When Qin Xiucai said the word "teacher", Zhu Da just wanted to laugh. He was both "adopted father" and "teacher", just to avoid offending the master-apprenticeship between Zhu Da and Xiang Bo. In fact, both Qin Chuan and this coach are teachers in various senses.

Of course, Zhu Da also understood in his heart that this was Qin Chuan's respect for him. This scholarly husband valued his thoughts on him very much and did not want to think that he was a despicable man who took the opportunity to invade his connections.

After leaving the house, Zhu Da immediately knew why Qin Qin was screaming. The "Master Yuan" looked really scary, with a scar on his face. The scar seemed to divide the whole face in half, slashed across the face, and one eye was blinded. The wound was sewn, but the treatment should not be detailed at that time. The flesh and flesh were vaguely turned outward, and the traces of the mulberry skin line were also very clear. It seemed that a flesh and blood centipede was lying on his face, and it was still squirting with his expression.

Fortunately, my mouth and nose are intact. When I think about it carefully, I must be very lucky to have survived this knife until now.

Master Yuan is of medium figure, a little fat, with white hair, gray beard and wrinkles on his face. He looks much older than Xiang Bo, wearing a cotton robe and a fur coat on his upper body. Although it is half old, there is no patches to see, and it is very neat.

Compared with the scars on his face, Master Yuan's torso and limbs were intact. He looked quite agile and flexible when he was walking, but he was not as old-fashioned as he looked.

"I've met Mr. Qin." Master Yuan bowed his respects casually.

Qin Xiucai smiled and nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Master Yuan comes so early."

"No need to worry, I can't get up early when I sleep. Are these the two children you mentioned?" Master Yuan said carelessly.

From the conversation and attitude between the two, Zhu Dan could roughly judge the identity and status of Master Yuan. The third brother Xu he saw on that day was polite and respectful to Mr. Qin, but this one was very casual.

"You won't greet Master Yuan. Master Yuan will be your coach in the future and teach you martial arts skills. In the future, you will call Bo Yuan. Although there is no master-disciple relationship, you should treat him respectfully like a master." Qin Xiucai said straight to the point.

I thought I would invite you to come in and serve the tea, but I never thought that it would be so straightforward. Anyone could hear Qin Xiucai's solemnity. Zhu Da pulled Zhou Qingyun, who had not yet reacted, and the two of them paid a long time to worship.

Until now, Zhu Da is not used to kneeling down and kowtowing in this era, but he has no reason to do these things, so he still has to do it.

"Master Yuan was once a brave and handsome man who was famous in the border town of Datong. It is your blessing to teach you martial arts skills. You must be diligent and dedicated, not neglected, do you know?"

"Master Yuan, here is Zhu Da, here is Zhou Qingyun, here is pleased to strictly discipline Master Yuan in the future."

"Hmm" there. If it was a ceremony, it would be inappropriate. However, when Qin Xiucai said this, Zhu Da could only respond loudly, "I know."

"You are the most annoying at this time. You are making some vain lilly. Now I am waiting for the death of the person I have forgotten about the past. Let's get up if you mention this to the child!" Master Yuan laughed and scolded, calling Zhu Da and the others to get up.

Master Yuan looked at it with one eye, and his eyes swept over, and Zhu Da's body shrank. The seemingly old Yuan Biao's eyes were really sharp, as if he could see through people. After being seen, Zhu Da felt a little chill inexplicably. He couldn't help but think whether this was the so-called "killing aura".

"This child looks like a little, this flowery air." Yuan Biao praised Zhou Qingyun and had a very low evaluation of Zhu Da.

Zhu Da laughed, he was not angry. Compared with his martial arts skills, he was much worse than Zhou Qingyun. This is the case from skills to strength. This is the gap in a few years. If you want to say anything good, it is nothing more than the accumulated experience and ruthlessness in those years.

Master Yuan ignored Zhu Da and the others' reactions, and just said to Qin Xiucai: "Are all the things ready?"

Qin Xiucai smiled and nodded, and said again: "Master Yuan beats him when he should, and scolds him when he should. Don't spoil them. These two children can endure hardships."

Master Yuan did not respond to this reminder at all, and walked towards the front yard with a swagger. Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun almost didn't react. They looked at the scholar Qin Chuan, looked at each other again, and hurriedly followed.

Qin Xiucai's two-entry house was relatively spacious than a small household, and it seemed cramped when used as a martial arts practitioner. He thought that Master Yuan would go down first in the front yard, but he never thought that the master swaggered into the warehouse in the front yard. Zhu Da and the others were a little stunned. Master Yuan turned around and shouted, and quickly followed him, feeling even more confused.

As soon as I entered the warehouse, I realized that there was a door in the warehouse that was covered with a false door leading to the adjacent yard. The neighbor of the Qin family, Zhu Da, had memory, and this direction was the salt stack semicolon.

When I opened the door, it was several times the spacious space of the Qin family's yard. The ground of the salt stack was flat and dense, and there was no accumulation of goods. There was also a shelf next to the Qin family, with weapons of various colors and wooden sticks of different lengths on it.

There was originally a young man watching. When he saw the three of them coming, he nodded and greeted him, and went to the front room on his own.

Judging from the new appearance of weapons and racks, these things were prepared for a few days. In other words, Qin Xiucai started preparing when Zhu Da first came and left. I have to say that he had thought it through very carefully.

"It is not convenient to practice ejaculation here. Let's go over to get the same homework." Yuan Biao said in a muffled voice, calling the three of them to go over together.

Seeing Yuan Biao holding a wooden stick of more than four feet long, Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun also picked up the wooden stick of the same length. Master Yuan frowned and said roughly: "Don't follow me. If you use a real knife, just take it."

Zhu Da still picked up the wooden stick. Since he started practicing martial arts, he has always been holding this wooden stick. He has never used a real knife, and so has Zhou Qingyun.

By this time, Zhu Da had already understood what he was going to do. Sure enough, when both of them had their wooden sticks, Yuan Biao waved the house in his hand and said, "You two call me, just fight."

Yuan Biao continued: "If you can hit me, you will suffer less in the future. If you don't hit me, it means you two are useless and you must practice more in the future."

The old man had a smirk on his face, but he looked hideous and terrifying with the scar. He said something arrogant, but his body posture was very cautious, he had already set his posture, and his arms were arched to look like he could exert force at any time.

Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun looked at each other, nodded first and then shook their heads. Zhou Qingyun blinked, and the two of them exchanged expressions. Master Yuan, who was standing aside, was a little annoyed and couldn't help but urge him.

Just as he was about to speak, Zhu Da turned around and stabbed the old man Yuan Biao with both hands. It is said that this wooden stick is used as a single knife, but Zhu Da felt that it is easier to exert force when using it as a bayonet, and the speed and accuracy are guaranteed.

"Ye, I thought you would shout." Yuan Biao was a little surprised. He waved the stick with one hand and rubbed Zhu Da's wooden stick, immediately leading Zhu Da's moves. Zhu Da's movements were very sudden, but the old man was still dealing with them leisurely, and even paying attention to Zhou Qingyun's movements.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingyun turned around and ran away without any intention of cooperation. This surprised Yuan Biao. Zhu Da hurriedly took two steps back and turned his lower body. Seeing that the two brothers were turning around and running together, the surprise on Yuan Biao's face had turned into contempt, but Zhu Da turned his upper body back, holding the end of the wooden stick with both hands and thrusting over it in turn. Zhou Qingyun ran two steps around in circles, but held the wooden stick with one hand, lifted it with his left arm, and stabbed Yuan Biao with big strides.

"It's interesting, have you practiced?" Yuan Biao spoke, but his movements did not stop. He took a step back and just flashed Zhu Da's thrust. When Zhu Da was in a state of great strength, Yuan Biao turned his wrist and waved the stick, and directly lifted the wooden stick in Zhu Da's hand. Following this action, Yuan Biao took a few steps forward and went directly to Zhu Da. The old man's body hit him directly.

Not to mention the weight difference, the old man came over on his own initiative. The empty door on Zhu Da’s chest was wide open and he was knocked out. He staggered for four or five steps before he could stand firm. Yuan Biao stretched out his arm, and only saw his wrist trembling and pulling Zhou Qingyun on his wrist. Zhou Qingyun couldn’t hold the stick and let go. Before he could continue to move, the wooden stick in Yuan Biao’s hand was poking Zhou Qingyun’s heart. Zhu Da, who had just stabilized his body, also stopped.

Yuan Biao's expression became more and more ferocious, but if you look closely, you will find that the old man is just laughing. He glanced at Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun a few times, pushed the wooden stick forward slightly, pushed Zhou Qingyun a few steps, and said, "Pick up the stick, let's beat it again."

Since meeting bandits by the river, Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun have discussed several cooperation plans, because in the conceivable future, the two of them will fight side by side for a long time, but the boy's combat power is limited. How to confuse others and how to act ruthlessly, the two of them have thought about some routines. Of course, they also learn from the experience of fighting bandits. When adults despise boys, they are still sure to hurt their opponents and kill them.

But when they met this one-eyed Master Yuan Biao and Yuan, these routines were useless, which made Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun feel embarrassed. Even Zhou Qingyun, who had practiced for several years, did not have very outstanding martial arts and much experience in fighting against the enemy.

However, there is one thing that Zhu Da can detect. Master Yuan doesn't care about them discussing. Although it is impossible to have such time to fight in a real battle, Zhu Da doesn't care about that much when he wins. He always has to leave a good impression on the "trainer" and not seem to be too useless.

"If you don't force yourself, our methods are useless." Zhou Qingyun said in a muffled voice.

Zhu Da stared at the leisurely old man opposite, shook his head and said, "Those methods are not useless, but Master Yuan is not afraid."

Zhu Da was very calm in the battle just now. He could see that Yuan Biao was attracted by his own routine, and even had flaws exposed. However, the old man's martial arts were too strong, and the huge gap between his strength had already covered up all the gaps.

"Fight separately, you are on your left and I am on your right, I shout 'fishing', let's retreat, and then I am on your right, let's go again, let's not care about the other party's fight, each of them will beat their own!" Zhu Da whispered a few words, and Zhou Qingyun nodded, "Fishing" is not a daily term in Datong, and ordinary people can't react when they call it.

Zhu Da and the others walked forward again, Yuan Biao lowered his arms, pointed to the wooden stick, and looked forward with a smile.
Chapter completed!