"Brother Wang Chao, if you don't dislike it, let's go in together!" Chen Aiyang pointed to the villa gate and expressed his kindness.

"Okay!" Wang Chao was not vague, and he let out a breath of turbid air and rushed forward.

In front of me is a large yard, sitting on the top of the mountain.

Red walls and yellow tiles.

When I opened the door, there were rockery piles inside, and they were trimmed into antique buildings.

There is also a small lake on one side, with a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, and green plants climb the walls.

The three of them stepped in.

Chen Aiyang and the others seemed to be very familiar with the yard. They took Wang Chao to turn left and right. Several waiters along the way saluted him slightly when they saw him and knew his identity.

Walk through the path and the bridge.

Three people in front of a small artificial lake.

"Grandpa Xue, my brother and I are here to see you!"

I saw an old man sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, wearing loose black Tang suit, with white hair and beard, but meticulously combed.

At this moment, when he heard the sound, he turned his head and saw that his hair was white, but his eyes were bright and energetic, not like an old man in his nineties.

The aura on his body is very similar to the great masters of the Republic of China in the old black and white photos, such as Sun Lutang, Dong Haichuan, etc., every move is full of fist.

This is an old master who lived for more than half a century and experienced the glorious history of the Republic of China where national martial arts were blooming everywhere.

"You are here? Just so happened that I played a game of Zhenlong chess and came to take a look."

The old man spoke without waves, but his tone was sonorous and had a spirit of swords and weapons.

Xue Dian's lineage has a hard fist, and most of them advocate actual combat. This old man has experienced the Republic of China and has been on the battlefield, which obviously has many of Xue Dian's styles.

There is a game of chess on the stone table.

Zhenlong and Zhenlong are a general term for strange and wonderful situations in ancient times. They mostly use skills such as Panzheng, Life and Death, Hand tendons, murderous aura, etc., and most of them have no solution.

But many boxing masters are keen on this path. They are exquisite and beautiful. Black and white chess attack and attack also contain boxing principles. All things are different and the same destination, which is very mysterious.

There were two waiters beside him, slowly cooking wine. Now, seeing that a few more people came, they added a few more cups.

"Hmm? This little brother is..."

The old man glanced at him and immediately saw Wang Chao standing next to Chen Aiyang.

"Old Xue, this person is..." Chen Aiyang was about to introduce.

Wang Chao waved his hand, stepped forward, and bowed.

"Wang Chao, the successor of Xue Dian, please pay homage to senior brother!"
Chapter completed!