I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

When Shen Zhi heard this, a trace of embarrassment suddenly appeared on his face.

The Uncle Yue that Tang Ling mentioned was none other than Yue Lu, the owner of Ba Yue Martial Arts School.

Even in Yong'an City, he is a well-known martial arts master.

Although Shen Zhi knew nothing about Tang Ling's identity and origin, he could vaguely feel that she was definitely not an ordinary person.

Shen Zhi once inadvertently noticed that Yue Lu did not have the attitude of an elder in front of Tang Ling, but instead seemed a little servile.

In this way, Shen Zhi became more and more certain of Tang Ling's extraordinaryness.

Apart from anything else, the person who has always been inseparable from her is the best proof.

After several months of hard practice, Shen Zhi has finally reached the threshold of martial arts.

So he could also clearly sense that the man was definitely not simple.

The powerful aura he exudes is enough to scare away the disciples in the martial arts school.

Even the museum owner Yue Lu seemed a little inferior in front of this person.

"I am just an unnamed disciple. How can I be qualified to attend the banquet at the master's house?"

Shen Zhi shook his head and said with a self-deprecating smile.

Every once in a while, Yuelu would test the disciples in the martial arts school, select those with outstanding qualifications and accept them as his true disciples.

The Senior Brother Qin who just mentioned is one of the many true disciples.

But Shen Zhi knew that Senior Brother Qin had no talent for martial arts.

He was able to become Yuelu's disciple only because of the constant amount of money his family gave him.

At least half of the land for Ba Yue Martial Arts School was paid for by Senior Brother Qin's family.

Under the overwhelming bombardment of money power, Yue Lu could not refuse the other party no matter what he said.

What a coincidence, tonight's banquet is the apprenticeship banquet for Shen Zhi's cousin Shen Cong and his other two disciples.

When Shen Zhi thought about how he was deceived by his cousin, he couldn't help but clench his fists.

When Tang Ling heard Shen Zhi's words, she didn't think too much about it. She pulled his arm and spoke crisply.

"It's okay. I'll tell Uncle Yue later. He will definitely not refuse me."

Without waiting for Shen Zhi to say no, Tang Ling smiled and made a pinky promise with him.

"Miss!"

Seeing the two of them having physical contact, the figure who had been standing behind Tang Ling finally spoke.

When he spoke, his voice was low and powerful, as if a war drum was beating, making people feel a strong sense of oppression and their blood surging in their bodies.

"Oh, I know. Are you annoying, Jiu?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Ling let go of Shen Zhi's hand and made a face at the man named Ajiu.

Then she reminded Shen Zhi not to forget the agreement and left the yard, looking back every three steps.

After Tang Ling's light figure gradually walked away, Jiu slowly walked in front of Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi looked up at him, an indescribable sense of fear welling up in his heart, as if he was facing an insurmountable mountain.

Ajiu's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through people's hearts, and he spoke to Shen Zhi in a deep voice.

"Remember, the lady is not from the same world as you, so don't harbor any illusions."

Although it is just a short sentence, the warning it contains is self-evident.

"I don't quite understand what you are talking about, senior."

Shen Zhi lowered his head slightly and said.

Ajiu stared at Shen Zhi with sharp eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he finally took the first step to chase his young lady, but he left a word before leaving.

"Since you've agreed, you must not break your promise tonight. If you disappoint the young lady, you'll have to take care of yourself!"

After saying this, the whole person disappeared in an instant, leaving Shen Zhi alone in the yard.

After staying in the courtyard for a while, Shen Zhi left the martial arts hall and walked towards Yan Xiu's medical clinic.

Since you have promised the other party, of course you have to keep the appointment.

As for the owner of the museum, you naturally don't have to worry about it.

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...

Night falls.

There is no curfew in the Yuan Dynasty today, so people have a very free nightlife.

Especially in the brightly lit city of Yong'an, the prosperity at night is even greater than that during the day.

Shen Zhi changed into a set of clean and neat clothes and walked in the night market.

When night falls, Yong'an City becomes bustling under the lights.

There was a constant stream of pedestrians and the sound of opera was intertwined.

Teahouses and taverns are bustling with people, while brothels and gambling houses are bustling with people, together painting a vivid silhouette of a bustling night market.

Shen Zhi followed the address given by Tang Ling and walked towards Yue Lu's mansion.

As the owner of Bayue Martial Arts School, Yue Lu naturally had a high status in Yong'an City, and he lived in the east of the city where dignitaries gathered.

When Shen Zhi entered this area, he was immediately shocked by the scene before him.

Tall vermilion mansions are lined up on both sides of the street, each one is unique, fully demonstrating the noble status of its owner.

The stone lion in front of the mansion is more than one meter tall and is made of green hemp stone, looking majestic and powerful.

The copper rings on the red doors are set off by the green bricks and black tiles, in an orderly manner.

The lintel is carved with lifelike dragon and phoenix patterns, which seem to be about to jump out.

The doors and windows are inlaid with exquisite patterns, which are delicate and meticulous, and every detail demonstrates the ingenuity of the craftsmen.

Compared with these magnificent mansions, the low-rise houses in Yong'an City are no different from barns for cattle and horses.

The plaque with black background and gold letters is written in large gold-plated characters. The owner behind each surname is someone that Shen Zhi looks up to.

Especially the three masters of the Liu, Wu and Wang families. Whenever they stomped their feet, the whole Yong'an city would tremble.

After walking like this for a long time, Shen Zhicai finally arrived at Yue Lu's mansion.

Compared with the majestic mansions around it, Yuelu’s mansion is a bit cramped, but it still reveals a calm and restrained temperament.

Although it is not as good as the best, it is certainly more than enough compared to the worst.

In the east of the city where dignitaries gather, even the most inconspicuous house is something that ordinary people in Yong'an City will never be able to touch in their entire lives.

Shen Zhi took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and gently knocked on the side door of Yuelu Mansion.

After a long time, the door was gently opened.

A servant in black clothes stuck his head out and saw Shen Zhi outside the door at a glance.

He looked down at the other person and frowned.

"Where did you come from, beggar? Don't you know where you are? You come here to beg for food. Get out of here!"

The servant's tone was full of contempt and disgust, as if Shen Zhi's appearance had tarnished the dignity and solemnity of the mansion.

In the eyes of this servant, Shen Zhi's dress was no different from that of a beggar in the city.

After saying that, without giving him a chance to speak, he slammed the side door shut.

The smile on Shen Zhigang's face froze and his movements also stopped.

As the saying goes, a seventh-rank official is the best at the prime minister's door. Even an inconspicuous doorman is more important than many people in Yong'an City.

But Shen Zhi did not get angry, he just knocked on the door again.

When the boy opened the side door again, there was obvious anger on his face.

"I told you to get lost, right?"

He was about to start cursing when he saw Shen Zhi handing him an invitation.

"I am here to attend the banquet at the invitation of Miss Tang. Here is my invitation."

The servant swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth and opened the invitation half-doubtfully to verify its authenticity.

After confirming that the invitation was correct, his expression eased a little, but he still had no intention of letting Shen Zhi in.

"I know all the guests at the banquet at the master's house today. Where did you come from?"

Although the servant's tone no longer contained the previous sarcasm and disdain, it still contained a hint of vigilance and suspicion.