Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little bit every day

The next day, it was just dawn.

Fang Yue woke up, he woke up Er Gou, and the two went to the backyard to fetch water and wash.

The two began to stand still. It takes years to practice.

So we can't slack off, tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are.

However, at this moment, in the attic in front of the backyard.

Zhang Boyang and Fang Hu stood in front of the window,

"Haha, it's really a good talent. No wonder Junior Brother wants to accept a disciple. Even I like it when I see it." Zhang Boyang said with a serious face.

However, he didn't want to be like this, but if you look closely.

You can see that his lips are abnormally red and swollen, and it's not so conspicuous because he has to force himself to purse them.

"Haha, Senior Brother, you are too kind. They are still not as good as Shu'er. With Shu'er's talent, she will definitely be extraordinary in the future!"

"Puff~"

Hearing Senior Brother praising Fang Yue's talent, Fang Hu naturally felt a little proud.

But at this time, his eyes were always looking at Zhang Boyang's face.

And his face was shaking, and it looked more like he was forcing himself to hold back his laughter, which was a little red inside.

"Hmph, Junior Brother, laugh if you want to."

At this time, Zhang Boyang naturally saw Fang Hu's appearance.

He knew what was wrong with his junior brother, and his face immediately turned cold, and he said in a low voice: "Junior Brother, how uncomfortable it is to hold back your laughter, just happen to be free today, Senior Brother, please give me some pointers on your kung fu."

As he spoke, he pressed towards Fang Hu.

Obviously Fang Hu's figure was taller, stronger and more rugged, but he was actually inferior to the other party in terms of momentum.

"No, no, Junior Brother, I admit defeat."

"Senior Brother, don't do it, I have to go see Master later."

Fang Hu retreated again and again, and naturally he would not compete with his senior brother who had a stronger cultivation.

At this time, Zhang Boyang was angry. This senior brother was a daughter slave, and he didn't dare to get angry at his daughter, the instigator.

But it's okay to vent your anger on him.

Thinking of Zhang Boyang being fed a big bowl of chili by his Shu'er, the spicy martial arts candidate who was almost at the stage of changing his marrow screamed in front of him.

Fang Hu couldn't help laughing again.

"Oh, senior brother, you really hit me!"

"Don't, don't hit me, senior brother, I promise not to laugh at you, puff, really not laughing."

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Soon, Fang Yue and Fang Ergou finished their morning exercise.

Today's intensity is not too great, because Fang Yue will follow Fang Hu to do business later.

Go to the White Tiger Fist to meet the elders of the sect, so that you can officially enter, be recognized, and learn the real White Tiger Fist.

"Ergou, you stay at your uncle Zhang's house today, I will take your brother Yue to the White Tiger Fist gym. Don't make trouble here, listen to your sister."

Fang Hu gave instructions, and then took Fang Yue away from Zhang Boyang's house.

There were only two people, and they were lightly packed and had a very fast speed.

Soon they arrived in front of a courtyard near the inner city wall.

This place obviously looked a bit old, with mosses crawling on the brick walls in the shade, and some succulents growing on the gray tiles on the roof.

As soon as he arrived in front of the gate, Fang Yue saw a man who looked like a gatekeeper, lazily leaning there to bask in the sun.

He saw Fang Hu and the other man, and just glanced at them sideways without any movement.

When Fang Hu and Fang Yue came over, he stood up reluctantly.

Pointing to the small path on the side: "Brother Fang, it's really unfortunate. The gate should not be opened in the middle today. Please go through the back door."

His tone was lazy, his eyes were contemptuous, and he felt that he didn't take people seriously.

Well, to be honest, it was a bit of a dog's eye looking down on people.

Fang Yue stood behind Fang Hu and clearly saw that Fang Hu's strong body trembled slightly, and his rough palms clenched, but soon relaxed.

Obviously, Fang Hu's heart was not calm at the moment.

"Follow me."

Then, Fang Hu did not say anything and took Fang Yue to the side path.

Fang Yue had just arrived, and Fang Hu did not say anything. He could only follow Fang Hu to the side path.

However, Fang Yue could also see that it was impossible for an apprentice to visit his master through the back door. He should go through the main door.

"Tap tap~"

"Shh~"

At this moment, two horses galloped over and rushed directly to the gate of the White Tiger Boxing Gym.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Wang?"

"Please wait a moment, I will open the door for you, you can just ride in directly."

Fang Yue looked at this scene, the gatekeeper who was arrogant, contemptuous, and looked down on them just now.

At this time, he actually fawned on the two people who came on horseback, like a dog leg.

Even, he did not let them go through the main door.

He actually let the two people ride in.

Comparing the two, it is really a world of difference.

Immediately, Fang Yue stopped looking and turned around the corner.

"Junior Brother Chen, two people just walked over there. I think one of them seems to be Junior Brother Fang? Is it him?"

The gate opened, and Wang Yuangang rode on his horse and retracted his gaze towards the corner.

"Let Senior Brother Wang know that it is Fang Hu." The doorman replied happily.

"Oh, it's really him."

Then, Wang Yuangang rode his horse into the courtyard through the main gate.

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White Tiger Boxing Gym.

In the main hall.

The contemporary White Tiger Boxing Gym owner, Mr. Zheng, with gray hair and beard, sat on the master's chair.

"Yuan Gang, is this your nephew? Not bad, he has excellent qualifications and has entered the sect. He can be included in the sect."

"Let him kowtow three times to the ancestor and burn incense, and he will be considered as an entry."

"Let the second brother teach him."

Zheng Lao looked at Wang Yuangang with a kind and amiable face.

Wang Yuangang nodded and motioned the young man in tight clothes beside him to come forward.

Wang Teng knelt in front of the cushion, saluted respectfully to the portrait of the ancestor and burned incense.

Then he offered tea to Zheng Lao, and finally kowtowed to a middle-aged man beside Zheng Lao.

Zheng Lao is old. Although his cultivation is still the highest in White Tiger Fist, he is old and weak, lacks energy, and no longer teaches apprentices.

Now the main face of White Tiger Fist is Zheng Lao's second apprentice, Chen Tong, who has completed the marrow change and entered the inner strong state.

After completing the apprenticeship ceremony, everyone in the hall naturally congratulated and congratulated the uncle and nephew of the Wang family.

As an elder, he also gave some gifts to Wang Teng.

At this time, a disciple came in to report.

"Master, Brother Fang Hu brought his nephew and said he wanted to visit you and take him in as a disciple."

Zheng Lao nodded when he heard this.

"Well, I see. I'm a little tired. You can handle this matter with Lao Er."

"Yes, Master."

Chen Tong bowed slightly and watched Zheng Lao leave.

"Second Brother, I have something else to do. I'll leave first."

"Yes, I'm still boiling medicine at home. I'll leave first."

In the hall, four or five people said goodbye to Chen Tong and left.

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