This fucking old man is more powerful than a very vicious death row prisoner...

The man ran away, and the third uncle came back with a breath of breath. He was worried about Yang Fansheng and said, "Don't go tonight. If they dare to cause trouble again, I will fight hard. Don't hold back. Kill one to kill. Anyway, I am eighty-six years old and I have enough life."

"Third uncle, don't worry, I won't go." Yang Fansheng smiled and smoothed his back for the old man.

At this time, the village chief had not left yet.

The third uncle looked up and scolded: "Get out, if you dare to bring these people here again in the future, you are a traitor during the Anti-Japanese War. The old man chopped you up and fed you to the dog!"

"..." The village chief was speechless and did not dare to reply. He was afraid that the third uncle would chop him up with his knife. He looked at Yang Fansheng flatteringly and said to the old man: "Third uncle, then I'll go back first. You have a good rest and don't get angry."

After saying that, I ran for two steps, and only then did I breathe a sigh of relief after leaving school, and walked slowly.

He helped the old man and sent him back to the communication room. After comforting him, Yang Fansheng left.

Back to the office, I took out my cell phone, hesitated for a moment, but didn't call.

"Wolf, it cannot be tied up, but it is not a cold-blooded animal."

Murging sentimentally, Yang Fansheng had a decision in his heart that he would finish the matter tonight.

Once a rogue is involved, all kinds of bad methods are unpredictable.

He not only for Chen Lianwei, but also for the safety of the children in the school.

After sitting for a while, quietly looking at the sky outside the window, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded in the corridor.

"Master, are you okay?"

Su Ying, Yang Fansheng's apprentice, kowtowed officially, with a knife-like face, looking very tough. Just like Gong Li, she knew that she was strong.

"The third uncle called me and said that something happened in the school and it was going to be interrupted in the stadium tonight." Su Ying panted and rushed into the door, speaking anxiously: "Master, you must not go."

Seeing that Yang Fansheng did not reply, he continued, "I have heard of Sun Erxiao's group. He was cruel and ruthless and used usury everywhere, which caused many families to be destroyed. Chen Lianwei asked him to solve the problem himself and call him back." He paused and his tone was lowered. "If he was still a man."

"He won't run." The sky outside the window opposite Yang Fansheng was setting, the sky was burning, and the earth became red.

"Has he already left by train?"

"I'll come back." Yang Fansheng told the secret and said, "He was Zhang Shang who sacrificed his life and was held out of the dead by the trolls. Zhang Shang was in Taigu, so he wouldn't run away."

"Shang Zhang?" Su Ying had only heard of this person, but had never seen him with her own eyes. She thought for a while: "It's that child, the one who built the red brick road for the school?"

"yes."

"Then let him call Chen Lianwei back!" Su Ying was anxious.

"Although they are not in the gate, they are disciples. If something happens, I should bear it." Yang Fansheng said calmly.

"Master..." Su Ying stamped her feet and was angry, knowing that she couldn't persuade Yang Fansheng. "I'll call my brothers and brothers to go together to see what Sun Erxiao dares to do."

"Don't disturb them."

Yang Fansheng turned around, faced Su Ying, waved his hand and said, "You all have families and parents with children. You shouldn't participate in these disputes in the world. I teach you martial arts, not for fighting. Your master, I have practiced boxing all my life, and it's time to show off my hands. People in the world say that I have two blows, and tonight, it's just right to verify boxing."

"Can……"

"Don't say too much, there is a saying that the master's order is hard to violate." Yang Fansheng looked at Su Ying and his tone became a little heavier. "You go home, take good care of your children, and respect your parents, which is the greatest relief for the master."

Clenched his fists, his fingernails almost pierced into his palms. Su Ying lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly, and her eyes were red.

Taigu Xingyiquan continued the rules of warriors in the old era.

Once you kowtow and enter the door wall, the master's orders are even bigger than those of your parents.

Because parents only care about raising children and masters teach you craftsmanship, it is related to your lifelong destiny.

Whether you live a good life depends on the master.

Su Ying silently withdrew from the office. She was thirty years old, but she couldn't stop crying and rushed out of the teaching building with her nose crying.

Hiding in the toilet, crying for a while, taking out my cell phone, and dialing it to my home first.

Take a deep breath and keep calm.

"Leizi, there is something going on at school tonight. I'll go back later. You can serve our son." "No big deal, I'm busy at school, so I'll help the master." "Well, the child is asleep, so you go to bed early."

He wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, thrust his nose and then called.

"Senior Brother..."

"Second Brother..."

“…”

After a few phone calls, Su Ying silently returned to the office.

...

Song Family.

"Uncle San, a big deal..." Song Baogui rushed into the door.

Song Guanghua is resting. At sunset, the sun is no longer exposed to the sun. He sways on the recliner in the yard, feeling comfortable.

"What's the matter?" The old man sat up and scolded him, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

"It has been rumored on the road these days that Sun Erxiao was kicked and broken by someone. It was Yang Fansheng's apprentice who worked on the ground. The gangsters found the Wenwu School to cause trouble and said they were broken at the stadium at 9 o'clock in the evening."

Song Baogui took a sip of water on the table, moistened his throat, and then said, "I said I would break Yang Fansheng's legs. I also said that if no one went, I would go to school to block it every day."

"It's even more ruthless..." Song Baogui swallowed and said carefully: "It's said that Yang Fansheng is a famous Xingyiquan master, and he is the descendant of the Che family Xingyi, and he has no seeds!"

"Hmm?" The old man sat up straight and frowned and asked, "Who did you hear about this?"

"I was sitting in Yang Fansheng's martial arts hall just now. Su Ying called him and said...I heard it."

The old man stood up, his eyes were calm, his waist was straight, his hands were on his back, he walked around the yard, looked up and said, "It's nine o'clock in the evening, right?"

"Yes." Song Baogui replied.

"Call me one by one to notify me of Taigu, nearby, you can catch up at nine o'clock, and gather in the stadium."

"This..." Song Baogui sniffed the air conditioner.

The old man and his disciples are all over the country, and they are all over the world. They are also representative inheritors of the national intangible cultural heritage and a national treasure-level figure in Xingyiquan. If you move the truth, that's not a blow.

"Don't disturb people in the distance, just inform those near Taigu." The old man saw Song Baogui's doubts and reminded him.

"Okay." Song Baogui retreated.
Chapter completed!