"Hiss Guo, go slowly." The next morning, Li Haoran blocked Guo Jing who was about to go to the military camp in front of the Guo Mansion.

Guo Jing looked back and saw that Li Haoran was rushing over, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Brother Li, what's the point of coming here so early?"

The pedestrians rushed around the street, as if they had prepared a plan for a day, but there were many people in the martial arts world. These people were quietly watching them. He knew that many of these people were secret spies from other sects. So he walked into Guo's mansion and smiled: "This is not a place to talk, let's go in and talk."

Although Guo Jing couldn't understand why Li Haoran was so serious, he knew that he was not a targetless person. He thought that something happened in the army. He felt a little nervous and followed him to the study.

On the way, the two met Huang Rong, and Li Haoran simply invited her to the study together. Seeing his mysterious appearance, Huang Rong couldn't help but look at Guo Jing curiously.

Guo Jing shook his head and said, "Don't you know when you go in?"

He has always known that he is qualified to Lu Chun, and he threw things that he couldn't figure out to Huang Rong to solve, and developed the habit of obeying his wife. This time, Li Haoran obviously asked them for something. Since he could know what he meant immediately, Guo Jing was too lazy to worry about it.

The three of them sat down, and Guo Jing said suspiciously: "Brother Li, it's not that something happened to your soldier, right?"

"You! I only know the soldiers. If something happens to the soldiers, will Brother Li be so calm?" Huang Rong gave her husband a blank look and smiled bitterly. It turned out that Guo Jing had been talking to her about Li Haoran's training methods since she came back yesterday, and she did not stop until it was late at night.

"Rong'er, you don't know I'm stupid." Guo Jing smiled honestly and kept scratching his head, looking very embarrassed.

Huang Rong said angrily: "Who said that you are stupid is the real fool? Brother Jing is a wise man, otherwise how could he get to the eyes of the Seventh Lord?"

Seeing that the two were more than forty years, but their relationship was as warm as a young man, Li Haoran couldn't help but envy them a little. It was so rare for decades. He smiled and said, "As the leader of the Huang Gang said, if a person whose martial arts skills are no less than the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains is a fool, I really suspect that there are no smart people in the world."

Guo Jing's face turned red and said, "Brother Li has been awarded too much, he has been awarded too much."

"Brother Jing doesn't need to be modest, Brother Li is not an outsider." Her husband was praised, and Huang Rong and Youyou were honored. Her smile was as beautiful as a crabapple, and her charming posture was as bright as a girl.

"Brother Li, haven't you said what's wrong with you?" Guo Jing is a real person. It's hard for him to adapt to these false things. He asked for advice in order to solve his own embarrassment.

"this……"

To be honest, Li Haoran was really unable to speak. In order to keep Yue Lingfeng, a natural warrior, in the army, he meant to return the manuscript of Yue Wumu's suicide note to the Yue family, but now he thought that this thing was in the hands of Guo Jing.

Guo Jing saw his hesitation and frowned: "Brother Li, according to our relationship, what else is there to say? Do you think of me as an outsider?"

Li Haoran smiled bitterly and said, "This is the thing. I have a soldier from Yue Lingfeng, who has outstanding marksmanship. Yesterday I competed with him and almost lost to him."

"How is this possible?" Guo Jing and Huang Rong were stunned. This world is too crazy! This Li Haoran is already evil enough. Is anyone more powerful than him?

"It's not like that. I compared him with the battlefield technique, and my internal strength is useless at all. Even so, you know that even if we don't use internal strength, our eyesight, speed, and strength are beyond the reach of ordinary people. If I had the advantage, if I hadn't used tricks, it would be embarrassing to throw it away." After saying that, Li Haoran told the matter as it was.

The Guo couple was relieved, and Huang Rong said in confusion: "What does this have to do with us?"

Li Haoran said: "It's a big deal. The gun technique used by this kid is the Yue family's gun. Later I found out that he was a descendant of Wu Mu. I asked him if he had inherited Wu Mu's military tactics, but he said he didn't learn any of it. After a closer look, I realized that Wu Mu's suicide note had been lost with his death. Yue Lingfeng was as calm as a mountain, and his shooting technique was even more amazing, but I don't want him to be a reckless man. To be honest, I asked the two of you to return the belongings of Wu Mu's suicide note to the original owner. I wonder if the two of you can fulfill the dream of Yue's family."

"I thought it was a big deal! It turned out to be such a trivial matter. Not to mention Brother Li coming, even if Yue Lingfeng came to ask for it himself, I, Guo Jing, would return it to Zhao intact. This is also a kind of admiration for loyalty and kindness! But I never expected that the descendants of the Yue family would return to the army again, which is really a great thing!" Guo Jing laughed, stood up, pulled out a wooden box from a hidden place on the bookshelf, and handed it respectfully with both hands.

Li Haoran took a few steps and took it respectfully. He saw the four words "The Key to Break Gold" engraved on the box, so he opened the wooden box. There were indeed two booklets inside the box, one thick and the other thin.

Li Haoran picked up the thin book on his face and flipped it out. It turned out to be Yue Fei’s memorials, proclamations, inscriptions, calligraphy, and poetry. The words on the silk book are full of ink, vigorous ink, open and open, majestic, righteous and arrogant, but in every word, all the loyalty and righteousness are vividly displayed on the paper, which is indeed Yue Wumu’s manuscript.

After sighing, he opened the second volume casually, and saw eighteen big words written on the first page, saying: "Recently search and select, be careful to train, public rewards and punishments, make clear orders, strict discipline, and share the joys and sorrows."

Looking at the first page, Li Haoran immediately closed it, put the silk book back into the wooden box, closed it gently, and said, "Wu Mu's poems, I like "Manjianghong" the most. The power of swallowing mountains and rivers is as good as ordinary people. Returning things to the original owner is also a good story. I am willing to thank Guo Dahe for his righteous act on behalf of Yue." After saying that, he bowed deeply to Guo Jing.

Guo Jing did not avoid this ceremony because it was what he deserved. If it were the descendants of the Yue family, they would probably kneel down directly.

After the work was busy, the three of them talked about martial arts for a while and discussed the matter about going to Zhongnan. After an hour, Li Haoran said goodbye and left.

When he returned home, he had just climbed to the gate. A Xiaoyao disciple came forward and said, "Head of the family, there are guests coming to visit. Four girls are accompanying them in the living room. They have been here for a while."

"Guests? Who are they?" After the new family was established, after the beginning of its liveliness, no one came except for a few acquaintances in Xiangyang during this period. Li Haoran was curious and couldn't help but speed up and head to the living room.

In the living room, Nalan Suxin, Duan Susu, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were chatting with the guests, but they were very magnificent and had the style of a wealthy hostess. While talking, they were quietly waiting for Li Haoran's arrival.

Just as everyone was getting along with the guests, Li Haoran walked in leisurely. He took a closer look and found that the guest was not someone else, but Yue Lingfeng and a handsome middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Feeling that someone came, both of them were staring at me. Seeing that it was Li Haoran, Yue Lingfeng stood up excitedly, very respectfully, and bowed: "Disciple has seen the instructor."

Yue Lingfeng's strongest is his marksmanship, and he spent all his energy and was defeated in the end. He was convinced. Besides, Li Haoran promised to help him find Wu Mu's suicide note, and he was even more grateful for his kindness in the ancient Taoist spirit. Under Li Haoran's training, he felt that his strength had increased sharply, so he followed the etiquette of his disciples.

Li Haoran smiled loudly, the man had already walked over, patted Yue Lingfeng on the shoulder and said, "Are you afraid that I will regret it?"

Yue Lingfeng smiled awkwardly and said, "It's not that the disciples don't believe in the instructor, but this is the expectation of our entire Yue family. So the disciple came to visit early in the morning. The disciple disturbed the master and the master's wife rested, and she was really ashamed."

"After several generations of hard pursuit, there will be news about the manuscripts of our ancestors. If it were me, I would be so anxious. I understand your mood." Li Haoran understood this anxious mood.

In history, Yue Fei's descendants went through two generations of efforts and collected a few words written by Yue Fei during his lifetime through various channels. The hardships were not known to outsiders. At this moment, they learned the notes recorded by their ancestors, and it was strange that they were not excited.

"Ling Feng, I wonder what this senior is called?" Li Haoran looked at the Confucian scholars in his fifties and found that their eyebrows were vaguely similar, so he couldn't help but ask.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar clasped his fists and said, "Old Yue Ke, the father of Feng'er. I have met Mr. Li."

As expected, seeing Yue Ke’s elegant manners and very politeness, Li Haoran quickly returned the courtesy and said, “My younger generation, Li Haoran, have met his senior.”

Yue Ke sighed and said, "Feng'er is proud of his unparalleled shooting skills in the world, and finally loses the hand of the young master. As expected, the young master is a young man. I am very honored to know your beauty."

"Thanks to the reputation of my seniors, I am just a lucky person." Li Haoran did not drag him anymore, took out the simple and clumsy wooden box from his arms and handed it on his hands. He said, "Senior, the box contains Wu Mu's life-long hard work. In addition to military tactics, it also records the past and some poems that Wu Mu experienced throughout his life. Now, the things return to the original owner, Wu Mu should be smiling in the sky."

Yue Ke's expression was shocked, and he no longer had the calm demeanor he had just made. He stroked the wooden box obsessedly, full of respect and sadness: "This word is powerful and is the handwriting of the ancestors."

He carefully opened the wooden box, took out the silk book, and read it carefully. After a while, he saw tears in his eyes. He knelt heavily and said in a trembling voice: "Young Master is kind and kind, and the Yue family will never forget it. In the future, the young master will have his own orders, and our Yue family will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Li Haoran quickly helped him up and said with a smile: "Senior, I cannot accept this gift. Moreover, this book is of great significance. It is not only a treasure of Yue, but also a treasure of my Chinese lineage. It is more appropriate and safe to hand it over to you now. Moreover, Wu Mu's suicide note was obtained by Guo Jing and Guo Daxia. If you want to thank you, you should thank Guo Daxia, not me!"

Yue Ke was helped up by Li Haoran, and he couldn't move, let alone kneeling down. He wiped his tears and said, "Young Master's words are wrong. If it weren't for the young master's mention, Guo Daxia wouldn't know that my Yue clan was in the hands of Guo Daxia. In short, the gentleman can bear this gift, and he will not thank him for his great kindness. Feng'er, I am old, please remember Mr. Li's kindness and will remember it for generations."

Yue Lingfeng focused his attention and said solemnly: "The instructor is the person I admire the most. My father will remember it even if he doesn't say it." He has a cheerful personality and doesn't say anything grateful, but he has made a decision in his heart.

"No need to do this, no need to do this. This is just a coincidence. Perhaps it is Wu Mu's decision in heaven. Ling Feng, Wu Mu's ideal is to settle the Central Plains in the north. Although the Jin Kingdom was destroyed, the strong enemy still remained. The silk book records Wu Mu's lifelong hard work. I hope you can learn the essence of it and become the second handsome talent of the Yue family since Wu Mu, rather than a martial artist. This is also a condition for me."

The father and son of Yue were shocked. Unexpectedly, Li Haoran made such a request, but this was exactly what Yue Ke asked and hoped. No father in the world wanted his son to be a simple-minded and well-developed person, but his son, who likes martial arts and dislikes literature, was stubborn and never obeyed.

Now that Li Haoran has put forward such a condition, he is happy from the bottom of his heart, because Yue Lingfeng is a person who is right. Once he agrees to Li Haoran's request, he will definitely do his best to achieve it. So, he looked at his son nervously and expectantly, hoping to agree for him.

"Instructor, I agree to this condition. Although I cannot surpass my ancestors, I cannot be weaker than others. From then on, my disciples will definitely attach importance to learning military strategies and strategies when learning martial arts." After thinking for a while, Yue Lingfeng raised his head, his eyes full of tenacity.

Li Haoran did not agree with his words, so he said, "Who said you can't surpass Yue Wumu? You have to remember that everything is possible. As long as you do it, you will know whether you succeed. The achievements of our predecessors are not only to admire future generations, but also to be the object we want to surpass. If one generation is worse than the other, how can a family or a country have hope? As the saying goes, the next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave, and the previous wave dies on the sand stall. That's the truth."

"Ah?" Everyone was dizzy. At first, what he said was very reasonable. Even Yue Ke was so excited that he heard it when he was old. However, the saying behind him was never heard of. He was surprised and hilarious.


Chapter completed!