"I would like to ask how you are dealing with the ghost demon? When I went in, the ghost was not at home." Chen Qingyan said.
"You can't come back if you're at home. You two are so audacious." Hou Changkong became angry when he heard this.
"That world is not a place that a living person should go to. Deng Ting was seriously injured in order to kill the ghost-backed demon. On the way back with her, she encountered a powerful spider monster. The ghost lamp was almost extinguished and she almost died. I was able to escape, but fortunately the monster had been injured before and didn't get too entangled, so Deng Ting came back alive."
Hou Changkong warned: "If you don't want to die, don't go in again. You are lucky this time, but luck will not always favor you."
After saying that, Hou Changkong turned and left.
But as soon as he lifted his steps, his clothes were pulled again.
"If you have anything else, let's talk about it together." Hou Changkong's eyes were spitting fire.
Chen Qingyan asked with some embarrassment, "Brother Monkey, I don't think Polangquan is very powerful. Can you introduce me to a few more martial arts schools where I can learn powerful kung fu, or some other abilities?"
"Don't call me Brother Monkey." Hou Changkong glared at him, thinking that this kid was always causing trouble for him, and said impatiently:
"You haven't even learned the Po-Lang Quan, so why are you so greedy?"
Chen Qingyan would never tell the truth about his own strength. Xiaoyuan believed what he said, but others might not.
"I don't want to either. The Polang Martial Arts School is like this now, how can I still learn?"
Hou Changkong suddenly understood, and thought to himself that Cang Qing was in such a bad state now that she probably wasn't in the mood to care about juniors like Chen Qingyan.
Thinking of this, Hou Changkong pondered. He looked Chen Qingyan up and down, "Having been strong for more than ten days, your martial arts talent should be pretty good."
Chen Qingyan nodded quickly and emphasized: "Talent is acceptable, it's all the result of hard work."
Hou Changkong pursed his lips and began to think.
"You are now a member of the Foreign Affairs Bureau. With our channels, you have two choices: 1. I will tell the team leader Mo Jingchun about your meritorious service and ask him to recommend it in the name of the Foreign Affairs Bureau. You go to Qingfeng Dojo and give it a try. Second, if you are not afraid of death, you can enter the Bronze Gate now. If you are lucky, you can become a grandmaster like your ancestor."
Hou Changkong seriously gave two choices.
"Bronze door?"
Chen Qingyan's heart moved.
"Well, the Bronze Gate. Each group in the Foreign Affairs Bureau has a quota every year. If you belong to our group, you are eligible to sign up. No one in our group has entered for three years, and no one wants to go." Hou Changkong explained.
"Why don't you want to go?" Chen Qingyan asked.
Hou Changkong glanced at him helplessly, "Do you think the world behind the Bronze Door is safe? Let me tell you, 90% of the world behind the Bronze Door is a dangerous world. Many people just entered and missed the opportunity. He was involved in an abnormal incident for no reason, and died in an unknown manner.”
Hou Changkong seemed to have thought of something and suddenly lowered his voice, "Let me tell you something. Don't tell anyone. Your master, Hou Hua, originally wanted to join the Foreign Affairs Bureau. Everyone knows that he went to the Bronze Gate. , in order to stop him, Cang Qing had no choice but to join the Foreign Affairs Bureau. Alas, it’s a pity that he died in the end. "
Chen Qingyan was speechless, because that was really the truth.
"Where is Qingfeng Dojo?" he asked.
Hou Changkong took out his cell phone and replied with a message.
"Qingfeng Dojo is the leading martial arts holy place in Shenhai City. It is barely ranked among the top fifty in the country. Here you can learn all kinds of powerful weapons, fists and kicks. With your talent, you may have the opportunity to learn internal skills. . But don’t be too happy too early, the tuition at Qingfeng Dojo is very expensive, extremely expensive.”
Internal strength?
Chen Qingyan raised his eyebrows and heard a word that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"How expensive?" he asked.
Hou Changkong smiled, "One million for a semester, three months for a semester. Some foreign affairs bureaus recommend a 30% discount, but it still costs 700,000. Let me tell you, ordinary people can't get in even if they have money. Go, because the number of places is limited. Oh, now you know the benefits of joining the Foreign Affairs Bureau."
"In principle, the Bureau of Foreign Affairs encourages investigators to pursue further studies." Hou Changkong said, "If you are a formal investigator, you will receive a further study allowance of 500,000 yuan per year."
He sighed and said, "But if you become a formal investigator, you won't have so much time to study. The world is not peaceful now, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have come out."
Chen Qingyan nodded with deep sympathy.
"You can call me when you think about it." Hou Changkong was about to leave, but suddenly looked at him intently and asked, "Do you have anything else?"
"No more." Chen Qingyan said.
"Really gone?" Hou Changkong confirmed.
"It's really gone." Chen Qingyan turned around and slammed the door.
...
Chen Qingyan went shopping with Xiaoyuan. When passing by the school, he stopped and looked at the milk tea shop that was about to be renovated.
Wu Shiju was smoking in the room. He accidentally looked up and saw his boss, and immediately ran out, "Boss, when did you come back?"
"A few days ago." Chen Qingyan replied.
Asked: "When will the store be ready?"
"Zha Zhengkui said it's soon." Wu Shiju replied.
Chen Qingyan glanced at Wu Shiju and said, "You all practice boxing, right?"
Wu Shiju said with a guilty conscience: "We have practiced, but we haven't practiced very well with your video teaching, boss."
"Come to my house tonight and I will teach you in person." Chen Qingyan knocked on Wu Shiju's head. "Don't be lazy. If you learn this skill, you can fight ten of them. In the future, the company will need you to watch the scene. I don't want waste. You want to follow me. You have to practice your boxing well.”
The people in the Fengqing Gang were originally unemployed vagrants who drank and fought, and most of them were kicked out by their families. Now Chen Qingyan has taken over the Fengqing Gang and prevents them from doing evil things, and also pays them a fixed salary every month. Finally getting their lives back on track.
Because some dirty and dark gray income was eliminated, the Fengqing Gang lost many sources of income, but people were free because of this, but they couldn't live in vain, so they taught some fighting routines they had summarized and let them practice to increase actual combat capabilities.
In addition, after a while, Chen Qingyan will select a few reliable and talented people to teach the Wave Breaking Fist.
Now that Polang Martial Arts School is gone, senior brothers and sisters are missing and dead. The only restraint is Uncle Cangqing who doesn't know what the situation is. With his current strength, he can pass the message whenever he wants without worrying too much. If Cang Qing comes to the door later, at worst there will be a fight, and whoever wins will have the final say. Anyway, the rules of the martial arts school don't say that you can't teach privately.
If this incident ends, if necessary, he will reopen the Pilang Martial Arts School, which can be regarded as fulfilling his master's 'legacy'. Of course, if Cang Qing, Wan Que, and Fang Chunzhen choose to open it themselves, he has no objection.
"Boss, Zha Zhengkui went to Shenhai City and can't go to your place." Wu Shiju whispered.
"I know, I asked him to go." Chen Qingyan said.
"What is he going to do?" Wu Shiju has always been at odds with Zha Zhengkui.
"Stop asking."
Chen Qingyan knocked on Wu Shiju again.
Xiaoyuan watched from the side as Chen Qingyan communicated with his subordinates, without any intention of interrupting.
She knew before the college entrance examination that Chen Qingyan had conquered a small gang. She was neither worried nor happy about it. She didn't care about things other than Chen Qingyan.
The weather was sunny today, the sun was obscured by clouds, and the cool wind blew through the woods in the park, messing up the boy's clothes and blowing the girl's hair away.
Chen Qingyan opened his arms, as if embracing the wind, and asked:
"Xiaoyuan, have you decided which university to go to?"
Xiaoyuan pressed her hair with her hands, lowered her head subconsciously, and walked in small steps, as if delaying her return.
"I want... to go to a university where you are."
"What if I fail the exam?" Chen Qingyan smiled and turned his head.
"If you don't pass the exam, I won't study either."
The girl's ears exposed from the gap in her hair gradually turned red.
Chen Qingyan suddenly stopped,
reach out your hand,
He grabbed her.
