Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Chapter 78 Chapter 78: Master
(Huamaoyi cannot be eaten overnight, I have been in the bathroom all day!)
Dwarf mules don't eat brains, and they remain dwarf mules all their lives.

Although the long-haired old bean has never joined a club, he is still a member of the martial arts, which conforms to the iron law above.

It's just that his old man didn't make much progress, he only had enough food and clothing, and currently relies on his son for a living.

"Master, this is wrong."

"The Bagua Sect used to be so beautiful, but it's just that it's been unlucky in the past few years."

"Brother Le knows heroes, understands heroes, and is willing to make your name famous in Xiangjiang."

"When the time comes, the Bagua Sect will definitely flourish in the hands of your old man and create greater glories."

Changmao's homework is poor, but his eloquence is not bad, he speaks fluently, and his speech is full of hype, which moves the world.

"Your kid is better than your dad. With this mouth, you can talk better than the white party in Shanghai."

"What a dwarf mule! How promising to be a son-in-law."

"Opening a martial arts gym, you don't have enough money in the red envelope!"

According to legend, the Bagua Gate was established in the Qing Dynasty by Dong Haichuan, the guard and eunuch of Prince Su's Mansion.

Hou Baguamen moved to Tianjin for refuge, and then became one of the Eighteen Martial Arts Schools in Tianjin.

Zhang Yuntian is not the main line, the patriarch is Si Yuangong, who belongs to the Zhang School of Baguamen.

Zhang Yuntian thinks about revitalizing the Zhang faction, but in this world, it is no longer the time for these martial arts people to stir up the situation.

Seven steps away, the gun is fast, and within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast!
"Opening a martial arts gym! It's a trivial matter!"

"You don't need Brother Le to do anything, you and I will deal with it clearly!" Chang Mao patted his chest to assure his promise.

This is really not a big talk, blow water!
It is really not difficult for Xiangjiang to open a martial arts gym now.

Apply for a license and rent a tenement in Tsuen Wan. There is no shortage of students.

Regarding Chang Mao's words, Zhang Yuntian was dubious. When Liu Zai was young, he ran the train with his mouth full of words, and he didn't have a single word.

But he is 70 years old, there are no years to wait.

"Brother Yun, I'm back!"

An old man with a bag of rice on his back pushed the door open, lowered his head and yelled, and then raised his head to see a visitor, and continued: "There are young people coming to the door, it's really the sun coming out of the west!".

"The weasel has no good intentions in wishing the chicken a New Year greeting!"

"Six sons."

"This is Uncle Zhong, he loves you the most, old man, call me!"

"Zhong Bo!"

Chang Mao quickly stood up, helped Uncle Zhong take the rice bag from his body, and helped him sit down to rest.

"Your old bean called the village chief's house yesterday and said you were coming and asked me to prepare meals."

"This street-crawler is always afraid of not getting enough to eat!"

Uncle Zhong, who was sitting on the chair, thumped his legs vigorously a few times, muttering in his mouth.

"Food? No rice!"

"Dehua? I haven't seen his ghost all day!"

Zhang Yuntian closed his eyes again, and asked about Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong took a sip of his tea, glanced at the sun, and said, "Today is a sacrifice to the gods, and Dehua is going to get the roast meat."

"You kid is blessed with roast meat!".

"Okay! My favorite is roast pork."

"I'm going to help in the kitchen."

Chang Mao quickly took off his suit, rolled up his sleeves, and wanted to help in the kitchen.

The Dehua in the mouths of the two old men soon appeared in front of them.

Dehua is eighteen or nineteen years old, with a simple and honest appearance, with slightly protruding lips. Because of the hot sun, his face is tanned, his body is muscular, and his small eyes are shining brightly.

The most striking thing is his hands, his hands are scarred, calloused and rough.

This is Lian Jiazi's hand!
"Master, burn meat to worship the gods."

"Uncle Zhong, I'm back!"

Dehua put down the roast meat in his hand and said respectfully.

"Well, we have a guest today, and the rotten boy of your unworthy senior brother is here, go and meet him!"

Zhang Yuntian swayed slightly with the rocking chair, sent his closed disciple to help in the kitchen, don't disturb him.

Dehua nodded. When he came back, he knew there was a guest coming.

There are no cars parked outside, not even the village head's house.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw a person of the same age busy in the kitchen in full swing, Uncle Zhong was frying dishes, which was very lively.

"Uncle Zhong, I'm back!"

Dehua walked into the kitchen, washed the handles, and began to help.

"Is the temple fair lively?"

"Wash your hands, after this dish is fried, let's eat."

"This is Changmao, the son of your senior brother Liu Zai. He came to see your master today."

Uncle Zhong is presbyopic, but he is familiar with people who have lived with him for more than ten years. Through the steam, he introduces Changmao.

"Little Martial Uncle, I am Changmao."

Long Mao waved a kitchen knife in greeting.

Dehua nodded, smiled, responded to Long Mao, picked up the table made of thick wood with one hand and walked out.

Changmao watched Dehua leave in surprise. The large round table was nearly two meters in diameter and more than twenty centimeters thick. It weighed at least ten catties.

This guy grabbed the edge with one hand and lifted it up, what kind of strength is needed.

"This Lengtouqing, your master has trained him for more than ten years."

"Last year when the land was robbed, more than a dozen rotten boys didn't come close with knives. The head of Lujia Village sent a roast pig over at night!"

Seeing Changmao still looking at Dehua's leaving back, Uncle Zhong explained.

Got the treasure!

Chang Mao made up his mind and prepared to drag this fierce man to Tsuen Wan.

The door is always a guest, Zhong Bo deliberately cooked a few good dishes to entertain Chang Mao.

There is nothing to say about the craftsmanship, but Chang Mao's mind is still on Brother Meng Jiang, his eyes don't look at the food at all, and he keeps drifting towards him.

Zhang Yunshan is an old-fashioned person, he doesn't talk when he eats or sleeps, but he hasn't got the problem of not eating after noon.

In silence, the four ate quickly.

After the meal, Dehua brought two cups of tea, and then cleaned up with Uncle Zhong.

"Why, I've seen it!"

Zhang Yunshan scraped off the foam from the tea leaves with the tea lid, took a sip, and asked casually.

The real person didn't tell lies in front of him, and he didn't hide his long hair, so he nodded vigorously.

"Opening a martial arts gym is fake, but finding thugs is real."

"Putting the banner and boasting about Haikou, I really learned from your father."

"But you are much better than your old man. You don't hide falsehoods in things, and you are really a villain."

"Not bad!"

Zhang Yunshan praised Changmao from the bottom of his heart.

Changmao was a little shy and scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. This was the first time in many years that an elder praised him.

"Master is asking my little uncle to come with me?"

After being shy, Changmao finally came to his senses, and said quickly.

"If I don't go out with you to make money, how can I have the money to reopen the martial arts hall?"

Zhang Yunshan rolled Changmao's eyes, and shouted into the room: "Dehua!".

Dehua, with a towel on his shoulders, came out quickly and stood beside Zhang Yunshan, silent as a statue, waiting for Master's order.

"When you were five years old, I asked a blind man to make a fortune for you."

"He said that you are blind and lack eyes."

"Going out this time depends on your luck!"

Zhang Yunshan looked at his closed disciple, and said calmly.

(End of this chapter)