Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

Although it sounds awkward for a grown man to say to you "you are mine", you still have to accept the kindness of the Third Master with tears.

Only the Lou family could have found out this and also knew about the Eight-Armed Arhat. It was normal for them to ask about him, after all, he and Lou Xiao'e had an unclear relationship. Wouldn't it be better for them to find out more about him? Only the Third Master had listened to too many operas and had wrong ideas. A normal person would not think of these things.

However, Zhang Xingwang was quite moved that the Third Master, who usually liked to follow operas and read in mute, could speak so many words in vernacular Chinese in one breath.

Unexpectedly, while he was still feeling touched, the Third Master opposite him suddenly changed his expression, moved closer to Zhang Xingwang, and changed his expression to a flattering one, and whispered with a little embarrassment:

"In fact, I, your Third Master, also want to meet your Master. Young man, can you please introduce him to me? I will pay him a visit and even open the couch to welcome him.

And don't worry, I would rather die than reveal a single word. If someone really wants to know something from me, I will fight to the death to keep this secret."

Seeing the servile smile on Third Master's face, which was more professional than the steward's, Zhang Xingwang felt sick all over.

It seems that San Ye is not only a fan of drama but also a drama expert. He has probably brought himself into the drama and experienced countless plots. This time I finally understand where the lackey in charge learned it from. The whole pigeon market is crooked from the root.

Zhang Xingwang didn't know how to answer at this moment, so the manager whispered to Zhang Xingwang:

"Third Master has loved martial arts since he was young. He believes in the existence of martial arts that allow one to fly around. He also likes to listen to plays about heroes and prodigal sons.

I heard that there is a real master this time, and I was so happy that I didn’t sleep the whole night yesterday. Now I am really a little impatient…”

Zhang Xingwang then realized that he had accidentally fulfilled San Ye's dream of being a martial artist. No wonder San Ye spoke strangely before. He thought that all the big brothers in the underworld were so serious, but after all, he found out that it was his martial arts style.

When he turned around, he saw San Ye still waiting for his answer with anticipation, and his smile became a little stiff, although he really wanted to tell him that Ultraman was all a lie.

But seeing the excited San Ye like a child, I couldn't bear it and could only continue to talk. I said to San Ye helplessly:

"My master usually doesn't see outsiders, so I can't do anything about it. But I will convey Third Master's admiration to my master."

After hearing this, Master San felt as if he had been chased by a spider spirit all night. He was completely exhausted and looked much older. With a look of despair on his face, he said to Zhang Xingwang:

"Young man, can't you be flexible? I don't have much time left, and I just want to meet a real master. Can't you satisfy me?"

Zhang Xingwang felt sorry for the Third Master, but how could I satisfy an old man like you? Besides, he couldn't become a master, so he could only shake his head silently.

The Third Master's face was filled with the words "desperate despair", but suddenly his eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Xingwang and said flatteringly:

"You can do it too. Although you looked sickly before, you look a bit manly now. I guess you learned a few tricks from your master. Can you show me your skills?"

After saying that, he bowed, as if he was worshipping in a chapel. Zhang Xingwang looked at the old man and instantly got goose bumps all over his body.

He sighed helplessly. It seemed that if he didn't show his skills, the Third Master would probably hug him and act like a spoiled child. He quickly dispelled the inappropriate images in his mind. He said seriously:

"My trick of throwing a stone to test the water is close to my master's ability. I will show you my ugly face today."

Then he stretched his arms which were numb after holding the wild boar, and under the expectant gazes of Master Sanye and the steward, he picked up a stone and walked towards the courtyard wall.

With his back to the courtyard wall, he imitated a finger-snapping gesture, aimed at an old branch in the yard, raised his right hand holding the stone, and then flicked his finger.

The stone was instantly hit in the space, and then a bullet flew out quickly along the finger. Fortunately, it was not clear to the naked eye at night. Only the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air and the sound of "pop" hitting were heard, and then the branch instantly fell to the ground.

When San Ye saw this scene, all his despair and feelings of aging disappeared, and he had the expression of a child seeing Ultraman, his mouth open with excitement, unable to speak.

The manager wasn't in much better condition either. His old leg was almost healed. He ran to the tree and looked over and over again with a branch in his hand. He then looked at Zhang Xingwang with an expression as if he had seen his grandmother.

After a long time, the Third Master came back to his senses and stared at Zhang Xingwang, his eyes were a little tired. He said with a flattering expression:

"Little brother, can you ask the old man if he still accepts disciples, or how about you accept a disciple on behalf of the master? I think we are destined to be brothers, how about being master and apprentice?"

Zhang Xingwang only felt a headache, and he covered his forehead with his hands and said with a look of distress:

"I don't think it's very good. You should take good care of your health instead of practicing your craft."

After hearing this, the Third Master slowly raised his arms, looked carefully at his wrinkled hands, and murmured:

"I can only blame myself for being born at the wrong time. Hate...hate! Hate it!"

After being disappointed for a long time, he looked up and said to Zhang Xingwang seriously:

"Young man, you are lucky. I hope you can practice your skills well. When you have mastered it, you must let me see how you can throw a stone to test the water with 100% strength."

Then he laughed loudly and said:

"After seeing this tactic of throwing a stone to test the waters today, I have no regrets in my life."

In the end, the heroic Third Master still walked away with a gait, looking back every few steps. He was afraid that Zhang Xingwang would suddenly change his mind and call him. He even stopped caring about the wild boar and let the manager handle it.

Zhang Xingwang watched San Ye's performance and felt that he was too deeply poisoned by the storybook. The last "long laugh" probably made him put himself into the role. And those two sentences might have been copied from the lines of the hero in the storybook. He was completely obsessed.

Seeing the Third Master walking away and still improvising the "throwing a stone to ask for directions" move, Zhang Xingwang was completely numb. He turned around and whispered to the steward who was about to climb up the tree to check the "wound" of the tree:

"When you have time, persuade the Third Master to stop listening to opera. Look how obsessed he is. And you too. Why are you climbing so high when your legs are not good?"

The manager came down from the tree and watched the Third Master walk away before he slowly told Zhang Xingwang about the Third Master's past.

It turned out that the Third Master had a dream of becoming a hero since he was a child. When he was in his teens, he fell in love with the heroes in the novels and their high-flying kung fu. From then on, he practiced "martial arts" diligently every day. When he was in his twenties, he had made some progress in both southern boxing and northern kicking, and he was invincible in the alleys.

I traveled around for a few years and challenged many martial arts schools. Although I was beaten badly by them all, I never gave up looking for the real genius.

Even so, he still firmly believed in the existence of the heroes in the novels and continued to practice martial arts diligently to strengthen his body.

Although he lost badly every time he challenged a gymnasium, he was able to withstand strong blows and would be full of energy again after a few days, so people in the underworld called him Gui San. It was not until he got older that he was promoted to San Ye.