martial arts accelerator

Chapter 121
Chu Boxi

Age: 45 years old

skill:
Zhenshan Palm (Back to Basics)

Hunyuan Scripture (Entering the Hall)
Seven evil spirits in the tiger's walk (supernatural)
Internal strength has been cultivated for 87 years

"Chu Boxi? There is such a master in Zhizhou Prefecture, and I have never heard of such a name."

Full of doubts and doubts, but did not dare to stop in the slightest.

After running away from Zhizhou Mansion for a considerable distance, Zhang Yong saw that Tianshidi was listening, but no one chased him out, so he hurriedly found a hiding place.

They had just exchanged a single move, and had suffered some internal injuries. The impact of the barely suppressed energy and blood made their internal organs hurt. Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly sat down and adjusted his breathing.

With Zhou Tian running, his breath gradually calmed down, and Zhang Yong picked up the brocade box placed by his side.

As soon as he opened it, he saw a fist-sized bead emitting a faint blue light, which made him excited.

Based on this, when Jiang Yiyu's money arrives the day after tomorrow, he can go to Sancha Town.

Zhang Yong got up and tried to move around, and felt that there was no serious problem, so he found the right direction, walked back to his room, and removed the disguise at the same time.

The shadow of the moon is bright and dark, and there is nothing to say all night.

Early the next morning, with a knock on the door, Qian Sancai shouted loudly.

"Someone is coming from Zhizhou Mansion! Quickly pack up and follow me out to receive them."

Zhizhou?Zhang Yong shivered in shock, quickly put on his clothes and followed out.

"It's rare for Song Zhizhou to visit in person."

"Hey, Xiao Meng, we are already familiar, so you don't have to be polite."

In the hall, the voice of the conversation has been heard from afar.

As soon as he entered the hall, Zhang Yong hesitated for a moment when he saw everyone's eyes on him, and followed Qian Sancai to sit in the vacant seat reserved.

Song Lide laughed and said: "This must be Zhang Yong from Guishui Hall. Hall Master Ling really has a vision. Before he left, he found such a successor among all the talented people."

Meng Liang smiled slightly: "Your Excellency, Zhang Yong has not been here for a long time, but the brothers in the hall are very convinced of him. With him, I, a disabled person, feel at ease."

"Xiao Meng's evaluation is not low."

Meng Liang didn't answer, but turned to his side and said, "Come on, Zhang Yong, this is our Master Zhizhou of Liangzhou City. This time he heard about the changes in our Guishui Hall, and he specifically wanted to meet you."

Zhang Yong was still thinking about the other party's purpose in his heart, he stood up and saluted in a daze.

"I have met Lord Zhizhou."

"Don't be too polite."

Song Lide waved his hand, stared at Zhang Yong and carefully sized him up, and kept praising him.

"It's really chic and heroic."

Zhang Yong forced a smile to respond.

"I heard that in the last battle, Brother Zhang shined brilliantly. His masculine inner strength was unleashed, and Feixue couldn't get close to him, and his boxing skills were superb. It's a pity that the battle was over when I rushed, and I couldn't see Brother Zhang's situation." style."

This old boy is doubting me.Now Zhang Yong has figured out the reason.

"Where there are, there are as many people who are good at martial arts in Jianghu, and there are many masters among them. It is not worthy of Mr. Song's evaluation of perfection."

After disguising himself as Li Yi, the difference in body and appearance is not small, Zhang Yong is confident, and he is more comfortable in dealing with it.

The old man and the young man were polite to each other for a long time. Song Lide felt that there was no problem, so he left with his men.

"What's the meaning of Song Lide? I always feel that the visitor is not kind?"

Qian Sancai looked at Yuan Que's back from a distance, and stroked his mustache.

Zhang Yong chuckled: "Never mind him, anyway, the soldiers came to cover the water and earth."

Meng Liang turned around and went to the martial arts training ground, and then there was a familiar shout.

"Don't be lazy, let me practice hard!"

Qian Sancai shook his head cheerfully, and walked towards the cashier.

"Hey, old Qian, wait a minute." Zhang Yong shouted, and quickly followed.

Qian San turned around in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yong put his shoulders on him: "Do you know how to get to Sancha Town?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Well, Li Shenxing from Ding Huodang, the one who went to the Young Heroes Club with me, asked me to bring him something."

Qian Sancai did not doubt him: "You go out of the city from the north gate and walk along the mountain road all the way."

After speaking, he was still worried that Zhang Yong would not understand, so he took him to the accounting room and drew a simple map for him.

"That's it, can you understand?"

"no problem."

Although it is a bit abstract, Zhang Yong feels that he can understand the general idea.

"When are you going?"

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? Is there nothing wrong with the hall?"

"It's okay, Sancha Town is very close, just don't try to have fun."

After speaking, he began to sort out the account book.

Zhang Yong retreated quietly, and attracted Liang Cunyi who was practicing light kung fu.

"Your master is injured."

Zhang Yong looked serious.

Liang Cunyi was surprised after hearing this: "No way, is it serious?"

Zhang Yong pretended to ponder: "It's hard to say, but there is no danger to his life."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"of course."

Looking at Liang Cunyi's clear eyes, Zhang Yong felt that he was too evil, and made up his mind to practice calligraphy.

But in front of me.
"so much?"

Liang Cunyi followed to the study and looked at a book that Zhang Yong took out.

"Your master's injury. Hey, before he passed out, he only said that he must finish copying this book. This is his greatest expectation for you."

"I see!"

Zhang Yong was shocked by Liang Cunyi's outburst of fighting spirit, and silently poured water and rubbed ink on the sidelines.

"It's been hard work, it's really your master's good apprentice."

Encouraging Liang Cunyi, who was immersed in it, Zhang Yong secretly took out the page he just finished copying.

The sentences on this page are wrong, but the sentences arranged in the middle lines are what Zhang Yong really wants.

"Secret roads are pre-built in the west of the city, and the prefecture has a master at the top of the list, Chu Boxi."

Of course there is the most crucial sentence.

"How do you sell Ye Mingzhu? It's the size of a fist, and it's on sale urgently."

After cutting out these few sentences, and beckoning Liang Cunyi to continue to work hard, he rushed to the outskirts of the city again, calling out birds to take the note away.

After finishing all this work, Zhang Yong quietly returned to the study on the second floor, and saw the little apprentice who was still writing hard.

Zhang Yong asked curiously.

"How far is it?"

Liang Cunyi didn't raise his head.

"I just copied three pages, but I always feel that something is wrong."

"Take your time, don't rush."

Zhang Yong watched happily.

Continuing to let Liang Cunyi transcribe, in addition to considering that he can use it to copy handwriting and cut some sentences for use if necessary, of course there is another purpose.
After all, being a teacher is not a devil.

Zhang Yong sat on the sidelines and waited quietly.

Liang Cunyi paused his hand and suddenly exclaimed.

"Brother Zhang! This... This is an inner skill method!"

Children can be taught.

Zhang Yong smiled in relief.

(End of this chapter)