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"Xiao Cheng, are you here too?"

Seeing Wang Cheng, Old Master Yang said in surprise. He looked up and down, his face was shocked and his figure flashed. Wang Cheng only felt a flash in front of him. Old Master Yang came to him and grabbed his wrist with his slightly thin palms. Wang Cheng had no chance of resisting and could not even lift his arms.

This is a catcher, and Wang Cheng was shocked by Mr. Yang's movements and strength.

Mr. Yang grabbed Wang Cheng's wrist, of course, to take the pulse. After only one breath, he let go, frowned, and looked at Wang Cheng: "It's really good, Xiao Cheng, how did you do it?"

Wang Cheng rubbed his wrists and smiled bitterly: "Hello Grandpa Yang, I don't know, I'll get it inexplicably."

The girl in white also said in surprise: "Grandpa, has Xiao Cheng's congenital heart disease been cured?"

Mr. Yang still looked at Wang Cheng suspiciously, nodded and said, "Yes, okay."

The girl in white also came to Wang Cheng and grabbed Wang Cheng's wrist very calmly, as if she was doing something very ordinary. Wang Cheng was also very calm and let go after just one breath. Then the girl nodded, frowned slightly, and looked at Wang Cheng: "Xiao Cheng, did you cure it yourself?"

Wang Cheng could only say helplessly: "I don't know either, I just need to do it slowly."

"Half a year ago, you walked over in front of me. Your qi and blood were very weak. Then I took your pulse and asserted that you could live for five years."

Mr. Yang recalled: "As soon as I entered the door, I didn't recognize you because I felt that your qi and blood would not be so strong. I didn't expect that it was you. Xiao Cheng, you have worked hard for so many years and finally defeated the innate disease. Now you are willing to join me and be my closed disciple of the old man?"

"Hey hey... Old Man Yang, have you forgotten me of the old Taoist priest?"

The old Taoist Changhe felt that he was being ignored. The grandfather and grandson seemed to know Wang Cheng and poached in front of him. Isn’t it too much?

"Xiao Cheng has agreed to join my disciple. Old man Yang, just have a baby granddaughter to show off every day, don't steal my apprentice."

Mr. Yang turned his head, looked up and down at the old Taoist priest, and said disdainfully: "Old Niuzi, have you taught a good disciple in your life? With your ability to teach disciples, Xiao Cheng's good seedlings will be abandoned by you."

"Yang Madan, nonsense, I am a Taoist martial arts. Do you understand Taoist martial arts? Fighting is not our ability, we live longer than you."

The old Taoist priest shouted unwillingly.

"So what if I live? I can't teach my disciples yet. There is no promising disciple. Aoki is your eldest disciple, right? Isn't it that my granddaughter is so powerful yet, so I'm not convinced? Should I let Aoki play with my granddaughter again? My baby granddaughter let your eldest disciple have one hand!"

Mr. Yang rolled up his sleeves and shouted at the old Taoist priest with great momentum.

"you!"

The old Taoist priest couldn't speak at once.

Because Mr. Yang is telling the truth. Half a year ago, Mr. Yang's granddaughter, the girl in white next to him, Yang Qingyu, was only nineteen years old. He competed with Aoki and easily defeated Aoki.

Yang Qingyu shook her head helplessly. These two old men were noisy every time they met. She had been used to it since she was a child, and her calm face was a little helpless. She turned to look at Wang Cheng, who was also smiling helplessly, and asked, "Xiao Cheng, have you really joined the disciple of Master Changhe?"

Wang Cheng shook his head: "No, I am here to work in Zangding Temple, just like going to your boxing gym, but the Taoist priest gave me a few moves just now."

"How did you cure congenital heart disease? Is it the medical skills you learned from Mr. Li?"

Yang Qingyu asked curiously.

Wang Cheng went to work in Tai Chi Boxing Gym and met Yang Qingyu and Mr. Yang. He was not very familiar with him. He had met twice. Yang Qingyu and Wang Cheng once gave some tips on Yang Qingyu's little mistakes when practicing boxing, so the two had a little friendship. When Wang Cheng was working in the boxing Gym, Yang Qingyu took great care of him and asked Mr. Yang to treat Wang Cheng. Mr. Yang would also have a medical treatment. However, for this congenital heart disease, Mr. Yang had no choice but to sentence Wang Cheng to death.

Unexpectedly, if you haven’t seen each other for more than half a year, Wang Cheng’s congenital heart disease will be cured.

Yang Qingyu was very curious. She had specially checked the information. Apart from the possibility of curing this disease, there was no other treatment method.

"I heard from a young age that I didn't live to be twenty years old, and my father gave up on me, so I told myself that I could not give up on myself. I controlled my temper, controlled my activities, could not lose my temper, could not exercise too much, but I couldn't stop exercising, so I learned martial arts, went to Liuhe Boxing Gym, went to your boxing gym to learn health martial arts, and went to Li Laorenhetang to learn medical skills, hoping to find a prescription to cure myself."

Wang Cheng said in a faint tone, everything in the past was played back one by one in his mind. No one knew how this teenager had been through the past ten years, and no one knew how much he had carried on his thin shoulders.

"Actually, I don't know how good I am. Maybe God saw that I was trying so hard to survive, and he felt sorry for Yuanyuan, so he let me go."

Yang Qingyu fell silent. She knew how hard Wang Cheng was and how hard he worked alone, so she tried to help him before. Although it was useless, Wang Cheng was really fine now. She was very happy. However, she was a person who was not good at expressing and could not see anything on the surface.

Looking at Wang Cheng's body, which was always upright and upright, his heart was slightly shaken.

"It's great that Yuanyuan has a brother like you."

Yang Qingyu said this.

She also has an older brother named Yang Wuji, but she works in another place and rarely comes back. She rarely sees her once a year. She also goes to school outside and only comes back during the winter and summer vacations, so there is no relationship between the brother and sister.

Wang Cheng smiled and did not mention the heavy topics, but passed: "Sister Qingyu, what are you doing with Mr. Yang?"

Speaking of this, Yang Qingyu smiled bitterly again, looked at the two old men who were still quarreling, and whispered: "Today, the European Cross Cult was defeated by Qingyang in Zangding Temple, and all the things that spread were spread. My grandfather was not convinced and asked me to compete with Qingyang."

Speaking of this grandfather, Yang Qingyu was helpless, but also happy.

Mr. Yang is very good to Yang Qingyu, very, very good, but Yang Qingyu has demonstrated his superman talent for martial arts since he was a child. He is extremely smart and has extraordinary understanding. Therefore, Mr. Yang started to teach Yang Qingyu to learn martial arts and practice boxing since he was five or six years old. Now he is nineteen years old. In the Jiangzhou martial arts world, he is the best master of the younger generation. The only one who can compare with him is Liu Yaoyang from Liuhe Boxing Gym, but Liu Yaoyang is already twenty-six or seven or eight years older than Yang Qingyu.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that Yang Qingyu is the number one young master in the martial arts world in Jiangzhou. Mr. Yang is very proud of this, very proud of it. He will talk about this with the people from the Liu family and the people from Zangding Temple. Our Qingyu beat your disciples to the point of being beaten.

At a young age, Yang Qingyu beat up all the junior disciples of Liuhe Boxing Gym and Zangding Temple at the young age. Except for Liu Yaoyang, the others were not her opponents.

When Wang Cheng thought about it, he knew that it must be Mr. Yang who heard that Qingyang was very powerful. After defeating Philip of the Cross Sect, he would bring his genius granddaughter to defeat Qingyang, and then hit Taoist Changhe to prove that his granddaughter was a genius and the number one master of the younger generation.

The old guys are very fighting...

Wang Cheng looked at the old Taoist priest and Mr. Yang.

"Old bull's nose, you are amazing. Go and call your apprentice Qingyang over and gesture with my granddaughter Qingyu, come on!"

Old Yang shouted with blushing face.

Taoist Master Changhe had a dark face. When he talked about his apprentice, he felt uncomfortable. Not to mention that Qingyang had consumed his energy and could not get up on the bed. Even if he could get up, he would be embarrassing when he came. He was definitely not the opponent of this little girl from the Yang family.

"Hmph, Qingyang was injured in a fight with the foreign devils today. You are here to gestulate today, right? OK, Qingyu little girl, just gesturing with Xiao Cheng. Xiao Cheng is now half of my apprentice, let's see who you are good."

When Taoist Priest Changhe saw Wang Cheng's face relaxed and he looked like he was not attentive to him, he immediately pointed at the boy and shouted.

Wang Cheng suddenly had a bitter face: "Master Taoist, you can't cheat me. I am definitely not a match for Sister Qingyu. You know it in your heart."

"you!"

The old Taoist priest pointed at Wang Cheng's fingers and shook, letting them down helplessly, and said with a grudge: "You are a loser."

Mr. Yang was happy and laughed and said, "Hahaha, old Taoist priest, just admit defeat. Our Qingyu is better than all your apprentices. You must not refuse to admit this, right?"

The old Taoist priest snorted: "When Qingshi and the others are back, Qingyu girl is no match."

"Go, Qingshi and the others are not young people anymore. They have the ability to compete with our second child."

Mr. Yang said contemptuously.

Qingshi was the first batch of disciples collected by the old Taoist priests, and the most powerful one. However, now he is not in the Taoist temple. The second son of the Yang family is Mr. Yang's second son, and the most powerful disciple of the second generation of the Yang family. Qingshi was not Yang's second opponent back then.

These two old men have been fighting for almost a lifetime. Anyway, many things are not clear, but they have suffered their younger generations. They have been tinkering with each other, and they have been tinkering with each other and have no choice but to avoid them and have fun and leisure.

Yang Qingyu kept standing aside and didn't say anything. Obviously, she was reluctant to come to Zang Dingguan to show off her fists and feet.

Wang Cheng said helplessly: "Old Yang, Taoist Master, why don't you two compete, Sister Qingyu and I will open our eyes."

The two old guys looked at each other and were silent.

Yang Qingyu winked at Wang Cheng and shook his head slightly. Wang Cheng knew that he had said something he shouldn't have said, so he immediately shut up and stopped talking.

"Okay, you two little guys sit down. Every time you see this old guy, you will get angry with me. He is just jealous of me living longer than him and wants to piss me off to death."

The old Taoist priest calmed down and waved his hand to signal Wang Cheng and Yang Qingyu to sit down.

Mr. Yang also took a sip of tea, stopped arguing, and said, "Qingyu, sit down."

Yang Qingyu sat down, Wang Cheng also sat down, and there was an Eight Immortals table, just sitting alone.

"Isn't it as simple as the cross religion coming to China?"

Old Yang said.

The old Taoist priest frowned: "I don't know, I don't care about these things anymore. I heard that they went to Shaolin first and wanted to go to Wudang Emei. The purpose is definitely not simple, but they can't make waves in my land of China."

Old Yang nodded and sighed: "I don't know what those guys have done over the years. Alas, each generation is worse than the next."

The old Taoist priest didn't speak, just drank tea.

"Xiao Cheng really joined the old Taoist priest's disciple?"

Mr. Yang suddenly looked at Wang Cheng and asked.

The old Taoist snorted coldly and glared at Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang didn't care, but just looked at Wang Cheng, with an interest in his eyes. He had seen Wang Cheng twice, but he knew that this young man had a very good understanding and a very calm personality. He was even more rare than his granddaughter. If he could join his disciples, he would be a sectarian.

"The Taoist priest loves him very much, but he is plagued by mundane things, so he refuses. However, he is grateful for the Taoist priest's guidance."

Wang Cheng said carefully, in front of these two old men, he had to be careful. If they were caught by the wrong words, they would probably not be able to live in peace in the future.

Mr. Yang smiled and said, "That's just that I haven't become a disciple. That's all right. Now you join me and I will beg you Qingyu in the future. Anyway, your father doesn't want you anymore. You can marry into my Yang family. Wuji doesn't have any home. In the future, the Yang family's property will belong to you. How about it? It's definitely better than the old Taoist priest's broken Taoist temple. Although this place is not small, it's all cultural relics, but each of them belongs to the country and cannot move. This kind of opportunity is unlikely to be encountered once in your life."

The old Taoist priest was immediately angry and groaned in a deep voice: "Old guy, you are so shameless. You actually used your granddaughter to seduce my apprentice."

"It's not your apprentice. Xiao Cheng and my granddaughter are a beautiful and beautiful woman. They are a pair made of heaven and earth. You see, my granddaughter has not opposed it."

Mr. Yang reminded him, which made the old Taoist morale even more impressive.

Yang Qingyu couldn't help it and immediately kicked Mr. Yang under the table. His face, which had always been calm and steady, turned slightly red. His eyes were low and he didn't dare to look at people. He whispered: "Grandpa, can you stop talking nonsense?"

Wang Cheng also smiled bitterly: "Old Yang, don't scare me."

Mr. Yang turned around and stared at Wang Cheng: "Why, you kid don't look down on my granddaughter?"

"grandfather!"

Yang Qingyu shouted softly again.

Wang Cheng looked helpless. These two old men were more and more difficult to deal with: "Old Yang, it's not that I look down on Sister Qingyu, but that I'm not worthy of Sister Qingyu. If you please let me go, don't miss Sister Qingyu."

"Hmph, kid, I don't know what kind of devil I'm obsessed with today, so I said this to you, but I didn't regret it after saying it. You have thought about it, just this opportunity, but you missed it, but there is no more. You kid is really not worthy of my granddaughter. You know that you know yourself. If you ask for a visit in the future, even if Qingyu agrees, I won't agree."

Old Yang snorted coldly and said to Wang Cheng.

The old Taoist priest and Yang Qingyu were both stunned for a moment because they both knew that the old man of the Yang family had come. The old Taoist priest was puzzled. He didn't know what crazy he had done, and actually sent his precious granddaughter away. Yang Qingyu felt aggrieved and disgusted, and his grandfather actually decided on his life with just a word.

As for the person involved, Wang Cheng, who is Alexander, he is also confused. Has he recovered from illness? Is it that he is in good health? Time comes and good things come and good things come in a hurry?
Chapter completed!