Son of Heaven

Chapter 150 Three: The Sword Festival

An hour later, Liang Chen was already standing in front of the Yu Mansion, staring up at the two big characters with vicissitudes and respect. The words "Yu Mansion" standing here represent authority and power.Although he is not that keen on power, even if he pursues it, it is only to realize the wish he has had since he was ten years old, but the more he walks in this society, no matter what, he has to admit that there are many Things must be accomplished through the combination of power and money, which is also a necessary means.

After a long silence, he slowly raised his hand and knocked on the old copper ring on the door.

"Dangdangdang..." The copper ring rang three times, and then the door opened, and the old man who guarded the gate still had his arms folded as usual, with that half-dead expression forever on his face.

"Hello third uncle." Liang Chen greeted politely. [

"Well, come in, the Patriarch is waiting for you." Sanbo lazily stepped aside, let Liang Chen in, and then closed the door.

The door, which weighed at least a hundred and ten catties, seemed to be as light as nothing in his hands. Even if there was a door hinge, it would be very difficult for a strong man to move it. Ordinary old people don't have such a pair of bones.

Liang Chen glanced at him briefly, didn't say anything, just smiled, and continued to walk in.

Walking through the flower gallery path, Liang Chen has already arrived at the middle hall. Surprisingly, Uncle Yu didn't drink tea in the middle hall today, but was wearing a white silk suit and doing a set of boxing in the woods next to him. It is healthy.

However, what he does is not the kind of Taijiquan that is only suitable for the elderly, but a set of Baguazhang, with flexible steps, body shape and intentional walking, accompanied by white silk clothes snapping in the air when exerting force, very imposing , and at the same time quite a feeling of floating away from the dust.

Liang Chen didn't bother him, but just stood aside and watched quietly, watching him finish this set of palm techniques.

At this moment, Yu Zhanyuan finished closing his momentum, settled down for a while, adjusted his breathing, turned his head and looked at Liang Chen, with a friendly smile on his face, "Come on, Xiao Chenzi, let's see how well I can hit with this set of palms." how is everything?"

"Hehe, it floats like running water, sinks like an abyss, there are needles hidden in the cotton, and steel in the softness. Your palm technique is not only beautiful, but also practical." Liang Chen walked over and commented with a smile.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to know Baguazhang so well. Well, I forgot, you are also a kung fu master. Alas, I'm getting old, and this set of palms can't match the aura of the past." Yu Zhanyuan said with a smile, But then he shook his head again, with emotion in his eyes showing the fading sun.

"Although Jiang Gui is old, you are full of spicy, you should be strong when you are old." Liang Chen said with a chuckle.

"Yo, I can't tell. When did you learn to flatter? I thought you were always so domineering and refusing to give in." Yu Zhanyuan glanced at him, with a playful expression in his eyes, and smiled. Ha ha authentic.

"It's just the truth. If you insist on taking this as flattery, I have no objection." Liang Chen shrugged his shoulders and said with a faint smile.

"Come on, I just praised you, and you are here again. Does it make you feel uncomfortable to admit that slapping my old man's ass?" Yu Zhanyuan shook his head and laughed, but he was more and more appreciative of Liang Chen's neither humble nor overbearing out of character.