Originally, Lin Changjun wanted to intercept the three Mo brothers halfway and make them retreat.
But this idea was just a flash in the pan and was quickly rejected by Lin Changjun himself.
The apprenticeship banquet is a happy event, and there is absolutely no rule about chasing guests away.
Even if the guest comes uninvited, the host cannot take the initiative to drive away the guest.
Doing this not only completely offended the three Mo brothers, but also made others look down upon them.
So this is something that absolutely cannot be done.
After thinking about it, Lin Changjun decided that it would be appropriate to say hello to Yang Haoran in advance.
Otherwise, Yang Haoran does not know the traditions of Ning'an City, and if any misunderstandings arise if he deliberately arranges them, it will be a big trouble.
Yang Haoran did not appear in the hall early in the morning.
He always avoided such lively situations whenever he could.
What's more, the people who came this time were all friends of Lin Changjun, and he didn't know anyone.
Lin Changjun hurriedly arrived in front of Yang Haoran, and saw something was wrong with his expression.
"Why did you come to my place if you didn't greet the guests at the door?
I don’t need anyone to take care of me, I can just do whatever I want.”
Yang Haoran joked with a smile.
Lin Changjun looked embarrassed, thought about his wording, and then spoke sheepishly.
"Mr. Yang, there is something I need to say hello to you in advance.
To avoid misunderstandings, it will be difficult to explain!"
Yang Haoran looked surprised: "What's the matter?"
"It's a tradition in the martial arts community in Ning'an City, related to the apprenticeship banquet."
So Lin Changjun came and explained the custom of calling the place to Yang Haoran.
Then he mentioned the matter of the three Mo brothers, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"If you find it troublesome, I'll stop them halfway now!"
Seeing Lin Changjun's awkward hesitation, Yang Haoran just smiled.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, I know there's no reason to drive away guests for this kind of thing.
Since they are coming, they should come.
Since it is the tradition of the martial arts community in Ning'an City, I won't take it seriously, so don't worry."
Lin Changjun breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Master Yang, for your understanding. Then I will go and entertain the guests first."
The martial arts school hall, which is a full 500 square meters, has tables carefully arranged at this moment.
Almost all the more than 300 guests arrived, and everyone found their seats and took their seats.
Lin Changjun looked around worriedly and found that the three Mo brothers had not arrived.
Maybe I felt embarrassed to come because I didn't receive the invitation, but this saved me a lot of trouble.
Lin Changjun stepped onto the temporary high platform with a red carpet laid out on it.
There is a rosewood Taishi chair in the center, prepared for Yang Haoran.
"Thank you for your support. I, Lin Changjun, would like to thank you all here first.
Today is a good day for my grandson Lin Jie to become a disciple. I would like to especially thank Lin Jie’s master, Mr. Yang Haoran.
Now please invite Mr. Yang to come on stage and let Lin Jie perform the apprenticeship ceremony!"
The audience was in an uproar. Everyone was whispering to each other and talking about it. They were all looking forward to seeing Lin Jie's new master.
"Lin Changjun is also considered a figure in our Ning'an City, and his strength in the middle stage of transformation is not weak.
In the past, he refused to let Lin Jie become a disciple, and had to teach him personally.
How come this suddenly dawned on me?"
"Everything happens for a reason. With Lin Changjun's stubborn character, Lin Jie's master is definitely not an ordinary person.
At least his strength must be higher than that of Lin Changjun, I don’t know which senior master he is!”
"We haven't heard of it either, but since Lin Changjun is organizing the apprenticeship banquet, I think Lin Jie's master must be a foreigner.
But even if you are an outsider with strength that exceeds that of Lin Changjun, you should be a celebrity in the martial arts world."
"You still have to keep it secret, but you'll see him soon. Maybe he's an acquaintance."
Amid everyone's discussion, Yang Haoran walked out from the backstage and walked towards the high platform like a dragon or a tiger.
That young face immediately caught everyone's attention, and everyone felt unbelievable.
"Why are you so young? You are in your twenties, right?
Did Lin Changjun have a wrong connection in his head? Why did Lin Jie become a teacher at such a young age?"
"It's true that he is too young and does not conform to Lin Changjun's style of doing things!"
"It's not necessarily true that one's ambition lies in one's age.
Maybe this young man is very good, so we can’t just take him at face value!”
"Haha, that makes sense.
But you and I are both warriors, but we all came through hardship and bloodshed.
How can you be so strong at such a young age? I think there is another reason."
"No wonder Lin Changjun kept telling us not to make a fuss when he sent out the invitation.
I think I’m afraid that this little master won’t be able to control him and will lose face!”
"When you say that, it does make some sense.
But since he has agreed to it, he can just eat and drink honestly, it is his own business anyway."
Yang Haoran sat firmly on the Taishi chair on the high platform and looked around casually.
The expressions of the people around him were clearly visible, and most of them had disdain on their faces.
Yang Haoran just smiled softly. He had seen this kind of thing so often that he didn't care.
As long as no one takes the initiative to cause trouble, he will not stir up trouble.
Lin Jie had been waiting under the stage. After Yang Haoran was seated, he climbed onto the stage obediently.
When he arrived in front of Yang Haoran, he knelt down with a groan.
Just as he was about to start kowtowing, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the hall.
A sneer came from the door.
"Lin Changjun, you old guy.
At the beginning, the three of us brothers were planning to accept Lin Jie as our disciple, but you didn't agree.
You said you want to teach your grandson by yourself, but what's going on now?
You actually want him to become a master to such a pretty boy, are you deliberately disgusting us?"
Yang Haoran was speechless and looked up.
There were three middle-aged men who looked exactly the same and were somewhat ugly, standing side by side at the door of the hall.
All three people crossed their arms and looked at him provocatively.
The key is that it was the first time for Yang Haoran to be called a pretty boy.
It's not surprising when you think about it. Compared with the appearance of these three people, anyone could probably be called a pretty boy.
"It's the three Mo brothers! Why are they here? Are they trying to make a scene?"
Someone exclaimed with amusement on his face.
Everyone present was from the martial arts world, and they all knew about the small grudge between Lin Changjun and the three brothers of the Mo family.
Now, it looks like there is going to be a good show!
The second among the three Mo brothers stood in the middle of the three and let out a cold snort.
"Stop talking nonsense, the three of us are here to call a scene.
What qualifications does this pretty boy have to come to Ning'an City to take on a disciple? Doesn't he know the rules here?
Come on, come on, let’s fight with our brothers first. If I can’t kill you, it’s not too late for you to accept a disciple!”