My masters are amazing

Chapter 4 Marriage Letter
When the old man died, Wang Bao went to the funeral specially.

When seeing Zhang Xianzhi again, the young man seemed to have changed, completely lost the cowardly and foolish appearance before.

"Zhang Xianzhi!" Wang Bao muttered to himself.

"Zhang Xianzhi? Zhao Yunshu? Marriage letter?"

The young man sitting in front of the old man's grave looked at the dry tomb and then at the marriage certificate found among the old man's belongings.

"Hey! What is this?" Zhang Xianzhi leaned on the old man's tombstone and said.

It's snowing again today, and he's not too cold even though he's wearing a coarse cloth.

"Brother Xian'er!" A group of teenagers ran over.

Judging by the steaming sweat all over their bodies, they should have just finished boxing and kicking.

In Zhang Xianzhi's memory, these boys seemed to have nothing else to do with him except to play tricks on him.

He put away the marriage certificate and looked at the teenagers who came running.

"Brother Xian'er! Don't be sad when your grandpa is dead! Let's play!" Wang Dabiao said with a smirk.

He is the grandson of the old castle owner, Wang Bao's nephew, and the rest of the boys are his henchmen.

"Okay! What are you playing?" Zhang Xianzhi stood up from the snow.

He was burly and tall, even a head taller than these youngsters, and his well-proportioned muscles were faintly visible under the coarse cloth clothes.

Wang Dabiao found that Zhang Xianzhi seemed a little different today.

But he didn't think too much and threw a penny and a tael of silver on the ground with a smile.This tael of silver is enough to have the most decent banquet in the best restaurant in Hutou City.

"You choose!" Wang Dabiao said with a half-smile.

The teenagers suppressed their smiles and looked at Zhang Xianzhi.

What they like most is to see this boy with a physique like a beast bend down in front of them, pick up the penny, and then show that silly smile on his face.

"Children make choices, I want them all!" Zhang Xianzhi picked up a tael of silver and a penny. "Everything I say must also include the money bags on your body!"

Wang Dabiao and a group of teenagers froze in place.

How is this different from before!

"Beat him!" Wang Dabiao roared.

This is one of the favorite activities of the Wangjiabao teenagers for generations.

These teenagers have been practicing with Wang Bao for seven or eight days, and they will inevitably feel that they are already the second best in the world.

As a result, within a quarter of an hour, all the teenagers lay on the ground.

Zhang Xianzhi shook his hands and said with a smile, "I can't bear to hang you naked here in the snowy day, so you should obediently give me the money bag! OK?"

"Today we admit defeat!" Wang Dabiao said imitating the appearance of adults.

"That would be the best." Zhang Xianzhi smiled as he took the money bag they handed over.

Holding the money bag, he hummed a little tune and slowly disappeared into the heavy snow.

The old castle owner and his eldest son Wang Hu, who were hiding in the dark, watched everything that had just happened.

"It seems that the old god really didn't teach him the skills." The old castle master's tone was full of regret.

But his regret is different from Zhao Yunshu's, because only Zhao Yunshu understands how precious Zhang Taiqing's swordsmanship is.

The fourth and fifth ranks in this world are said to be first-rate masters.

And Zhang Sanqing's swordsmanship is directed at the Dao, which can make people reach the first-rank realm.And the old castle owner used his best imagination to speculate that Zhang Taiqing was only a sixth rank.

So although both of them are regretting, the degree is completely different.

"Famous teachers are hard to find! I thought that the second child would be able to catch the eyes of the old god, but in the end he would rather take his own things underground than pass them on to others!
Even his own grandson is unwilling to give it!Why do you say this? "The old castle master said puzzledly.

Wang Hu was speechless for a long time, and finally just shook his head.

He is the eldest son of the old castle owner and the father of Wang Dabiao.

"I spent a lot of money to send the second child to Hutou City, but in the end it was only a seventh-rank, I am still a little disappointed!
The cultivation methods of the upper three ranks are all in the hands of the aristocratic family and the martial arts sect. The head of the song hall vowed that the second child will enter the middle third rank!In the end, he was still stuck on the seventh grade! "The old castle master said bitterly.

"The old god is dead, we should think about the future of Wangjiabao." Wang Hu said in a deep voice.

"Oh?" The old castle owner gave his son a meaningful look. "What do you think we should do next?"

"The old god gave us 16 years of peace. Now that the old god is dead, the bandits on Huangliang Mountain may not be so peaceful..."

"So I asked you what you want to do?" The old castle master's voice was colder than the snow that covered the sky.

"Father! You should let your children and grandchildren have a way to live!" Wang Hu cried with tears.

"It's going to rain! Mother is going to get married! You are now the head of this Wangjiabao, but if you dare to do something wrong, I will still kill you!
besides!When the old god is around, those little brats are teasing his grandson, but I don't care!

Now that the old fairy is dead, you take care of your son! "

After speaking, the old castle master walked into the wind and snow, Wang Hu looked at his back with complicated eyes.

Zhang Xianzhi took the money bag and returned home directly. He lay on the rocking chair left by the old man, thinking about how he should go next.

This Wangjiabao is very close to the outside of the customs. Every autumn, the barbarian wolf riders on the grassland will come to plunder. Women, ironware, tea, and silk are all their targets.

There is Huangliang Mountain less than a hundred miles away from Wangjiabao, and a group of bandits are entrenched on the mountain.

People often say that it is better to enter the gate of hell than to go to Huangliang Mountain.

Those bandits are not righteous thieves who rob the rich and give to the poor, they are a bunch of beasts that eat people just to survive!
In this world, whoever has the biggest fist can live a good life!
So in the final analysis, if you want to live a good life, you must practice martial arts!
But Zhang Xianzhi remembered that the old man told him that not teaching him martial arts was to keep him safe for the rest of his life.

At that time, he was no different from an idiot, if his grandfather didn't let him practice martial arts, he would naturally have no objection.

But now he wants to ask again, but the Yin and Yang are separated.

Zhang Xianzhi stretched, but found that the bed board was short again.

Let's practice martial arts with Wang Bao tomorrow!

The next morning, when the heavy snow finally stopped, Wang Bao saw the tall figure of Zhang Xianzhi in the crowd at a glance.

"People cannot be resurrected after death, so please mourn!" Wang Bao specially came over and said to Zhang Xianzhi.

"Understood, Uncle Wang." In the past few days, Wang Bao has been helping the old man's funeral.

"Practice martial arts well, a man must have hard enough fists to live well in this world!" Wang Bao warned.

He still accepted Zhang Xianzhi's grandfather's affection in his heart, so he treated Zhang Xianzhi somewhat differently.

Zhang Xianzhi really wanted to tell him that besides the fist, there is another place that must be very hard!But thinking of this man who was thirty years old and still unmarried for the sake of martial arts, he didn't say much.

"Still standing still today!" Wang Bao said to the crowd.

The teenagers were disappointed when they heard that they stood up.

"Second Uncle, what's the use of standing up every day!" Wang Dabiao couldn't help shouting.

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