The sun rose in the east, the morning sun shone on the land of China, a ray of sunlight shone obliquely into the window, the dazzling light seeped into the young man's eyes, he barely opened his eyes, and the sharp pain swam through his limbs like a tide, and at the same time, the majestic amount of information in his brain almost reshaped everything.

Ye Cheng reluctantly opened his eyes, he had died of excessive blood loss in a car accident, but he crossed by mistake.

A little face with pear blossoms and rain occupied his sight at this time, and the little girl's tired eyes were full of tears, and her disbelief flashed, and she said, "Brother, you are finally awake!" ”

She is Ye Cheng's younger sister Ye Lingxian, but there seems to be no blood relationship between brother and sister.

"Here... What is it? ”

Ye Cheng has not completely recovered from his senses, but he clearly remembers that not long ago, at the annual ceremony of recruiting disciples, Ye Cheng of this world had just been admitted to Xiucai, and he proposed a couplet for his own martial arts hall to add joy, but unexpectedly, the hostile Zexin martial arts hall came to make trouble, Ye Cheng, who had read poetry and books since childhood, was an opponent, and was beaten and fainted on the spot.

Seeing that the second brother was drowsy and didn't remember the rights and wrongs of that day, Ye Lingxian explained: "Second brother, you don't know, you were injured in the hands of the Zexin Martial Arts Hall that day, they were domineering and aggressive, and the government seemed to be on their side, Master Wang Mo felt that things were not so simple, so let me take you here to cultivate." And we would send us some herbs regularly, but no one had been here for two days now. ”

In line with the idea that what has come is safe, Ye Cheng quickly sorted out the memories imprinted in his mind.

Twenty years ago, Ye Cheng's father founded the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion in Qingfeng City, and there were countless disciples, but a few years ago, his father disappeared, and the hostile forces began to suppress the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion, resulting in the business of the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion not getting as good as a year, and even now it can only shrink into the original territory.

In this world where the fist is the truth, the sword is justice, a martial arts competition will be held every five years, and the participants are required to be under 20 years old.

This year is the last chance.

"By the way, Xian'er, how long have I been unconscious?" Ye Cheng asked busily, he wanted to inquire about the current situation of the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion, this is the obsession left by this body, and it is also related to his future life.

If his guess is correct, his death as an NPC in the game will represent

"It's been a whole month, and today is the twelfth of July!"

Broken!

Ye Cheng was shocked in his heart, didn't that mean that there were only three days left before the Martial Arts Hall Dabi. Regardless of his injuries, he immediately got out of bed and ran in the direction of the Hongzhi Martial Arts Hall in his memory. Since his father and eldest brother left, Hongzhi Wuguan has become his home, and the emotion in his heart is driving him to act. Even if Ye Cheng can no longer be completely regarded as the former him, this feeling still exists.

The attic of about 30 zhang is magnificent, and the four words on the plaque are golden hooks and silver pens, revealing a heroic spirit, but the museum is a different scene.

In the hall, a tall middle-aged man stared ahead, his back was slightly gloomy, and suddenly he frowned and scolded.

"I'm not saying it, no one is ...... without my permission"

"Master Wang Mo's martial arts hall in three days is better than what we should do?" Ye Cheng came out of the door panting.

"Ye Cheng, you ......" A deep look of consternation appeared on Wang Mo's face, yesterday he also went to check Ye Cheng's injury, it stands to reason that the latter doesn't have much time left, why now......

"I'm fine, you answer my question first!"

Wang Mo was silent for a while, and then sighed.

"Alas! You have also seen the situation of the Hongzhi Martial Arts Hall over the years, and frankly I don't plan to let the disciples compete. ”

"But......" Ye Cheng stopped talking.

"I know the consequences of doing this, and the pain in my heart for making this decision is no less than yours, but you also saw it that day, Zexin Martial Arts Pavilion even dared you to kill you! I can't watch my disciple die! ”

Ye Cheng was silent, only those who have not yet reached the crown can participate in the martial arts competition, and they must sign a life and death contract before the competition. From a rational point of view, Wang Mo's approach is undoubtedly the most correct.

But to do so is tantamount to giving up the Hongzhi Martial Arts Hall!

"Child, you are still young, you have experienced too few things in this world, as long as people live, there will be hope, I will give you a sum of money afterwards, take a good test, and take your sister to live this life with her duty." Wang Mo patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder, but he never dared to look at the young man's eyes during this process.

"If you don't need Master Wang, there must be another way to keep the martial arts hall, not to mention that you need this money more than me." Ye Cheng hurriedly shirked and said, his mother died early, Wang Mo had been taking care of his brother and sister all these years, how could he be embarrassed to ask for that silver now?

"Nope! It's your uncle who is ashamed of your brothers and sisters, and it's your father! I can't afford to keep the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion, and I hope you can accept this money, because this is what you deserve. ”

"Uncle, what do you mean?" From Wang Mo's tone, Ye Cheng felt a trace of unease.

"To tell you the truth, instead of letting the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion dissolve meaninglessly, before that, it is better to make its departure more meaningful, I have planned to sell the title deed of the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion to Master Yao, and I plan to exchange it for some silver." Wang Mo's head hung deeper, and in the end, his voice became inaudible. If it weren't for Ye Chengcheng in front of him, I'm afraid I really wouldn't be able to listen to it.

After a pause, Ye Cheng's face changed greatly: "Are you talking about Yao Tao?" ”

"Absolutely! I am more familiar with him than others, and I believe that he can also give a fair price! Wang Mo said in a deep voice.

Ye Cheng's face sank like water, there were three founders of the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion back then, except for his father, Wang Mo and Yao Tao, but at the most difficult time of the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion, Yao Tao, as a veteran, took the lead in quitting the martial arts hall and chose Mingzhe to protect himself, which shows the inferiority of this person's character.

"Selling the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion to Yao Tao, I'm not at ease! Uncle, please give me a little more time, I will definitely not let the Hongzhi Martial Arts Hall be removed from Qingfeng City!" Ye Cheng took a deep breath and said.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyebrows locked, just as a young man's words, but then he thought about it, this kid can change from being angry to being alive and vigorous, maybe there are really some ways to fail.

"Good! Then I'll give you a chance to get ready! ”

After saying that, Wang Mo made a surprise move, and the majestic palm wind blew towards him, hitting Ye Chengmian with a thunderous momentum, and the speed was so fast that the latter could not avoid it.

Just as Ye Cheng was about to close his eyes and wait for death, Wang Mo turned his palm into a claw in mid-air, and clasped it on Ye Cheng's shoulder, and the majestic strength swept through his body like a swimming fish. The place where Ye Cheng was standing cracked, and his feet were sunk into the ground, but he himself was not injured.

"I said that reading would only be in vain, I only had to make a successful effort to be able to retract and release freely, otherwise your life would have been gone a long time ago! Fortunately, it's me, so why don't others show mercy to your subordinates? What you want to keep the martial arts hall is not the pile of useless ink in your stomach, but the fist in your hand! Yao Tao has no courage, and you have no strength, let alone poor! Wang Mo said with a cold expression.

Poof!

Ye Cheng was forced to kneel on the ground by the remaining strength, and his heart was already wet with cold sweat.

"I'll give you two more days, if you can find a helper, walk ten moves in front of me, and be qualified to fight for the Hongzhi Martial Arts Pavilion, I will agree to your request and not hand over the title deed to Yao Tao." Wang Mo turned around and left.

The voice was still in his ears, and only Ye Cheng with a lost face was left in the hall.