Chapter 518

"This is my nephew!"

Wang Lin replied.

"Nephew?"

Si Ping was first stunned, then reacted; mainly because Wang Lin had few relatives, he exclaimed in surprise: "Is he the second son of your older maternal uncle?"

"That's right!"

Wang Lin nodded.

"Uncle Wang, your nephew really is talented!"

Si Ping couldn't help but sigh, glanced at the white lion beside the Wang Family Members, his envy evident, and said:

"I remember your nephew, since childhood your older maternal uncle sent him to the county city martial arts hall to train; he has real skill, and I never expected he could even tame a white lion!"

Wang Lin's older maternal uncle Zhang Deben had two sons, which he knew; in the past, Zhang Chengze often visited the Wang Family, and he had seen him a few times.

But this young man before him was relatively unfamiliar, like they were meeting for the first time; he immediately guessed he was another son of Zhang Deben, the Zhang Chengyong often mentioned by Zhang Guihua.

Before.

Zhang Guihua had often boasted about this nephew of hers, saying he had talent, was sent by his father to the county city martial arts hall at a young age to train, quickly showed aptitude for martial arts, was taken notice of by the hall master, accepted as an inner-door disciple, and exempted from miscellaneous fees.

County city martial arts hall.

He knew this; it counts as one of the best paths for ordinary families' children in Qingyang County.

As long as he could learn skills at the county city martial arts hall, the whole county had many suitable jobs for him to choose from.

I don't know how many families want to send their children to the county city to study martial arts, but those who can actually study there are few and far between.

At most they could stay at the county city martial arts hall for two or three years before they couldn't stay any longer!

Who let the county city martial arts hall be basically a money pit, requiring money in every aspect; not to mention ordinary families, even affluent ones, unless they are extremely wealthy, otherwise it's hard to support their children's martial arts training.

So.

Those who stay to study martial arts at the county city martial arts hall, aside from those disciples who are not short of money, are mostly those with excellent martial arts talent, noticed by the hall master and taken as disciples.

However, those who can display excellent martial arts talent are rare, perhaps not even one in a hundred.

Zhang Chengyong being noticed and accepted as a disciple by the county city martial arts hall master is enough to prove his talent in martial arts.

He knew that.

Zhang Chengyong had studied martial arts at the county city martial arts hall for many years, so he should have real skill, but he never imagined that Zhang Chengyong could be so formidable as to tame a fierce beast and use it as a mount.

"What's going on?"

A tense voice rang out, and immediately Village Chief Cheng Yong led a group of sturdy men running over from Hutou Gou; upon seeing the white lion, he was also startled, intimidated by its huge size and imposing aura, but when he saw Wang Lin's family beside the white lion, he breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed in surprise:

"Wang Lin, how could it be you?" "Village Chief, how could it not be me?"

Wang Lin snorted dissatisfiedly, looking at Village Chief Cheng Yong leading a troupe of sturdy men, all members of the Hutou Gou village defense team, and wondered:

"Village Chief, I also want to ask you, you brought everyone over in a mighty show of force—what are you intending to do?"

The Hutou Gou village defense team is a self-organized group from Hutou Gou, selected from among the sturdy men there, to protect the safety of the entire Hutou Gou; during each farming off-season, they also organize to train together.

Village Chief Cheng Yong did not rush to answer Wang Lin's question, but glanced at the boy beside him, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and spoke in an unfriendly tone:

"Feipeng, you brat, didn't you say bad people were coming to attack, and this is the bad person you meant?"

"Village Chief, this isn't my fault; it's what my father and I were told..."

Si Feipeng gave an embarrassed laugh; upon recognizing that the approaching party was Wang Lin's group, he had already slipped into the crowd, not wanting to draw attention and attract Village Chief Cheng Yong's notice, never expecting to still be called out by Yong.

Si Ping interrupted: "You little bastard, what nonsense are you spouting? When did I ever say they were bad people? I saw that spirited white lion and worried someone from our village might bump into it, so I sent you to fetch the village chief; who knows what nonsense you're spouting in front of the village chief?"

Village Chief Cheng Yong ignored Si Ping and Si Feipeng's blame-shifting, looked at the white lion beside Wang Lin, his face and eyes full of undisguised astonishment, and asked curiously:

"Wang Lin, where did you get this white lion?"

"Village Chief, you got it wrong—this white lion isn't Uncle Wang's; it's the mount of Uncle Wang's nephew, the nephew who studies martial arts at the county city martial arts hall!"

Before Wang Lin could speak, Si Ping jumped up, pointed out Zhang Chengyong, and exclaimed with feeling: "It's this brother's mount!"

This novel you have arrived at

"Everyone, you've misunderstood..."

Zhang Chengyong saw pairs of envious eyes on him, quickly stood up, about to speak to explain, when he heard another exclamation from behind.

"What a mighty and imposing lion!"

A luxurious carriage approached; beside it were one impressive warrior after another; as the carriage stopped, a middle-aged man emerged from the luxurious carriage, saw everyone warmly greeting him, and said:

"Old Master Wang, Auntie, Village Chief..."

"Master Luo!"

Whether it was Village Chief Cheng Yong or the other members of the village defense team, they all responded warmly.

The visitor was none other than the Luo family patriarch, Character: Luo Taiqing, of Qingyang County; these people would be especially warm toward Character: Luo Taiqing, not just because he is rich.

But rather, during this period, Character: Luo Taiqing, while building his villa in Hutou Gou, often hired workers from Hutou Gou, and there is always someone from their families working at Character: Luo Taiqing's villa.

The benefits and treatment are top-notch!

If one could work on Character: Luo Taiqing's construction site until his villa is completed, it would be enough for their whole family to have a prosperous year.

Under these circumstances, how could they not be enthusiastic when facing Character: Luo Taiqing?

Character: Luo Taiqing glanced at the white lion, couldn't help but sigh; such a miraculous beast he rarely sees, his gaze quickly fell on Zhang Chengyong, and he praised:

"Young brother, is this white lion your tamed mount?"

"Master Luo, you're mistaken; this white lion is not my mount, nor did I tame it!"

Zhang Chengyong also instantly recognized Character: Luo Taiqing; for someone like him, noticed and accepted as a disciple by the county city martial arts hall master, the master's first lesson was to make him clearly identify the influential figures of Qingyang County, so as not to offend the wrong people and bring disaster upon himself, he explained:

"I don't have the fortune to tame this white lion; it came to seek refuge with my nephew Ping'an, accurately speaking, it is Ping'an's mount, and can also be said to be Ping'an's protective spirit beast!"

(End of chapter)