Zhang Bei no longer needs to deal with Sister Tian's follow-up arrangements.

Give her Tu Yi's contact information and wait until Tian Hao takes his sister to enroll at Yan University.

After staying in Jinling for two days, Zhang Bei finally returned home in the afternoon of the third day.

He fumbled for a long sword from the cabinet and walked towards a remote village with an expression as if he was about to die.

As a place where the inheritance materials of Mountain Runners are kept, Zhang Bei wouldn't even want to come here unless necessary.

The strength of his current body basically comes from this village, which is outrageous but also reveals a trace of reasonableness.

The origin of this village is related to the eighth generation leader.

During the time of war in China, the entire Northeast fell into a semi-colonial state.

But a group of people who once valued martial arts have no ability to resist when faced with guns and ammunition.

The gun is fast from seven steps away, and the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps.

In order to avoid the war and to pass on their martial arts skills, the eighth generation leader took in this group of people.

And during the years when they were escaping from the war, a place was arranged for them to live.

After the war ended, they settled down in Changbai Mountain.

The eighth set of fighting techniques, as well as instructors from some special places and the whole village, participated.

Anyway, someone paid for this group of people's wages, and they stayed in the village most of the time.

After all, any person from the entire village would be out of reach of thirty or forty people in modern society.

After walking up two slopes in a row, Zhang Bei finally saw the fireworks rising in the village at dusk.

Before he even stepped into the village entrance, two piercing sounds came one after another.

The long sword was unsheathed in the blink of an eye and slashed behind him.

"Ding ding!"

Two darts the size of daggers fell to the ground instantly.

"Sister, can you change the way you greet me?"

"There is progress!"

While he was talking, a figure in field uniform jumped down from a nearby tree.

The woman looks to be in her twenties, with Chinese military epaulettes hanging on her shoulders.

He casually patted the leaves on his body and picked up the darts on the ground.

"What brings you here this time?"

"Checking the information, Uncle Bai is at home?"

"Well, at home, our new batch of students haven't arrived yet, so there's nothing going on these days."

Hearing this affirmative answer, Zhang Bei opened his mouth and finally sighed.

Minato, how could it be such a coincidence?

"Then I'm going to find Uncle Bai. Are you busy?"

"Go ahead, don't forget to come when I have no more tasks to do in winter."

"knew……"

The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone.

Zhang Bei walked towards a courtyard in the village with a look of death in his eyes.

The woman standing behind her raised a smile and quickly took out her walkie-talkie.

"Hey, hey, this is No. 7, Xiaobei is here!"

After giving the notice, the woman found a place with a perfect viewing position and sat down, staring straight at the yard in front of her.

Zhang Bei took a deep breath and knocked hard on the door in front of him.

In an instant, the entire wooden door flew up, and Zhang Bei, who had been prepared, twisted his body and dodged to the side.

The long sword stabbed straight forward.

In the smoke and dust, a child of about ten years old was holding an eyebrow-level stick to block the long sword.

Then, using the stick as a fulcrum, he kicked Zhang Bei in the air.

Zhang Bei's face became even more sad, and he swung his sword and slashed to the side.

"bite!"

The eyebrow-qi stick blocked the long sword's attack, but kicked directly towards Zhang Bei's chest.

…

After seeing each move, they fought each other with long swords and eyebrow-level sticks, and they fought for more than thirty moves.

In the end, Zhang Bei was slightly better and ended the battle with a black tiger punch to the heart.

"Senior brother, you have neglected training recently!"

Zhang Bei looked at the ten-year-old child in front of him and gritted his teeth.

"You think everyone is as perverted as you!"

The child raised his eyebrows, turned his head and shouted towards the house. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

"Dad, senior brother's strength has declined!"

"Um?"

A somewhat majestic voice sounded, and a strong man nearly 1.9 meters tall walked over from the house.

This man is Uncle Bai mentioned by Zhang Bei. He is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 75 kilograms.

A person who can arm-wrestle with a black bear when his body is at its peak.

Although I am older now, my physical strength has declined.

But basically, within three moves of beating Zhang Bei, you have to kneel down and beg him not to die.

"Little bastard, let me try!"

Lifting an eyebrow-level stick from the side with one hand, Uncle Bai instantly transformed into a violent bear and rushed towards Zhang Bei.

The extremely oppressive visual impact made Zhang Bei turn around and run away without even thinking.

This man is not unreasonable at all. The eyebrow-leveling stick in his hand is made of alloy from the army.

With the blessing of his strength, a stick can break the skull into pieces.

Zhang Bei named this thing the Vajra Demonic Pestle when he was a child, and he was hung up and beaten for seven hours.

Now he saw that this thing's body still felt instinctive pain.

Uncle Bai is the inheritor of the Shaolin Qi Mei Gun and now works as a fighting coach for the police.

I usually go to the training ground to hit people when I have nothing to do, and I am very good at controlling my strength.

But, not getting hurt doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt!

Zhang Bei absolutely didn't want to suffer this kind of pain, so he ran quickly throughout the village with Uncle Bai chasing him.

In fact, everyone in the village practices martial arts, and basically everyone has taught Zhang Bei.

To put it another way, Zhang Bei was beaten by everyone in the entire village!

But now that they saw Uncle Bai chasing after him, a group of people who were originally not prepared to take action were piqued by Zhang Bei's interest.

After just five minutes of running, there was no road ahead.

The old village chief was blocking the intersection, holding the Tang Jun Mo Dao in his hand, and the smile in his eyes was not concealed at all.

Uncle Bai behind him held the eyebrow-level stick in his hand and knocked on the tree beside him.

On the left is a thin man taking off the weight from his legs.

On the right is an aunt, waving a cold red-tasseled gun.

"Village Chief, I'm just here to check some information. There's no need to mobilize so many troops, right?"

"Xiao Bei, it's so hard to come here once, how can you say it's an effort to mobilize troops?"

Uncle Bai glanced at the crowd gradually gathering around him: "Who comes first?"

"I'll go first. I don't know how much my Bagua Dao Xiaobei has learned."

A man in a Chinese tunic suit was walking up to Zhang Bei carrying a machete.

Looking at the man's serious gaze, Zhang Bei suddenly trembled.

Zhang Bei didn't even learn the Bagua Dao for a few days.

Who needs to remember the Eight Diagrams of Innateness and the Sixty-Four Hexagrams of Acquired Heaven when practicing martial arts?

But the Bagua Dao is free from the Bagua. If you want to learn it, you must know the evolution from the Bagua to the sixty-four hexagrams.
Chapter completed!