Yue Ze breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully kowtowed again, "Yes, this junior will definitely work hard."
“I’ll arrange a martial arts instructor for you tomorrow. You can learn from him first, and I’ll see how it goes in three years,” Zhou Quan said.
"Yes, thank you, Uncle Zhou!" Yue Ze said.
"Let's stick to the old ways. Remember, you'll always be Xiaolei's classmate, someone a generation older than her," Zhou Quan said calmly.
"Yes, Yue Ze understands." Yue Ze stood up this time.
"Go ahead and get busy!" Zhou Quan waved his hand.
Yue Ze left the teahouse and stood at the entrance. He looked up at the sunlight in the sky and smiled. Suddenly, he felt that his gloomy life had found a direction to strive for.
So what if I'm all alone? Because of her, I have a direction to live.
After Yue Ze left, Zhou Quan leisurely poured himself a cup of tea. "Kid, let's see how you do!"
The next day, Zhou Quan arranged for a young man to stand next to Yue Ze. "This is your master, named Luo Yichuan. How much you can learn from him in three years depends on your aptitude."
Yue Ze respectfully kowtowed to Luo Yichuan and became his disciple.
Luo Yichuan glanced helplessly at his ancestor, who said this was his eldest disciple and that he should mentor him for three years to help him enter the sect.
How can he even ask me to become his disciple?
Zhou Quan said, "Go ahead and bow down. I won't teach him martial arts; I'll teach him something else."
Luo Yichuan understood and accepted Yue Ze's apprenticeship tea.
The most confused person throughout was Zhou Lei. What was going on? Why would his older brother arrange for Yue Ze to be taught kung fu?
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