Chapter 135: Grace and Righteousness [Thanks to Lejun Alliance Lord]
"Hmph!" Zuo Le slapped his hand on the chair, and he flew into the air. His five fingers in the air were like a knife, and he slashed at Lei Yu's head.
Leiyu sneered when he saw this, and swung his iron fist towards Zuo Le's slashing palm knife.
The fist wind roared and the air rippled.
Wei Feiju and others sneered when they saw this, Qin Ziling and Zheng Xinghan also sneered.
However, Qu Chenlong, as well as Lu Taiqiang, Shen Xiujin, Yu Yan and other disciples from the inner courtyard of Hantie Palm who were accompanying them all had sudden changes in their expressions.
Boxing is afraid of young people. This Leiyu is only in his early thirties. He has a tall body and strong muscles. He looks like a brave and powerful man with surging energy and blood. If Zuo Le were ten years younger, he might still be able to fight with him. , but now I'm afraid I'm bringing shame on myself.
Just when the fists and palms were about to collide, Zuo Le's palm knife burst out with a little light, just like a real knife reflecting the cold metallic light in the sun.
Leiyu's expression changed suddenly, and Wei Feiju and others' expressions also changed suddenly, and they stood up suddenly.
But it's too late.
"Bang!" A dull sound suddenly sounded in the hall.
The air fluctuates violently.
Leiyu's whole body seemed to be hit by an incomparable terrifying force. He took several steps back until he hit a thick pillar and stopped.
His iron fist trembled slightly, the skin on it was torn, and a little blood dripped down. The sword light transformed by Zuo Le's strength suddenly broke through the iron skin and injured the muscles.
Zuo Le's body fell gently in the air, and he stood with his hands behind his hands. His eyes slowly swept over Wei Feiju and others, and he said coldly: "Who wants to test my Zuo Le's abilities? I will accompany you to the end!"
Wei Feiju and others struggled to move their Adam's apples, and their faces became ugly.
They never dreamed that Zuo Le, who they thought they could manipulate at will, was already a Huajin martial artist!
"Ahem, Brother Zuo, congratulations, congratulations! Leiyu was just joking just now. Brother Zuo, please don't take it seriously." Wei Feiju's expression changed several times, and he stepped forward and laughed.
"Really?" A sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of Zuo Le's mouth.
"It's absolutely true, it's absolutely true!" Wei Feiju continued to apologize with a smile.
"Then the one thousand five hundred taels you just said was a joke?" Zuo Le sneered.
"That's right, that's right." Wei Feiju nodded repeatedly, then showed a wry smile and said with a look of embarrassment, "However, Brother Zuo, the price you just offered is too high, and we can't afford it!"
"Haha, Feiju, after so many years of friendship, how could I treat you and Ma Chuan badly in terms of price? Seven thousand taels, half of the exotic beasts, and a pair of breeding beasts, this is already a friendly price, there is no way I can Lower it again." Zuo Le said with a smile on his face, replying with the words Wei Feiju said at the beginning.
Seeing this, Qu Chenlong, Lu Taiqiang and others clenched their fists, held their chests high, and looked excited.
Just now, the other party was so arrogant and looked like he was sure to defeat them, but they were frustrated to death!
"Brother Zuo, don't bully others too much! Although you are already a Huajin martial artist, you are not young after all, and we have three Yunjin martial artists and a Ningjin martial artist, all of whom are in the prime of life. We are really in danger. We, you may not be able to get away with it, maybe you will have to explain it here." Wei Feiju's face gradually darkened, and he said slowly.
"That's right Zuo Le, I admit that Huajin martial artist is very powerful, but if we really want to fight, do you really think you can beat four of them?" Lei Yu tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, tied up his injured fist, and looked at
Staring at Zuo Le fiercely.
"Well, as I get older, one against four is really too much for me! Xinghan, why don't you come forward and help me as a teacher!" Zuo Le sighed, then turned to Zheng Xinghan and said.
"Yes, Master Zuo!" Zheng Xinghan bowed slightly, and then walked up from behind under the surprised eyes of everyone.
With every step he took, his momentum became stronger and stronger. In addition to the increasing surge of energy and blood, there was also a trace of cold air emanating from his body, making the temperature in the hall seem to drop.
Vigor!
Lu Taiqiang and others' eyes suddenly widened with shock and disbelief on their faces, while Wei Feiju and others' expressions changed again.
"Zheng Xinghan, I didn't expect you to become a martial artist!" Wei Feiju said with an extremely ugly expression.
"Master Zuo is a Huajin martial artist. If he doesn't have a Jinli martial arts disciple, wouldn't it be a loss of status?" Zheng Xinghan said lightly, looking at Wei Feiju with eyes full of disdain and disdain.
This look made Wei Feiju very unhappy.
In the past, Zheng Xinghan was just a junior who had exhausted his potential and had no hope of becoming a martial artist. He had never been respectful to him when he saw him, but now he looked at him with such disdain!
But Wei Feiju didn't dare to get angry!
Zheng Xinghan is ten years younger than him. Even though he is only a Ningjin martial artist, he is young, strong and full of vitality. If we really want to fight him, we don’t know who will win!
It can be said that Zheng Xinghan is now fully qualified to be on an equal footing with him, and his future is brighter than him.
"Brother Zuo, can we really not discuss it anymore?" Wei Feiju asked in a pleading tone.
"No, and please don't call me eldest brother again, we have broken off our friendship!" Zuo Le replied coldly.
"Okay, let the four of us discuss it." Wei Feiju looked at Zuo Le's unmoved cold face and said with bitterness and regret.
Originally, Sixian Village had a Huajin martial artist and a Ningjin martial artist. With the addition of him and Ma Chuan, two Yunjin martial arts masters, Sixian Village would immediately become one of the most powerful forces outside the West City, with great prospects for rapid development.
It was possible, but now it is absolutely impossible.
"Okay." Zuo Le nodded expressionlessly.
After the four people discussed it, they finally reluctantly agreed to Zuo Le's conditions.
On that day, the Zuo family and the Qu family, together with their servants and maids, a total of more than one hundred people packed their personal belongings, loaded fifteen donkey carts and carriages, left Sixian Village in a mighty manner, and moved into An
Hecun Shuiyue Villa.
That night, Shuiyue Villa was brightly lit, bustling with people, and very lively.
Inside the village, Cao Zhengbin originally lived in the courtyard of a large house with four entrances and four exits.
Qin Ziling was giving a girl a bun with her hair in two buns, and her big eyes were moving around. At first glance, she looked like an eccentric little boy. She asked brain teasers questions, which made the little boy laugh and scream from time to time.
The boy's name is Zuo Cong. He is eight years old and is the son of Zuo Le.
When he was young, Zuo Le devoted himself to pursuing martial arts and was unwilling to get married. It was not until his forties that he gave up on martial arts and got married at the urging of his parents.
After getting married, Zuo Le's wife was not pregnant with a child for a long time. It was not until eight years ago, when Zuo Le was about to know his fate, that she became pregnant and gave birth to a son, named Zuo Cong, hoping that he would be smart and intelligent.
Zuo Cong lived up to his parents' expectations. He was far smarter and smarter than other children of the same age since he was a child. However, he was frail and sickly. He took a lot of medicine and saw many famous doctors without much improvement.
Now eight years old, he looks as thin and frail as a five or six-year-old child, but his cleverness and conversational skills are far superior to those of children of the same age.
I don’t know why, but Zuo Cong and Qin Ziling are particularly close to each other. After meeting Qin Ziling on the way to escort, he has been clinging to him like a follower and can’t get rid of him.
Lu Taiqiang and other inner courtyard disciples tried their best to please this junior fellow apprentice, but he all behaved indifferently.
It was already midnight in the evening. Lu Taiqiang and others left Shuiyue Villa early. Only Qin Ziling was left in Shuiyue Villa because his family lived in Anhe Village, so he justifiably stayed in Shuiyue Villa. Zuo Cong was still pestering him.
"It's getting late, Cong'er. You go to sleep with your mother first. Dad and your senior brother Qin still have some things to discuss." Zuo Le, the old man who had a son, loved Zuo Cong very much. Seeing that he only recognized Qin Ziling, he was both happy and a little a little bit confused.
Worried that Qin Ziling would be annoyed if he pestered him so much, he stepped forward and said when he saw that it was almost time.
"Okay, daddy." Zuo Cong responded obediently, then reluctantly pulled Qin Ziling's sleeve, looked at him eagerly and said, "Brother Ziling, can you come over and play with me tomorrow?"
Among Zuo Le's many disciples, Zuo Cong is called senior brother, and is only called brother Qin Ziling.
"Cong'er, don't be ridiculous. Your senior brother Qin has his own things to do tomorrow. How can he come to accompany you at any time..." Zuo Le scolded him quickly after hearing this.
"It's okay Master Zuo, I just have nothing to do tomorrow." Qin Ziling interrupted with a smile.
"Great!" Zuo Cong jumped up happily.
Qin Ziling smiled, then rubbed his little head and said, "Go to bed now. Your father and I still have some things to discuss."
"Yes!" Zuo Cong nodded obediently, then turned and left accompanied by the maid.
"Zi Ling, this child Cong'er has been spoiled by me and his mother since he was a child. Don't take it to heart." After Zuo Cong left, Zuo Le said to Qin Ziling with a hint of apology.
"It's okay. Zuo Cong is smart and well-behaved. I like him very much." Qin Ziling said with a smile.
"Yes, Cong'er is indeed much smarter than children of the same age. It's a pity that he has been weak and sick since childhood and is not suitable for martial arts training!" Zuo Le shook his head with regret, then pointed to the study and said: "Let's go to the study to talk."
After that, the two of them walked side by side towards the study.
"Zuo Cong's physique is indeed a bit weak, and Master Zuo's cold iron palm is opened and closed in a vigorous way, which is not suitable for training at a young age. However, you can consider teaching him to breathe in and out of Qi refining to cultivate his health.
Law." Qin Ziling said as he followed Zuo Le into the study.
"Qi refining does nourish the body, but the method of refining qi is kept secret. If you want to become a disciple of the Qi Refining Sect, you not only have to pay a lot of money, but you also need to have spiritual talent.
I can barely scrape together the money, but I heard that the innate spiritual roots for qi refining are rare, and there is no qi refining sect in Fangshan County, so even if you want to become a disciple, there is nowhere to go." Zuo Le shook his head and said.
"I do have a method of refining qi. If Master Zuo is willing, you can let Zuo Cong give it a try," Qin Ziling said.