Chapter 112

Pei Ye simply sat down again and chatted with Master Huang for a while, talked about some gossip about the martial trial, and then practiced the sword in the courtyard for two hours.

Before leaving, he had another bare-handed fight with Master Huang. Master Huang had spent more than twenty years on his palms, which was indeed extraordinary. This time, it took Pei Ye fifty-seven moves to win.

In this way, he understood even more that "realm is the foundation."

Just by changing one element, "weapon," the situation of the two battles could be so different.

He really could not measure his position by the astonishing upper limit that required many conditions to occasionally reach. The stable part that was not easily affected by external conditions was his true strength.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Pei Ye said goodbye and left. Today, he came first to ask some questions about the Golden Autumn Martial Trial, and second to fulfill the promise he made that day with the children to "come to the martial arts hall to practice martial arts with everyone."

It was precisely because he saw no one that he prepared to leave after asking Master Huang.

The next day, when Pei Ye arrived at the martial arts hall, it was already past mid-morning.

He had intended to come earlier, but as soon as he got up, the little cat that had been squatting by the window thinking all night suddenly grabbed him, put its little paw in his palm, and asked him seriously if he had felt a stirring in his body.

Pei Ye did not feel it.

So the little cat dragged him to study for a long time, first staring at him for a long time with its cold green eyes, then asking him to close his eyes and feel it with his heart, and also tried to use a small faint blue flame to get close to him.

It was not until his arm was burned with a few blisters and there was still no result that Pei Ye was able to get away.

And the black cat did not follow this time; it squatted at the mouth of the well, not knowing what it was thinking.

Returning to the present, unlike the quietness of yesterday, today, before he even reached the door, the crisp noise had already drifted into his ears over the courtyard wall.

Popularity really can make a desolate and remote place warm and lively.

Pei Ye could not help but hook the corners of his mouth, stepped to the front of the courtyard, and just as he pushed the door, a ten-year-old child rushed out.

Pei Ye hurriedly reached out to catch him.

The child's round head with a hair bun lifted up, and he was stunned when he saw him.

"Why are you running so fast?" Pei Ye smiled, picked him up and set him straight, and cast his gaze into the courtyard, only to see the children chattering around something, crowding into a circle, their black heads clustered into a big group.

Master Huang was sitting under the eaves peeling peanuts.

Clearly, the teacher and students had already practiced a round, and now it was a short break time.

Waving his hand at Master Huang, Pei Ye carried his sword box and leaned to the periphery of the children: "What are you looking at?"

At the same time as this sentence was spoken, he saw the thing being surrounded—another small black head.

The children turned their heads to see him, and subconsciously scattered, revealing the child who was surrounded in the middle.

The child had handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, and looked lively, but his face was slightly pale. When Pei Ye saw him, he also looked up and saw Pei Ye at the same time, his eyes lit up, and he called out hoarsely: "Brother Pei!"

It was Zhang Xiaoyan sitting in a wheelchair.

Pei Ye separated the children and walked in, squatted down to look at the pair of legs that were reinforced and tightened on the footboard of Zhang Xiaoyan, looked up and asked softly: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Brother Pei." Zhang Xiaoyan said hoarsely.

Pei Ye only then realized that the hoarse voice of the young man just now was not distorted because of a sudden shout, but that his throat had indeed become this way.

"You are not resting well at home, what are you doing running here—you can't get on the ground." Pei Ye was slightly serious.

"It's the same everywhere, Brother Pei..." Zhang Xiaoyan's voice was a little smaller, "Before, a few, a few adults gave me medicine and treated me once. A few days ago, that big sister gave me acupuncture again and said that after resting for a few months, I will be able to run and jump."

"Oh." Pei Ye nodded, but still did not let go, "That is also better at home. Running around, what if you bump into something again?"

"I don't run around, Brother Pei, I just come to the martial arts hall. After class, Master Huang will send me straight home." Zhang Xiaoyan said, "I want to see what Master Huang teaches and how everyone practices, otherwise after the injury is healed, I will be left behind."

". Oh." Pei Ye touched his head gently, hooked out a smile and said, "Are you so eager to learn?"

Immediately, a child exposed him: "He used to be the best at being lazy!"

Zhang Xiaoyan lowered his head with a red face.

"What's wrong with that, I was also very good at being lazy when I was his age." Pei Ye smiled, "Xiaoyan, how old are you this year?"

"I will be eleven next month."

"Still young, you won't be left behind, it's not too late to rest your injury first."

Zhang Xiaoyan was stubborn: "I am sitting at home, and I am sitting here, it is the same."

"Good." Pei Ye smiled, "Then pay attention to safety—you guys, when you are punching and kicking, also pay attention to Xiaoyan, don't kick him over!"

The children chattered and laughed, and some had already rushed up to lift their legs, pretending to give Zhang Xiaoyan a kick.

Pei Ye stood up straight: "How much longer can you rest? I want to start practicing first."

"Me too, me too!"

"It's already time!"

This group of children was about twenty or so, the small ones were only eight or nine years old, and the big ones were no more than fifteen or sixteen. Now they scattered from Zhang Xiaoyan's side and came to the courtyard to set up their formation.

Master Huang stood up from under the eaves and hummed with a laugh: "So active?"

The children looked at him with a portion of expectant eyes—the other portion fell on Pei Ye.

"Fine!" Master Huang said in a deep voice, "Then let's stand in a horse stance for two quarters of an hour first."

"Ah," the disappointment of the children was beyond words.

What is the point of standing in a horse stance? What everyone wants to see most is, of course, Brother Pei's sword.

Many of them actually only had one meeting with Pei Ye in the past two days, but almost everyone had two kinds of feelings for him: love and worship.

Worship came from the legendary nature of Pei Ye's sword slaying the Seventh Life Realm villain. During this period, he was almost a hero praised by everyone in the small city. And for the children, such a hero could originally only cause a distant exclamation, but as parents talked and talked, they often suddenly remembered: "Right, he practiced martial arts in that martial arts hall of yours before."

This immediately became exciting because of the closeness.

Love was because Pei Ye carried the children's dreams about "experts."

They all loved martial arts, which did not conflict with their liking to be lazy when practicing martial arts.

They did not like standing in a horse stance, and did not like punching and swinging knives in the same way hundreds of times. But everyone had a longing for those legendary miraculous martial arts.

Masters always say how you can be after you are powerful, but the masters are also not "powerful enough."

Now there is such a "Senior Brother," everyone is excited and looking forward to seeing the real "expert" show a few moves today, and even being able to teach them some interesting things.

As a result, Master Huang only let them continue to stand in a horse stance.

Pei Ye smiled and added: "After you finish standing in the horse stance, I will come to teach you."

The children then cheered.

Master Huang supervised the children's posture, and when he turned his head, Pei Ye was sitting under the eaves again, his hand reaching into the box.

"You said you came to practice together, but you are just sitting here." Master Huang walked over and sat beside him.

Pei Ye did not answer. His idea for his cultivation during this period was to improve his realm, improve his realm, and strive to improve his realm.

Then find a sword technique to practice.

"Master Huang, can that 'treasure of the hall' be given to me to practice?" Pei Ye poked him with his elbow.

(End of chapter)