Lao Chen led Lin Ye towards the martial arts studio and said as he walked, "That Yan Xi Niu has a weird temper. Don't make him angry."
Lin Ye asked casually as he walked: "How weird is it?"
Lao Chen said: "I heard that the people he associates with are many strange people, including lame and blind people. Moreover, he is addicted to alcohol and greedy for money."
Lin Ye was a little confused and asked me: "If that's the case, why did your son also go to Master Yan's martial arts gym to practice?"
Lao Chen said: "I heard that Yan Xiniu has something to do with our chief arrester in Yunzhou City, so the yamen will take care of him. If he goes to practice martial arts with him, there will be less trouble."
He looked around, then lowered his voice and said: "There are two martial arts schools where thugs came to ask for money. The masters of those martial arts schools said that they had practiced their skills, so they were knocked down by the thugs with bricks and beaten.
, but it’s so miserable, I still have to give money to others.”
Only then did Lin Ye understand Lao Chen's good intentions. He felt that if he went to Yanxi Niu Martial Arts School, at least he would not be bullied by thugs.
It was just dawn when they arrived at the entrance of the martial arts hall. The door creaked, and two teenagers about the same age as Lin Ye happened to open the door.
One of the young men with a somewhat stern look on his face saw Lao Chen at a glance, his eyes obviously changed, and there was a sudden surprise.
But soon, the young man's face became ugly, and there was a bit of disgust between his eyebrows.
Lao Chen also reacted greatly. He opened his mouth but did not dare to speak. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and walked away quickly.
Lin Ye probably guessed who this young man was, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Father and son reacted like this when they met.
The other boy looked chubby, and the flesh on his face was white and pink, making people feel the urge to pinch him when he looked at it.
"Who are you?"
The little fat man asked.
Lin Ye cupped his fists and said, "My name is Lin Ye, and I came here specifically to become my disciple."
When the little fat man heard these words, his eyes widened immediately, and he said in a low and hasty voice: "Bless you, hurry up and leave."
Then there was a bang, and the door was closed by him, almost hitting Lin Ye's nose.
Lin Ye was stunned for a moment, and then he heard someone talking in the yard, as if asking who was outside the door. The little fat man said that he didn't know whose pig came to ask for water.
Before Lin Ye could leave, the door creaked open again, and a middle-aged man who looked quite strong appeared in front of Lin Ye.
It looked like this person was about forty years old. He had an obvious scar on his forehead and one on his neck, which looked scary.
The first impression this person gives is that he has an extremely rare face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he doesn't look like a good person at first glance.
"What do you do?"
The middle-aged strong man asked.
Lin Ye cupped his fists and said, "I heard that Master Yan is highly skilled in martial arts and has a reputation as a chivalrous person, so I came to become my apprentice..."
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man grabbed Lin Ye's arm and pulled him into the door. Lin Ye almost floated up at that moment.
This man strode like flying, dragging Lin Ye into the courtyard at a trot. Under the sympathetic gazes of about twenty disciples, Lin Ye was pulled into the main room again.
"I just clean up the cows strictly."
The middle-aged man opened the drawer, took out a piece of paper and an ink pad, took Lin Ye's hand and pressed it on the ink pad, and then pressed it on the paper.
"Apprentices can take at least three years to start their apprenticeship. They are not allowed to open martial arts schools in adjacent streets. The first money they earn after they become apprentices must be given to the master, who is me."
Yan Xiniu put the paper and ink pad back into the drawer and stretched out his hand toward Lin Ye: "The three-year tuition fee is thirty taels in total. You can pay it half a year for a year or you can pay it all at once. Please give me the money."
Lin Ye asked: "Does this count as accepting me?"
Yan Xiniu said: "It's written in the contract. You can't go back on it. You can leave without studying, but the tuition must be paid."
Lin Ye said: "That was clearly a piece of white paper."
Yan Xiniu: "I'll write it in a moment."
Lin Ye took out the money bag from his arms, but before he could count it, Yan Xiniu took the money bag over and dumped it on the table with a crash.
Lin Yexin said that when I snatched those scoundrels, I wasn't as fast as you, but he wanted to act clumsy, so he deliberately pretended to be slower.
The man carefully counted out thirty taels of money, and then looked at the remaining ten taels of silver. Then he stood up straight and faced Lin Ye and said, "Thirty taels does not include accommodation. You have to stay here."
Do you want to stay?"
Lin Ye snatched the money back: "No need."
Yan Xiniu's eyes lit up, and the expression on his face was, Damn, someone can actually snatch the money back from me.
But he didn't bother much. He pulled Lin Ye out of the door and shouted to the people in the yard: "Listen, this is your little junior brother. Take care of him from now on."
After saying that, he kicked Lin Ye on the butt: "Go and practice."
Then he turned around and went back into the house, slammed the door, and then heard the sound of counting money coming from the house again.
Listening to the sweet sound of the money, Lin Ye thanked in his heart the friendly people who sponsored his tuition, ranking in no particular order.
The little fat man who locked Lin Ye out before came over shaking his head, came to Lin Ye and sighed: "I can't even save you... I've already closed the door, so just leave after closing the door."
Lin Ye looked at the little fat man and replied casually: "Thank you."
The little fat man had an enthusiastic temperament and said with a smile: "It's our fate. From today on, we are brothers."
However, Lin Ye had the opposite temperament and still casually called out: "Senior brother."
The little fat man cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "My name is Mo Wutong. I am ranked seventeenth in this martial arts school. You can call me Senior Brother Mo."
He pointed at the young man not far away who, although not very old, already had a cold and arrogant temperament: "His name is Chen Weiwei, he is the eighteenth, and he is your senior brother Chen."
At this time, a child of seven or eight years old ran over, holding half a steamed bun in his left hand and half a chicken drumstick in his right hand. He smiled and said to Lin Ye: "My name is Ning Zhu, ranked twenty-three. From now on, you can call me Senior Brother Ning."
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Lin Ye felt a little unacceptable. He wanted to call a child half his age senior brother?
But he had an important purpose in coming to the martial arts gym, so he advised himself to endure it for now.
So he asked: "Is this my junior senior brother?"
Ning Zhu shook his head and pointed to the distance: "He is your junior senior brother, ranked twenty-fourth, and you are twenty-fifth."
Lin Ye looked in the direction he pointed and saw a little boy who looked about three or four years old squatting there and peeing on the sand used for wrestling practice not far away.
Judging from his squatting posture when peeing, he was probably wearing crotchless pants. Just when Lin Ye thought of this, he saw the little guy standing up, with a small elephant trunk proudly exposed, and a drop of crystal water hanging on it.
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Lin Ye sighed inwardly, thinking why the hell am I looking so carefully?
He murmured to himself, "It is indeed a small one."
Ning Zhu said: "Don't look at him because he is young. He is the nephew of the master's wife. At least he doesn't have to pay. He can learn to do things that cost nothing and he won't suffer any loss."
Lin Ye could hear a bit of self-deprecation in the seven or eight-year-old child's words, and even laughed at him in passing.
Mo Wutong waved to the child: "Tonghammer, come here."
The little boy came over waving his trunk, with a wooden pacifier in his mouth.
He ran to Mo Wutong and asked, "Brother Mos, why did you call me?"
Mo Wutong pointed at Lin Ye and said: "From today on, he will be your junior brother, and he will call you senior brother."
The child is only about four years old. His face is full of innocence and his eyes are sparkling. Children at this time are clean and simple.
He raised his hand and pulled out the wooden pacifier from his mouth: "Another one has been tricked."
Mo Wutong turned his head and looked away, Lin Ye looked around, and the senior brothers also looked away.
The younger senior brother said to Lin Ye, "I am Xue Tongchui."
Then he raised his hand with the wooden pacifier: "This is my Nana, would you like it?"
Lin Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment he firmly shook his head: "That's not necessary."
At this moment, Lin Ye and the others heard a bang from the house, followed by a scream.
His expression changed, thinking that something had happened, but he saw that the others looked unperturbed.
Xue Tongchui actually sighed: "Alas...this stupid thing was discovered again even though it was hidden."
After saying that, he stuffed the wooden pacifier into his mouth, then staggered away with his hands behind his back.
The next breath, I saw the door of the house opened, Yan Xi Niu flew out of the house like a tiger and lay on the ground like a gnawing shit.
All the disciples turned their heads and looked elsewhere, except Lin Ye who looked at him.
Yan Xiniu stood up, patted the dirt on his body a few times, and glared at Lin Ye: "What are you looking at! My master is practicing."
Then he shouted to Mo Wutong: "Mo Wutong, take your junior brother to get familiar with the martial arts school and get to know the senior brothers."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Lin Ye: "I counted the silver incorrectly just now, and I gave you two more taels. Please take it out and let me take a look."
Lin Ye thought that he was probably going to cheat him out of money again, but he needed to act stupid, so he took out the money again.
So Lin Ye, who seemed to have suffered a huge loss without gaining any wisdom, was snatched from Yan Xiniu's hand, which was about two taels of silver.
But having said that, with Lin Ye's current strength, it would be difficult not to be defeated by Yan Xiniu.
Yan Xiniu said confidently: "This is your accommodation fee."
Lin Ye wanted to pretend to be shocked, but he didn't know how to do it, and it didn't look real even if he tried to pretend, so he gave up.
Yan Xiniu said: "To be honest, the money has been paid. It's not up to you to decide whether you can live here or not. Mo Wutong, if he lives here, he will live in the same room with you."
Mo Wutong responded: "I understand, Master."
Yan Xiniu walked with his hands behind his back and passed by Ning Zhu who was eating. He grabbed the half chicken leg and said, "It's not good for children to eat so much meat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a broom flew out of the room and hit the cow in the back of the head.
Yan Xiniu immediately put the chicken legs into Ning Zhu's hands: "Children should eat more meat."
Seeing Lin Ye standing there without saying a word, Mo Wutong patted Lin Ye on the shoulder: "Just get used to it in the future."
Yan Xiniu pretended to stroll around twice, then turned around and ran out of the yard, as if he were a thief in his own martial arts school.
Mo Wutong said: "I robbed you of your money and went drinking."
Lin Ye: "Drinking early in the morning?"
Mo Wutong: "If master can have some money to drink, why don't you worry about it sooner or later?"
Just as he was talking, an extremely beautiful young woman came out of the room. In terms of appearance, her eyebrows were three-quarters charming and seven-quarters heroic. She looked about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old.
The washed cow is at least ten years younger.
I have a face with oval seeds, big eyes, good-looking skin, and there is nothing to fault about my figure. My legs are long enough, my waist is thin enough...
Lin Ye thought about how Yan Xiniu deceived such a woman into becoming his wife?
"Master's wife!"
When people in the yard saw the woman coming out, they all bowed and saluted. Their attitudes were much more respectful than when they saw Yan washing the cows.
Lin Ye was still thinking that the aura of the master's wife was much stronger than that of the master, but Mo Wutong was already pressing his neck: "Call the master's wife quickly."
Lin Ye leaned over and said, "Hello, Master."
The junior wife looked at Lin Ye carefully and immediately smiled: "You are so handsome, more handsome than your senior brothers, with these eyebrows, this figure, this little mouth..."
She stretched out her hand to lift Lin Ye's chin: "Master, take a good look."
Lin Ye subconsciously took half a step back, but Mo Wutong stretched out his hand to push his back. He looked sideways at Mo Wutong, who had a sincere look on his face that said, "If you believe me, don't retreat."
"good."
The master's wife smiled happily: "It's really pleasing to the eye the more I look at it, what's it called?"
Lin Ye replied: "My name is Lin Ye."
The teacher's wife hummed and then said: "A leaf in the forest has such an inconspicuous name, but it looks so pleasing to the eye. Of all the leaves in the forest, yours is the most beautiful one."
Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something and asked Mo Wutong: "Where is your master?"
Mo Wutong said quickly: "Master has gone out."
The wife immediately asked: "Which of your money did he take?"
Mo Wutong immediately said: "No!"
Lin Ye: "Take it."
The master's wife raised her eyebrows and said: "The cows who have been strictly washed have become brave. You all practice your own martial arts. Don't be lazy!"
After saying that, she strode out. Her long skirt was swaying, but she stepped out with a strong aura.
Mo Wutong patted Lin Ye on the shoulder: "Master and Mistress will be back soon. Don't stare. I'm doing this for your own good."
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[I once again clasp my fist to collect it and add it to my bookshelf.]