The Only Love: Rebirth of National Goddess

"Go on, go on. You've been practicing plum blossom stake for years. The footwork of lion dance is not as good as that of your younger martial brother who just studied for a year." The old man was disgusted with the middle-aged man. He threw his crutch at him and said something disgusting.

Um... Originally, don't you need crutches? So the old man, surnamed Zheng, came out with a crutch to set the score?

Ye Zhi could not help but make complaints about it.

In this yard, all of a sudden, five people were gathered together. The only girl, ye Zhi, was certainly favored by everyone.

"Chi, Lao Zheng tou, who are we with? Is it necessary to put on a master's airs here?" Chen Zhen can't help tearing down the old man's behavior.

If he remembers correctly, Zheng Haifeng should be two years younger than him. When did he need to use crutches, such a fancy thing?

"This is your granddaughter?" The old man, surnamed Zheng, ignores this problem automatically. Instead, he smiles at Ye Zhi with a kind smile.

But his eyes, see ye Zhi some hairy, can't help toward Chen Zhen behind, shrink such a step.

"Hey, Jide, it's your apprentice who dances the lion's head. It's about ten years old. Why, I can't learn from you and take a teenage apprentice."

Chen Zhen is the most annoying. People say that he is old and implicitly imply that he is old. For the first time, he immediately retorts to the old man surnamed Zheng.

"Mr. Chen, I'm so confused. A girl doll, don't you think that your three disciples are not enough for you to humiliate the Chen sect? Now find a girl doll. I'm afraid that even a few old guys won't recognize her."

Zheng Haifeng's face was full of enigmatic expression. After he knew that ye Zhi was Chen Zhen's apprentice, he didn't look at him again. This was obviously a kind of instinctive contempt, and even looked down upon her.

"Zheng Haifeng, shut your mouth. You don't talk. No one thinks you are dumb." Chen Zhen can't help but ask the old man surnamed Zheng to shut up.

Then he said, "today I'm here to see you. If you're not welcome, I'll go. My apprentice Chen Zhen, when is your turn to tell them what to do?"

Chen Zhen was really angry and spoke in a dignified tone. He didn't even want to look at the old man. He turned his head to one side and was ready to go out.

"Ah, Chen Zhen, brother Chen, don't be angry. I'm not trying to wake you up. Last time, you know..." the old man surnamed Zheng wanted to say something more. Chen Zhen turned his head and glared at him, and he immediately closed his mouth.

"Ziyue, Ziqin, go to prepare tea for two distinguished guests." Zheng Haifeng shut up and didn't dare to talk to Chen Zhen any more. Instead, he told his two disciples to prepare tea for the guests, hoping to make his old friends calm down.

"Master Chen, my master has been talking about you for a long time. You are here today. Let's talk about the past with him." At first, the young man who danced the lion's head spoke for the old man surnamed Zheng. He was respectful and bent down. Looking at his clear eyes, Chen Zhen could not say a word of refusal.

"Master, I'm thirsty, too." Some people may be born to bring favor, ye Zhi does not want to have two old friends, because of their estrangement, but also along the "lion dance boy" words, toward his master said.

Chen Zhen lowered his head and looked at his clever little apprentice. His heart was even softer. From his nasal voice, he gave a bland "um".