Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

Chapter 290 What are you so smug about?

Zhou Tong decided to stay in Liangshan.

Not for any other reason than to keep an eye on his apprentice.

He knew, of course, that what Ren Yuan was about to do was difficult.

Therefore, as his mentor, he should give him the greatest support.

"Master and Junior Brother, don't worry, I'll send someone to pick up your family members right away!"

"Don't worry about me. There are only the old servants on the manor. Just dismiss them. But your junior brother still has his old mother at home. We need to bring her here."

Zhou Tong waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry about him.

"How can that be? Master, don't worry, I'll move your entire estate to Liangshan!"

Ren Yuan patted his chest and assured him.

"Are you confiscating my property?"

Zhou Tong's eyes widened.

"Don't dare."

Ren Yuan immediately backed down.

"Get lost! You're the most mischievous one!"

"We have met the old gentleman!"

After Ren Yuan and his disciples finished catching up, seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Xiao Jiahui led the others out and they all bowed to Zhou Tong.

"Let's skip the formalities. You're following my third son and taking on huge risks. I should be the one bowing to you."

In front of outsiders, Zhou Tong still maintained the demeanor of a hermit with an air of otherworldly wisdom and transcendence.

“Sir, following my brother, the opportunities far outweigh the risks, and we are all willing to do it.”

Xiao Jiahui took the lead and spoke.

"That's right, that's right. It's so comfortable and relaxing here with my brother, without so many complicated things."

"That's right! We Liangshan are all like-minded people!"

Everyone started talking at once. The core idea was that Liangshan was truly wonderful! And Ren Yuan, their leader, was great too! Everyone had come voluntarily!

"Third brother, you have a group of good brothers."

Looking at these people who were so closely united around his three disciples, Zhou Tong felt quite emotional.

In that instant, he felt as if he had returned to his youth, to the days when he was in the Imperial Guard, drinking, eating, fighting, and boasting with his old brothers.

"That's right. I, Ren Yuan, have nothing else but the people and these brothers who are willing to share life and death with me!"

Ren Yuan looked proud.

"Brother, we can talk about life and death later. Why don't you introduce the old gentleman to the brothers first?"

Xiao Jiahui said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, brothers! This is my master! He is also the master of my senior brother Lin Chong, known in the martial arts world as Zhou Tong, the Iron-Armed One! This little fellow is our junior brother, Yue Fei."

"This humble one, Xiao Jiasui, greets Master Zhou!"

"Greetings, Master Zhou!"

In fact, most of the leaders of Liangshan did not know the name of their master, Ren Yuan.

All everyone knows is that Instructor Lin is their own brother's senior brother, and Instructor Wang is also half a senior brother.

Lin Chong was a low-key person in the mountain stronghold, and no one usually asked him about his master.

So much so that everyone knew their older brother had a master, but no one knew who it was.

Ren Yuanyi's revelation today has made everyone realize the truth!

Good heavens! It turns out my brother's master is Master Zhou!

It's important to know that Zhou Tong held a very high position in the entire Song Dynasty's outlaw world—or rather, the entire Song Dynasty's martial arts world.

How tall? Hmm... about the height of the Shaolin and Wudang sect leaders in later martial arts novels.

My own brother is actually a disciple of a famous master. No wonder he's so amazing!

In an instant, everyone admired Ren Yuan and Lin Chong even more.

A disciple of a renowned teacher, yet he never flaunts his achievements; he is so low-key!

"Let's go, Master, up the mountain so you can see the scenery."

Ren Yuan, along with Zhou Tong and Yue Fei, followed the other leaders up the mountain.

"Uncle Zhou!"

Wang Jin hadn't eaten with everyone; he was at home with his mother. So by the time he heard from the junior officer that the chieftain's master had arrived, it was already quite late.

He quickly joined the other leaders who hadn't gone down the mountain to greet Zhou Tong. The two groups met halfway down the mountain, and Wang Jin rushed over immediately.

"Isn't this Xiao Wang? He's grown so much! We haven't seen each other since your father passed away, oh..."

Zhou Tong hadn't seen Wang Jin for over a decade, but upon meeting him, Zhou Tong suddenly uttered a questioning sound.

"Xiao Wang, if I remember correctly, you've been practicing martial arts with your father all this time. You should have reached the pinnacle of martial arts long ago, right? How come you've fallen down? What happened?"

As Zhou Tong spoke, he reached out and grabbed Wang Jin's wrist. A moment later, the old man frowned deeply!

"Good heavens, you were seriously injured before? You little rascal, what happened to your Senior Brother Wang?"

"Master, it's all because of that Gao Qiu..."

Ren Yuan quickly recounted to his master what Gao Qiu had done to Wang Jin. After listening, Zhou Tong glared angrily!

"How dare you! A scoundrel who only knows how to play Cuju (ancient Chinese football) has now risen to the rank of Grand Commandant, and he's still so lawless?"

“Master, please calm down. The divine doctor said that Senior Brother Wang has recovered. Although he can’t go to the battlefield to fight yet, he can train troops. All the reserve troops in the stronghold are being trained by Senior Brother Wang.”

"Your bandit doctor seems to be quite skilled. Xiao Wang's injury is not just a flesh wound, but his meridians are also severely damaged. Generally speaking, he would be ruined for life. It is already very difficult for him to recover like this."

Zhou Tong first nodded, then shook his head.

"However, Xiao Wang, without any great opportunities, you will find it difficult to make any further progress, which is a pity."

"It's alright, Uncle Zhou. I'm doing fine now. Although my father is gone, my mother is still here. Even though I can't go to war, I can spend more time with her. Besides, I have an apprentice who is quite talented."

After recovering from his injuries for so long, Wang Jin has actually come to realize that although he can no longer pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, his current life is quite good!

Where is your apprentice?

Because Wang Jin was the son of a close friend, Zhou Tong was very concerned about him.

"Shi Jin, come here!"

Wang Jin beckoned, and Shi Jin quickly came out.

"Master, I'm here!"

"Call him Master Shi." Wang Jin waved his hand, signaling Shi Jin to call for someone.

"Shi Jin greets his grandmaster and all his uncles."

Shi Jin was very proper and respectful in front of his master, Wang Jin.

"Not bad, you do have talent, but did you start practicing martial arts too late?"

Zhou Tong sized up Shi Jin and then spoke.

"Yes, when I met him, he was already eighteen or nineteen years old. His previous mentors had delayed his progress."

Wang Jin added from the side.

"We mostly practice martial arts from childhood, starting as children. Over the years, among all the people I've met, only this rascal is an exception."

"Master, that means I'm a genius! It also means you're a good teacher!"

Ren Yuan patted his chest, looking very proud.

Zhou Tong ignored his treasure-hunting antics and instead said to Shi Jin:

"When you have time, come to my place and practice with your junior uncle. Such a fine jade shouldn't be wasted."

"It's a blessing for this silly boy that his uncle has stepped in!"

Wang Jin was overjoyed. Who was Zhou Tong? To be able to get guidance from him, Shi Jin had hit the jackpot!

"Disciple, hurry up and thank your master!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Shi Jin was naturally delighted, but he still asked one question:

"Um, Grandmaster, who is Junior Uncle?"

"It's me, is that not allowed?"

Yue Fei squeezed out from behind Ren Yuan, put his hands on his hips and looked at Shi Jin.