Campus belle's cultivation master

"Hello, go and say hello to master he." Zhang Hao put his hand on Lin Yu's arm and shook it hard. "Aren't you scared?"

"Leave me alone."

Lin Yu frowned a little impatiently, raised his eyelids and took a glance. He still sat there as if he were an old monk.

The world of the cultivator, regardless of age, is full of respect for the strong. He doesn't have to pay homage to a top strength expert.

He Jiuxiang looked at the ordinary boy and hummed coldly.

"I'm young, but I'm so proud. I can't teach you..."

Wu Gang hastened to make a round from the side: "the owner of the museum, Lin Yu is this kind of character. It seems that he is not very good at communicating with people."

"Well, I'm not the same person." He Jiuxiang turned around and said with a smile, "young master Tang, today's competition is very important. Please take care of it."

Tang Cheng leaned back slightly: "uncle he, don't worry, even without your old trust, I will try my best to defeat akimu Saburo and rectify the name of Chinese traditional art!"

Wu Gang's face changed greatly. He lowered his voice and said, "master of the museum, didn't we agree in advance to let Lin Yu meet the young master of qiumu family?"

"At that time, I didn't know that master Tang was going to return to China, so I asked you to select a person who was barely able to make do from the school. Don't lose too much." He Jiuxiang straightened up and said, "Xiao Wu, this competition is not only about personal honor and disgrace, but also about the name of Chinese national art. I don't think you want to lose the competition, do you?"

"Of course I want to win." Wu Gang's voice was low, "but... I have promised Lin Yu..."

He Jiuxiang glanced at Lin Yu with indifference, and his cheek showed a hint of contempt: "this boy is thin, and his skeleton is thin and short. He is not the material for martial arts training. Do you still expect him to cultivate his inner strength to meet akimu Saburo?"

"At that time, he will lose face in a small way, but he will lose face in Zhuque high school and even the whole China."

"This..."

Wu Gang hesitated. To be fair, he also felt that if Lin Yu played akimu Saburo, the probability of winning was not big.

He Jiuxiang continued: "you still don't know. Master Tang is already a master of inner strength."

"Ah?" Wu Gang suddenly widened his eyes and stared at Tang Cheng in disbelief, "are you kidding?"

Tang Cheng grins: "this kind of thing how good joke, I in a year ago to repair the strength."

"Mr. Tang is really lucky to have raised a real dragon." He Jiuxiang sighed with admiration, "I've been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I'm diligent. I didn't touch the edge of inner strength until I was 30 years old."

"Xiao Wu, do you understand now? If you want to defeat akimu Saburo and rectify the name of Chinese traditional art, you have to do it by master Tang. "

Wu Gang nodded: "I understand."

He turned back and went to Lin Yu, a little embarrassed to open his mouth.

"That..."

"You don't have to say much." Lin Yu's eyes were slightly astringent. "More is better than less. I'm so happy."

Wu Gang nodded his head, and it was not easy to say more.

Suddenly, the Martial Arts Museum once again set off a wave of heat, the boys have stood up from their seats, eyes have become fiery and fiery looking to the door.

"Here comes Xue Xuehua!"

With this excited voice falling, the crowd at the door automatically divided to both sides. Xue Yuwei hesitated and walked into the venue, followed by her best friend Fang Yingying.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted almost everyone's eyes.

No matter male or female, they are all staring at her without blinking, as if their hearts are beating with her steps.

"I shouldn't have come to such a place." Facing the dense line of sight, Xue Yuwei frowned a little irritably, "Yingying, we'd better go back."

"What? Is Xue Xiaohua shy? Go, go Fang Yingying put a hand on her smooth back and pushed the other side forward. "I'll tell you, master Tang is back today. I'm waiting to see you."

"I have nothing to do with him."

"It's a pity that the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is merciless." Fang Yingying pretended to shake her head, "at least you two are also famous Golden Boys and girls in our school. Today, master Tang is going to meet akimu Saburo of the Dongyi tour group, so give him some encouragement."

Xue Yuwei at the foot suddenly a meal, Mou Guang Zheng Zheng Zheng of hope to somewhere.

"He's here, too?"

"Ah? What? " Fang Yingying followed her line of sight and happened to see Tang city. She quickly waved, "master Tang! I can help you catch Xue Xiaohua

Voice did not fall, Xue Yuwei is already gently pursed a small mouth, quickly toward that direction.

Tang Cheng turned around and looked at it. He was very happy.

"Yuwei!" He was smiling and trotting up.

This is the meeting of an old friend after a long separation. Both teachers and students in the martial arts museum, looking at the golden couple of Zhuque high school, feel that they are a perfect match. They are a perfect match.

Although the young boys and girls, even their eyes are red with envy, they also hope that the two of them will embrace tightly in the presence of thousands of people in the martial arts museum to celebrate the reunion after a long separation.

"Time can change everything."

Tang Cheng thought so in his heart, and his eyes could not help being moist.

When he left Huacheng, Xue Yuwei still ignored him. I didn't expect that two years later, the girl not only became more and more beautiful, but also changed her attitude to herself.

That bright eyes, as if containing two Wang spring water, in anxiety and anger, but also contains tenderness

"Is she blaming me for being away too long?"

"Don't worry, I will never leave you when I come back this time."

Tang Cheng is two or three meters away from Xue Yuwei. He opens his arms and puts on a posture that he thinks is incomparably natural and handsome. He takes the initiative to wait for the beauty to throw herself in his arms.

Then, he was stupid until he was stiff and didn't wait for the right person.

"Cut, still keep saying don't care, now isn't..." Fang Yingying didn't angry Du Du small mouth, eyes four next sweep, suddenly stopped on a expressionless cheek.

She was not unfamiliar with that face at all. In private, she even called it "coffin" or "dead man's face".

"Lin... Lin Yu?" Fang Yingying takes a look at Xue Yuwei, who is walking in a straight line. She also takes a look at Tang City, which is coming from another direction. She is smiling with open arms. Her pink face turns green in an instant.

"Master Tang... This man has lost a lot of money..."

"Yuwei is running for that poor boy..."