Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

"Master Wu, are you okay?"

Yang Yukun quickly stepped forward and pulled Wu Bing up from the ground.

"Ahem... Master Yang, I'm fine."

Wu Bing exhaled slowly, feeling as if Yang Yukun's sternum was about to be broken with a hammer.

"I'm sorry, Master Wu, I was too harsh."

"In a martial arts competition, injuries are inevitable."

"Master Wu, let's go inside first."

"May I ask what kind of move Master Yang used just now?"

"Overlord's Hammer."

"What a Overlord Hammer, hiss..."

"Master Wu, why don't we go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"Then please trouble Master Yang to send me to Guang'anmen Hospital."

"I'll help you get into the car."

"it is good."

Although Wu Bing didn't want to admit that he was injured, the stinging pain in his chest that accompanied his breathing told him that it was very necessary to go to the hospital for a good check-up.

This time it was really careless.

Yang Yukun's strength far exceeded his expectations.

Looking at Yang Yukun who has turned into a gentle and elegant young man again, no matter how he looks, he can't connect with the Yang Yukun who just sparred with him. This appearance is too deceiving.

But Yang Yukun was impressed by his strength. No wonder he could teach such a powerful apprentice like Liu Yuehua.

"Uncle Kun, Coach Wu, I'll go with you."

Yang Yukun helped Wu Bing into the car, and Liu Yuehua also got into the passenger seat.

Then Yang Yukun drove Wu Bing straight to Guang'anmen Hospital and accompanied him to complete the examination.

After a doctor's examination, it was found that the sternum was cracked, but fortunately it was not serious.

But as the saying goes, after a hundred days of strain, Wu Bing can only rest and cannot do any strenuous exercise.

"Master Wu, I'm so sorry."

Yang Yukun once again expressed his apology to Wu Bing. He really didn't want to hurt Wu Bing, so he deliberately withdrew his strength, using only five points of twenty points.

If this was a full blow, it would not smash Wu Bing's entire sternum, hit his heart directly, and send him to see the Lord of Hell.

"Master Yang, you really don't have to blame yourself for this. If you really feel guilty, how about becoming a coach in our martial arts team?"

"Master Wu, are you trying to poach me?"

"Correct."

After seeing Yang Yukun's strength, Wu Bing really had the idea of ​​recruiting him to the Imperial Martial Arts Team.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I'm really not interested in becoming a coach of the Imperial Martial Arts Team."

Yang Yukun refused Wu Bing's invitation without hesitation. He really never thought about becoming a coach in a martial arts team.

He didn't even bother to take care of the affairs of Zhiweilou Catering Company. He left the company to his wife Xu Jingping and became the hands-off shopkeeper. How could he find a job in the Imperial Martial Arts Team?

Although he felt somewhat guilty for hurting Wu Bing, he still preferred to stay at home with his children, cooking, reading and drinking tea.

"Master Yang, do you really want to stop thinking about it?"

"Not consider."

"Ok."

"Come on, Master Wu, I'll take you back first."

"Let's go to Xiaohua's house first. I want to talk to his family."

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay. Didn't you take the medicine? As long as you don't exercise strenuously, you'll be fine."

"Okay, I'll take you to find Xiaohua's parents first."

"it is good."

"boarding."

After receiving medicine at Guang'anmen Hospital, Yang Yukun drove Wu Bing and Liu Yuehua to the No. [-] Zhajiang Noodle House in the old imperial capital.

On the way to the No. [-] Zhajiang Noodle House in the old imperial capital, Wu Bing asked Yang Yukun another question.

"Master Yang, how long have you been practicing martial arts?"

"18."

"He is a genius." "That's right."

Yang Yukun's ancient Zhuang boxing was passed down from an elder in the village who served as a soldier in Bagui in his previous life. Even after being reborn in this era, he still has not given up.

Of course, this 18 years is not really 18 years.

Don't forget that he is a married man, and the time flow rate in the portable planting space is three times that of the normal world.

He became seriously ill due to grief after his mother passed away in [-], and accidentally awakened to the portable planting space.

He had been practicing martial arts for four years before this, and he had practiced martial arts for 20 years in his previous life, which makes it 24 years.

It has been more than 14 years since 42. Three times the time flow rate of portable planting space is 66 years, which adds up to [-] years.

Even after marrying Xu Jingping, I didn’t enter the portable planting space every day as before, but it would still last for 50 to [-] years.

It's not that he didn't know but he was shocked. No wonder Wu Bing couldn't even catch five-twentieth of his strength. It turned out that he seemed to be quite powerful.

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"Dad, Mom!"

"Xiaohua, why are you here? Why are you here at the store when you're not in school? Are you skipping class?"

"Mom, don't do anything yet. I came to see you and my dad for something. Uncle Kun is here too."

After getting off the car, Liu Yuehua was the first to run into the store.

Seeing that his mother would whip him if he disagreed, Liu Yuehua quickly moved Uncle Kun out.

"Sister Hou."

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yukun took Wu Bing into the No. [-] Zhajiang Noodle House in the old imperial capital.

"Xiao Kun, you are here."

"I came over to talk to you and my brother-in-law about something about Xiaohua."

"What's wrong with Xiaohua?"

"Why don't you go ahead and cook us two large portions of shredded pork noodle soup after you finish your work?"

Since its opening, the business of No. [-] Zhajiang Noodle House in Old Imperial City has been very booming. The store is very busy right now. Liu Yunguang is still cooking noodles for customers in the back kitchen, so he should wait until the store is finished.

It's almost lunch time now, so I'll eat a bowl of noodles to cushion my stomach.

"Then sit down for a while."

"Mom, I want to eat noodles too."

"If you still want to eat noodles when you're not in school, you're going to eat shit."

"Um...Mom, I really didn't skip class."

"I'll take care of you later."

"Uncle Kun, please explain it to me quickly, or my parents will really beat me up."

"Have you asked for leave from your teacher?"

"Uh... no."

"Isn't that just skipping class?"

"Uncle Kun, I didn't skip class on purpose."

"You also said you didn't skip class." Hou Su'e glared at her son, and then said: "Xiao Kun, there are more people in the store now, you may have to wait for a while."

"fine."

It's not Yang Yukun's first time to eat noodles at No. [-] Zhajiang Noodle House in the old imperial capital. He naturally knows how good the business is in the store, and he doesn't need Hou Su'e and Liu Yunguang to give him any special privileges.

Isn't it just a matter of waiting a little longer? It's not a big deal.

"Dear neighbors and friends who have come from afar, I'm really sorry. Today's numbers have been released. Please don't wait any longer for those who haven't gotten their numbers."

The business of No. [-] Zhajiang Noodle House in the old imperial capital is so booming, but the ingredients prepared every day are limited, so we have to adopt a method of allocating numbers.

After the number is placed, it means that the ingredients prepared today are gone, and I can only say sorry to the guests who missed it.

Wu Bing said in surprise: "Do you still need to queue up to eat noodles here?"

"Because it's really delicious. Master Wu, haven't you eaten here before?"

"I haven't been here."

The martial arts team has its own canteen. Wu Bing basically eats at home or in the canteen, and rarely eats out.

"You have to taste it now. Number one is not something you call casually."

After waiting for almost half an hour, the three of them were served.

After they finished eating, there were not many customers left in the store. (End of chapter)