After leaving the tavern and walking along the boulevard for hundreds of meters, Zuo Yi came to Hangcheng University, where he studied that year.

It's summer vacation, and the campus is empty, with only a few students playing football on the huge playground, and a few glass-walled school buildings behind it glittering in the sun.

Zuo Yi looked at his alma mater through the fence and did not go in.

Although there are many good memories of him in it.

Continue to the intersection and walk to the right towards the nearest bus stop.

He has walked this road countless times, when he was studying at Hangcheng University, he often took bus No. 208 from here, went to Nanqiao Station and then transferred to No. 97 to return to Linjiang Town.

Coming to the bus shelter at the bus station, Zuo Yi's eyes fell on the light box advertisement in the bus shelter - Tianhong Martial Arts Hall recruits martial arts, swordsmanship teaching, and salary interviews for more than three jobs.

The spray painting surface of white characters on a red background is very eye-catching, except for two lines of large characters, there is no pattern decoration, plus a row of addresses and contact numbers appear unusually concise, it should be a temporary recruitment advertisement, the kind that will be removed after a few days.

Zuo Yi couldn't help but move in his heart.

At this time, a bus drove into the platform, which happened to be the 208 route that Zuo Yi was going to take.

But instead of boarding the bus, he turned around and left the bus stop to return to the previous intersection, waited for the green light to cross the zebra crossing, and walked another hundred meters to the front of an old building.

This building of more than 20 floors has been very old, and the paint on the exterior wall has basically been washed away by the wind and rain, and the ash is very ugly, and there are all kinds of signboards hanging on it, mostly such and such hotels, such and such beauty salons, such and such education.

Zuo Yi easily found the signboard hidden in it, with the words "Tianhong Martial Arts Hall (4th Floor)" on it.

It's still the same one.

He walked into the building with a smile, and instead of taking the elevator, he took the stairs up to the Tenhong Martial Arts Hall on the 4th floor.

For this, as well as the Tianhong Martial Arts Hall, Zuo Yi is no stranger to it.

Because he had been practicing martial arts and swordsmanship in the Tenhong Martial Arts Hall for nearly two years, and during this time, he obtained the certificate of the third stage of the swordsmanship profession, which can be said to have benefited a lot.

If it weren't for this experience of martial arts and the skills he mastered, Zuo Yi, who had just crossed over to the world of Sadeya, would probably die in the mouth of the desolate wolf, and there would be no him now.

So just now when I saw the recruitment advertisement of Tianhong Martial Arts Hall at the bus shelter at the bus station, Zuo Yi came over without hesitation.

After a gap of five or six years, there seems to be no change in the Tianhong Martial Arts Hall, the front desk at the door is even more shabby, and behind the counter sits a chubby round-faced little girl who is playing with her mobile phone.

Zuo Yi walked over, reached out and tapped lightly on the counter.

The round-faced girl immediately woke up, subconsciously stood up, and showed a very professional smile to Zuo Yi: "Hello sir, do you want to learn martial arts or swordsmanship?

Zuo Yi hurriedly motioned for her to stop and said, "I'm here to apply for a swordsmanship lesson." ”

"Applying for a lecture?"

The round-faced girl was obviously a little disappointed, but quickly smiled again: "Then please sit inside, I'll go find the curator." ”

Zuo Yi nodded and followed the other party in.

The round-faced girl asked Zuo Yi to wait in the reception room first, and ran to find the curator herself, but she didn't pour Zuo Yi a cup of tea or anything.

Zuo Yi didn't sit and wait in the cramped reception room, but walked into the inner dojo, that is, the daily martial arts practice venue of the martial arts hall.

The dojo of the Tianhong Martial Arts Hall covers an area of about 300 square meters, with a fighting and sword arena on the left and right, and some fitness equipment in the window area, all of which are as old as the floor.

The weather outside is very hot, but there is no air conditioning in the dojo, so it seems very stuffy, the two vertical air conditioners on the corner are completely furnishings, and there are no students on the scene except for a few people who are doing cleaning work.

It's the same as before.

The scene in front of him made Zuo Yi sigh a lot, the business of the Tianhong Martial Arts Hall has not been very good, and now it seems to be even worse.

I guess it won't last long, right?

He couldn't help but wonder if it was the right thing to do to apply for a swordsmanship instructor here.

In Zuo Yi's memory, twenty or thirty years ago, there were no such professional martial arts gyms, and the martial arts gyms he saw in the urban area when he was a child were basically taekwondo gyms, national martial arts gyms, boxing gyms, fighting gyms, and so on.

Later, these various martial arts halls were gradually replaced by unified martial arts halls, and there were national martial arts alliances and martial arts competitions, and a martial arts assessment system of five occupations and nine occupations was formulated.

Later, the World Martial Arts Federation Championship was born, and the biennial World Martial Arts Championships became a martial arts event that attracted worldwide attention.

Zuo Yi's purpose in learning martial arts and swordsmanship is not only to strengthen his body, but mainly to protect his mother, he has very good talents in fighting and swordsmanship, but he has never thought of taking the path of professionalism, so he uses his spare time to study in the martial arts hall.

At that time, Zuo Yi was more fresh and curious about martial arts, and he never delved into what was hidden inside.

Now that he is standing at a completely different height, looking back at the emergence of the martial arts hall, the martial arts alliance, the martial arts competition and the martial arts assessment system, it is clear that a complete set of training systems for preparing transcendents has been formed.

It's like the knight selection system of the Sadeya world, through the basic training of a large number of civilians, select outstanding elite talents from them and focus on training, and then stimulate their awakening of extraordinary power.

It's just that Sadeya's system has existed for more than three epochs, and all aspects have been perfected to the extreme.

In contrast, Blue Star's martial arts system is still far behind, and the range of people affected is relatively narrow.

Zuo Yi doesn't know much about the situation abroad, but at least the situation in Daxia is at home.

He was thinking about it when the little girl at the front desk led a slender young woman over.

The woman was wearing a clean and neat plain white martial arts uniform, with a graceful figure and a beautiful appearance, with a bit of heroism between her eyebrows.

Seeing Zuo Yi, she frowned lightly and thoughtfully.

Zuo Yi took the initiative to greet him: "Senior Sister Shang, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

This beautiful woman's name is Shang Yulin, the daughter of Shang He, the director of the Tianhong Martial Arts Hall, and she is also a swordsman teacher.

In fact, Shang Yulin's age is two years younger than Zuo Yi, but according to the martial arts rules of "entering the Tao in a preceded manner, there is no age in it", so Zuo Yi, who has been practicing martial arts in Tianhong for two years, has to call her senior sister.

"You are Zuo Yi!"

Shang Yulin finally confirmed Zuo Yi's identity, after all, the two hadn't seen each other for five or six years, and the change was still a bit big compared to Zuo Yi back then.

"It's me. ”

Zuo Yi asked, "Senior Sister Shang, isn't Master Shang here?"

He just heard the little girl at the front desk say that he was going to ask the curator, but it turned out to be Shang Yulin.

Although he paid to practice martial arts, Zuo Yi had a half-master friendship with Shang He, so he called Shang He Shang Master instead of Shang Curator.

Hearing Zuo Yi ask about Shang He, Shang Yulin's eyes became gloomy: "My father passed away half a year ago. ”

"Master Shang has passed away?"

Zuo Yi was taken aback: "How can this be?"

When Zuo Yi was practicing in the Tianhong Martial Arts Hall, Shang He was only in his forties and fifties, how could a middle-aged martial artist with a strong physique and vigorous qi and blood suddenly die a few years later?

Shang Yulin shook her head as if she didn't want to say anything, she diverted the topic: "Zuo Yi, are you here to apply for a job?"

Zuo Yi said: "I saw Tianhong's recruitment advertisement at the bus stop over there, so I came to take a look, but I didn't expect..."

Shang Yulin hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go inside and talk." ”

Zuo Yi had no opinion, and followed Shang Yulin to the office inside.

The first time Zuo Yi saw Shang He was here, the room was very small, the furniture was only a desk and two old sofas, and the bookshelf on the right side of the door displayed Shang He's posthumous portrait, and a small incense burner was placed in front of the photo frame.

Zuo Yi saw the incense sticks and lighters next to the incense burner, so he said, "Senior Sister Shang, I want to put incense sticks for Master Shang." ”

Shang Yulin nodded silently.

Zuo Yi took three incense sticks and lit them with a lighter, holding them in both hands and bowing to the statue of Shanghe three times.

He put the incense stick on the incense burner, and said silently in his heart: "Master Shang, I still don't know the cause of your death, and Senior Sister is unwilling to say, if you die unjustly and unjustly, then I will definitely wash away your grievances and seek justice, and let you rest in peace in the River Styx." ”

Zuo Yi's mind was at his point, and the knight's heart immediately reacted, and the imprint of faith representing the promise of keeping his promise shook suddenly.

Write down his promise!

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