Half an hour later, everyone came out of the living room and dispersed to start practicing.
Wei Tao was in front of a human stake, practicing his fighting moves one after another.
His brows furrowed from time to time, as if he was lost in thought, thinking about something.
"Junior Brother Seventh is so good at acting that he almost deceived me.
If you are setting up a stage to sing an opera, I will definitely go there, senior brother, to not only support people but also make money."
Senior Brother Tan Pan quietly came closer, lowered his voice and said with a smile.
"Oh? Senior brother, what does this mean? I don't understand."
He closed his fists and stood up, picking up the towel lying aside and wiping his sweat.
"If I hadn't witnessed you smashing the leg of Chen Chengyuan of the Iron Leg Sect with one punch, senior brother would have been deceived by you today."
Tan Pan winked and said with a smile, "But Seventh Junior Brother, you don't need to think too much. Since the Iron Legs sect wiped out the clan, no one has mentioned this matter, so the teacher naturally doesn't know about it."
Wei Tao said seriously, "Tenth Junior Brother's Qi and blood are strong and quality, and his boxing techniques are powerful and powerful. I am indeed no match for him."
Tan Panshen nodded in agreement, "For the teacher to value him so much, Xiao Shi is naturally very talented. In addition to being young and energetic, and a bit aggressive, his progress in cultivation is indeed impeccable. None of our brothers and sisters are far behind.
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Wei Tao smiled slightly and took up the red line fist stance again, "If a young man is not full of energy, then he is still called a young man. Just wait a few years and settle down a little."
"I hope so. Junior Brother Wei reminded me that I should tell the teacher when I have the opportunity to strictly discipline Xiao Shi and tell him not to be too showy outside, lest he be destroyed by the wind..."
Tan Pan sighed and changed the topic to another direction, "Junior Brother Wei, please don't take it seriously about the rebels that the teacher just mentioned.
The family must make some preparations in advance. In addition to stocking up on some food, it is also best to pack up the necessary gifts so that if something unexpected happens in the future, you can just grab it and leave, and gather at the martial arts hall to take refuge."
Wei Tao listened silently and suddenly asked, "I haven't been out for a while. Could it be that the rebels from Mozhou have already approached Cangyuan City?"
Tan Pandao said, "Mozhou and Qizhou are separated by endless mountains, so it is not easy for a large group of rebels to come over.
However, there are some small groups of bandits who are causing chaos on the ground in Qizhou, and we have to guard against them."
"The news I just heard from Jiao Yun last time is that Huang Xuzhou's family has been sending people outside the city recently to cooperate with Fenglin Army in suppressing these bandits.
It’s just that the military town suffered huge losses while encircling and suppressing a disciple of a certain sect, and the situation that had been stabilized once again had omissions.”
"Just before and after we went to the inner city for the garden party, a black cavalry team of the Zhou family suffered a defeat outside the city. It is said that they have not recovered to this day."
When Wei Tao heard this, he suddenly remembered the team of Zhou family martial arts masters he met on the street that day, and nodded thoughtfully.
After saying a few more words, Tan Pan turned around to leave, but turned back after a few steps.
"I was interrupted by my seventh junior brother just now, so I almost forgot the most important thing."
He coughed lightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face, "Seventh Junior Brother, someone wants to treat you to dinner."
"Invite me to dinner?"
Wei Tao gathered his energy and blood, his expression confused.
"Senior brother, you also know that I am neither famous nor powerful. I really can't think of anyone who would want to invite me to dinner."
Tan Pan blinked, "It doesn't matter that junior brother is unknown and powerful, but she has someone who is ready to treat you to dinner."
"Sir, please stop playing riddles and just tell me who it is."
"It's Mrs. Qu." Tan Pan leaned closer and lowered his voice.
Wei Tao was stunned for a moment and was speechless as Tan Pan continued to speak.
"Yesterday I went to the inner city, and Mrs. Qu invited me and Jiaoyun to have tea. We specifically mentioned the Seventh Junior Brother to her.
She said at that time that after finishing the work at hand, she would find a day to invite your family to have a casual meal."
Ahem...
Tan Pan choked on his own saliva and cleared his throat several times, "I always feel that this matter needs careful consideration."
"What are you thinking about? Is there anything worth thinking about?"
Wei Tao sighed, "Senior Brother, you took the initiative to mention my name, and others just said it casually?"
He found that Tan Pan seemed to be a changed person after being injured.
Could it be that I haven’t practiced boxing hard for a while, so I turned my energy to other aspects?
Tan Pan frowned and fell into deep thought, "I have been thinking about what Mrs. Qu really meant by her words."
"Is it because the parents of both parties are meeting, or is it because she wants to meet the parents of the seventh junior brother."
Muttering to himself, he turned and left, completely ignoring Wei Tao's surprised look.
After Tan Pan left, Wei Tao gathered his thoughts and once again immersed himself in the practice of Red Line Boxing.
From time to time, a picture of a long river flowing into the mountains appears before my eyes.
That was the Red Thread Fist visualization scroll that Master Zhou showed them, and they finally found it after all the hard work.
When he first saw this picture, Wei Tao didn't feel anything.
But at the next moment, he was inexplicably trance-like.
It was as if the picture in that scroll was full of magic, attracting all his spirit.
The qi and blood in the body also seemed to be inexplicably pulled and began to accelerate along the most basic route.
In an instant, he suddenly came back to his senses and secretly observed the other people in the living room.
Only then did I realize that only senior brother Tan Pan was staring at the scroll, looking like he was distracted, while the others had no reaction at all, even the ten new disciples accepted by the teacher were no different.
Perhaps only by cultivating to the depths of the realm of coagulation can this picture resonate.
Those whose internal training progress is insufficient will not be affected in any way.
Wei Tao was filled with surprise.
The visualization scroll unfolded by Master Zhou clearly looked like an ordinary ink landscape painting.
Not to mention anything else, for a painting of almost the same level, you can find a bunch of painters competing for business in Cangyuan City for less than a penny at most. If the quantity is large, you can even break your bones.
So why does this picture have such an indescribable impact on people?
Could it be because of the material of the scroll?
Or are there other secrets hidden inside?
Wei Tao was a little confused.
However, he still has the Blood Lotus Catalog of the Iron Leg Sect in his hand.
When nothing happens, I will take it out and rub it to watch.
I never found anything out of the ordinary about the material.
Perhaps only when the pangolin leg has reached full coagulation and 100% progress can we notice the difference.
Until Master Zhou folded the red line chart and put it away, Wei Tao was in some inexplicable emotion, which lasted throughout the afternoon of boxing practice.
Time passed little by little.
When Wei Tao finished his practice, the sky had darkened and the wind gradually became stronger, quickly blowing away and recycling the warmth given to the earth by the sunlight during the day.
He had dinner at the martial arts school by the way, but instead of going home directly after going out, he turned in another direction.
It had just darkened and there were already very few pedestrians on the street.
Passing by the meat pie shop where he often ate, Wei Tao just wanted to buy some as a late night snack, but found that the originally prosperous shop was closed.
Passing through the gap in the door panel and looking inward, it was dark and dim, and not even a single person could be seen.
"I haven't been here to buy meatloaf for a few days. Don't look, this shop is no longer in business." said the old man sitting next to him smoking a cigarette.
"Isn't their business always good? Why did they suddenly stop doing it?" Wei Tao asked.
"Something happened to the shopkeeper and his eldest son. The proprietress couldn't afford to run the stall by herself, so she had to take her youngest son back to her hometown."
"What happened?"
"They had saved a lot of money over the years, so they bought a small farm outside the city and hired a few long-term workers to farm the land and harvest grain. When they were older, they cashed in the store and went to Zhuangzi to retire."
When the old man said this, he sighed and patted his thigh.
"The trouble happened at the farm. A few days ago, the shopkeeper went to the farm to clean up the house as usual.
Unexpectedly, the gangsters rushed over, and not even a few long-term workers survived..."
Wei Tao frowned slightly, "Something can happen to the farm on the edge of Cangyuan City. It seems that the situation is indeed getting more and more chaotic."
"Well, they say they are gangsters. In fact, from what I can see, it's hard to say who these people are.
Maybe he becomes a bandit at night, changes his clothes during the day and becomes an obedient citizen of the court again..."
The old man talked nonchalantly, knocking his cigarette stick against the wall from time to time, shaking off a few sparks.
Wei Tao silently turned around and left, quickly leaving the long street and entering an alley.
After turning left and right, we stopped in a remote courtyard.
Two men in green clothes glanced through the crack in the door.
He quickly put away the sharp knife in his hand and opened the door a crack.
Wei Tao glanced around and ducked in, "Where is that disciple of the Iron Legs Sect?"
A man in green clothes said respectfully, "Back to the young master, he got very drunk at noon and is still sleeping in the room."
"Take me there."
Wei Tao was led into the room. In a dark and humid environment, the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.
A man was curled up on the bed in the corner, wrapped in a quilt and sleeping soundly.
"He is the direct disciple of the Iron Legs Sect, Shang Bian?"
Wei Tao came closer and observed carefully, "Why doesn't he look like a martial artist?"
"Going back to the young master, when we found him, he seemed to have suffered serious internal injuries. He has been like this since he was rescued."
"Wake him up and come find me next door."
Wei Tao said nothing, turned around and left the room.