I wonder if Wen Ziling has had no playmates since she was a child and grew up in loneliness, so that she feels that Ximen Lang is like a naughty and willful younger brother, but she always wants to pamper him and does not want to refuse his request.
Seeing that he insisted on going to see his father, Wen Ziling could only sigh helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll help you there."
Ximen Lang smiled and said, "No need, the injury on my leg has healed now, and I can walk by myself." He stood up.
However, Wen Ziling was still afraid that something might happen to him, so she took the initiative to hold his hand and said, "Then let's go."
The two held hands and walked out of the courtyard. When they were about to enter Wen Ziling's yard, she was afraid that her mother would see that she and Ximen were too affectionate, so she let go of his hand, and the two of them walked into the yard one after the other.
In the courtyard, the green-robed ancestor was sitting on a low stool under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, drinking tea from a large bowl. A leaf fell down. He puffed up his cheeks and blew, and the leaf flew more than ten meters away.
Hong Jiao uses crutches to walk in circles in the courtyard. Her legs are disabled and she exercises every morning to prevent muscle atrophy.
When Ximen Lang saw her, he called out affectionately, "Auntie."
Hong Jiao agreed lightly, without stopping, and continued walking with the help of a cane. His appearance disgusted her, and she cursed in her heart, "You brat, it's not good to look like that, but you have to look like that bastard..."
Wen Ziling led Ximen Lang to the osmanthus tree. Seeing her father's eyes bright and clear, knowing that he was awake now, she said, "Dad, Ximen is here to see you."
The green-robed ancestor chuckled and said, "Sit down quickly and drink tea." He picked up the teapot on the table, filled another large bowl with tea, put the teapot down, and waved his hand for the other party to sit down.
Without any warning, Ximen Lang fell to his knees and said with a serious face: "Master, I want to accept you as my teacher. Please accept me."
As a result, not only Wen Ziling was surprised, but even Hong Jiao who was not far away was confused. She thought to herself, which song was this guy singing? He actually thought of becoming a disciple?
Wen Ziling said hurriedly: "Ximen, what are you doing?"
Ximen Lang straightened his body and said solemnly: "Zi Ling, I have thought about it, the master's magical skills are incredible and worthy of my learning, so I sincerely want to worship him as my teacher and learn martial arts."
Wen Ziling laughed dumbly and said: "You, you didn't choose a good candidate to be your apprentice. Although my father is extremely skilled in martial arts, he has a mental problem. How can he teach you kung fu? If you don't believe me..."
Ximen Lang looked in the direction of her finger and saw that in this short moment, Master Wen's eyes had become blank. Although he was holding a tea bowl in his hand, the mouth of the bowl was tilted, causing the light yellow tea to pour out.
His pants got wet.
A feeling of disappointment permeated Ximen Lang's heart, making him feel as if a basin of cold water was poured down from his head. Yes, although the master is powerful in martial arts, his brain is not bright, so how can he teach himself kung fu!
The expression on his face was noticed by Hui Zhilanxin Wen Ziling, who reminded her in a low voice: "Actually, my mother's martial arts is also very good..."
A word awakened the man in his dream, and Ximen Lang suddenly realized that Zi Ling's mother was also a master, and her knife-throwing skills were rare in the world. Master Wen's brain was not very good, and there was his wife.
By chance, Hong Jiao came over at this moment, with a curious look on her face, and asked, "What's going on?"
Ximen Lang moved his knees, raised his head and bowed, saying: "Master Wife, I'm here, please bow to me from my disciple."
Hong Jiao said expressionlessly: "Young man, I didn't agree to accept you as my disciple, so why did you still accept me? I'm telling you, you kowtow to me voluntarily and it's none of my business."
Wen Ziling said regretfully and angrily: "Mom, why are you like this? Ximen people are quite good. I sincerely want to accept you and dad as my disciples. Dad is confused now, so you should accept this apprentice on his behalf."
Hong Jiao rolled her eyes at her daughter and scolded: "What do you know, is it so simple to accept a disciple? Since ancient times, masters and apprentices have the same affection as father and son. When you accept a disciple, you have to spend all your money to teach each other martial arts. The most important thing is the disciple's conduct.
What if Yan Chou accepts a disciple with corrupt morals and in the future he becomes fully equipped with martial arts skills and bullies his master and destroys his ancestors?"
Wen Ziling hurriedly argued: "Mom, Ximen is definitely not that kind of person. He has very good character."
Hong Jiao snorted coldly, "What do you know? Humans are the most heartless animals. As the saying goes, you know people but don't know their hearts. How do you know that this guy is a good guy? He has no wolfish ambitions. Zi Ling, don't be fooled by some people."
You are deceived by people's superficial illusions. You are so young, how can you know that people's hearts are sinister."
Ximen Lang hurriedly raised his head and confessed: "Master, don't worry, I am definitely not that kind of person. As long as you accept me, I promise to listen to you and be filial to you and Master."
Hong Jiao pondered for a moment and said, "Zi Ling, please stay here. Ximen, come with me into the house. I'll ask you some questions and then consider whether to accept you as my disciple." She turned around and walked towards the house.
Wen Ziling bent down and helped Ximen Lang up and said, "Go quickly."
Ximenlang nodded and said uneasily, "Then I'll go over first." He followed Hong Jiao into the house.
This house was better than the one he lived in, but it was also quite old. On the chair in the east room, Hong Jiao sat there, leaning her crooks on the table, her tone was no longer harsh, and she said softly: "
You can sit down too."
Ximen Lang said quite politely: "Juniors don't dare to sit, just stand."
Hong Jiao nodded slightly, having a slight liking for him, and said: "From now on, I will ask you some questions, and you must answer them truthfully without any concealment."
"I understand, please ask."
"You are an orphan and don't have any relatives in this city, right?"
Ximenlang nodded, "That's right."
Hong Jiao changed the topic and asked: "Are you a gangster?"
"Yes, set up an organization called the Julang Gang."
"How many people are there in your organization?" Hong Jiao was obviously very interested in this.
"More than two hundred people."
"Oh, the number of people is not too small, how big is the current sphere of influence?"
"Occupying the Jacques district."
Hong Jiao's heart moved. It seems that this kid's gang has grown quite a lot. It already has a territory. He is so young, but has such ability. If given time, wouldn't it be a blockbuster? If he is treated as a chess piece
Come and use it, I don’t know what the effect will be, but judging from the sharp edge on its face, this chess piece should be very sharp.