"What did you just say~?" Wu Guiqiang's face turned green with anger, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

However, relying on this title, he knew that Chu Yun really wasn't lying. After looking up and down carefully, I felt that this young man was not bad, he had a body and a fight, he was a good material for martial arts, and his senior brother had a vision.

But this still can't change Wu Guiqiang's attitude towards Chu Yun, he doesn't welcome Chu Yun's return to the sect at all.

Senior brother Zhao Shanhe has been traveling all over the world, indifferent to fame and fortune, and the ancestral property of the sect is all handed over to Wu Guiqiang to take care of. It is also relying on this industry that Wu Guiqiang has no job all his life, and he can't survive if he starves to death, but he can also retire in peace.

Now that the master is back, it means that he has to hand over the economic power. That's more than 9,000 yuan a month, to support all the people in the Bajiquan Sect now.

Wu Guiqiang was not happy, and his attitude towards Chu Yun was naturally not any better.

He didn't like Chu Yun, and there was another meaning. With the ancestral teachings of the Bajiquan sect, the true disciple of the head of the sect will also become the head of Bajiquan in the future. If this kid is a true disciple, wouldn't his life's efforts all be in vain~?

Wu Guiqiang's son, Wu Lingdong, is also a disciple of the Bajiquan Sect. According to the inheritance, when the senior brother dies, he will naturally be Wu Guiqiang, and after Wu Guiqiang is strong, he will naturally be able to pass on the sect to his son.

In short, Chu Yun's sudden appearance completely disrupted his good life.

"Sit~!" Wu Guiqiang let Chu Yun into the room and began to interrogate him without anger, without even bringing him saliva.

"You said you are a disciple of Shibo~, what about the voucher~?I don't think you should have come back to snatch the property of the Bajiquan Sect~?" Wu Lingdong is more than one meter tall and has a strong figure, but the dark circles under his eyes are very serious, and he looks like he is overindulgent.

He's even more straightforward than his dad.

Chu Yun frowned heavily, he never expected that the master of the national arts master would have such a philistine fellow, no wonder he had been traveling all over the world and was reluctant to come back.

"Is this a certificate~?" Chu Yun took out a yellow silk satin from his bag, on which were some words written by the master when he first apprenticed, as well as his handprint, signature, birth date, and master's big seal.

Seeing this, the faces of the two fathers and sons of the Wu family immediately changed, and they thought to themselves: "Mother~, it's really a true disciple~, rely on~!." ”

At this moment, their confidence is completely insufficient. When talking to Chu Yun, his tone was also softened a lot, but more often, he didn't care about people.

Chu Yun was very disappointed, he had been here for half an hour, but he hadn't heard anyone ask about Master.

"By the way~, what about that old thing in Zhao Shanhe~?" Wu Guiqiang finally remembered his senior brother, and asked, "He only asked you to come back~, but he didn't go back himself~?"

"Master is also back~. Chu Yun said lightly, he glanced at the backpack on the coffee table, which contained the master's ashes.

"Oh~, you're back~?what about the people~?" Wu Guiqiang looked out.

Chu Yun got up at dusk, silently took out the ash altar from it, and gently placed it on the table.

The father and son of the Wu family were stunned for a moment, and they were silent one by one. Especially that Wu Guiqiang, when he saw the cold columbarium, he smiled reluctantly.

"Hehe~, are you joking~?, my senior brother~?" he pointed to the columbarium, his eyes flashed with imperceptible grief, his eyes wandered, and he refused to believe the scene in front of him.

"When the master was in Beijing~, he was plotted by the white-eyed old way~. Chu Yun said softly, "Before he died~, he asked me to send him back~ and place him in the Spirit Bone Tower~." ”

Wu Guiqiang took a deep breath, took a deep breath, was silent for a long time, and slowly got up: "Oops~, my eyes are squinting at the sand~." ”

He walked out quickly, stood under an osmanthus tree in the yard, and held the back of the tree quietly facing the living room for a long time.

When he came back again, his eyes were red and his snot hung on his beard.

The ceremony of placing the Spirit Bone Tower was supposed to be very grand, but unfortunately now there are only four people left in the sect. In addition to Chu Yun and the father and son of the Wu family, there is also an orphan named Xiao Chuyi, who is only thirteen years old and is also a thin monkey.

At night, sleeping in the master's original room, Chu Yun's heart was full of melancholy.

The Bajiquan Sect was not at all different from what he imagined. Shouldn't the ancient martial arts sect have high mountains, magnificent ancient buildings, and piles of young disciples~?

Society is developing rapidly, but martial arts is rapidly regressing.

This night, Chu Yun almost struggled to survive in the complex emotions of melancholy, longing, and grief.

The next morning, before he could break free from the pain of recognizing the bed, he heard a rapid knock on the door "Bang Bang Bang~".

The person who knocked on the door was unscrupulous and unscrupulous, which made Chu Yun a little worried, whether those two ancient wooden doors would be hammered~!

He heard Wu Guiqiang's voice: "It's coming~, grandma's~, what are the ghosts knocking~, knocking on the soul~!"

The door was opened by "squeak~", and then he heard a rough and arrogant voice: "Wu Guiqiang~, it's time to pay back the money~?

"Hey, I said big brother~, didn't we say okay~, don't you come here to talk about this~?" Wu Guiqiang lowered his voice, "Go~, go out and talk~." ”

"Get out of your mother~!" The man scolded loudly, "If you can't get the money today~, Lao Tzu won't leave~, you can do it~!"

The person who talked to Wu Guiqiang was a strong man who was 1.85 meters tall and weighed 300 pounds, and he almost blocked a door.

Behind the strong man, there are several younger brothers with dyed colorful hair, each of whom is playing with a butterfly knife in his hand.

They all had fierce eyes, and each one was more evil than the other.

"The turtle is strong~, 9,000 yuan of principal~, and the principal with interest is a total of 45,000~, if you don't take it out today~, Lao Tzu will dig three feet into the ground for you in this shabby little courtyard~!" The strong man said loudly, "Brothers~, give Lao Tzu~, don't let go of the horns~." ”

A group of people readily agreed, quickly broke into the door, picked up the guy and rushed in.

"Hey'~, stop~, I said tall and fat~, you're not authentic~!Everyone is an old acquaintance on the ground in Cangzhou~, you do things like this~, how can we meet in the future~?You lose the face of your ancestors~?"

"Hey~, you still want to be on an equal footing with me~?you old turtle~, dream~!" The tall fat man sneered.

"Who is the old turtle that you scold~?I think you are shameless~?Today, you dare to touch a finger of our Bajiquan sect~, you have to try it~!The surname is high~, unless you step on my corpse~!" Wu Guiqiang crossed his neck and crossed his waist, like a shrew scolding the street.

The tall fat man spat at him and said coldly: "Old thing~, are you tired of life~?

Wu Lingdong heard that his father was being abused, how could that young and vigorous heart endure it~? He rushed over angrily, and slapped the fat man in the face quickly.

When Wu Guiqiang saw it, he immediately stomped his feet again and again, screaming badly in his heart.

The reason why he has never done anything with Wu Guiqiang is that he only scolds people in his mouth. The purpose is actually very simple, to force the tall fat man to be anxious, let him do it first, and then call the police himself.

Wu Guiqiang thought very beautifully, he suffered a little bit of flesh and skin, anyway, the tall and fat man can't see the light, everything goes according to the legal procedures, and there is no trouble.

The result is good, their son's move, they are directly passive.

The tall fat man sneered, he was clear about these Dao Dao Doors, and when Wu Lingdong made the first move, he directly started and grabbed it quickly. That fat hand was actually fast and accurate, grabbed Wu Lingdong's wrist, and followed his fat body to hit it hard.

"Bang~!" "Plop~!" "Bang~!"

Wu Lingdong only felt the hot pain on the door, and was slapped hard by the tall fat man, and then the whole person flew out more than two meters away quickly like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily into the flower bed.

"Lingdong~!" Wu Guiqiang was just this one son, and he hurt so much that he couldn't care about anything when he saw his son being beaten. I saw that he quickly pulled his hands, and a cross force, his arms were like steel bars, and he punched out fiercely.

This punch seemed to outsiders to be domineering, but the tall fat man sneered again and again.

It turns out that he is not only an anti-aircraft gunner, but also has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he can be regarded as half a martial arts person. He could see at a glance that Wulingdong's footsteps were vain, his follow-up was weak, and there were empty shelves. It's just that so many years have wasted my time and returned everything that the master taught.

He took a step back, waited for Wu Guiqiang to rush over, stretched out his foot and hooked it gently, and at the same time pulled his hand along the way. "Smack~" slapped his palm on his vest, and the Wugui staggered, and actually fell directly out of the gate and fell hard into the center of the street.

Fortunately, it was early in the morning and there were not many pedestrians on the small streets. But this is enough to be ashamed, after all, everyone in this area knows that Wu Guiqiang is in charge of the Bajiquan Sect.

"Poof~!ha~, I think you, the Baji Fist Sect, should be changed to the Turtle Fist Sect~!"

Everyone around him burst out laughing, each more exaggerated than the other.

Wu Guiqiang lay on the street in shame, blushing like a monkey's ass~!

At this moment, he felt a little helpless. Suddenly, my heart became more and more sad, if my senior brother was still alive, how good it would be~! If that is the case, I must hand over all the economic power to my senior brother, and let my senior brother shine on the lintel.

But now, it's too late~!

That kid named Chu Yun hasn't shown his head yet. What does this mean~? It shows that people don't look down on this place at all, and they don't integrate into it.

But then again, what can Chu Yun do even if he comes out~? At most, one more person will be humiliated.

This tall fat man looks very unbearable, and his family background is very related to martial arts. His grandfather is a martial arts master recognized by the National Martial Arts Association, a licensed master~!

Thinking of this, he sighed heavily, got up in a daze, and didn't dare to enter the door~!