Rebirth starts with many children and good fortune

The strange man barged in.

Cheng Feng glanced at him, not recognizing him.

He must be looking for Zhang Zhuo.

Ever since Cheng Feng entered the county town and started practicing martial arts, he had always maintained a low profile.

Except for the nightly activities that somewhat affected the neighbors, Cheng Feng had never argued with anyone.

When going out to buy household items, he would always use money to solve problems, never haggling.

Bargaining back and forth would only harm the harmony, wouldn't it?

As long as it was reasonably suitable and he wasn't being ripped off, it was fine.

Therefore, Cheng Feng was certain that the man was not there for him.

He silently picked up a mouthful of food, watching Zhang Zhuo handle the situation.

As expected,

the man directly announced his purpose: "Zhang Zhuo, your Brother Li has arrived."

Zhang Zhuo looked at the man who had disrupted his conversation with Cheng Feng, and asked blankly: "Li Mo? What are you doing here? Aren't you busy with business?"

Li Mo smiled and said: "How could that be? I came because I knew you were here, and I wanted to treat you."

He turned to the waiter outside and shouted: "Bring up the good wine, bring my jar of Yun Chun Brew, and a few of your signature dishes."

Cheng Feng couldn't see the situation clearly; it didn't seem like he was here to cause trouble.

This was Zhang Zhuo's treat, so he should observe the host. It was best to remain silent now.

Li Mo, however, was a natural at making friends.

With good wine and good food,

he started toasting with Zhang Zhuo.

Zhang Zhuo pondered the purpose of Li Mo's sudden intrusion.

After a couple of cups,

he pointedly asked Cheng Feng: "This brother looks unfamiliar. May I ask for your name?"

A glint flashed in Zhang Zhuo's eyes. Here it comes.

Li Mo had once helped Zhang Zhuo.

Therefore, Zhang Zhuo owed Li Mo a favor.

According to Li Mo's status and position, he lacked nothing.

His sudden intrusion, and the way he pulled Zhang Zhuo in,

instantly made Zhang Zhuo, who came from a large family, understand.

Martial arts schools had competitions, and so did the various large families.

You have this friend, I have that connection.

As long as it didn't involve murder, or crippling injuries,

the backstabbing, underhanded tricks, and jokes were all within the acceptable range of the large families.

This was also a means of cultivation and selection for the large families.

Zhang Zhuo didn't know why Li Mo was asking about Cheng Feng.

But he owed Li Mo a favor, so he had to go along with it.

Moreover, it wasn't a big deal.

He introduced Cheng Feng: "This is Cheng Feng, the tenth disciple recently accepted into my Iron Mountain Martial Arts School."

Then he introduced to Cheng Feng: "Cheng Feng, this is Li Mo, the young master of the Li family. This restaurant belongs to his family."

Looking at the man in front of him with a rather feminine face,

Cheng Feng's first impression was that he was a sissy.

His second impression was that this person was not easy to provoke, like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows.

However, one shouldn't hit a smiling face.

Cheng Feng stood up, cupped his fist, and said: "I am Cheng Feng, greetings Brother Li."

Li Mo then said with a sudden realization: "Cheng Feng, the closed-door disciple of Head Wang, I've heard so much about you!"

Cheng Feng was full of question marks.

Closed-door disciple?

Me?

Is it me?

How come I don't know?

Didn't anyone tell me?

Could you have been deceived?

Cheng Feng quickly cleared up the relationship and corrected him: "Not a closed-door disciple, I'm just the tenth disciple who was recently accepted."

Zhang Zhuo, who was next to him, was shocked.

Closed-door disciple?

Representing the ability to inherit the mantle of the head of the school.

Representing that the head of the school would no longer accept disciples in the future.

Even more representing that Cheng Feng had extremely high martial arts aptitude that could be recognized by Wang Tieshan, one of the top experts in Qingxi County.

Wang Tieshan was preparing to wholeheartedly teach Cheng Feng?

Regarding Cheng Feng as the future hope of the martial arts school?

If someone else said it, Zhang Zhuo would just laugh it off.

But the person in front of him was the young master of the Li family.

The Li family, with a century-old restaurant background,

was well-informed about restaurant news.

But they were definitely not as well-informed as the Li family's higher-ups.

What was determined by the Li family was basically almost certain.

This news was too shocking.

Zhang Zhuo, as the ninth senior brother of the inner sect, had not received the news.

How did Li Mo know?

So that's how it is, a flash of wisdom flashed in Zhang Zhuo's eyes.

A closed-door disciple proves that the head of the school will not accept any more disciples and will wholeheartedly teach Cheng Feng.

Living together day and night,

Cheng Feng could pass on any words to the head of the school.

This mouthpiece was the disciple that the head of the school paid the most attention to.

He would not allow this disciple to grow crookedly.

It was even possible that the head of the school would directly step in to solve the trouble.

Good for you, Li Mo.

You want to cast a long line to catch a big fish!

Cheng Feng didn't understand the meaning of a closed-door disciple yet,

but Zhang Zhuo and Li Mo had already exchanged countless eye contact.

The two of them brought the confused Cheng Feng into the chat rhythm between you and me.

The atmosphere went straight to the top,

Li Mo transformed into an extremely enthusiastic host,

frequently toasting the two of them.

In a few words, he learned that Cheng Feng wanted to learn some medical skills as a means of self-preservation.

Li Mo was overjoyed and said boldly: "It's our first meeting, I didn't expect Brother Cheng Feng to have the energy to study medicine. It just so happens that I know a medical expert. I'll ask tomorrow if he accepts apprentices. If he does, I'll send someone to inform you. Oh, I don't know where Brother Cheng lives yet?"

Looking at the extremely enthusiastic two people, Cheng Feng saw something. He guessed that the identity of the closed-door disciple could help them, and they wanted him to owe them a favor first.

He smiled and said his address at House Number Two, and told them to leave a message there in the future.

Cheng Feng didn't want to owe favors.

He knew that human debts were hard to repay.

But his medical studies were important.

Medical skills,

that could save lives.

The masters of Da Zhou really valued their skills more than their own lives.

Cheng Feng had tried hard to inquire in many ways before.

Later, he gave up.

No, no old doctors were willing to impart even a little.

Unless he offered tea and wine and established a master-disciple relationship.

Then he could teach a little bit.

It was the same old set of rural hunters.

Cheng Feng was helpless and gave up.

Seeing Zhang Zhuo and Li Mo promising to pay attention,

Cheng Feng felt that it was worth it to have medical skills.

It concerned his future key things,

and could bring him long-term benefits.

Cheng Feng had no reason to push it away.

Drinking Li Mo's Yun Chun Brew,

the taste was indeed better than ordinary wine.

But compared to the industrialized liquor he had drunk,

it was still a bit lacking.

Cheng Feng had considered distilling wine to get a more mellow wine before.

But he didn't know anyone who did that kind of thing,

so he gave up.

But with Li Mo here, maybe he could try it. It would be good for everyone.

However, he should wait and see.

Cheng Feng's way of getting along was to slowly get to know each other over time.

Only those who remained after the storms were true friends.

Cheng Feng had previously tried to sound out the hotel owner, asking if he could sell good wine in the tavern if he had any.

The shopkeeper directly asked Cheng Feng to bring out samples.

Cheng Feng joked and laughed and left.

There were still two small jars of wine at home.

It was still that sentence.

Cheng Feng was a hand-crippled, experience master.

Rich in theory, zero in practice.

He had thought about it, simulated it, but he had never done it.

Looking at the two young masters smiling and drinking good wine,

Cheng Feng was afraid that he would have to go back to the martial arts school and ask about the closed-door disciple thing.

He wouldn't be at ease if he didn't ask clearly!

This matter concerned himself, the protagonist, but the actual protagonist was the last to know.

Was this reasonable?

This was not reasonable.

After eating and drinking enough, Cheng Feng decided not to bother Master for now, and first ask Zhang Zhuo and Li Mo, who were almost drunk.

Don't look at them being dizzy from drinking, but they could still say the meaning represented by the closed-door disciple one sentence at a time.

Li Mo was still saying next to him: "Cheng, Brother Cheng, I, my news, not necessarily, accurate, you finished, you can go ask, hiccup, Head Wang, you can, you can, confirm again, but, but you must not say it was me who said it."

Cheng Feng nodded and said: "That's natural."

Seeing that the two of them were almost done, Cheng Feng pretended to be dizzy on the surface: "Almost, thank you for the brother's hospitality, I, I should go back."

Cheng Feng evaluated the wine in his heart without any fluctuations: the alcohol content was low, the taste was mild, and the aftertaste was okay, much better than what he bought.

Zhang Zhuo and Li Mo were dizzy.

Cheng Feng had a headache. Fortunately, Li Mo's personal attendant was still waiting outside the door.

He called the attendant to take care of the two young masters.

Cheng Feng walked out leisurely.

Walking downstairs, he looked back at the Hongyun Restaurant.

Turning around and leaving, the drunkenness in Cheng Feng's eyes was gone, and he was very energetic.

And in the private room, the shopkeeper came up personally and whispered: "Young Master, that guest is gone."

The two people who were still趴 on the table also straightened up with a激灵.

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other.

"Young Master Zhang has a good capacity for liquor."

"Young Master Li has a good capacity for liquor."

"Hahahaha"

Good fellow, the three people at a table were all pretending to be drunk.

The shopkeeper was no longer surprised.

This was not something he needed to understand.

After saying everything about Cheng Feng's performance downstairs, the shopkeeper retreated.

Li Mo thought: "Want to study medicine, and lack money?"

Zhang Zhuo looked at Li Mo thinking next to him and smiled: "Brother Li, I have returned the favor from last time."

Li Mo responded: "That's natural, thank you Brother Zhang for the introduction."

Zhang Zhuo waved his hand and said: "What about the medical matter?"

Li Mo said confidently: "It's up to each of us."

Zhang Zhuo cupped his fist: "Brother Li is quick to speak."

Li Mo拱手: "Brother Zhang is polite."