Chapter 166 Exploration
They knew Hu Rong very well. He usually didn’t brag except when he was drinking. What he said was probably true.
When Xu Jun heard this, his eyes lit up slightly.
Although her family was wealthy, it was all money left over from her grandfather's business ventures. When Xu Shouyang came here, she basically inherited only money and no influence.
Therefore, she didn't know much about the ancient martial arts world. She wanted to know about Su Ti, but she didn't have the channels herself.
However, Hu Rong's family seems to have channels for this.
So she thought for a moment and said.
"Do you still remember the day when we were drinking and met Brother Long's group?"
"I must remember what happened."
Everyone was puzzled as to why the topic came to this again.
Xu Jun whispered.
"Actually, that night, Suti and I ran away together. The two of us did not run away, but were blocked in the alley."
"What!"
The three of them were shocked, and Zhao Xu asked hurriedly.
"Then what happened next?"
"later."
Xu Jun paused: "Later, Su Ti beat all the dozen or so of Brother Long to the ground alone."
"ah?"
Hearing this, the three of them were stunned for a moment, and then showed incredulous expressions. After that, Hu Rong was the first to react after seeing that there was no hint of joking on Xu Jun's face.
"Brother Xu, do you want to say that Su Ti is actually a martial arts master, just like my grandfather's apprentice?"
Xu Jun nodded.
Zhao Xu twitched the corners of his mouth.
"Wait, wait, wasn't Su Ti kidnapped by an underground black fist not long ago?"
Xu Jun shook his head: "I don't know about that. In short, Su Ti has his own secret, and he doesn't really want to tell us, but I can feel that he is drifting away from us."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Xu and the others fell silent.
As Suti's best friends, how could they not notice Suti's current alienation.
Not only did I not live in the dormitory, I didn't even see anyone in class for more than ten days. When I finally came, I didn't greet them, but sat alone in the corner.
At first they thought that the other party was being kept by a rich woman, but after Xu Jun said this, Su Ti indeed had many things that he was hiding from them.
"What do you think? We are all adults. Originally, we should pretend not to know about this kind of thing. After all, everyone has secrets. He doesn't want to tell us, and there are his reasons. But after thinking about it carefully, I still think Feeling a little uncomfortable."
For Xu Jun, Su Ti was the first person who made her heart beat.
However, after the incident of the hero saving the beauty, there was actually very little interaction between the two. After the incident at the underground auction in Wenyang City, there was almost no interaction between them.
Xu Jun was actually a little unwilling.
Zhao Xu also sighed.
"Suti and I grew up together, and I don't want to lose him as a friend."
Hearing what the two said, Yao Xiayu also nodded slightly.
"Me too."
Young people's friendships are always impulsive and stupid. Although it infringes on the other person's privacy, the reason for not wanting to lose this friend is enough.
Hu Rong also nodded when he heard this.
"Since everyone has the same opinion, let's do a little investigation to see what Su Ti is doing."
After saying this, he looked at Xu Jun.
"Brother Xu, Su Ti has the ability to fight one against a dozen. He must be practicing ancient martial arts."
"As for things in the ancient martial arts circle, it's best to ask my grandfather."
Of course, everyone had no objection to this. There happened to be no classes this afternoon, so Xu Jun also called the school to ask for a leave. After lunch, the three of them got into Xu Jun's car and drove all the way to East Lake according to Hu Rong's instructions. Sifang Street.
East Lake in Mingguang City is less prosperous than the city center, while Sifang Street is an antique street where all kinds of cultural and antique items are sold.
There are usually very few people on this street, and most of the shops have little business.
And on this deserted street, a boxing gym called Youquanmen stands here.
The facade of this boxing gym is quite simple. There are two stone lions standing in front of the door and the signboard is a wooden plaque, which gives people an antique feeling.
"This is my grandpa's martial arts gym. Usually there are very few people here. They are all old students practicing in it."
Hu Rong explained.
The three of them followed Hu Rong in. There was someone guarding the door, but they let them go after recognizing Hu Rong.
After entering, the facilities inside are very simple.
There is a walkway in the middle, with broad martial arts fields paved with square stones on both sides. There are also many weapon racks, stone locks, water tanks, wooden stakes and other props used for practicing martial arts.
More than a dozen students, old and young, shirtless and wearing only black training pants, were practicing in the martial arts arenas on both sides.
They either held a stone lock in one hand and kept throwing it around them, or they stood in pairs on a smooth water tank and continued to push hands, or they waved weapons such as knives and sticks on wooden piles to practice their skills. strength and leg strength.
Seeing this and the ancient practice methods, everyone except Hu Rong showed expressions of surprise and curiosity, and stood still to watch.
At this moment, the door to the main room at the end of the martial arts arena was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a white slim-fitting uniform with three dragons on the front walked out, accompanied by an octogenarian with gray hair.
The middle-aged man had a thin face, an upright posture, and a strong sense of energy. He glanced slightly at Xu Jun and others on the martial arts field. They all felt their hearts tightening, as if there was a stone pressing on their hearts. It took a few people's breath away.
'Master.'
Almost subconsciously, this idea appeared in the minds of the four of them.
The octogenarian glanced at Hu Rong and didn't say anything. Instead, with a smile on his face, he followed the middle-aged man one step behind and sent him out the door.
After the other party left completely, the smile on the old man's face gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable heaviness.
"grandfather."
At this time, Hu Rong suddenly spoke, waking up the old man.
The old man turned around and looked at Hu Rong, with a smile on his face again.
"Xiao Rong, why don't you go to class today? Do you have time to come to grandpa's place to play?"
The old man has a ruddy complexion and a loud voice. Although he looks more than seventy years old, he still gives people the feeling of being old and getting stronger.
"Grandpa, these are some of my friends."
Hu Rong introduced him, and everyone hurriedly greeted the old man one by one. They could all see the faint coercion coming from the old man. Although it was not as strong as the middle-aged man, it still made people very cautious.
"This is not the place to talk. Come in with me."
The old man could tell at a glance that Hu Rong had something to ask him, so he took the first step and walked towards the back room. The back room is furnished in the style of the ancient Shia Dynasty, with a screen embroidered with ink landscape paintings, and a large Chinese character "You" hanging opposite the main door. The brushwork is ethereal, revealing an aura of agility.
On the main seat, the old man sat down, with guest chairs on both sides. At the old man's signal, everyone sat down cautiously.
They had never experienced such a battle before, and they felt like they were back in ancient times, with rules everywhere.
Although everyone sat down, someone soon brought tea. Hu Rong put down the teacup and couldn't help but ask.
"Grandpa, that person just now was"
His grandfather rarely had visitors, and the man just now was so impressive that he couldn't help but ask more questions.
The old man glanced at Hu Rong, then at everyone, and finally sighed slightly.
"That's someone from the South Holy Sect."
"Southern Holy Gate?"
Everyone was stunned. They remembered that when the man left, it seemed that the word Nan Sheng was indeed embroidered with gold thread on his back.
"Well, there is no one other than the largest and strongest ancient martial arts sect in the entire Nanjiang Province."
The old man sipped the tea and did not hide it because everyone was ordinary people. If the Nanshengmen's plan was followed, the ancient martial arts circle would truly emerge in the outside world.
After hearing his grandfather's words and noticing his expression, Hu Rong vaguely sensed something was wrong.
"Then they are coming?"
"They are here to merge our You Fist Sect and make our You Fist Sect a part of the South Saint Sect."
The old man said calmly, with no sadness or joy on his face.
After hearing this, Hu Rong stood up immediately and said excitedly.
"But, but Grandpa, traveling through the Fist Sect is your lifelong endeavor."
Although neither his father nor he had plans to learn ancient martial arts and inherit his grandfather's sect, Hu Rong knew how important the Youquan Sect was to his grandfather.
When he heard this, the old man also sighed deeply.
"This is the general trend, and it cannot be resisted by my small Youquan Sect. Now all the ancient martial arts schools in Nanjiang Province are facing the merger of Nansheng Sect."
"This is a business acquisition, you can refuse it."
When Yao Xiayu heard this, he couldn't help but say.
When the old man heard this, he glanced at Yao Xiayu and said calmly.
"No, this is not a commercial acquisition and it cannot be refused."
"If you refuse, our entire You Fist Sect will be wiped out, leaving no chickens or dogs behind."
"No, it can't be."
When they heard this, everyone was shocked, and Zhao Xu even stammered.
"Yes."
The old man sighed.
"You are not from the ancient martial arts world and do not understand the cruelty of the ancient martial arts world. Fighting and death are commonplace in this world. As the largest sect in Nanjiang Province, the Nansheng Sect's majesty cannot be offended. This time the Nansheng Sect The sect wants to merge all the martial arts schools in Nanjiang Province. If anyone dares to be ignorant of current affairs, the Nansheng Sect will definitely kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. "
"Although I can't bear to swim in the boxing sect, I don't want to be the chicken that gets killed."
After hearing these words, several people present not only swallowed their saliva.
In fact, they already regret coming here. These things don't seem to be what they should understand and be exposed to at all.
Seeing Hu Rong's worried expression, the old man's face also felt much relieved.
"Don't worry, grandpa, I have agreed to merge with Nanshengmen and become their branch library, so everything will be fine."
After saying this, the old man took the tea and moistened his throat. He seemed to have let go of his obsession and became more relaxed.
"By the way, Xiaorong, why don't you bring your friends here to see me?"
Hearing the old man say that nothing would happen, Hu Rong was slightly relieved and said.
"Actually, it's not a big deal. I just want you to help us check for a person, grandpa. This person is our classmate, but he seems to be from your ancient martial arts world. For some reasons, he seems to have become more and more alienated from us recently. Every day We know what we are doing, but we are not from this circle, so we are a little worried, so I want to ask you, grandpa, if you know him, can you tell us something about him, as friends, we want to know about it. "
Hu Rong briefly told the story.
The old man nodded. He was checking people, and he was still checking his grandson's classmates. Most likely they were also juniors in the ancient martial arts world. This was not difficult for him.
Although he is old and frail, he is still a round warrior after all. He still has some energy in the world of Mingguang City, especially the various disciples he has taught over the past few decades, all of whom are doing well. , forming a huge network of relationships locally.
"How old is your classmate?"
"He's nineteen."
"Nineteen years old?" A trace of confusion flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he shook his head inwardly and said.
"You don't have to worry too much. Ancient warriors of this age are young, energetic, and most likely to produce kung fu, so they have to spend a lot of time practicing. The more time they spend practicing kung fu, the less time they spend studying and socializing. The same goes for alienating you. Very normal.”
After hearing the old man's explanation, the four of them were slightly relieved.
Then the old man smiled.
"What's his name? It's not grandpa's bragging. As long as it's a local martial arts school in Mingguang City, grandpa doesn't know about it. Maybe his master and grandpa are familiar with each other."
Although the old man's words were plain, they revealed a strong confidence.
When they heard the old man's words, everyone couldn't help but show a look of reverence.
The old man smiled faintly in his heart, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The pressure on him from the Nanshengmen was too great, and he was quite capable of pretending in front of these juniors.
"His name is Su Ti."
"puff!"
As soon as Hu Rong said these words, everyone immediately saw that the old man who was calm and confident just a second ago, like an old man in the martial arts world, spit out the tea in his mouth without any image.
The old man's mouth was slightly open, with a look of shock on his face. There was still tea dripping from his beard, but he didn't care about his gaffe, and instead asked, his voice raised an octave.
"What did you say his name was?"
Hu Rong was also startled by the old man's demeanor and stuttered a little.
"He, his name is Suti, what's wrong, grandpa?"
"Suti, Suti."
The old man ignored Hu Rong, but kept mumbling and repeating the name.
As we all know, the name of the leader of the Nansheng Sect is Su Xiu.
But only some sects in Mingguang City who had participated in Long Yuanzheng's apprenticeship banquet knew that Su Xiu was the name that the other party later changed. The original name of the leader of the Nansheng Sect was Su Ti, and he was the young disciple of Long Yuanzheng of Longmen.
However, although there are many people who know about this, no one dares to publicize it. Since the leader of the Nansheng Sect has used a pseudonym, he has made it clear that he does not want others to know his real name. Anyone who dares to publicize it will be seeking death for himself.
As for the identity and background of the other party, no one dared to check it when Long Yuanzheng was alive. After Long Yuanzheng died and the other party became the leader of the Nansheng Sect, no one dared to check it.
That's why the old man was so shocked when he heard that his grandson's classmate was actually the famous leader of the Nansheng Sect.
(End of chapter)