Niu Chengzhang took the team and let the police disband. He took a rickshaw, left Xingyang Road, turned into Mingchun Road, got out of the car, walked into an antique restaurant, stepped onto the second floor, and stood there.

Someone went to report that after a while, Niu Chengzhang was taken to a private room and stood in front of an old man.

The old man was in his sixties and wore a long white-washed gown and a Western hat. He was neither tall nor powerful, and looked thin. But facing him, Niu Chengzhang bowed his waist to greet him, smiled all over his face, and said flatteringly: "Hello Uncle Ji."

Uncle Ji was drinking tea leisurely: "Captain Niu is here, please sit down."

Niu Chengzhang then leaned down and sat down with his butt only sitting on one corner of the chair.

"How is the investigation?"

"Report to Uncle Ji, I just led the team to the Tiger Roar Hall. All of them have been checked, and there is no suspicion."

Uncle Ji frowned: "This is strange. It is neither a revenge on the word ", nor a martial arts school's trick. Who killed Song Laoke?"

Niu Chengzhang didn't dare to say anything. The one in front of him was the Longcheng butler, who had a lot of hands and eyes, and had much more information than the police station. How dare Captain Niu talk too much? The reason why he was able to take the position of captain was entirely due to Longcheng's support.

Uncle Ji sighed: "The world is getting more and more chaotic, and there are more and more outsiders coming to Shencheng to make a living. There are many people, so there are inevitably people who are not following the rules. This matter will cause trouble for Mr. Long."

Niu Chengzhang couldn't help but shivered when he heard this. Master Long's headache means that many people want their heads to fall to the ground.

Uncle Ji said again: "But rules are rules that cannot be overcome. Although Song Laoke is a small character, he has always been obedient and pays money on time. He was killed for no reason. If Longcheng does not express anything, the gang leader below will inevitably have gossip."

Niu Chengzhang hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Uncle Ji, I will take people to investigate until the arrest of the murderer is brought to justice."

Uncle Ji glanced at him: "In Shencheng, such revenge killings are common, it is not a big deal. What is important is attitude."

Niu Chengzhang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I understand."

This case is strange and lacks clues. If you can't find out a clue, it will naturally become a unsolved case. But no matter whether it is Longcheng or the police station, you don't like unsolved cases. According to the rules, you will eventually find a pretext, find a similar person to make a move, and then close the case, and then explain it.

After thinking about it, he asked carefully: "How should the Wolf Gang clean up?"

Uncle Ji took another sip of tea: "Don't worry about it, those who can do it are. This is also a rule. It depends on which young man can come out. Master Long has always liked to reward young man."

"clear."

Captain Niu blinked his eyes. The biggest rule in Longcheng is of course to pay the money first.

...

White-cut chicken, stewed duck, large plate of beef, bone old fire soup...

The steaming is hot and the fragrance is scented, and the table is full.

Yang Sanshou smiled and said, "This meal is much more sumptuous than the New Year. Ono, just let go of your stomach and eat it. By the way, I told the little mute that you will have a special snack for you tonight. If you want to eat, just say whatever you want, you will never have to sleep hungry again."

"Thank you, Master."

Seeing so many delicious foods, Tang Ye's index finger twitched.

Yang Sanshou said: "Don't thank me, you have all come back from working hard on your own. It's our old guys who thank you, especially the fifth brother."

Looking at Zhao Wushou, who was squatting on the chair and eating meat, "Lao Wu, thanks to Ono who got the money back, you have so much meat to eat."

Zhao Wu raised his head and grinned, his smile was very cunning.

Tang Ye copied Song Lao Ku's bottom. If it were an ordinary family, it would be enough to spend ten or eight years. However, according to the living standards given to Tang Ye by the Tiger Roar Hall, he was not resistant to spending. Recently, the tiger soup has improved its medicinal power, and the medicinal materials to be bought are more expensive, and it is just like spending money.

But no matter what, Yang Sanshou is not stingy about spending on Tang Ye, especially in terms of food and drink. People who practice martial arts consume a lot of money and naturally have to eat it back. Otherwise, how can they nourish the qi and blood?

After eating and drinking, Tang Ye followed Wu Yishou to the martial arts training ground.

"Ono, to this day, I have basically taught you all the skills and tricks of "Three Tonghu". You learn boxing, leg skills, and claw power too quickly, and I have nothing to teach you."

Wu Yishou quipped with a rare quip.

Yang Sanshou, who was standing next to him, smiled so hard that he could not see his eyes. He was extremely satisfied with the disciples he accepted. In the martial arts world, there are talented people and genius people, but he never expected that he could accept such one. I wonder if it was his master's blessing or God's eyes opened.

Wu Yizhe changed his tone: "However, the path of martial arts is endless. If you want to achieve greater achievements, you cannot be satisfied and cannot be self-satisfied."

He said, looking solemn: "Ono, what you lack now is the heat. For example, cooking, recipes and ingredients, you know everything about it. But if you want to make delicious dishes, you have to pay attention to the heat when you are cooking. No one can teach you this, you need to think about it and experience it yourself."

Tang Ye nodded and said, "I understand."

Wu Yishou said slowly: "The best practice is actual combat and fierce fighting. But when you are in your current state, you will have something to do when you go out rashly. My master and I are worried. The water in Shencheng is deep. If you make a mistake, you will be doomed. You are still young and your character needs to be stable."

Yang Sanshou echoed: "Senior Brother is right... Ono, let's talk about dealing with Mr. Song, you'll take a little risk. What if something goes wrong, what should we do? It's said that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, but if you really meet it, that calf is afraid that the tiger will be eaten without any damage."

Tang Ye knew that they were out of caring and kindness, so he had no objection.

Wu touched his sparse beard with one hand: "You have to eat rice in one bite, and learn martial arts the same. If you master the boxing skills, you should practice it next. Generally speaking, practicing martial arts, learning with others, and proceed step by step, is the best."

Speaking of this, he smiled bitterly: "But in our Tiger Roar Hall, there is only you, and no one can accompany you to practice. It is not suitable for me and your master. As for finding someone outside, it is even more troublesome."

Tang Ye scratched his head: "My master means to let me practice alone?"

Yang Sanshou said: "One person practices boring and lacks interactive reference. So after we discussed it, we spent a lot of money to build a wooden stake for you."

Walked over and came to the martial arts training ground. There was something upright there, covered with a piece of gray cloth, uncovered the cloth, revealing a wooden stake. One person was tall, as thick as a bucket, and several arm-thick piles and foot legs were horizontally located at different positions around his body. Looking from a distance, it looked like a person standing there.

Yang Sanshou explained: "In the martial arts world, wooden stakes are a must-have for boxers. It is different from ordinary wooden stakes. First of all, the materials are different. Generally, wooden stakes are targets for practicing boxing. The material can only be said to be ordinary. After practicing the strength, they can use force to crack or even break it. However, real wooden stakes are made of extremely tough whole solid wood. Even if they use sharp knives and axes, it is difficult to cut it all at once. Secondly, the structure is different. Wooden stakes are a rough outline, with bare poles, without these pile hands and foots that are like arms."

After saying so much, he was a little thirsty. He first drank a tea to moisten his throat, and then continued: "The best wooden stakes must be both physical and spiritual, have human physical characteristics, and have various vital parts, such as the throat, this is the weakness, this is the vagina..."

He said, pointing at the wooden stake: "The position of the piles on the piles is particularly particular, and they cannot be made randomly. They are the soul of a wooden stake. You can treat them as the other party's arms to defend and block. Different directions, different horizontal and vertical, different extensions, and each has its own mystery. When practicing boxing, you need to avoid your tricks, or move these wooden arms, and then quickly and accurately hit the key points of the wooden stake. The accumulation of sun and moon, practice makes perfect, and slowly, you will practice."

Tang Ye was so sensible that when he looked at the wooden man stake, his eyes obviously changed.

Yang Sanshou smiled and said, "The wooden stake itself is a dead object, fixed on the ground, but after cleverly installing the stakes, hands, legs, and feet, it becomes different. Don't think that hitting wooden stakes is simple. Many boxers can't hit it continuously for a month or two. Either they are blocked by the wrist or the elbow is blocked by the wooden arm, and they are in a very embarrassing state."

Tang Ye couldn't help asking: "Master, there should be many practices and types of wooden stakes."

Yang Sanshou praised: "Of course, different sects have different structures. As long as there is a difference in the number of wooden arms, length, and arrangement, the entire wooden stake will be different. Among them, the number of piles, hands, legs and feet is a very important basic factor. Each additional one, the change will be one more. This wooden stake has nine piles, and is unique to our Tiger Roar Hall. It is tailor-made for "Three Tong Tigers". It is much more complex and more varied than other martial arts halls. The average wooden stake has only three or five piles, hands, legs and feet. Speaking of this, I want to remind you: Ono, you need to be clear that no matter it is tiger soup, boxing secrets, or this wooden stake, it must not be leaked to the outside world."

Tang Ye suddenly asked: "Master, if I break all the piles, hands, feet, and feet, wouldn't I be able to break the wooden man's pile directly?"

Yang Sanshou was amused and laughed and cried: "As you say that, what's the use of boxing skills? It's equivalent to the legendary one-power subsidence of ten, and the world is invincible. But it's a terrible dream to achieve that step. So, don't be whimsical, but practice your skills steadily and talk about other things."

Tang Ye said oh, thinking that this is indeed the case. He could kick Song Laoke to death with one kick, but he used the "Blood and Qi Brave" in a strange technique. Besides, Song Laoke is not a martial arts practitioner, and his body is ordinary. If he meets a master, it will be another situation.

Therefore, the effect of techniques is unquestionable. The main purpose of wooden stakes is to practice techniques and footwork.

After Yang Sanshou had finished speaking, Wu Yishou said: "That's it. Ono, as long as you can make a good wooden stake, you can really get out of the army and fight with others."

"good."

Tang Ye responded and stood in front of the wooden stake, but did not take action rashly, but stood there and observed carefully.
Chapter completed!