After Xiao Yi finished settling the accounts, all the assistants and chefs had left. They were all residents of the town. Xiao Yi and the shopkeeper lived in the house on the left side of the backyard. The shopkeeper went to bed early, but Xiao Yi was playing in the yard.

He started punching.

The set of boxing performed by Yicheng is only the first boxing method for martial arts practitioners. It plays a role in clearing the muscles and bones, which is beneficial to future martial arts practice. Generally, beginners who are five or six years old will practice it for a year and a half, and then they will change to a new one.

Profound boxing skills.

But Yicheng only knew how to use the marrow-cleansing fist, so he performed a set of punches three times in a row. When he was sweating, seven points of the day's sleepiness disappeared. After washing, he went back to the house to sleep.

Yicheng didn't know that as soon as he stepped forward, Mr. Song walked out of the room, looked at the place where he had just practiced martial arts and murmured to himself: "I have been practicing the most basic set of marrow-cleansing boxing for nearly ten years. This guy can be considered a master."

It’s a strange thing. But the moves are solid and not rigid, but he has learned the essence of boxing. It seems that his understanding is not bad, but, hey, after decades, it’s time for Breakthrough Hope to pass on his mantle!"

Mr. Song said to himself, but the desolation in his tone was not understandable to outsiders. He looked at Yicheng's room and seemed to be thinking about something.

At dawn the next day, Yi Cheng got up and punched three times again. After freshening up, he went to open the shop.

The hotel is generally not busy early in the morning. The kitchen has already prepared the ingredients the day before, so everyone else comes late. Xiao Yi makes breakfast every day, boiling a pot of porridge, frying two side dishes, and the steamed buns and buns are also ready.

Just warm it up.

Because the others came late, the shopkeeper didn't get up early, so Xiao Yi started to eat by himself. When he got up in the morning, he was boxing and cooking, so he was already hungry.

Xiao Yi was eating breakfast when he heard someone say: "Give me some too!" [

Xiao Yi looked up and saw Mr. Song looking at him with a smile.

Xiao Yi quickly stood up and said, "Wait a moment, I'll be here soon."

Originally, the hotel didn't sell breakfast, but when Xiao Yi saw Mr. Song, he couldn't refuse it, not to mention that he gave him a tael of silver yesterday.

Mr. Song was served breakfast, but Xiao Yi stood nearby and didn't dare to sit down. When Mr. Song saw Xiao Yi's appearance, he smiled and said, "Sit down and eat!"

"oh."

Xiao Yi replied subconsciously. Seeing Xiao Yi sit down, Mr. Song started chatting with him slowly. Xiao Yi gradually became no longer embarrassed. Mr. Song's tone was calm and without any airs, unlike other guests who lived in Tianzihao.

, every wrong word is a slap in the face and a scolding.

On the contrary, Mr. Song gave people a feeling of spring breeze. Xiao Yi gradually became more relaxed and asked Mr. Song some questions from time to time. However, after working as a clerk for several years, Xiao Yi knew what to ask and what not to ask.

After the meal, Xiao Yi and Mr. Song became acquainted. Xiao Yi found that Mr. Song knew almost nothing and was quite familiar with the customs, culture and history of various parts of the mainland. He really couldn't imagine that Mr. Song looked only forty years old.

It looks like he has been to the whole continent.

But he didn't ask these questions. He just looked at Mr. Song with stars in his eyes. In this closed town, Mr. Song seemed to be a beacon in the darkness. It was too dazzling. Compared with the world he told about, the small town's

How boring people are.

Gradually, for the first time, Xiao Yi had the idea of ​​​​leaving the town immediately and going outside. Although he did not grow up in the town, he was still young at the time and had fled all the way, so people there would pay attention to this.

In the following days, Mr. Song and Yicheng would have breakfast together in the hall every day. Yichen admired Mr. Song's knowledge. In the past few days, he tried his best to prepare breakfast as delicious as possible. As a result, his cooking skills improved after more than ten days.

It has improved a lot.

The shopkeeper would sometimes chat with Mr. Song in the lobby. At this time, Yicheng just listened and did not interrupt.

Two days later, in the early morning, Yicheng prepared breakfast early. Mr. Song and the shopkeeper also came early. They chatted while eating. Mr. Song talked about strange things in the mainland from time to time. Yi Cheng listened attentively.

Crazy like drunk.

"Mr. Song is really a strange person. Judging from your young age, I, an old man who has lived for almost seventy years, have never even heard of what you said, let alone seen it. You can actually experience so much. It's really

I don’t know how you did it.” The shopkeeper said in surprise after hearing Mr. Song talk about an experience he had in the Far West Sea.

"Hey, Shopkeeper Zhao, you are wrong about that. I am not in my forties. Calculated, I am older than the two of you combined. It's just that people who practice martial arts look different."

Mr. Song sighed after hearing this, his words full of vicissitudes of life.[

The shopkeeper and Xiao Yi looked at Mr. Song in surprise, their mouths wide open, not knowing what to say.

This is amazing. It’s not like they have never seen people who practice martial arts, but at most they look a little more energetic than they actually are. According to what Mr. Song said, he is in his eighties. He looks only four years old.

In his early teens!

Looking at the surprised looks of the two people, Mr. Song said: "Actually, I came here just to rest for a day or two before leaving, but I like this kid Xiao Yi. After more than ten days, I feel even more satisfied, so I

I want to accept him as my disciple, teach me martial arts, and inherit my mantle. I wonder if the manager agrees? I can see that you regard Xiao Yi as a relative, so I have to ask for your opinion."

Accepting a disciple? Xiao Yi didn't realize it for a while. Mr. Song actually wanted to accept him as a disciple. Isn't this a dream? Then, wouldn't it be possible to listen to his stories about strange things every day, and one day he could also see them with his own eyes?

Thing?

Moreover, after learning martial arts, he could still do the things he had always wanted to do. Yi Cheng was a little overwhelmed by this sudden joy and stayed there for a while without reacting.

"Crack!"

"Ouch!"

"Shopkeeper, why are you hitting me?"

"Idiot, why don't you kneel down and worship me!"

"Apprenticeship? Oh!" Yi Cheng also reacted and immediately knelt down in front of Mr. Song.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

He kowtowed three times in a row.

Mr. Song was very satisfied and said with a smile: "Very good. From today on, you will be Song Que's only disciple. I will teach you basic martial arts here in the next period of time. That's it for today. You can come to my room in the evening.

, he started practicing martial arts with me."

"Yes, master!" Xiao Yi said respectfully.

Afterwards, a few people chatted for a while, the guys also came, and the number of guests gradually increased.

At this moment, a thunderous voice sounded outside: "Old man Zhao, business is good, there are so many people here early in the morning."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly came forward and raised his hand and said: "There and there, it's all the brothers in the sect who have worked so hard that we have so many guests visiting our town. Why do you, the third master, come here in person today?"

I saw that the person who came was nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a round waist, a shiny head, a dark complexion, thick eyebrows and big eyes, with an angry look on his face. He was none other than Zhang Meng, the third leader of the Qingshan Sect.

"There are more and more people in the past few days. We only have a few people in our family. It's enough! Not to mention me, the eldest brother and the second brother are all in the town. I said old man Zhao, Xiao Yi is a good boy. He looks good.

He is also strong. Let him come as a disciple in the sect in two years, and it will be much better than being a waiter in your school in the future."

"That's because you praised him. It's his blessing. My old man is old, blind and deaf. When he left, there wasn't even anyone in my shop who knew how to count. Those boys even wrote their own names.

No, my little shop is about to close down."

"I know you can't let go of this kid. Now, make me a bottle of wine. I'll drink it and keep busy."

The shopkeeper heard this and said to Xiao Yi: "Go quickly and prepare food and drinks for the third master. Bring up the pot of wine that you were asked to leave last time."

Xiao Yi was busy making arrangements. The shopkeeper took out the ten taels of silver from Mr. Song yesterday from the counter and handed it to Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng said: "You've made a fortune. It's all ingots of silver, which is rare in Qingshan Town."

"There, a distinguished guest came here recently. Brothers have been working hard recently. This is the money for this month's drinks."

Zhang Meng took the money and said with a smile: "Well, you old man Zhao, I think if you give me the money on the front foot, the brothers on the back foot will send it back to you."

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Whatever you say, I can't make money off the hard work of my brothers. I don't dare to say anything else. I am the wine manager here."

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did we, a disciple of the Qingshan Sect, ever fool around in the town, pay the bill, or eat the Overlord's meal? Let's see if I don't break his legs."

Then he threw out a tael of silver and said: "This is the money for today's food and drinks. I will give it to my eldest brother. The second brother will make a pot of good wine each. There will be more reward money."

The shopkeeper was so busy that he said, "I can't do that. I'll treat you to the old man's dinner today."

"What can't be done? If I say you can, just do it. One code will be the same. Stop being wordy and hurry up and get me some wine."

The shopkeeper had no choice but to excuse himself with a smile.

Mr. Song also stood up at this time, smiled at Zhang Meng, and walked to the backyard. Zhang Meng hurriedly stood up and clasped his fists in greeting. After Mr. Song's body had submerged into the backyard, he slowly sat down, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with one hand, and muttering in his mouth:

"Master, he is really a master. Those masters I saw before were just scum."

At this time, the waiter brought the food and wine, and he drank two glasses before taking a long breath and saying "Good wine!"

Seeing that Zhang Meng had finished the food and wine, Xiao Yi stepped forward and handed over a basket, which contained three bottles of the same good wine as Zhang Meng just now.

Zhang Meng laughed and said nothing, turned around to leave, and asked Xiao Yi: "Who was that person over there just now?"

Naturally, Xiao Yi would not reveal the master's identity, so he could only answer: "That's the distinguished guest the shopkeeper said."

"Oh, that's it!" After thinking for a while, he said: "In the future, we won't charge any money for room or food from that guest, they will all come from here."

After saying that, he returned the ingot of silver to Xiao Yi, turned around and left!

Xiao Yi handed the money to the shopkeeper, told Zhang Meng what he said, and asked: "What do the third masters want to do?"

The shopkeeper took the money and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just want to make a good relationship with your master. You are really lucky. Follow Mr. Song and learn hard from now on. Otherwise, see how I deal with you."

Although the shopkeeper said this, he did not mean to be harsh at all. Yicheng secretly made up his mind to work hard to learn his skills, and then do what he had always buried in his heart.

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