As for Zhang Junneng, now on flat ground, he had lost all the sluggish look he had on the boat. He was talking in high spirits, speaking in a lively manner.
"In martial arts, I've seen masters from all over the world," Zhang Junneng said, gesturing. "One was able to lift a stone lion, and another had a head so strong he could even break a jar..."
In Zhang Junneng's words, martial arts has become an acrobatic troupe, with strongmen, iron-headed men, and the only one missing is someone who can break rocks with his chest.
Zhao Huizu secretly curled his lips at the side, but seeing the silly looks of others listening with fascination, he also felt a little proud, and the food he stuffed into his mouth also tasted a lot better.
In fact, Zhang Junneng did not enter the martial arts school voluntarily. He was dragged there by his father so that he could revive the Shouning Marquis family. Fatty Zhao was begged and pulled by his good friend, and reluctantly went to the martial arts school to accompany him.
They were young and didn't know what their parents thought. The emperor's series of actions had already touched the hearts of the powerful and powerful in the capital. Sending their own children to martial arts schools was also to have more options for retreat.
"In terms of martial arts, how can those students or candidates from the Imperial Academy compare with us?" Zhang Junneng drank a glass of wine, becoming more and more excited, and boasting without limit, "We fought bloody battles with the Eastern Tartars in Liaodong and chopped off heads."
Oh, ah, several dandies exclaimed in surprise and nodded repeatedly.
Fatty Zhao promptly gave his friend a chicken leg to stuff into his mouth, and signaled with his eyes, "Stop blowing, it's about to leak."
Zhang Jun didn't understand and thought Fatty Zhao was complaining that he didn't flatter him enough. He immediately reached out and patted Zhao's shoulder and said to the playboys, "And Huizu, he was a fierce man in Liaodong. He chopped off three or four heads."
"Oh, oh?" Amidst the exclamations, a look of doubt appeared on everyone's face. Fatty Zhao, with his unruly appearance, could chop off three or four heads, so shouldn't we be able to chop off seven or eight?
Fatty Zhao smiled calmly and said, "It's all about picking up loose ends. I'll just follow the others and charge forward. If I see a dead Jiannu on the ground, I'll chop off his head."
As he spoke, Fatty Zhao waved his hands, moving them left and right with ease, making sounds along the way, "Crack, crack, just like cutting a radish."
Zhang Jun almost spit out the wine in his mouth. This fat guy is so handsome and impressive, he can brag even more than me! Those who are still alive, we are chopping off the dead, okay?
That was incredible! The other dandies were extremely impressed and praised him, saying that his courage was a hundred times greater than theirs.
"Brother Zhao, you're a true hero!" A dandy man, with a face full of admiration, gave a thumbs-up and raised his glass, saying, "I'll toast you."
Fatty Zhao clinked his glass, then drank it all in one gulp. He wiped his mouth and said, "Brothers, I have something to say. Don't be offended by it."
"Brother Zhao, what are you talking about?" A dandy man put on a very reserved expression and said loudly, "Is there anything we brothers can't talk about?"
"Yes!"
"That's right!"
As everyone echoed him, Fatty Zhao put on a serious expression and slowly said, "As for us, we have enough food and clothing. Thanks to the protection of our ancestors, even if we do nothing in this life, we will never starve or freeze."
Zhang Junneng was also very curious about what the fat man had realized, so he reached out and poured him a glass of wine like a teacher.
Fatty Zhao nodded politely to his good friend, took a sip, and continued, "But I'm just going to muddle through life like this. It's not like that anyway."
As he spoke, he pointed at Zhang Junneng and said, "Just say Nengneng..."
"Get lost!" Zhang Junneng scolded with a smile, "Don't call me by my nickname."
Fatty Zhao laughed heartily, unconcerned, and said, "Just take Old Zhang and me for example. When we're old, we can tell our children and grandchildren about our battles on the battlefield. Let them know that we were real men, too."
"Brother Zhao is right." Someone nodded in agreement and said, "My grandfather said the same thing. You don't have to go to the battlefield, but don't just sit around doing nothing. You have to learn something. You might have to earn your own living in the future."
"Yeah, it feels like the world is changing!" Someone else sighed, "The court's policies and measures..."
The sound of hurried horse hooves outside interrupted everyone's conversation. Since they were next to the window, they could see it by just sticking their head out, without having to rush over.
"It's the Dongchang thugs." Someone with sharp eyes saw it out immediately.
"I wonder who they're arresting now? This is quite a big deal."
Seeing dozens of riders galloping past like a whirlwind, everyone returned to the table.
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