Today is a sunny and beautiful day, at least that's what Huo Xiaolong thinks.
On this bright and sunny day, her Aunt Zhang brought back a group of strange and unusual people, along with Aunt Zhang's parents.
She had always thought that Aunt Zhang's parents had both passed away.
Looking at the old woman who was holding him and calling him her "darling grandson," Huo Xiaolong forced a smile as bright as the sunshine.
"Hello, Grandma too~"
Madam Zhang of Fengyue Tower was also the daughter of a famous and righteous martial arts family. Her name was Ye Hua, and she and Leader Zhang were childhood sweethearts.
This time when Zhang Bixia returns to the brothel, the couple insist on coming along.
At first, Zhang, the leader of the alliance, was unwilling, mainly because he couldn't bring himself to do it. Later, even after his wife got into the carriage and insisted on pulling him along, he had no choice but to reluctantly follow.
That's what he thought.
Little did he know that in his wife's eyes, his behavior was like a stubborn old man who couldn't say a word, and when he did, it was always sarcastic and unpleasant.
"Little Dragon Girl, hello there! Come see the gift Grandma brought you."
Old Madam Ye held the little dumpling and showed her the gifts she had prepared for this occasion. What could people in the martial arts world possibly offer, besides the usual gifts of cloth and tea?
The rest are all knives, spears, and clubs, supposedly for the little dumpling, but even if she started learning these eighteen weapons now, she wouldn't be able to learn them all in her next life!
Huo Xiaolong swallowed hard, afraid of being forced to learn so much, and immediately spoke to Madam Ye.
"Grandma, are all these gifts for me?"
"Yes, these are all for our Long'er. Is there anything you like?"
The little girl bit her lip and continued...
"Grandma, I really like all of these, but I can't use them all myself. Can I give them to my other sisters?"
The old lady was amused by the little girl. She thought to herself that the little girl really looked like her daughter. Back then, Bixia had the same reaction when she saw the embroidery, and tried every means to send the item away.
"Of course! Who does our Long'er want to give it to?"
The little girl slid off the old woman, picked up a jade pen, about half her height, its white surface gleaming with a cold light, and wrote...
"This is for Sister Zhihua."
Today, Miss Zhihua is dressed in a white dress embroidered with several ink bamboos. As the young girl Jinlian moves lightly, it seems that even the cold sun and wind cannot break these upright ink bamboos.
"Our Dragon Daughter has such good taste! Look at your sister Zhihua, she's a perfect match for this jade brush."
Madam Ye handed the jade pen to Zhihua, and the young girl bowed and said...
"Thank you for the pen, Madam."
This time, Zhang's mother brought back six people, all of whom were outstanding heroes whom Zhang, the leader of the alliance, had found from various sects in the martial arts world.
There are many girls at the brothel, and Zhang Mama thought that these girls could choose for themselves, and whichever family they wanted to study under could become their master.
These people, including Alliance Leader Zhang, were initially unwilling to come.
Hearing that their destination was a brothel always made her feel uneasy, especially Zhang Mama's biological father.
He was angry at the thought that his daughter had been making a living in brothels for ten years. At the same time, he felt heartbroken.
Well, I pushed them too hard back then. Even if these people don't want to come, they won't say anything out of consideration for me.
Huo Xiaolong carefully selected and sent out these items, and the girls at Fengyue Tower would begin their training tomorrow.
Because these girls go to bed late every day, and their bodies have become accustomed to this lifestyle.
Therefore, Zhang's mother and several instructors decided that everyone would practice martial arts every day at noon.
The martial arts master who accompanied them had originally come with the intention of pleasing the daughter of the martial arts alliance leader, and didn't care whether these girls were sincere or not.
Zhang's mother saw their expressions but remained silent.
It's okay, just think of it this way today.
Once these girls have mastered the basics tomorrow, let's see who's still putting on airs.
Today is just a formal meeting, a chance for everyone to get acquainted. While Zhang's mother was away, Cen Ang renovated the surrounding houses to make them habitable. The second courtyard also needed to be large, since it would be used for their martial arts training.
When Zhang, the leader of the alliance, saw Huo Shuwen, he was a little dumbfounded. He looked at the daughter in his wife's arms, and then at the cold-looking man who had just walked in.
"Are you perhaps the Cold-Faced Silver Spear Master Huo?"
Huo Shuwen only noticed the old man sitting in the corner when he heard the sound, and upon closer inspection...
Oh ho
Martial Arts Alliance Leader
"It's been a long time since we've seen Leader Zhang."
Huo Shuwen clasped his hands in a salute and said
Leader Zhang stroked his beard and asked...
"I just heard you call her 'daughter'? This little girl is your daughter?"
Huo Shuwen nodded in reply.
"It is indeed my son, Xiao Chengxiaolong, who greets Grandpa Zhang."
"No need, no need, I've already paid my respects," said Alliance Leader Zhang, stroking his beard.
After learning that the little dumpling was Huo Shuwen's daughter, Zhang Mengzhu was still somewhat pleased.
Back then, he wanted to adopt this cold-faced young swordsman as his godson, but for some reason, Huo Shuwen refused and went to the capital with his baggage.
Years have passed, and the children have grown up so much.
Anyway, in the end they all call me grandpa, so it's not a loss.
Having lived for so many years, Leader Zhang has seen countless promising young talents in the martial arts world.
The only one who could catch his eye was this cold-faced young swordsman.
Ruthless and taciturn
Martial arts prodigy
If he were to become my godson, Biluo Manor could hold the throne of martial arts alliance leader for at least three generations.
"Madam, this gentleman is someone you've met before, Young Master Huo."
Holding Huo Xiaolong in her arms, Old Madam Ye turned her head to look at the child's face, then at his father.
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