Chapter 135: End of Friendship
"Hmph!" Zuo Le slapped his palm on the chair and flew into the air. In the air, he put his five fingers together like a knife and chopped towards Lei Yu's head.
Lei Yu sneered upon seeing this, and swung his iron fist straight towards Zuo Le's palm knife that was chopping down.
The wind from the fists whistled and even the air began to fluctuate.
Wei Feiju and others sneered when they saw this, Qin Ziling and Zheng Xinghan also sneered.
However, Qu Chenlong, Lu Taiqiang, Shen Xiujing, Yu Yan and other disciples from the inner courtyard of the Hantie Academy who were accompanying them all suddenly changed their expressions.
Young and strong people are better at fighting. Lei Yu is only in his early thirties, with a sturdy build and strong muscles. One can tell at first glance that he is a man of great energy, brave and strong. If Zuo Le were ten years younger, he might be able to fight with him, but now he is probably bringing shame upon himself.
Just as the fists and palms were about to collide, Zuo Le's palm knife suddenly burst out with a little light, just like a real knife reflecting the cold metallic light in the sun.
Lei Yu's face suddenly changed, and Wei Feiju and others also changed their faces suddenly and stood up suddenly.
But it was too late.
"Bang!" A dull sound suddenly rang out in the hall.
The air fluctuated violently.
Lei Yu seemed to be hit by an extremely terrifying force. He took several steps back until he bumped into a thick pillar and stopped.
His iron fist trembled slightly, the skin and flesh on it were torn, and a little bit of blood dripped down. It was surprisingly that the blade light transformed by Zuo Le's strong force broke through the iron skin and injured the muscles.
Zuo Le's body floated gently in the air, and he stood with his hands behind his back. He slowly glanced at Wei Feiju and the others, and said in a cold voice: "Who else wants to weigh my ability? I will accompany you to the end!"
Wei Feiju and the others moved their Adam's apples with difficulty, and their faces turned ugly.
They never dreamed that Zuo Le, who they thought could be easily controlled by them, was actually a Hua Jin martial artist!
"Hehe, Brother Zuo, congratulations, congratulations! Lei Yu was just joking just now, Brother Zuo, please don't take it seriously." Wei Feiju's face changed several times, and he stepped forward and said with a smile.
"Really?" Zuo Le raised his lips in a sarcastic sneer.
"It's absolutely true, it's absolutely true!" Wei Feiju continued to apologize with a smile.
"So what you said just now about the 1,500 taels was just a joke?" Zuo Le sneered.
"That's right, that's right." Wei Feiju nodded repeatedly, then showed a bitter smile and said, "But, Brother Zuo, the price you just quoted is too high. We really can't afford it!"
"Haha, Feiju, after so many years of friendship, how could I possibly treat you and Ma Chuan unfairly when it comes to the price? Seven thousand taels, half of an exotic beast, and a pair of breeding beasts, this is already a friendly price, there is no way I can lower it any further." Zuo Le said with a smile, responding with what Wei Feiju had said at the beginning.
Upon seeing this, Qu Chenlong, Lu Taiqiang and others clenched their fists, puffed out their chests, and looked excited.
Just now the other party was so arrogant and acted as if he had them all in his hands, which made them feel really upset!
“Brother Zuo, don’t go too far! Although you are already a Huajin martial artist, you are not young after all. We have three Yunjin martial artists and one Ningjin martial artist, all of whom are in their prime. If you really force us, you may not be able to get away with it. You might even die here.” Wei Feiju’s face gradually became gloomy, and he said slowly.
"That's right, Zuo Le, I admit that the Hua Jin martial artist is very powerful, but if a real fight comes, do you really think you can beat four alone?" Lei Yu tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, tied up his injured fist, and stared at Zuo Le fiercely.
"Alas , I'm old, and I really can't handle fighting four people alone! Xinghan, why don't you come forward and help your master!" Zuo Le sighed, then turned to Zheng Xinghan and said.
"Yes, Master Zuo!" Zheng Xinghan bowed slightly, and then walked up from behind under the surprised gaze of everyone.
With every step he took, his aura grew stronger. Not only did his energy and blood surge more violently, but a hint of chill emanated from him, causing the temperature in the hall to seem to drop.
Energy!
Lu Taiqiang and others suddenly widened their eyes with shock and disbelief, while Wei Feiju and others changed their expressions again.
"Zheng Xinghan, I didn't expect you to become a martial artist!" Wei Feiju said with an extremely ugly expression.
"Master Zuo is a master of Huajin. If he doesn't have a disciple who is a Jinli martial artist, wouldn't it be a loss of face?" Zheng Xinghan said lightly, looking at Wei Feiju with a look full of disdain and contempt.
This look made Wei Feiju very unhappy.
In the past, Zheng Xinghan was just a junior who had exhausted his potential and had no hope of becoming a martial artist. He was always respectful to him whenever he saw him, but now he looked at him with such disdain!
But Wei Feiju didn't dare to lose his temper!
Zheng Xinghan is ten years younger than him. Even if he is only a Condensation Force martial artist, he is young and strong, with abundant energy. If they really fight with him, it is hard to say who will win!
It can be said that Zheng Xinghan is now fully qualified to be on equal footing with him, and his prospects are even brighter than his.
"Brother Zuo, can't we discuss this further?" Wei Feiju asked in a pleading tone.
"No, and please don't call me brother anymore. We are no longer related!" Zuo Le replied coldly.
"Okay, then let the four of us discuss it." Wei Feiju looked at Zuo Le's cold face, which was not moved at all, and said with bitter regret.
Originally, if Sixian Manor had produced a Huajin martial artist and a Ningjin martial artist, and with the addition of him and Ma Chuan, two Yunjin martial artists, Sixian Manor would immediately become one of the most powerful forces outside West City, and the prospect of rapid development would be promising. But now all this is absolutely impossible.
"Okay." Zuo Le nodded expressionlessly.
After the four of them discussed it, they finally agreed to Zuo Le's conditions reluctantly.
On that day, the Zuo and Qu families, together with their servants and maids, a total of more than 110 people, packed up their personal belongings, loaded 15 donkey carts and horse carts, and left Sixian Manor in a mighty procession and moved into Shuiyue Villa in Anhe Village.
That night, Shuiyue Villa was brightly lit, bustling with people and extremely lively.
Inside the village, in the courtyard of the large house with four entrances and exits where Cao Zhengbin originally lived.
Qin Ziling was giving brain teasers to a little boy with two buns in his hair and two big black eyes rolling around, who looked very clever. He made the boy laugh and shout from time to time.
The boy's name is Zuo Cong, he is eight years old and is Zuo Le's son.
When Zuo Le was young, he devoted himself to the pursuit of martial arts and was unwilling to get married. It was not until he was in his forties, after years of wasting time on martial arts, that he finally gave up and got married at the urging of his parents.
After getting married, Zuo Le’s wife was slow to conceive. It was not until eight years ago, when Zuo Le was approaching 50 years old, that she became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She named him Zuo Cong, hoping that he would be smart and intelligent.
Zuo Cong lived up to his parents' expectations. He was much smarter than other children of the same age since childhood. However, he was weak and sickly. He took a lot of medicines and saw many famous doctors, but there was little improvement.
Now he is eight years old, and looks thin and weak, just like a five or six-year-old child. However, the cleverness in his eyes and his conversation skills are far better than those of children of the same age.
I don't know why, but Zuo Cong and Qin Ziling are particularly compatible. After meeting Qin Ziling on the way to escort him, he has been sticking to him like a follower, and he can't get rid of him.
Lu Taiqiang and other inner court disciples tried their best to please this junior brother, but he acted indifferent.
It is now the evening of Xu time. Lu Taiqiang and others have left Shuiyue Villa early, leaving Qin Ziling alone. Since his home is in Anhe Village, he has a legitimate reason to stay in Shuiyue Villa, but Zuo Cong still keeps pestering him.
"Cong'er, it's getting late. You should go to your mother and sleep first. Dad still has some things to discuss with your senior brother Qin." Zuo Le had a son in his old age and loved Zuo Cong very much. Seeing that Zuo Cong only recognized Qin Ziling, he was happy but also worried that Qin Ziling would be annoyed if he kept pestering him like this. Seeing that it was almost time, he stepped forward and said.
"Okay, Daddy." Zuo Cong responded obediently, then reluctantly pulled Qin Ziling's sleeve, looked at him eagerly and said, "Brother Ziling, can you come over and play with me tomorrow?"
Among Zuo Le's many disciples, Zuo Cong called him senior brother, and only called Qin Ziling brother.
"Cong'er, stop messing around. Your senior brother Qin has his own things to do tomorrow. How can he come to accompany you just for no reason..." Zuo Le hurriedly scolded when he heard this.
"It's okay, Master Zuo. I just happen to have nothing to do tomorrow. " Qin Ziling interrupted with a smile.
"That's great!" Zuo Cong jumped up happily.
Qin Ziling smiled, then rubbed his little head and said, "Go to sleep now. Your father and I have something to discuss."
"Yeah!" Zuo Cong nodded obediently, then turned and left accompanied by his maid.
"Zi Ling, Cong'er has been spoiled by me and his mother since he was young. Don't take it to heart." After Zuo Cong left, Zuo Le said to Qin Ziling with a hint of apology.
"It's okay. Zuo Cong is smart and well-behaved. I like him very much." Qin Ziling said with a smile.
"Yes, Cong'er is indeed much smarter than other children of the same age. But it's a pity that he has been weak and sickly since childhood, so he is not suitable for martial arts training!" Zuo Le shook his head with regret, then pointed to the study and said, "Let's talk in the study."
After that, the two walked towards the study side by side.
"Zuo Cong's physique is indeed a little weak, and Master Zuo's Cold Iron Palm has a wide opening and closing, which is very fierce and not suitable for young people to practice. But in order to cultivate Qi and maintain health, you can consider teaching him the method of breathing and cultivating Qi." Qin Ziling said as he followed Zuo Le into the study.
“Qi refining is indeed good for health, but the methods of Qi refining are all secret. If you want to become a disciple of a Qi refining sect, you not only have to pay a large amount of money, but you also need to have spiritual roots and talent.
I can scrape together the money, but I heard that only one in a hundred people has the talent for Qi Refining, and there is no Qi Refining sect in Fangqiao County, so even if I want to become a disciple, I have nowhere to go ." Zuo Le shook his head.
"I do have a method of refining Qi. If Master Zuo is willing, you can let Zuo Cong try it." Qin Ziling said.
