Yu Tianlai has been in Beijing for these days, he has played the name of "invincible" with his fists, and he is also a guest on the throne of Prince Kang, so naturally there are few people who are flattered. Therefore, on the day he officially accepted the apprentices, the "Wing Chun Club" was full of people, and there was an endless stream of people who came to congratulate him.

"Ha, the little sect leader is so lively here!"

Yu Tianlai, who was receiving guests in front of the door, heard this voice, turned his head and saw Prince Kang Jieshu and the other three walking over. He hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, hugged his fists and bowed down, and said: "With Prince Lao coming to cheer on the scene, this small martial arts hall is really shining." ”

Jie Shu smiled and waved his hand and said: "The little sect leader doesn't need to be polite, I came here today as a private person, and you just treat me as an ordinary friend." By the way, I also brought three friends to your banquet today, one of the two sons is surnamed Long, the other is surnamed Cao, and the old gentleman's surname is Ji. ”

Yu Tianlai's eyes were perceptive, and he had already seen the extraordinaryness of the three people around Jieshu.

The old man surnamed Ji was about fifty years old, with short hair like ink, his eyes were introverted, and his skin was crystal white and full of elasticity, which was clearly a sign that his internal kung fu had reached a very high level.

The young man surnamed Cao is handsome and handsome, although he is only a teenager, he is quite polite in his gestures, and he is obviously from a famous family and has a good education.

This old and young man are certainly non-popular, but they are obviously respected by the young man surnamed Long. He should be slightly older than the young man surnamed Cao, and his face can only be regarded as upright, and there are many scars after smallpox healing, and his appearance is really flattering, but his eyes are extremely agile and energetic, and there is a faint majesty that people dare not face between the expectations, and he seems to be the one who has been in the top position for a long time.

Yu Tianlai's heart moved slightly, and while he politely beckoned the four of them to enter, he secretly signaled that Jieshu was one step behind. Then he lowered his voice and asked, "Lord Wang, if you don't see badly in your eyes, this Long Gongzi is a very talented person. I also asked the prince to show how to greet him later, so as not to violate any taboos. ”

Jie Shu was slightly surprised, and then chuckled: "Little sect leader, you are really smart. But I don't want to say much about the identity of Long Gongzi, he is not only here in small service, but he doesn't want others to treat him differently. You just have to remember in your heart that he is precious, and greet him as usual on the surface. ”

Although Jieshu has no real power now, he is one of the six princes of the Manchu Dynasty, and he still wants to use "precious" to describe this dragon prince, and when he mentions the dragon prince, he faintly reveals a sense of respect, if Yu Tianlai can't guess the true identity of this dragon prince, he will be a traverser in vain.

At the same time, he also understood Jieshu's position in the court, and it turned out that he had bet his chips on the side of the little emperor who had not yet been in power. Now that he thinks about it, he is recruiting all kinds of strange people in the name of fun, and he should also be secretly managing the power for the little emperor.

These thoughts turned like lightning in his heart, but Yu Tianlai's face never changed in the slightest, but he just arched his hand towards Jie Shu to express his gratitude for his guidance.

Everyone came to the main hall and sat down separately, because Jieshu had the highest status on the bright side, so everyone pushed him to be the first.

Yu Tianlai noticed that he was sitting in the first place, and from time to time he peeked at Long Gongzi who was sitting in the lower seat next to him with his eyes, and his face showed a slight hint of uneasiness, so he became more and more sure of Fang Cai's guess.

Seeing that the time had come and the apprenticeship ceremony had officially begun, Yu Tianlai sat down on a Taishi chair in the hall, and the twelve newly recruited disciples stood in two rows in front of him.

There was a master of ceremonies next to him who said loudly: "There is the head of the Wing Chun Boxing Club, Yu Tianlai, who accepts Xin Mian and other twelve people as disciples. You should respect your teacher, study hard, and live up to your high expectations!"

The twelve disciples bowed in unison and replied, "Remember!"

The master of ceremonies shouted: "Apprentice!"

The twelve disciples immediately bowed down to Yu Tianlai and bowed to the teacher.

Yu Tianlai was bowed by these disciples, and then got up and stepped forward, helping them up one by one, and each person who helped them up, he would take out a pair of butterfly knives with cold light from the tray held by one person next to him, and hand them over to the disciples.

After helping all the twelve disciples up and giving them butterfly knives, Yu Tianlai returned to the middle and said: "In addition to the boxing method, there is also a unique scientific name called 'Eight Chopping Knife'. Twelve pairs of butterfly knives were carefully created for the master to give to you, which means that he will never hide his personal interests in the future, and he will definitely teach what he has learned. But now these twelve pairs of butterfly knives have not yet opened, and it will be the day when you are full of art to come out of the mountain, and this knife will be the time to see blood!"

The twelve disciples held their swords together and bowed their hands to Yu Tianlai, and said in unison: "I will definitely live up to the high expectations of my teacher!"

Before Yu Tianlai could open his mouth to encourage his disciples, a sneer suddenly came from outside the door: "What a big pomp! What a big breath! It's a pity that the one who spoke was a milky child, it's really ridiculous!"

"What nonsense? Get out!"

Yu Tianlai's face remained unchanged, and he raised his hand to stop the disciples who were scolding and defending the dignity of the master, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Master Bayan, the master said goodbye in a hurry a few days ago, and Yu thought it would be difficult to see him again." How do you know that the master actually took the initiative to come to visit, but it was Yu's unexpected joy. ”

He had the ability to never forget, and these few sentences of Chinese with a strange tone were distinctive, which made it easy for him to think of the Tibetan secret master Bayan Lama, who had been under his fist not long ago. The other party made it clear that the comer was not good, so his words also implied a sharp edge, and a few words just now were to ridicule this person for losing the competition and leaving in anger, but today he took the initiative to make trouble, and his character was really unbearable.

"You are not very old, why are you so sharp-toothed and sharp-tongued? It shows that Bayan is right, you junior really deserve some lessons!"

The other was a shrill and erratic voice that came from an adult man, making everyone who heard it feel very awkward.

Yu Tianlai's eyes shrank slightly, and he knew his person when he heard his voice, and the speaker's martial arts cultivation was far above Bayan.

With these words, more than a dozen yellow-clothed lamas broke into the hall with unscrupulous momentum. The lamas, including Bayan, clustered a young lama with a handsome face that was almost indistinguishable from a man and a woman, like the stars holding the moon, and Yu Tianlai, who was standing in the center of the hall, faintly formed a confrontation.

"'Demon Monk' Keba!" One of the people who came to watch the ceremony knew the young lama, and his face changed dramatically and he exclaimed.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was moved. Although Yu Tianlai has made a name for "invincible" in Beijing, no one will seriously think that he is invincible in Beijing.

Just because in the Beijing Division, there are still four top masters from the Manchu, Mongolian, Han and Tibetan ethnic groups. Although they never competed with the martial arts of the Jingshi for fame and status, they naturally surpassed ordinary martial artists, like heavenly gods looking down on mortal beings. And the "demon monk" Keba in front of him is one of them.