Changyang Village, Yuzhou, was originally an ordinary small village.

Not far from the west of the village, there is a Qingfeng Ridge, there are many bandits on the ridge, called "Qingfeng Thieves".

The Qingfeng thieves made a living by plundering passing merchants, and sometimes attacked nearby villages, and the surrounding people all talked about it.

Ten years ago, there was a famous gunman surnamed Chen who moved his family here, and after hearing about the bandits, the famous man was furious.

Three days later, the famous man returned with a gun, his clothes were not stained with blood, and he said that there were no more thieves in the world.

Everyone laughed, and when the disciples of his family went up the mountain to collect the corpses, a total of 217 bodies, all dressed in clothes, no different from the Qingfeng thieves, everyone suddenly woke up.

So far, the men, women and children of Changyang Village are all impressed.

The Chen family also settled in the village and spread out.

It is precisely "the mountain is not high, there is a fairy is famous", Chen opened a museum in Changyang Village to teach apprentices, and there are countless people who rush to it.

Not a few, the young and strong young people in Changyang Village all respect them with their teachers.

Seeing this, others jokingly said that "Changyang Village" has become "Chenjiagou".

Now, it coincides with the 50th birthday of this famous gunsmith, and it is full of guests, and it is very lively.

"Outside Li Yuan, Xiaogang Village, bring a pair of jade Ruyi, congratulations to Mr. Chen's birthday!"

"The owner of the Zhang Pavilion in Anping County, bring a picture of Baishou, congratulations to Mr. Chen's birthday!"

……

"Shaolin disciple Fang Wenbao, bring a longevity golden Buddha, congratulations to Mr. Chen on his birthday!"

Suddenly, the doorman's singing caused countless exclamations in the hall.

Shaolin is a thousand-year-old temple, with an outstanding reputation, from the dignitaries to the countryside, they have heard the prestige of Shaolin.

In the martial arts, the status of Shaolin is even more respected, and even faintly shows the posture of the leader, and now this Shaolin actually went to the countryside to celebrate his birthday, which is really unexpected by many people.

And after seeing the three Shaolin monks holding the golden Buddha and walking into the hall, everyone was even more discussed.

"These three are the masters of Shaolin, and they are really extraordinary."

"Of course."

There are people who are smart in their eyes, and they even pointed to the three of them, and introduced them to the juniors around them:

"You see, these three masters walked calmly, but they landed silently, and these skills have obviously entered the darkness.

Especially the one who is the leader, his eyes are shining, his temples are high and bulging, it is obvious that the dark strength kung fu has been perfected, and he is only one step away from the transformation of the strength master.

And the two in the back are not bad, and they are expected to get a glimpse of the gate of Huajin. ”

"Wow!"

The old man's explanation immediately caused an exclamation.

The master of chemical strength, the whole world combined, will never exceed fifty.

And these fifty people are either masters hidden deep in the palace, or heroic heroes who are like such masters, guarding one side.

And now the three disciples of Shaolin He Shou have actually shown the potential to become the Grandmaster of Huajin, how can this not amaze everyone?

In the middle of the chairman, sitting is the protagonist of this birthday banquet - the master of spearmanship who killed the Qingfeng thieves at the beginning.

Although he is already half a hundred, just looking at his appearance, this master of gunsmiths is like a young man in his thirties, and he does not have any old age at all.

Especially those eyes, sharp and sharp, revealing a different kind of look, which is unforgettable.

On his left-hand side, a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old with thick eyebrows and big eyes was congratulating him:

"Even Shaolin has to celebrate your birthday for Uncle Chen, it seems that Daddy's Tai Chi method has really become famous all over the world - oops!"

It's just that before the boy finished speaking, he was knocked the top of his head.

The young man looked behind him aggrievedly:

"Sister, why are you beating me?"

Beside the young man, the pretty-looking woman withdrew her fist and said to Nunu on the other side of the table:

"Xiao Ming, are you talking about our father's Tai Chi method at this table, are you sure you are not mocking?"

On the right hand side of the master of marksmanship, sitting is a man in Taoist robes about thirty years old.

If that spear skill is just an unforgettable thing to teach people, then this man in a Taoist robe is not only extremely handsome, but also reveals a heart-wrenching grandmaster temperament.

This man in the Taoist robe is like a magnet with magical power, even if he just sits quietly on the chair, he attracts the attention of everyone on the table.

Even the master of spearmanship on the main throne was a little overshadowed by this invisible bearing.

Seeing his son's ignorance, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and explained:

"Zhi'er is right, Ming'er, these things are famous all over the world, usually behind closed doors, just listen to it happily, if you get it on this table and say it, it will really be laughing and generous."

When the man in the robe heard this, he smiled and said:

"Eh, why should Senior Chen be arrogant? I also greatly admire the Chen's Tai Chi created by my predecessors. ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said with a wry smile:

"How is Chen's Tai Chi, the old man knows it, in the words of the Dugu senior, it may be good, but he still hasn't got out of that cage...... Compared with Junbao you, who is pointing directly at Baodan Avenue, how can the gap be reasonable? ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man glanced at the three Shaolin monks on the other side of the hall, who were like stars holding the moon, and said in a deep voice:

"However, I have never had much friendship with Shaolin, and when these three masters suddenly visited, I am afraid that the drunkard does not mean to drink."

If Su Hang was also at the table, he would definitely be able to recognize that the host of this birthday banquet was Chen Bu, the old man Chen, who had taught all the big gun piles.

As for the heroic man, he was naturally the peerless great master who had taught Su Hang's foundation of national arts, and his name was immortal, Zhang Junbao.

For more than ten years, Junbao has traveled everywhere, and it has long faded from its original youth.

On top of martial arts, he polished and mellowed the Tai Chi boxing method, sat on his hips and hugged Dan, opened up an unprecedented new world of martial arts, and became a veritable generation of grandmasters.

Of course, no matter when, Junbao's kind and sincere heart will not change.

While the two were chatting, the three Shaolin monks led by Fang Wenbao also came to the table under the attention of everyone.

"Fang Wenbao, Zhou Xinbao, and Li Mingbao, the first disciples of Shaolin Luohan Hall, have seen Senior Chen, and wish Senior Chen happiness like the East China Sea and longevity than Nanshan."

Heart Treasure?

Junbao's expression moved, and when he looked up, he found that among the three Shaolin monks who congratulated him, there was a black mole the size of a thumb on his left face, which was the heart treasure that had clashed with him at the beginning.

After many years, Junbao has long been out of his mind about the unpleasantness at the beginning.

However, the appearance of Xinbao made Junbao involuntarily think of his life in Shaolin Temple, as well as Tianbao.

Just as Chen Bu and the three Shaolin monks were greeting, the doorman sang, making the hall silent again.

"Scattered Su Hang, bring a copy of Taijiquan to congratulate Chen on his senior's birthday!"