: "Don't tell old man Guan that Xing Zhen is here, and don't let him know Xing Zhen's identity. Otherwise, there will be no secrets just with his mouth. Xing Zhen is too young to know too much."

Mr. Pang said seriously: "Don't worry, Mr. Su, everything has been arranged."

The figure in white clothes drifted away, and the old man stood on the mountainside and looked away.
Chapter completed!