Chapter 876: Spoils of war

The fat catfish's small fish fins fanned out a large water flow.

Yang's Martial Arts Hall.

Pieces of withered and dry fallen leaves swept across the stone-paved ground, scraping the ground with a rustling sound.

Click.

Stepping on the fallen leaves, fine dust drifted out from between the fragments. Liang Qu carried the black cloth bag full of pufferfish sharp thorns, turned over and dismounted, but did not see the students standing guard at the martial arts hall gate as usual.

"Strange, where are the people?"

Crossing the gate into the courtyard, it was desolate.

The common wooden dummy, stone pier, and other training equipment were nowhere to be seen, and Hu Qi and Xiang Xiang Zhangsong were not on the martial arts field, leaving only yellow dust.

The entire martial arts hall was empty.

Cold wind blew.

Strange.

"Cao Shixiong Hu? Cao Shixiong Xiang?"

Liang Qu shouted, but no one answered. Just as he was about to release his perception.

"Ninth Master?"

An old man walked out of the backyard carrying a large iron pot.

"Uncle Liu? Is it a holiday today? Why is there no one in the martial arts hall?"

The villagers of Yixing Town called him Master Liang, there were peers like Li Li Libo who called him Brother Shui, and neighbors like Uncle Chen who called him A-Shui.

But Ninth Master, only the old partners in the Yang residence and the martial arts hall would call him that.

Liu Yan, an old partner who had been cooking in the martial arts hall for more than twenty years, was good at stewing braised meat. The meat was rotten and flavorful, and the taste was delicious. He could eat two more bowls of rice when it was served. Before Liang Qu reached Wolf Smoke, when he wasn't rich, he often came to eat.

"Ninth Master, the Yang Martial Arts Hall moved away two months ago, you didn't know?" Liu Yan dusted off his body and placed several large pots on the ground. "If it weren't for the old man coming to clean up the backyard kitchen these past two days, the main gate would be closed today, and you might not have been able to get in."

The martial arts hall moved?

Liang Qu was stunned, looking around.

"Wait, such a big thing, how come I don't know?"

Liu Yan calculated with his fingers: "The relocation was decided by the Great Master himself at the end of last year. I heard from others that you were in closed-door cultivation in the capital at that time, Ninth Master. It was mentioned once, but you missed it. By the time you came out of seclusion and returned, everything was settled, and I guess no one remembered to inform you."

Liang Qu hammered his forehead.

He had been in seclusion for almost a year. The martial arts hall relocation, it wasn't a big deal, but it wasn't a small one either. I guess everyone was happy and didn't really remember to mention it to him.

If it weren't for picking a few pufferfish Great Demon sharp thorns today, intending to send them to his senior brothers to forge weapons, he probably wouldn't have come before the end of the year.

"Where did they move?"

"Along the Longhe upstream, there is a small lake with a radius of half a mile, that's where they moved."

"Sturgeon Cave?"

"Right! The lake where Master Yang caught the big fish a few years ago."

"Thanks, Uncle Liu."

Liu Yan grinned: "Ninth Master has changed from a young master to a big master, but he is still as polite as before."

"Hahaha, big master or not, Sturgeon Cave is far. Can I still eat Uncle Liu's stewed meat when I go to the martial arts hall in the future?"

"Yes! Why not? Master Yang knew the road was far, so he specially sent a flatbed cart, along the river all the way west, three trips a day, morning, noon, and night, picking them up on time..."

"Whew!"

White walls and black tiles, horse-head walls stepped and staggered.

Liang Qu rode on Chishan, looking up at the Yang Martial Arts Hall plaque at the gate for a long time, exhaling a turbid breath, his thoughts surging.

A taste that couldn't be said or described.

Life's most difficult thing is to lead interest; beyond snow, moon, wind, and flowers, there is mystery; life's most coincidental thing is to meet; within the trend of convergence, there is spirit.

Truly an unexpected world, an unexpected encounter.

The Yang Martial Arts Hall had been expanded once, but looking at it now, expansion couldn't solve the problem.

Shouted loudly.

"Uncle Liu!"

"Ah?"

"Did Master say what the old martial arts hall will be used for in the future? Sell it or what?"

"Definitely won't sell it." Liu Yan shouted from behind the white wall. "The Mistress said to keep it as a thought for now, haven't thought about what to keep it for."

Quiet.

"Ninth Master?"

"Nothing, Uncle Liu, I'm leaving!"

Stepped on the stirrups.

Chishan snorted, stepped and leaped, stepped on the cold wind and disappeared into the sky, blurring Liu Yan's words in the wind.

Leaping in the air several times.

Crossing the winding Longhe, the waves sparkling, crossing the Pingyang Prefecture city, on the key two or three nodes, villagers were building piers.

All the way upstream.

Pavilions and towers turned into residential courtyards, residential courtyards turned into vast fields, vast fields turned into hills and trees, faint mist permeated, late autumn entering winter, heaven and earth were frosty and white, three parts faded.

The spacious martial arts hall was located among the trees; yellow dust filled the training ground, and the wind blew with the force of a tiger.

Directly in front of the martial arts hall.

The fifty-acre lake surface sparkled, plum blossom piles were scattered at different heights, the highest being more than ten feet.

Students moved and shifted in the center of the lake, practicing footwork, creating ripples.

At the pile more than twenty meters high, two teenagers were playing, one of them raised a foot and kicked the boy in front into the lake.

Splash!

"Chen Puss, I'll kill your ancestors!"

"Hahaha." The teenager on the plum blossom pile laughed at the sky. "Your backhand is weak, your forehand is not precise, your footsteps are loose, and your reaction is slow! Just you want to compete with me on the same stage? Dream your spring and autumn dreams!"

"Nonsense! Just broke a skin pass and thought you were invulnerable to knives and guns, wait for an internal injury and see!"

"Li Ge!"

Li Li Libo stepped on the sampan, reached out and fished the boy in the lake, asked about the situation, and pointed his finger.

"Chen Yunze, get off the pile!"

The teenager on the pile curled his lips, stepped down the pile, and was grabbed by the ear as soon as he arrived.

"Eh, eh, eh, Li Ge, it hurts!"

"You cubs from Yixing Town are amazing, right? I'm also from Yixing Town! Stood on the same pile as Brother Liang, how come, relying on Brother Liang, you eat two more medicines than others on weekdays, and you can be like this?"

"Good!"

The swimming teenagers laughed.

"Go, stand on the pile for two hours, no food tonight, wash clothes for Cenfeng for a month."

"Ah?"

"Ah what! Can't understand?"

"Fine."

The teenager swam ashore in despair.

Cenfeng on the sampan took off his clothes, wrung them dry, and put them on his shoulders. Late November, not afraid of the cold: "Li Ge, my father heard about Brother Liang's story and sent me here. It's been three terms, more than half a year, and I haven't seen Brother Liang yet."

"Yeah, didn't they say Brother Liang would come to guide the students sometimes?"

As soon as this was said, a group of teenagers lay on the side of the boat, competing to ask.

If you ask who is the most legendary person in the entire Pingyang Prefecture, regardless of women, children, old, or young, there is only one answer in their hearts.

Liang Qu!

Being present today, nine out of ten people chose the martial arts hall with this consideration.

"Why don't you ask Xinglai about this?"

"He doesn't say, his mouth is harder than iron."

"Li Ge, you are a fellow villager with Brother Liang, and your relationship is good, working in the same office, please invite him over, let the little ones open their eyes!"

"Right, Li Ge, please!"

Everyone was noisy.

Li Li Libo had a headache. These guys could ask more than ten times a month, and he was considering how to answer.

"Hey, there's a red eagle in the sky!"

The teenager pointed.

Red eagle?

"How can there be a red eagle, is it a white eagle bleeding?"

"Eagle your head, it's a horse, it's a horse!"

"Horse?"

Li Li Libo looked up at the sky, grinned, and applauded vigorously: "You guys are lucky, no need to invite. Brother Shui is here today! Hurry, hurry, those who want Brother Shui to guide, hurry up, don't miss this village, swim ashore, swim ashore!"

The teenagers' brains buzzed, they didn't have time to think about why the horse could fly, and dived into the water, shooting toward the white fish on the shore.

"Upper virtual, lower real, body virtual, pile real, virtual and real generate each other... keep it, don't move, just... A-Shui?"

On the training ground, Hu Qi stopped speaking, folded his arms, and looked at the sky, sensing something from the flying red steed that others had not yet realized.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

He was startled.

"Epiphany?"

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