Chapter 1488: Times Have Changed

Fangshan Changyang

When Cao Weiguo and his party arrived at Cheng Erye's foothold, it was already past two in the afternoon. The quiet courtyard was silent, and a crow with a pitch-black body stood on the tree crown, looking around from time to time.

"Second Master!"

The man leading the way let Cao Weiguo and his party wait in place. A moment later, an old man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, with gray hair, triangular eyes, and a hook nose, came out with a purple clay teapot, followed by six strong men, all of them fierce, with a full posture.

Cheng Erye, wearing a Zhongshan suit, narrowed his triangular eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Zhao Yuanchao, right? I have heard your name. How can you stand up for Heizi? Young man, I advise you, it is best not to be nosy."

Zhao Yuanchao's posture was very low, and he arched his hands with a full smile: "Cheng Erye, you are an old senior, I respect you from the bottom of my heart. I am not here to stand up for Heizi, but just to come over and talk. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve grievances than to tie them. Brother Heizi has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai, pig oil covered his heart, and for a moment, he offended you. Now he knows he was wrong. I hope you have a lot of adults, and the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly. I hope you can give the younger generation a chance to admit his mistakes. As long as you are willing to raise your hand, you can punish Brother Heizi first, and Brother Heizi will have no second words."

Heizi walked out with a face full of shame and knelt down towards Cheng Erye: "Cheng Erye, the younger generation knows he was wrong, please give the younger generation a chance to admit his mistakes, I, Heizi, recognize the beating and punishment."

"Hmph!"

Looking coldly at Zhao Yuanchao and Heizi's performance, Cheng Erye snorted coldly without expression.

The strong man standing behind Cheng Erye kicked Heizi down: "Dog thing, you are also worthy of being the younger generation of the Second Master. The Second Master said to chop off your hands, and he will chop off your hands."

Cheng Erye said indifferently: "Zhao Yuanchao, the old man knows that you three brothers have people and money in the capital at the moment, but you want to manage the old man's affairs, you are not qualified enough."

Zhao Yuanchao, Sun Chao, and Liu Shan were already famous in the road around the capital, but Cheng Erye, the old senior, did not put Zhao Yuanchao and these latecomers in his eyes, even if Zhao Yuanchao was doing well.

"Senior, I have self-knowledge, how can I be qualified to manage your nosy affairs? I am here this time mainly to lead the way for a friend. This friend of mine has admired you for a long time. Knowing that you came to the capital, he insisted on visiting you."

For Cheng Erye's contempt, Zhao Yuanchao was not angry, but retreated behind Cao Weiguo with a full smile.

Cao Weiguo smiled indifferently: "I have heard of Cheng Erye's great name for a long time, and I am sorry for coming uninvited."

Cheng Erye looked at Cao Weiguo up and down, his face sinking like water, his eyes like knives, and his deep eyes seemed to want to press people into cakes.

For Cheng Erye's knife-like eyes, Cao Weiguo said calmly: "Heroes will be twilight, beauties will be old, and even the magnificent, tall, and indestructible city will disappear in the long river of history. What can be left in the end is this piece of land. He never makes a sound, silently watching everything, witnessing the ups and downs of human history, witnessing the rise and fall of empires. How many tombs of emperors and heroes have been left with only a handful of yellow soil, and wild dogs will poop and pee on them. No matter how heroic and arrogant they were before they were alive, they can only be left to future generations to comment on..."

Cheng Erye's eyes were deep: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Cao Weiguo smiled gently: "I want to say that the era of the old senior is different."

"Presumptuous!"

Cheng Erye's face became gloomy, and the strong man who kicked Heizi shouted sharply, rushed out in one step, raised his fist and went straight to Cao Weiguo's nose.

Zhao Yuanchao was panicked, Cao Weiguo smiled plainly, a move of bow step punch, heroic and unrestrained, rigid and surging, explosive power like a flood breaking a dike.

"Eh!"

That strong man was the number one dog leg under Cheng Erye, and also the servant thug with the best skills. Seeing Cao Weiguo's move, his face changed instantly.

If an expert makes a move, you know if there is one.

"Brush!"

"Bang bang bang!"

After all, he was an experienced good hand, and the strong man was not ambiguous, using the three-ring cannon in the Tongbei fist... four-level cannon... five-flower cannon... the thunder is dark and surprising, the fists are windy and tiger-wolf, soft in rigidity, throwing in force, straight in roundness, whole body inside and outside, up and down in one breath, the fists hit like a rainstorm.

"Good skills!"

Facing the strong man's rapid offensive, Cao Weiguo was instantly excited, his footwork was flexible like the wind, his boxing was not bound by traces, rigid and soft, virtual and real changes, boxing like a flood, long hitting and short leaning, offensive and defensive with ease.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought quickly in the courtyard, making everyone present dumbfounded.

Even Zhao Yuanchao, who had psychological preparation, and Cheng Erye, who was old and sold old, were shocked.

Zhao Yuanchao had long known that Cao Weiguo was skilled, and one person had ravaged the three brothers without any power to fight back, which made him become Cao Weiguo's gatekeeper, working for Cao Weiguo in the invisible. At first, he was a little reluctant, but now he was convinced, and even extremely fortunate.

Cheng Erye's old face became solemn, and the tension could not be hidden in his triangular eyes. He knew too well how his subordinates were. His family learning was deep and he practiced hard. Looking at the three northeastern provinces, he was a rare national martial arts expert. If he didn't move a gun, ten people were not a problem.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, Cao Weiguo made a move of Kexing kicking the bucket, his left leg kicked straight forward, and the strong man flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Qi Yong, stop!"

"Good Taizu Long Fist, at a young age, he has practiced such high-level boxing, it is the old man who is clumsy."

Cheng Erye handed the purple clay teapot to the man next to him, and looked at Cao Weiguo with burning eyes, and there was no indifference and contempt when he first met.

No matter whether Cao Weiguo is old or young, no matter what Cao Weiguo's identity is, just this skill is worthy of his courtesy.

People with real skills are worthy of respect anytime, anywhere.

Cheng Erye said solemnly: "Little brother, I'm sorry, the old man is not disciplined, the subordinates are suddenly reckless and offended, please don't blame the little brother."

"It doesn't matter, move your hands and feet, and learn from each other, it doesn't count as anything. Besides, it was me who came uninvited today, and I came to visit the old senior rashly. It is normal for this brother to have a misunderstanding about me."