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Zhang Taiping returned to his previous place, and now the situation in both martial arts schools was a bit embarrassing. The one with Smiling Tiger was unable to continue because the challenger was injured, while Zhang Dong came to this one because the one who defeated the challenger was an outsider.

The old man holding the iron gall asked Zhang Donglai: "Who is this?"

Zhang Donglai smiled but did not say anything.

At this point, the kicking game could not go on any further. The Smiling Tiger group hugged their fists and stood up to say goodbye. Before leaving, the old man holding the iron gallbladder asked Zhang Taiping, "I don't know what you call me?"

"Zhang Taiping." Zhang Taiping clasped his fists.

"Zhang Taiping?" The old man chewed on the name and left slowly. He planned to ask people to find out about this man's origins when he returned, but he was doomed to fail.

After all the outsiders had left, Zhang Donglai welcomed a few more people into the house. After sitting down, he introduced: "This is my son Zhang De, who opened this martial arts gym. What happened today made everyone laugh. This is my grandson Zhang Honggang."

"Then he introduced Zhang Taiping and several others.

After getting to know each other, Zhang Taiping didn't want to talk too much. He had already confirmed that this family was the descendant of Zhang Wufu, so he said straight to the point: "I learned that the old gentleman's grandfather was Zhang Wufu, but there is something I want to return to you.

Home?"

"One thing?" Zhang Donglai wondered, "I wonder what it is?"

Zhang Taiping said: "You should know that your ancestor is famous for his swordsmanship, right? He is a swordsman famous all over the country."

"Swordsman?" Zhang Honggang had never heard of it, Zhang De had heard of it a little, and Zhang Donglai knew clearly, "I know this, but it's just a disgrace to the reputation of my ancestors."

Zhang Taiping smiled without comment, and continued: "I came here this time to return a sword manual written by my ancestor." He took out the sword manual and handed it over.

Hearing Zhang Taiping's words, Zhang Donglai's eyes suddenly lit up. He took the sword manual and did not rush to read it. Instead, he looked directly at Zhang Taiping and said: "Your surname is Zhang, how are you related to my grandfather?"

Zhang Taiping knew that he might have some misunderstandings, so he shook his head slightly and said, "I think he is half a disciple."

"Oh." Zhang Donglai's expression calmed down and he began to look through the sword manual in his hand. In Zhang Wufu's time, the Zhang family was famous for its sword skills. However, with the disappearance of Zhang Wufu, the Zhang family quickly became lonely, and their sword skills also disappeared and fell into decline.

There is no sign of using the sword at all. Now that I have acquired my grandfather's sword skills, it cannot be said that I can regain the glory of the past, but I can revive my family in the small and medium-sized circle of kung fu.

After finally suppressing the excitement in his heart, he handed the sword manual to Zhang De and asked Zhang Taiping: "I wonder where Mr. Zhang met his grandfather?"

"In the mountains of the Qinling Mountains." Zhang Taiping said, "But I didn't see him in person. When I accidentally entered the valley, most of the people in it had already passed away. Only this book of swordsmanship left some information."

"Alas." Zhang Donglai sighed and said, "I didn't expect that my grandfather spent his later years in the Qinling Mountains. It was also because we, the younger generation, were unfilial and did not serve him."

Zhang Taiping just said that and did not say anything.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Donglai asked: "I wonder what Mr. Zhang's request is for sending the sword manual?"

Zhang Taiping shook his head: "I came here mainly to participate in the flower party, and I just returned the sword manual along the way. I have practiced this sword manual, and I am considered to be half a disciple of Mr. Zhang Wufu. It said to find someone to return it.

I originally planned to pass it on to my apprentices. Some time ago, a man recognized the origin of this sword technique and told me that Mr. Zhang Wufu still had descendants alive, so he came up with the idea of ​​returning the sword technique.

Although I have returned the sword manual to you, my intention to pass on the sword skills to my apprentices will not change."

Hearing what Zhang Taiping said, Zhang De's expression changed slightly, while Zhang Donglai smiled and waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter. Mr. Zhang originally got the sword manual. Whoever passes it on first will naturally follow his own wishes."

"That's good." Zhang Taiping nodded.

"I wonder who recognized this sword technique?" Zhang Donglai asked again.

"I learned about it from a cripple who used a knife years ago."

"The cripple with the knife..." Zhang Donglai's eyes shrank, the light inside condensed into the tip of a needle, and he asked with some urgency, "Have you ever fought?"

Zhang Taiping nodded: "We had a little discussion."

"How about victory or defeat?" When asked, Zhang Donglai's voice became a little nervous.

"Slightly better." Zhang Taiping said modestly. But Wang Gui had witnessed that duel with his own eyes, and it was definitely not as simple as being slightly better.

"Huh..." Zhang Donglai breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "It's amazing, it's amazing, the future generations are really formidable." In fact, although the Zhang family has lost the essence of swordsmanship, some of its swordsmanship has been passed down, and Zhang Donglai knows some.

Zhang Wufu's sword skills from his early years were once compared with that lame swordsman's, but he was defeated.

Now that the sword manual has been returned, Zhang Taiping has no demands and has no intention of continuing to carry it here. He stood up and clasped his fists and said, "With that, I'll take my leave."

Zhang De stood up and said quickly: "Don't be in a hurry, it's not too late to leave after dinner."

Zhang Taiping shook his head and said: "Forget it about eating, there are companions waiting elsewhere."

When Zhang Donglai saw Zhang Taiping's resolute attitude, he did not try to persuade him to stay, but said, "I wonder when Mr. Zhang will return to Xi'an?"

"Just recently." Zhang Taiping could roughly guess what Zhang Donglai wanted to say.

Sure enough, Zhang Donglai said: "I don't know if I can go with Mr. Zhang. I plan to bring my grandfather's body and bones back to the ancestral grave."

It is a Chinese tradition to relocate to one's homeland. In the eyes of the older generation, entering the ancestral grave after death is a very solemn thing. Zhang Taiping readily agreed: "Of course you can." After saying this, they left their phone numbers with each other.

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"Just give me a call when Mr. Zhang leaves."

After the people left, Zhang Decai asked his father: "Are these people really just here to bring sword manuals?"

Zhang Donglai pondered and said: "It should be like this, otherwise I can't think of any other purpose."

"It's just that he just said that this sword skill might be passed on to his apprentices. Father, look..."

Before Zhang De finished speaking, Zhang Donglai knew what he meant and scolded: "I know what you have done over the years, please, don't think that you will become unscrupulous just because you have some skills. Do you know who the crippled swordsman is?"

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"Crippled Swordsman, Crippled Swordsman...could it be...?" Zhang De was surprised.

"It's good to know. That lame man can kill all of your yard with just one knife, let alone the person who defeated the lame man?" Zhang Donglai said angrily, "So you'd better put away your petty thoughts.

Don't get into trouble. Besides, it's benevolent and righteous to have the knife book returned, so don't ask for anything else."

"I understand." Zhang De felt Zhang Taiping's power, nodded and said, "Father really plans to go to Xi'an with them?"

"Well, your great-grandfather's body and bones must be moved back." Zhang Donglai said, "You prepare some things and I will bring them with me when the time comes."

"OK."

After they came out of the martial arts hall, they didn't stay any longer and took the car directly back to the place where they stayed in Luoshui. It was already evening when they returned to their residence, and Yang Wanli hadn't come back yet, so Zhang Taiping called him.

Yang Wanli smiled and asked, "How are things going?"

"The process is a bit complicated, but it's completed. How are you doing with your affairs?"

"I took a look at the peony garden in the morning. Those nurseries were pretty good. The negotiation has been completed. The purpose of coming this time has been achieved. In the afternoon, I took a look at the flower fair, and in the evening I searched here.

I will stay here for one night and not go back there." Yang Wanli said, "By the way, your pot of peonies can really be ranked. It is at least in the top ten now. As for the specific ranking, it will be announced tomorrow morning.

Know."

This was an unexpected surprise. Zhang Taiping didn't care very much and said casually: "I won't go there tomorrow. You can help take care of it."

"No problem." Yang Wanli smiled and said, "Oh, one more thing. I met a friend here and learned that a fur conference is about to be held here. Why don't you go and have a look?"

"Fur Conference? What's going on?" Zhang Taiping asked.

Yang Wanli said: "It's inconvenient to talk about specific matters over the phone. I'll explain it in detail when I get back at noon tomorrow."

"Well, let's wait until you come back to elaborate."