Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

Beside him, a man about 50 years old with big eyes and a strong figure nodded: "Yes, this Zheng Huaigu is the senior brother of our Baji Patriarch, but he was kicked out because of adhering to the independent way. Master."

"Tsk tsk." Beside the woman, a handsome young man wearing sunglasses said with great interest, "Wanwan, I didn't expect your family to have such an unknown history. You walk alone, tsk tsk~"

Zheng Wan glanced at him, and said in a cold voice, "He Qingquan, if you came here today to see our family's jokes, please come back."

Seeing Zheng Wan walking towards the village, He Qingquan was a little anxious, and quickly followed: "Don't, Wanwan, this place doesn't shit, I can't go back even if I want to."

As he spoke, he quickly winked at a burly young man beside him.

The young man understood, and grinned: "Yes, sister, Brother Quan just said it casually, and I think there is nothing wrong with what Brother Quan said."

"Tell me what the old man thinks. This guy insists on us moving the ashes here. Let me first agree that I won't move it. How unlucky it is."

Having said that, he looked at He Qingquan and said with a smirk: "Brother Quan, I will trouble you when the time comes, this is an opportunity to show it in front of my sister."

He Qingquan was about to anxiously refuse when he heard this, but then he looked at the iceberg-like Zheng Wan, and swallowed the words back.

"Yes, let me move then!"

Zheng Wan sighed, and explained: "Xiaohao, the old man asked us to come here, of course he has his own intentions, don't forget that after a while, the South-North School martial art exchange meeting will begin."

"Hey, what does that have to do with this old man who was kicked out of the school long ago?"

Zheng Hao was in a hurry and asked quickly.

"Grandpa Zheng Huaigu has a solid foundation in Bajiquan, and he is only one step away from the fusion of muscles, bones, skin and flesh. It is no exaggeration to call him the master of Bajiquan."

"If we can recognize our ancestors and return to our clan, our northern faction will naturally overwhelm the southern faction."

Uncle Fu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, with a helpless look on his face: "Xiaohao, you and Qingquan are both the new generation leaders of the Northern Martial Arts Association, don't lose the rules and make outsiders laugh at you."

"Come on, Uncle Fu, how can you meet people in the circle in this crappy place?"

He Qingquan shook his head and scoffed at this.

As she got closer to the clinic, Zheng Wan's expression also became a little dignified: "Don't mention why you came here after you pass by, you have to abide by the rules that should be observed. I have a hunch that this trip may not be so easy."

"My surname is not Zheng..."

He Qingquan curled his lips, and wanted to say something more, but when Zheng Wan gave him a sharp look, he held back the second half of the sentence.

The four came all the way to the clinic and stopped at the door.

There were quite a few people standing in the clinic, all dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, with sad faces, waiting for the time for the funeral.

"Oh, this battle is big enough."

Zheng Hao counted at random, there were at least 100 people standing in this clinic, counting the ones at the door, there were more than [-] people in the entire funeral procession.

"Who is that guy?"

At this moment, the four noticed Lin Qing who was surrounded by villagers.

Unlike other people in filial piety, he has a white turban tied around his head.

"Grass, didn't you say to abide by the independent way? Isn't this still getting married and having children?"

Zheng Hao spat, a little upset.

Zheng Wan beside her didn't speak, her brows were slightly frowned.

"Come here."

The corner of He Qingquan's mouth curled up, intending to show himself in front of the goddess, and beckoned to a villager.

"Boss, are you talking about me?"

"Yes, it's you."

As he spoke, he took out a pack of soft Chinese from his pocket and stuffed it into the villager's hand.

"Oh, I'll go, the boss is in good health and making a fortune."

The villagers immediately smiled and put the pack of cigarettes into their pockets.

"Who is that guy?"

He Qingquan raised his chin in Lin Qing's direction and asked.

"You mean Nephew Lin?"

The villagers were slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "People in our village have been living in the village since they came back from the big city some time ago."

"Surnamed Lin?"

He Qingquan thought for a while, and continued to ask: "He and that Zheng...Zheng..."

"Mr. Zheng."

"Yes, yes, what does it have to do with him?"

The villagers scratched their heads, and there was doubt in their eyes: "I don't know, but I heard from everyone that he seems to be Doctor Zheng's apprentice."

Hearing this, the four of them looked at each other and understood.

"Oh, this is abandoning martial arts to become a doctor, I said."

Zheng Hao snorted coldly, but didn't say any more.

"Let's go first."

Zheng Wan's expression stretched, and she nodded.

As soon as the three entered the mourning hall, they became the focus of the villagers.

Whether it's clothing or temperament, they don't look like people from this village.

Fu Bo looked at Lin Qing, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He, who has always been experienced, can't see the depth of this young man.

"Which one of you?"

Lin Qing walked over and looked at the pretty Zheng Wan.

"We are here today..."

He Qingquan swept Lin Qing up and down, and was interrupted by Zheng Wan in the middle of speaking.

"Hi, I'm Zheng Wan, the vice president of the Northern Martial Arts Association, and this is my business card."

Zheng Wan smiled slightly and spoke.

After receiving the business card, Lin Qing paused for two seconds on her green fingers.

Glancing casually, Lin Qing returned the business card: "Is there something wrong?"

Zheng Wan nodded, and said in a very official tone: "That's right. Although Mr. Zheng is no longer under my Zheng family's Baji sect, but the master has passed away, we, as juniors, naturally have to come and pay our respects."

Lin Qing stared at the faces of the four of them for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, you can worship."

Then he stepped back.

"Thank you."

Zheng Wan nodded at Lin Qing, and led the three of them forward.

She clasped her hands together and was about to bow.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, Lin Qing who was standing on the side suddenly spoke.

"what happened?"

Zheng Wan turned her head and asked in doubt.

Gudong~

For some reason, her heartbeat sped up inexplicably.

This handsome young man looked kind and amiable, but for some reason, when she looked at him, she always felt a great pressure.

She only experienced this invisible sense of coercion when facing the old man at home.

Lin Qing pointed at He Qingquan, expressionless, and slowly said: "You, take off the sunglasses for me."

Chapter 73 See you in the picture!

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Wan's heart sank, the trip was not as easy as she imagined.

Although she is the vice president of the Northern School of Martial Arts Association, she is in charge of all the big and small affairs of the association. She has also met many bigwigs from all walks of life, and she has come into contact with leading figures in the martial arts circle around her.

However, she couldn't see through Lin Qing.

This seemingly calm young man is like a bottomless cold pool.

"Heh." Upon hearing this, He Qingquan pressed down his sunglasses, and looked up and down Lin Qing contemptuously.

He's Taijiquan is considered to be the best branch in the martial arts circle today.

The 24 forms of Tai Chi we have learned today are adapted from it.

It's just that this way of Taijiquan has deviated from traditional martial arts, and has begun to develop towards strengthening the body and prolonging life.

His father specializes in teaching big brothers that ordinary people cannot touch, and his uncle "promotes" Tai Chi abroad.

Over the past few years, He's Tai Chi has been developing better and better, and there are already more than a thousand disciples under his sect.

It is not an exaggeration to say that He Qingquan is a standard rich second generation.

As the son of the head of He's Taiji family, He Qingquan also came into contact with the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich people.

What he never expected was that a country bumpkin dared to make him take off his sunglasses.

He Qingquan's eyes were condensed, and he slowly unbuttoned his shirt: "Boy, today I will let you know what it is..."

"Qingquan!"

In the middle of speaking, Zheng Wan immediately interrupted it, winking desperately: "The sunglasses have been taken off."

Seeing the dignified expression of the person he likes, He Qingquan forcibly suppressed his anger, spat, and took off his sunglasses.

At this time, the surrounding villagers also noticed something was wrong, and their gazes towards the four became unfriendly.

"Sorry, do as the Romans do, we are abrupt."

Zheng Wan smiled apologetically at Lin Qing, and apologized.

Lin Qing didn't say much, but nodded, "Bye."

The mourning hall became extremely quiet for a while. Just now they were discussing the funeral location, and the crying villagers calmed down, staring hostilely at the four people who bowed in front of the coffin.

Then He Qingquan bowed four times almost being held down by Zheng Wan.

"We are going to have a funeral soon, please come back after worship."

Lin Qing could see all the expressions on the faces of these four people, and said lightly.

He Qingquan was the most perfunctory, bowing a few times without even looking at it.

Although Zheng Wan looks serious, it gives people an extremely official feeling.

Only Uncle Forbe had a respectful expression on his face.

"Little brother, I don't know your name yet."

Zheng Wan didn't leave, and gave Lin Qing an official smile.

"Lin Qing."

"Brother Lin, folks, it's like this. You may not know the origin of Mr. Zheng and my Zheng Baji."

Zheng Wan smiled at everyone, and said what she wanted:

"Mr. Zheng is the eldest disciple of our patriarch. When he was young, he was expelled from the sect for some reasons. Now that the sea has changed, the old ones are old and have left. Let's do the things of the older generation. Bad evaluation from juniors."

"Now our old man wants to take old Mr. Zheng back and enshrine it in Zheng's ancestral hall. At that time, we will hold a big funeral. It can be regarded as rectifying the old man's name and returning his soul to his hometown. There is a place of peace of mind."

As soon as the words came out, the villagers immediately made noise, with surprise on their faces.

They didn't expect Doctor Zheng's background to be so serious.

Zheng Wan clapped her hands and smiled kindly at the villagers: "On the other hand, since Mr. Zheng is the Baji Grandmaster, we thought about going back to communicate with the local leaders and changing the name of our village. Building a martial arts resort based on Bajiquan culture can also be regarded as stimulating our local economic development, what do you think?"

Hearing this, the villagers immediately boiled over, discussing in one go.