After the two of them had a full meal, they came back slowly with the stone lock, and Senior Brother Xu also reported this morning's incident to the master.

"Alas, this group of insects is becoming more and more rampant, but it is just suffering the poor people in Jiangnan!"

Master Zhao sighed, he was also a jealous and hateful man when he was young, and when he first came to Shaoxing, he was extremely unhappy when he saw this scene, but what could he do?

Carrying a pair of iron fists to eliminate harm for the people?

Don't be kidding, even Qianlong's 'perfect old man' can't suppress the Cao Gang, hundreds of thousands or even millions of young and strong men, how can they be eliminated by one person?

"Does the court not care?"

Meng Ke asked a question that made him want to laugh.

There is nothing to do, and there is nothing to do in summer and spring. I usually don't think about the court, but at this time I think about the court?

"The people of Jiangnan are people, and the Cao Gang is also people."

Master Zhao glanced at Meng Ke meaningfully.

"And do you think it's a group of scattered people who are easy to bully, or the hundreds of thousands of young people gathered under the golden sign of the Cao Gang are easy to bully? These people are all outlaws, and they never think about the consequences, once the court forces them back...... That's the second long-haired army. ”

Meng Ke nodded, he understood, it was nothing more than seeing that the people had no organization and no charter, so they were easy to bully.

But they forgot one thing, there are hundreds of thousands of people in the Cao Gang, but there are tens of millions of people in Jiangnan.

It's just that...... There's just a lack of an organizer.

Meng Ke's expression was calm, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

"Listen to your Senior Brother Xu, what do you want to do to those three people today?"

Master Zhao changed his words.

"They have all bullied their faces, if I don't make a move, won't I lose Master's face?"

Meng Keji was very thief, so he directly changed the concept of the problem and threw it back.

"No, no, no, the word martial arts is disassembled into the words 'stop' and 'ge'. The purpose of practicing martial arts is not to beat people, but to stop fighting and quell unrest. ”

When Master Zhao seized the opportunity, he preached:

"This is also the meaning of 'practicing martial arts before cultivating martial virtues'. Okay, you go down first, and then I will let Senior Brother Xu teach you what martial arts are. ”

After that, he gave Xu Gong, who was standing aside, a look of deep meaning.

Xu Gong immediately understood and took over the task: "Master rest assured, leave everything to me, I will definitely train the little junior brother into a qualified 'martial artist'!"

On the word warrior, he also emphasized it.

"Well, go ahead."

The two of them retreated and walked into a quiet room next to the martial arts arena.

"Senior brother, if you encounter this situation in the future, the first thing you will do is to report to the master and bring yourself out of the background. I think there is anyone in Shaoxing City who dares not to give our Xingyi disciples a face? ”

Senior Brother Xu was quite proud in his words.

"If the other party really doesn't give face, then let him sign a life and death certificate or wait for him to use the knife first, and then we will shoot. The reason why Master didn't let us do it easily was not because of martial virtues, but because we were afraid of the law. ”

"I still remember that when the master first came to Shaoxing to set up a museum, not only to make a name, but also because of the Cao Gang's oppression and kindness, it was directly at the Cao Gang's rudder gate to set up a ring, set up a life and death situation, and invited their helmsman and double-flower red stick. As a result, the dignified rudder master was beaten to death by the master at the rudder door. I was about the same age as you, a young man of sixteen or seventeen......"

"The ......"

Meng Ke weakly raised his hand and interjected: "Senior brother, I said that I was only 11 years old, do you believe it?"

“……”

Xu Gong glanced at Meng Ke up and down, revealing an expression of 'do you think I should believe it'.

"Ahem......"

Meng Ke embarrassedly diverted the topic: "The gang in the rudder of the Cao Gang just watched their helmsman being killed at the door?"

"Or else? The master brought hundreds of uncles and uncles and thousands of disciples to support the master. All of them are armed with long sticks, and their martial arts are extraordinary, how can they tolerate these empty and powerful coolies? ”

Xu Gong snorted coldly, and seemed to look down on the Cao Gang's attitude of bullying the weak and fearing the hard:

"They dare to disagree?"

Meng Ke touched his nose and had nothing to say.

Is there anything better than a master guarding a calf?

Yes, that is, this master not only protects the calves, but also has disciples all over the world.

This is the 'martial arts' of the late Qing Dynasty.

……

It took half a day for Senior Brother Xu to teach him almost the experience of walking the rivers and lakes.

The golden crow flew to the center of the sky, and Meng Ke felt hungry again, so he planned to go back to Zhou's mansion to find something to eat to fill his stomach.

"Eh, junior brother, if you are bullied by some forces outside, don't hold back, you have to tell Master."

Just as he walked to the door, Senior Brother Xu seemed to remember something, so he shouted, "When the time comes, Master will ask their boss to come out and reason."

Hearing this, Meng Ke stumbled and almost fell.

Reasonable?

What to say? Of course it's a fist, or a mouth?

Today's events made Meng Ke feel very familiar.

There is a feeling of HSH.

It's like Da Bohao is passing a message for Brother Bin, and he wants to get the other party's boss to come out and talk about it.

In his impression, shouldn't a warrior hold a three-foot sword, be angry, and splash blood with five steps?

Why do you still talk about human feelings?

Old man Li Xuejian's face and hoarse voice flashed in his mind, and in the end he could only laugh at himself: "Alas, after all, I am old and can't keep up with the times." ’

He shook his head and walked away.

......

The New Year has passed, and the people in various counties and towns in the south of the Yangtze River have been busy.

As soon as the Lantern Festival came out, Brother Xun was thrown away by Master Zhou to the Sanwei Book House to study with Mr. Shou Jingwu, the teacher of the school.

It is also beautifully said: since you think you are mature, then you have to pay the price for your maturity.

Of course, early enrollment isn't a bad thing in the long run.

Shou Jingwu is a square, simple and erudite gentleman. His personality and academic spirit will leave an unforgettable impression on Brother Xun.

Can...... How can ten-year-old Brother Xun understand this?

Now he only knows that in the future, he will have to go out early and return late every day, memorize every day, and have homework every day......

I haven't even had time to play with Runtu and Ru.

On the day he went to the private school, the wind was noisy and the snow was fluttering, just a song and a plum cut, and he could turn into a tidal sea spirit.

Looking at Brother Xun, whose tears couldn't stop falling, Meng Ke had no choice but to hug Xiaoru and pull him aside to comfort: "Zhangshou, how old are you and still crying?" In the future, you will study literature, and I will practice martial arts, and they complement each other, isn't it good? You have to work hard, don't I become a generation of heroes by then, and you haven't become a great writer yet. ”

Brother Xun, who was originally emotionally stable, felt a sense of familiarity when he heard 'You practice literature, I practice martial arts, and complement each other'.

So he turned his head and looked at his father and Steward Li standing next to his father.

Suddenly, I was even more sad.

I lost my struggle! ’