Chapter 23 Start a small stove On the training ground, several young men in their early twenties stood beside Coach Xu. One of them yawned lazily, "Master, why did you ask us to come here so early?" "Needless to say, there is another disciple I like!" "Aren't we going to see the two servants of the Seventh Young Master today?" These young men are all guards of the Zhao Mansion, but their relationship with Coach Xu is closer than that of other guards. Although the guards of the Zhao Mansion were all trained by Coach Xu, they were nominally his disciples. But these people came to pay homage to Master Xu in a serious manner, and called him "Master". One of them was even Master Xu's nephew. With the care of Coach Xu, they developed very quickly and were able to take charge of various businesses of the Zhao family. They were all very busy. If Coach Xu hadn't summoned them today, it wouldn't have been so easy to get together. At this time, these people were a little curious about the purpose of Coach Xu calling them here. "There is a little guy among them today who has great talent. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be your junior fellow apprentice in the future." "Wait." The young man who had just yawned reacted: "Seventh Young Master's servant? Is he willing to guard the house like us?"
It's not that he belittles himself. No matter how much Coach Xu can protect them, he doesn't have as strong a backing as the Seventh Young Master. If a person is doing well as a book boy, he might even be aiming for the position of housekeeper. Who would want to be a poor security guard, getting up early and going to bed late every day, working in the wind and rain? "Is it shameful to be my disciple? Besides, he has to be able to hold on to his position as a servant!" Hearing this, Master Xu snorted, "I'll wait until he is driven away by the Seventh Young Master, and then I'll ask Madam for mercy." The young men looked at each other and felt that what their master said made sense. Who in the Zhao family doesn't know about the bad temper of the Seventh Young Master? None of his servants stayed with him for long. "Then why did the master call us here?" "First of all, you guys should get to know him first, and then if he gets into trouble in the future, you can take care of him if you can." "Master, you really think highly of this kid." The young man who spoke first muttered with a curled lip. "Secondly, that little fellow has great talent and will probably learn martial arts quickly. I'm afraid he will become arrogant..." "I understand! It's just a show of force!" A few young people looked at each other, rubbing their hands together. "Who told you to take action? You just talk and make noises on the sidelines to let them know that there are always people better than you." Now these young men are really sure that their master really values this young disciple who has not yet entered the sect, and is afraid that he might hurt him. …… When Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan arrived at the training ground, they felt a little uncomfortable because of several inquiring gazes. He didn't hear the whispers of these people: "Which one?" “The one that’s taller and darker.” "Not the other one?" "His aptitude is inferior, and his father is a senior member of the second branch of the family, so he has his own way. He probably doesn't look down on my small family."
"I don't see anything special about this future junior apprentice brother." As Coach Xu watched Zheng Fa and the other two approach, he could not help but explain, "Not to mention his excellent physique, his main thing is his calm character. He is an excellent seedling. Don't say more!" When Zheng Fa walked up to the group, he saw Coach Xu looking at him with a stern face and frowning, as if he was not very satisfied. The young men behind him also had serious expressions. Today was a test for two people, and since this group of people were so serious, they naturally became more nervous. I dare not even breathe too loudly. "You two are late!" As soon as Coach Xu opened his mouth he began to blame. The two men did not dare to refute him and just lowered their heads. "You two are just beginning to learn martial arts, and this is the time to study hard and practice diligently. Why are you here so late?" "It's me... I got up late and wasted time." Gao Yuan said. He had been studying those pictures without giving up for the past few nights, staying up all night. He was at an age where he could still sleep, so when Zheng Fa called him, it was already too late. "You? Since you sleep so well, you must have practiced the Songhe stance well, right? Practice it for me and show me!" Gao Yuan's face turned bitter, and he honestly assumed the Songhe stance. Zheng Fa watched from the side, seeing him standing on the ground, his shoulders rising and falling with his hips. Judging from Zheng Fa's entry level at this time, Gao Yuan is also about to get started! This surprised him quite a bit. You know, if it weren't for the modern seven days, he might not have been able to reach the current plateau. What's more, Coach Xu clearly said that his roots are on the plateau. Coach Xu was also a little surprised. He walked around Gao Yuan twice, frowned for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Did your father give you some special treatment?" “...Yes.” Gao Yuan said hesitantly, a little embarrassed. "Your posture is the same as your father's. Your left shoulder is an inch higher! He had a shoulder injury. Are you trying to imitate him?" Coach Xu sneered, "Relax!" He patted Gao Yuan on his left shoulder blade. Gao Yuan adjusted his posture unconsciously, and it became clear that his breathing became smoother and his posture was more in line with the essence of Songhe Posture. "That's enough!" Coach Xu nodded. "Not bad, you've made great progress! Just ask your father to give you less medicine in the future. Practicing too much has hurt your body, and tonics can't make up for it!" Zheng Fa suddenly realized. He said that Gao Yuan had to go out for a while during lunch time every day and brought his own lunch every day. Now that I think about it, Gao Yuan probably secretly practiced martial arts with his father every day. Normally, he, like Zheng Fa, should practice Songhe Posture for one hour a day and no more. But according to Coach Xu, Gao Yuan drinks tonic medicine every day and can practice longer than himself. He is richer than us but still more unscrupulous than us. That's a bit ridiculous.
Gao Yuan seemed to feel embarrassed that Zheng Fa knew about his secret efforts. When he stood back, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zheng Fa. "You come!" Coach Xu said to Zheng Fa with a fierce face, but there was a smile in his eyes: "Gao Yuan's talent is not as good as yours. He is almost entering the door. Let me see how you are doing!" He did feel satisfied in his heart. On the one hand, Gao Yuan's progress was beyond his expectations. This child not only comes from a well-off family, but is also hardworking. Even though he knew that he would not become his disciple, he was always happy to have taught a good disciple. On the other hand, he felt that having someone like Gao Yuan to compare with would be more motivating for Zheng Fa. Others may have worse qualifications than you, but they practice better than you. Are you panicking? Even asking a few of his direct disciples to come here today seems a bit redundant. Gao Yuan alone is enough to make this kid never dare to look down on anyone in the world! He had already thought about how he would punish Zheng Fa when his performance was not as good as Gao Yuan's. "Hmm?" Coach Xu looked at Zheng Fa, who was in the Songhe stance and lost himself in the state of forgetting himself and the world. He turned back to look at his disciples with a look of uncertainty on his face. The disciples also looked a little surprised. They all saw that Zheng Fa's Songhe Posture had already been mastered. Coach Xu stretched out his fingers, counting the pieces one by one, and asked Gao Yuan who was standing beside him, "One day, two days, three days. If I hand over the complete Songhe Post to you two, it will only take three days, right?" Gao Yuan nodded. "So he has entered the sect?" Coach Xu pointed at Zheng Fa and asked Gao Yuan with some suspicion, "Your father is so kind, did he also give him some special training?" Gao Yuan: ...I am your only son! (End of this chapter)