Uncle Fu tremblingly handed a letter to Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu took it and looked at it. There were four words written on the envelope: "My disciple personally writes this."

As soon as he saw these four words, Zhang Chu held back tears for a long time and finally collapsed.

He recognized that this was the little old man's calligraphy.

He opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

There weren't many words on the letter, so he read it at a glance.

"My disciple Zhang Chu has seen that he should die as a teacher. No matter who he kills as a teacher, he should do it for his own sake as a teacher. My disciple should treat him with joy and sorrow. Never seek revenge again. A disciple will have grudges and grudges. The gain is not worth the loss.

, as a teacher, you must not smile at Jiuquan."

Zhang Chu tore the letter into pieces with tears streaming down his face, turned around to face the coffin, fell to his knees with a "pop" and kowtowed three times.

Then he stood up and hissed: "Master, please forgive me for not respecting the master's instructions!"

"You want to settle a lifetime of grudges with your life, but I have nothing to say."

"But killing can only be done with a nod of the head."

"He shouldn't have cut off your head!"

"This is not fucking revenge, this is fucking revenge!"

"Since he wants to enmity, then my disciple will take over this enmity!"

"No matter who he is, within three years, the disciple will take his head and place it in front of your spirit!"

"If you have any objections, feel free to come and scold me in a dream. My disciples are waiting for you!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode out.

When passing by the musicians playing desolate music in the courtyard, he suddenly stopped again and said expressionlessly: "Change the music!"

A group of musicians stopped their music and looked pitifully at Zhang Chu, whose face was full of tears. They didn't know whether they should change the music, or what music they should change to suit his liking.

"Today is a good day, isn't it?"

"Won't?"

"Then I'll teach you!"

"Everybody sing with me!"

"Hey, the happy gongs and drums bring joy every year!"

"Beautiful dance brings joy every day!"

"The paint of the sun paints today's day red!"

"The flower of life is our smile!"

"Hey, today is a good day."

"Everything you set your mind to can come true."

"Today is a good day..."

Zhang Chu shouted hysterically with a tone-deaf voice and tears streaming down his face.

He sang "Today is a good day", but his sad voice only made everyone want to cry.

…

Liang Chongxiao's death ruined Zhang Chu's good mood for the whole first month.

He shut himself up at home and practiced martial arts in a self-abuse manner all day long.

From "Tian Shuang Dao", "Golden Clothes Kung Fu", to the Black Tiger Fist and Mang Niu Jin, which he had long disdained, he learned them all and practiced them over and over again, day and night, tirelessly!

The chief helmsman sent people to come here many times to question him, but he sent people to block him back every time.

Even Liu Qiankun came to the door in person and didn't see Zhang Chu's people.

But he didn't show up, but half of the city was shrouded in his anger.

All the members of the Black Tiger Hall are like taking the wrong medicine. They frown at everyone they see, and they will fight if they disagree with each other, and they will not stop until there is blood!

Li Gouzi would lead his blood knife team to run out to cause trouble whenever there was nothing wrong.

From the Sihaitang, to the Chaihuo Gang, and then to the Eight Gates Gang, any gang force that had some problems with the Black Tiger Hall was provoked by Li Gouzi.

Everyone killed more than a dozen people!

But the more unscrupulous Li Gouzi became, the more the gangs he provoked did not dare to act rashly.

They feel wronged.

But they couldn't say anything.

Start a war with Black Tiger Hall?

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that something is not right with Black Tiger Hall.

If we start a war with them, I'm afraid it will be a decisive battle to the death.

Brother, it’s just a living!

There’s no need to have a fight to the death, right?

No one knows what Zhang Chu wants to do and what Black Tiger Hall wants to do.

Liu Wu did know.

But he didn't say it!

Because this is so embarrassing!

The gangsters in the Black Tiger Hall are trying to make a big splash by asking their autistic leader to come out and take over the Black Tiger Hall!

I miss Liu Wu, who has been the master of Black Tiger Hall for three years!

And Zhang Chu took over Black Tiger Hall less than three months ago!

Now that he, Liu Wuzhong, holds the power of the Black Tiger Hall, no one in the hall takes him seriously.

All the gang members were staring at Zhang Chu.

Sure enough, the waves behind the river push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the sand pond!

Shame on you!

…

In the courtyard of Zhang's residence, there are two large pots.

A large wide noodle pot.

A large barrel-shaped cauldron as tall as a man.

Big Bear stood on the human-shaped ladder, using a wooden stick as thick as his arm to constantly stir the iron sand in the barrel-shaped cauldron.

But unlike when Zhang Chu first practiced "Golden Clothes Kung", the medicinal soup boiled in the broad-faced cauldron is no longer a common herbal remedy for burns and bruises.

Rather, they are precious medicinal materials such as tiger bone, ginseng, nux vomica, deer antler, Millafilaria vine, and pangolin.

These medicinal materials can be used in different ways, some can be applied externally and some can be taken internally.

The medicinal properties are also different, some are very beneficial to the human body, and some are highly toxic.

But these medicinal materials have a unified name: the medicine of tiger and wolf!

What is the medicine of tiger and wolf?

The medicine is too strong and exceeds the upper limit of human body tolerance. If the dose is slightly exceeded, it may turn good people into sick people and turn sick people into dead people. You must be cautious when using strong medicines, and be more cautious!

However, the various medicinal materials tumbling in this wide-faced cauldron at this moment are all based on a plan!

Big Bear was waving a wooden stick to stir up the iron sand when Uncle Fu suddenly came out of the kitchen, walked to Big Bear, and said in a low voice: "Xiong, we have used up the seven herbs."

After Liang Chongxiao's funeral was completed, Uncle Fu loaded all the belongings of Liang's house into a carriage and drove the carriage directly to Zhang's house, saying that Liang Chongxiao had asked him to come to Zhang Chu before his death.

After Liang Chongxiao's death, although the remaining savings were not much, they were enough for this old servant who had served Liang Chongxiao loyally for decades to enjoy his old age in peace. If he was still old-hearted and had several wives and concubines, he could also support him.

But after Liang Chongxiao's death, he still remembered Liang Chongxiao's instructions and refused to embezzle even half of his property. This loyalty was indeed touching.

Zhang Chu directly appointed him as the chief steward of the Zhang Mansion, and all manpower and material resources in the mansion were under his control.

Uncle Fu lived up to his high expectations and managed the huge Zhang Mansion in an orderly manner, which satisfied both Zhang Chu and the Zhang family.

Da Xiong was stunned for a moment and said doubtfully: "We have run out of medicine. Can you just send someone to buy it?"

In the past, Daxiong was in charge of all the items related to Zhang Chu in this house, and he knew everything in his mind. But now that it has been handed over to Uncle Fu, he is no longer clear about it.

Uncle Fu looked at the barrel-shaped cauldron in embarrassment and lowered his voice again: "We are almost out of money."

Big Bear was startled and said in a voiceless voice: "All five thousand taels have been used up?"

Uncle Fu pointed at the large noodle pot, and Big Bear understood immediately.

None of those medicines are cheap, and every time my boss uses them, he pays by the kilogram!

Just that pot of medicinal materials would cost around three hundred taels at least!

And for the past twenty days or so, the boss of the family has been frying himself in the iron pot every morning and evening, and the medicinal materials he spent have gone to waste!

"It doesn't matter, I will send a brother to inform Brother Meng and Brother Er later and ask them to give this month's payment..."

"No need to buy these medicinal materials anymore!"

A clear voice suddenly came from the barrel-shaped cauldron. When Big Bear turned around, he saw Zhang Chu grabbing the edge of the pot and slowly emerging from the iron sand.
Chapter completed!