With the help of the Yang family's marksmanship, I penetrated the world of martial arts

Chapter 9 10. My family name is Yang
When Yang Kang came out this time, he brought three masters, one of whom was the Thousand-Handed Man Tu Peng Lianhu.

There is also this white-haired old man named Shenxian Old Monster Liang Ziweng, and the other is the burly Tibetan monk who worked with Liang Ziweng to rescue Peng Lianhu before, Master Lingzhi.

Liang Ziweng's questioning made the concubine really difficult. Although she has a noble status, she is only a quality girl.

But fortunately the princess was kind-hearted after all, so she said: "Anyway, Kang'er is not injured, let's forget it!"

Master Ling Zhi stepped forward and said: "Forget it, how can we forget it? It's okay that we were knocked down, the young prince was almost shot to death just now, if he just let the other party go, wouldn't it bring down the reputation of Prince Zhao's Mansion? "

He and Liang Ziweng teamed up to block Peng Lianhu just now, and his arm is still feeling sore and numb, just now that the princess is here, how could he not take the opportunity to avenge him?

"Ah?" The concubine turned pale with shock, quickly raised the beaded curtain of the soft sedan chair, looked at her son, and felt relieved when she saw that Yang Kang's expression had not recovered.

The princess was concerned about her son, while a person jumped out from the crowd on the other side and shouted: "You monk, why are you so indiscriminate in your speech?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked, and saw that the person who came was a middle-aged Taoist, wearing a gray Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand, he looked like a man of Taoism.

Master Lingzhi pointed to the Taoist priest and asked, "Who are you?"

The Taoist didn't answer, he brushed the dust off, stretched out his left foot and took a step forward, then he withdrew his foot and came back, only to see a deep imprint on the ground, almost a foot deep.

He stretched out his foot casually, and there was such a deep mark, which shows that his footwork is really powerful.

Venerable Master Lingzhi first came to the Central Plains, and for a moment he couldn't remember who the master was, but Liang Ziweng said in surprise: "Is the Daoist Master the real Yuyangzi Wang, who is known as the Iron Foot Immortal?"

The Taoist said: "The poor Taoist is exactly Wang Chuyi, and the word 'true' is definitely not worthy of him."

Wang Chuyi, son of Yuyang, is one of the seven Quanzhen disciples of Quanzhen Sect, and he is also well-known in the Jianghu. Wang Chuyi is also a hero in Hebei and Shandong by virtue of his iron feet.

When Yang Kang heard Wang Chuyi's name, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, so he said: "Even if Master Wang is in person, it is inconvenient to use weapons again, so I am not injured at all, so let's forget it."

Then he said to the princess: "Mom, let's go back to the palace!"

"Okay, okay." The princess was very happy and nodded repeatedly.

Yang Kang didn't wait for others to speak, he stepped on the steed led by his servants, flicked the reins, and left with the soft sedan chair of the princess.

Liang Ziweng and Master Lingzhi looked at each other, and had no choice but to support the injured Peng Lianhu and follow.

In a blink of an eye, the farce stopped, and the people around saw that there was no excitement, and immediately dispersed.

Wang Chu rested his fly fly on his left arm, cupped his fists and saluted, "You guys are being polite!"

Except for Huang Rong, Yang Chen and Guo Jing clasped their hands together and said, "Really Wang!"

As soon as Wang Chu walked up to Guo Jing, he stretched out his hand to press his shoulder, and said, "Your foundation is not bad! Who is your master?"

It turned out that Wang Chuyi was watching from the sidelines just now, seeing that both Guo Jing and Yang Kang's martial arts had the foundation of Quanzhen Sect's internal skills, so he thought they were Quanzhen Sect disciples.

Yang Kang used all the moves of senior brother Qiu Chuji, he should be senior brother Qiu's disciple, but he didn't know how the senior brother who has always been jealous of evil would accept a son of the golden king as his apprentice.

As for Guo Jing, although he was a disciple of Quanzhen Sect's internal skills, there was no shadow of Quanzhen Sect's martial arts in his moves, so he didn't know which one he was a disciple of, so he asked.

When Guo Jing was in Mongolia before, he had deceived Mei Chaofeng with the Jiangnan Six Monsters, Ma Yu and others, so he knew that Ma Yu had a junior named Wang Chuyi.

So he said truthfully: "My master is the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River, and Master Danyang Zima once pointed out my internal strength."

Wang Chuyi once heard Qiu Chuji talk about his bet with the six monsters in the south of the Yangtze River, so he understood, "Ah, you are Guo Jing! The elder brother taught you kung fu, that's really great! I don't have any worries."

Guo Jing didn't understand what Wang Chuyi meant, so it was obvious that he wasn't talking, so he didn't ask.

Wang Chuyi walked up to Yang Chen and asked, "I don't know the name of this young master?"

"Junior Yang Chen." Yang Chen replied.

Wang Chuyi sighed: "The surname is really Yang. I have heard for a long time that the Yang family's marksmanship has a way to return the carbine spear. Unfortunately, I have never seen it. Today, the one is really well-deserved. I think Mr. Yang is the authentic Yang family spear!"

Yang Chen nodded, "It's indeed the ancestral marksmanship."

Wang Chu nodded to show his understanding, but Mu Yi came over and asked, "Young Master Yang, you said that this is your ancestral marksmanship? I wonder which ancestor passed it down?"

Yang Chen replied: "My next Xuanzu is Yang Gongbao Zaixing, and my family's marksmanship was passed down by him."

"Ah!" Mu Yi was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "What's your father's name?"

"Father, Yang Ming, do seniors know each other?"

Mu Yi burst out laughing, "Hahaha, it's him, it really is him!" He smiled and suddenly shed a few tears.

Seeing his father laughing suddenly, Mu Nianci was a little worried, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked worriedly, "Daddy, are you okay?"

Mu Yi patted his daughter's hand and said in relief, "Daddy is fine, I'm happy." Then he turned to Yang Chen and continued to ask, "Then where is your father now?"

Yang Chen looked gloomy, and said in a deep voice: "My father passed away eight years ago, but senior knows my father?"

The corners of Mu Yi's mouth opened slightly, but he was speechless. After a long silence, he murmured: "He passed away, why? Your father should be in his prime now."

"My father happened to be in a war in the early years, and his heart was hurt. Eight years ago, the old injury recurred, but there was no cure. In the end..."

Hey--

Speaking of this, Yang Chen also sighed from the bottom of his heart. Although he is a time traveler, he and his father have lived together for more than ten years. The relationship between father and son is very deep. He is also very sad when his father passed away.

"How come?" On the other side, Mu Yi hadn't recovered yet, and just kept sighing.

At this time, the snow was falling more and more heavily, Huang Rong said: "It's not convenient to talk here, why don't we find a place to talk about it!"

"Very good!" Wang Chuyi agreed.

So Guo Jing helped pack the banners and weapons, then Mu Nianci helped Mu Yi, and they walked towards a nearby inn.

The five found a table and sat down. Mu Nianci brought his father a cup of tea. At this time, Mu Yi also recovered.

"Hey, I didn't expect that I just heard the news about my eldest brother today, and I found out that we brothers will never see each other again."

Yang Chen looked puzzled and asked, "Senior, what do you mean?"

Mu Yi said eloquently: "Actually, my surname is not Mu, but Yang. My original name was Yang Tiexin."

(End of this chapter)