While wiping the magic weapon, Mr. Zhong said eloquently, "This dragon-patterned gun was the dowry I brought when I married your father."
"It's a pity that your father doesn't like to use guns, only horses. Your eldest brother can't use this gun, so it has been sitting here in the study to gather dust."
"I heard that Uncle Zhang's night angel is good at marksmanship. If you use this gun as a apprenticeship ceremony, it will not diminish the prestige of my Wang family."
Wang Zhi was happy at first when he heard this, and then frowned and said, "Auntie, this is your dowry. Is it appropriate to give it away like this?"
"There's nothing inappropriate."
Zhong scolded lightly and said seriously: "Remember, once you are a teacher, you will always be a father. Your biological father gave you life, and the master taught you the skills to survive. Once you become a master, this master will be your second child." As a father, you should treat him with filial piety like a father."
Wang Zhizhen nodded, "Yeah, Mom, I understand."
"Well, take it."
Zhong handed over the dragon-patterned gun and then ordered: "Remember to prepare the 'Six Rites of Repair' on the way. Zhang Shuye is a scholar after all, so etiquette must not be sloppy."
"Yeah, I know."
Wang Zhi took the dragon pattern gun, said goodbye to his mother, and went out of the study to play a few games, feeling very happy.
Two children were passing by and playing around, so they pulled out the peony flower on Wang Hang's head and inserted it into his own head, causing the little guy to cry loudly.
Wang Zhi ignored him and left the backyard with a swagger, carrying a spear.
As he walked, he sang: "Looking up to the sky and laughing, go and become a disciple. How can I be a Penghao person?"
During the Song Dynasty, it was a fashion for men to wear hairpins on their heads. This trend has been around since the Tang Dynasty, which symbolizes the high school for exploring flowers. It was at its peak during the Song Dynasty when literary style was advocated. Even at major festivals, the emperor would reward flowers, whether it was ministers or rituals. Wearing flowers has to be worn by all men. So far, men wearing flowers has been promoted from a common custom to a national etiquette.
Wang Zhi is going to study with a teacher today, so how can he not dress up and wear hairpins to show respect.
After leaving the palace gate, the two brothers Wang Fu and Wang Gui were already following behind.
After picking and choosing along the way, before long, the two brothers were holding a lot of things in their arms and hanging on their waists.
Wang Erlang, who was leading the way, had a face like a crown of jade, eyes like shooting stars, gorgeous robes, and a peony on his head. He was really dazzling among the crowd of people wearing rough clothes, attracting young girls and young wives to look at them shyly and blush.
Unfortunately, the biltong in his hand completely ruined this beauty.
This pork strip is one of the "six rites" mentioned by Zhong, which represents the disciple's sincerity. In addition, Wang Fu also has five kinds of celery, dried longan, lotus seeds, red dates, and red beans in his arms, each with its own Significant.
As for Wang Gui, he was holding a box of jewelry in his arms, and a dragon-patterned gun wrapped in a cloth was tied behind his back.
Not long after, the three of them arrived at the Taolin Lane outside Baokang Gate that Zhao Dexian had mentioned. After asking the old man at the entrance, they came directly to the door of an ordinary house.
“Tuk tuk tuk”
Wang Zhi clasped his fingers in a ring and knocked on the door three times.
After a while, he heard footsteps approaching from the door. Wang Zhi took two steps back, cleared his throat, and straightened his clothes.
With a creaking sound, the door was opened from the inside, and a young boy with a tiger-like head and a thick head appeared. He was not a bit smaller than Wang Zhi, and even slightly larger than Wang Zhi.
"Who are you looking for?" The tiger-headed boy's voice was rough, with doubts in his eyes.
"Excuse me, is this the residence of Zhang Shuye and Zhang Zhizhou?" Wang Zhi tried his best to make his voice more approachable.
"Yes, do you have anything to do with my father?" The tiger-headed boy replied in a daze, without any precautions.
When Wang Zhi heard that he was Zhang Tianshen's son, he immediately stepped forward and hugged the tiger-headed boy's shoulders affectionately: "Oh, it turns out he is the beloved son of the master. We are a family. Your father is my master, so you are my junior brother. ah."
"Has my father accepted a disciple?" The tiger-headed boy was a little confused.
"Your father confiscated it before, why won't he take it away soon?"
Wang Zhi didn't give him a chance to react. He hugged him directly and entered the hospital. He asked again, "How old is junior brother this year?"
"I am eighteen this year."
Wang Zhi was stunned. He was older than himself, so what was going on with this 'junior brother'...
Wang Zhi was extremely reluctant to call this Tie Hanhan, who obviously lacked half a brain, his "senior brother" in the future. Whether in Juxian Hall or Taixue, among the young people of similar age, he, Wang Da Pretty boys are all big, so if you can learn from a teacher, just let yourself be small.
Except for being a step too late when he was reincarnated, and being one step ahead of Wang Xun, there is no one who can be called "brother" by Wang Zhi, except of course Zhao Huan, who is the prince, can he compare?
"Has Junior Brother ever gotten married?" Wang Zhi asked again after thinking about it for a while.
The tiger-headed boy scratched his head in embarrassment and replied gruffly: "No."
"That's a good feeling."
Wang Zhi patted his shoulder and said: "I have a sister who is uh... slightly younger than you this year. She is about to get married. I think my junior brother looks rich and noble, and has the aura of a general. She would like to get married with my family. Kiss, kiss, kiss."
"Really?" The tiger-headed boy was a little surprised when he heard this and held Wang Zhi's hand fiercely.
Although he is considered to be from a well-known family, he is a bit simple and honest and is not liked by girls. Moreover, he has been having many twists and turns with his father over the years and has not completely settled down. In addition, his biological mother died of illness and there is no one to worry about his marriage, so he is also He just kept putting it off. He was just a little naive, but not stupid. He knew that his marriage was a problem. How could he not be happy now that someone was coming to send his girl to his door?
Wang Zhi was also a little surprised, not because he could completely control this kid's IQ, but because his hand actually hurt when he held it, which really made Wang Zhi a little happy.
Zhang Tianshen's son is indeed the seed of a god. If he hadn't had business to do today, he would definitely have a fight with this kid.
Thinking of business, Wang Zhi said casually: "Of course it is true. Why did my uncle ever deceive you?"
The tiger-headed boy tilted his head and thought about it. He was indeed not deceived, and he felt even happier.
Seeing that the temperature was just right, Wang Zhi went straight to the point and said, "Well, brother-in-law, where are the master and his family, are they at home?"
"Oh, yes, dad is in the study. I'll call him. Brother, wait a moment."
The tiger-headed boy was about to run into the house as he spoke, but he met a boy who was slightly thinner than him and stopped him, "Brother, why do you bring everyone home? Our father just came to Bianjing the day before yesterday, why did he come to Bianjing?" Have you ever taken on a disciple?"
Wang Zhi looked at the young man and frowned slightly. This was a shrewd one. Since he called him eldest brother, the 'brother-in-law' just now should be Zhang Tianshen's eldest son Zhang Bofen, and this is the second son Zhang Zhongxiong.
Before Wang Zhi could speak, he heard his newly recognized 'brother-in-law' Zhang Bofen explain for him: "Oh, second brother, our father confiscated it before, and he will accept it soon. We are all a family, don't let anyone see outside."
Wang Zhi "..."
Zhang Zhongxiong obviously knew that his brother's brain circuit was different from ordinary people, so he ignored him. Instead, he turned directly to Wang Zhi and asked: "Which son are you from? What do you want to do by pretending to be my father's apprentice?"
Since the person didn't give him a good look, Wang Zhi would not be hot-tempered but cold-hearted, so he picked up the pork strips in his hand and said calmly: "Brother, I am not pretending to be your father's disciple, but I am sincerely here to become my disciple. Please invite me, brother." A common talent leads to an individual."
Zhang Zhongxiong looked at the meat sticks in Wang Zhi's hands and the gifts in the hands of the two attendants behind him, and his cold face relaxed a little. Before he could say anything, he heard the sound of the door opening behind him. He turned around and saw that it was a middle-aged man. He led a beautiful woman out of it.
Zhang Shuye stood on the steps in front of the door, calmly looking at the sturdy young man holding the meat strips in front of him, and said coldly: "You kid, you think you didn't eat enough sticks yesterday, so you're here to ask for a beating today?"
"Master misunderstood..."
Before Wang Zhi finished speaking, Zhang Shuye stopped him and said, "Shut up, I'm not your teacher. Don't scream nonsense, don't ruin the reputation of a certain family."
With these words, I think I heard the comments about Wang Zhi from the onlookers around me yesterday, and then I think that this dude is still taking advantage of his wife in public, and if he does it again today, he may have some bad intentions. Then his anger arose again, "I see that you are still young. If I don't want to pursue yesterday's matter with you, you should leave quickly. If you come back to bother me, don't blame a certain family for bullying the younger ones."
Wang Zhi has been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child. Wherever he goes, he is surrounded by stars. He has never been treated like this. Fortunately, today he dressed up carefully and even stole his mother's beloved peonies, and even took her mother's. When the dowry dragon-marked gun came to be his apprentice, he never expected to be so humiliated. He got angry on the spot and threw the stick of meat in his hand into the courtyard. He pointed at Zhang Shuye and yelled, "You old thief, you are the master today." If you are given, you have to pray, and if you are not, you have to pray!"
Uncle Zhang sneered angrily at night, but before he could say anything, the second son Zhang Zhongxiong shouted angrily, "You thief, you dare to insult my father, you will be beaten!"
After saying that, he raised his fist and rushed towards Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhi was worried and venting his anger, but he couldn't control his anger when he encountered this guy who was gunning for him. He jumped out and beat Zhang Zhongxiong together.
"Second brother! Brother-in-law! Alas!" The eldest son, Zhang Bofen, was in a dilemma and was jumping anxiously.
The two brothers Wang Fu and Wang Gui looked a little angry from behind, but they did not help. As long as Zhang Shuye did not take action, they were not worried about how a mere boy could be the opponent of Erlang.
The reality was exactly as they expected. Although Zhang Zhongxiong had some martial arts and was considered outstanding among his peers, he was still not enough in front of Wang Erlang, who was extremely talented and took medicinal baths every day.
Wang Erlang was evenly matched with his father with his bare hands. How could he be Wang Zhi's opponent? After just a few moves, Wang Erlang knocked him to the ground and received several heavy punches.
"Stop it."
Zhang Shuye's voice sounded in front of him. He didn't stop the two sons from fighting. He thought it would be good to let his second son, who was always unruly, suffer, but since he had already suffered, he naturally couldn't. Watching his son being maimed and injured in front of him.
Wang Zhi did not take action after hearing Zhang Shuye's words. He stood up and looked proudly at the man who looked like a god in front of him.
Zhang Zhongxiong raised his chest and stood up. He wanted to step forward again, but was hugged tightly by his elder brother Zhang Bofen.
In this extremely cold scene, Zhang Shuye slowly walked off the stage.
