I studied abroad in modern times

Zheng Fa looked at the face of the Seventh Young Master, and the expression on his face was more of a playful one.

Glancing at the silent Zheng Fa and the other, the Seventh Young Master stood up, clapped his hands lazily and said, "You two discuss it, I'll come back later."

He said to discuss it, but Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan understood that he was almost saying that you two should fight and let me see.

The Seventh Young Master walked out of the study leisurely.

Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan stood there without moving.

No one spoke.

Zheng Fa turned his head to look out the window, thinking about the Seventh Young Master's intention in his heart.

One or two book boys, it made no difference to him, but for Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan, the difference between the two would completely tear apart their shaky relationship.

For him, this matter was probably just like throwing a bone to two dogs to fight for it.

Just for fun.

"You stay."

While Zheng Fa was thinking, he suddenly heard Gao Yuan whisper.

"Hmm?"

Zheng Fa was really surprised by this sentence. He turned to look at Gao Yuan. The expression on his face was a little self-deprecating and a little gloomy.

Gao Yuan did not look at him, but just looked at the bookshelf full of books.

"In fact, if I really have to choose a book boy, it should be you." He said calmly: "You are more talented than me, whether it is martial arts or reading."

Zheng Fa shook his head.

To be honest, if there is no modern times, it is difficult for him to say that he is better than Gao Yuan.

What's more, people like the Seventh Young Master would care about the talent of the book boy?

"I'm injured." Gao Yuan's next sentence made Zheng Fa understand why he suddenly gave up.

"It's funny, I wanted to argue with you." Gao Yuan's tone was a little self-deprecating: "You got started with Songhe Zhuang in three days, and I practiced for three hours or even four hours every day without listening to my father's advice. Now my leg tendons are injured, and I need to recuperate for half a year before I can practice again."

"So, I'm not letting you, I just don't want to humiliate myself again."

Gao Yuan's eyes really looked at Zheng Fa, there was some pain in his eyes, but also a hint of relief.

Zheng Fa was about to speak.

Gao Yuan interrupted him: "Don't pity me, even if I go home, my father will plan for me. If you really go home, then there will be nothing."

Zheng Fa: ... Very good, you are very persuasive.

When the Seventh Young Master came in, he looked between Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan with a curious look.

It seemed that he was exploring whether the two had fought.

What disappointed him a little was that the two had calm faces, neat clothes, and the atmosphere between them was even more harmonious than before.

"How did you two discuss it?"

"Master Qi, I am not very knowledgeable, I volunteered..."

"Wait!"

Master Qi raised his palm and interrupted Gao Yuan.

"Who said you can decide who stays and who leaves?"

"..."

"My servant, of course I choose it myself!"

He looked at the two of them, his eyes narrowed, as if he had a kind of pleasure to play with people's hearts: "In fact, if you two had a fight just now, maybe I would have enjoyed it and let you both stay."

"Now, Master, the good show I wanted to watch is gone, I am very unhappy." He sat on the chair in front of the desk with his legs crossed: "Why don't you two get out together!"

"You!" Master Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at Gao Yuan: "You haven't entered the Songhe Posture yet? No, your leg is injured?"

He glanced at Gao Yuan's legs and saw it at a glance.

Gao Yuan whispered, "Yes."

"You seem to have good talent?" The Seventh Young Master turned to look at Zheng Fa: "You have mastered the Songhe Posture in three days."

This man usually doesn't say much to Zheng Fa.

But he knows everything about them.

"Even Master Xu said you are a talent and wants to take you as his apprentice." The Seventh Young Master tapped his fingers on the desk and smiled, "But the Songhe Posture is too weak, and you started practicing martial arts too late. If you want to stay with me, you are not qualified."

Zheng Fa didn't even know that Master Xu wanted to take him as his apprentice.

The Seventh Young Master stood up and walked around Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan.

"One has a leg injury, and the other can only do two or three punches and kicks..." He shook his head and suddenly said, "Gao Yuan!"

"Here!"

"I don't like him, you, I'll give you another chance! Didn't you get the talisman that the idiot secretly copied before? How do you see it?"

"Seventh Young Master..."

Gao Yuan's face turned pale. Unexpectedly, the Seventh Young Master even knew about this matter.

He might even have known about the talisman that the book boy secretly copied the talisman that he studied all day.

Now Zheng Fa had a guess in his heart that those pictures might have been leaked by the Seventh Young Master on purpose.

"If you can learn something from it, even if you are a cripple and a fool, let alone a leg injury, I will keep you by my side!"

The Seventh Young Master's eyes were rare and serious.

Zheng Fa knew that he really cared about this thing.

The Seventh Young Master took the talisman book that he had always carried with him from the desk, opened it, and placed the familiar patterns in front of Gao Yuan.

He spread out the paper and pen and gestured to Gao Yuan.

"You have been looking at it for so many days, what have you seen?"

Gao Yuan looked at him with a rich expression on his face, some eager, but more helpless.

He knew that as long as he could show a little talent in this, he could stay.

But...

"I am stupid..."

Gao Yuan did not take the pen at all, but just lowered his head.

"Stupid!" The Seventh Young Master shook his head, somewhat uninterested: "You two..."

Zheng Fa suddenly stepped forward and picked up the brush in front of Gao Yuan.

"Hmm?"

The Seventh Young Master frowned and looked at Zheng Fa.

He knew very well that Gao Yuan had studied those pictures for several days.

But this Zheng Fa...he had only glanced at them!

On the white paper in front of Zheng Fa, he picked up the brush and drew the two patterns that Teacher Bai had given him before.

Gao Yuan watched from the side. Zheng Fa only wrote two very simple strokes, which seemed to have nothing to do with the original complicated pictures.

Did he draw them blindly?

But as soon as he saw the Seventh Young Master's face, he knew it wasn't!

The Seventh Young Master frowned and stared at the tip of Zheng Fa's pen, as if it showed something that he had never expected. After a long time, his eyes moved from the paper to Zheng Fa's face.

"Did you see it yourself?" His voice was a little sharp for some reason.

Even Gao Yuan could see that the two patterns drawn by Zheng Fa must have a great origin. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: It turns out that he was a little self-indulgent... Maybe Zheng Fa really doesn't need him to let him.

"No."

Zheng Fa put down the pen, as if he was just drawing casually.

"Who taught you!" The Seventh Young Master hurriedly asked.

"No one taught me, this is what Brother Gao and I studied together." Zheng Fa smiled and looked at Gao Yuan beside him: "Right."

"Ah?" Gao Yuan looked at Zheng Fa a little dumbfounded,

"Oh?" The Seventh Young Master narrowed his eyes and stared at Zheng Fa for a long time. Suddenly he said to Gao Yuan: "Go, bring me my lunch. By the way, give him an extra portion!"

He pointed at Zheng Fa.

Gao Yuan looked at Zheng Fa hesitantly, and when he saw Zheng Fa nodded, he got up and went out.