High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

On the other side, Song Chen noticed that there were more and more people on the street.

Everyone was looking at him. The breakfast stall owner forgot to flip the pancakes in the pan, the hardware store owner didn't even notice the smoke burning his fingers, and the old shoe repairman took off his reading glasses and squinted as he tried to see him.

Some people were taking pictures of him with their phones, while others were making phone calls, their voices low but unable to contain their excitement.

"It really is him."

"Song Chen, it's Song Chen."

"I've seen the video from Qinghu Base City; it's him, and the knife is exactly the same."

"Oh my god, he's gone back to Anning City."

More and more people gathered.

From a dozen people to dozens, and from dozens to hundreds.

Some people ran across the street, some rushed out of shops, and some leaned half their bodies out of the windows of residential buildings.

The sound of cell phones clicking away filled the air, along with children's screams and adults' chatter.

"The top scholar of the Song Dynasty!"

"Senior Song Chen!"

"Brother Song!"

There were all sorts of shouts.

Song Chen stopped in his tracks. In fact, at his speed, no one could stop him if he wanted to leave, but at this moment he was a little stunned.

I wasn't stunned when I was fighting my way through the beast tide on Cloudwave Island, I wasn't stunned when I was being chased by a fifth-tier giant octopus in the deep sea, I wasn't stunned when I was slaying the abyssal sea monster in the ocean, and I wasn't stunned when I sliced ​​open a bladed dragon lizard with a single stroke in Qinghu Base City.

Now he stands frozen on the streets of his own city, surrounded by a group of ordinary people.

"Excuse me, everyone, I need to go home."

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Welcome home, Scholar Song!"

Then everyone started shouting.

Welcome back!

"Well done, Song Chen!"

"They're giving Mayor Anning too much credit!"

"Well done, Song Zhuangyuan!"

Song Chen stood there, surrounded by hundreds of people, his ears filled with "Welcome back".

He nodded in response.

Then I quickened my pace and walked through the crowd.

Shenlong Martial Arts School Family Area.

Song Chen stood at her doorstep and took a deep breath.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

I knocked several times, but no one answered.

He used his mental power to sense that no one was inside, so he simply pushed the door open and went in.

The house is almost the same as when I left.

Song Chen stood in the living room for a while.

Then he took the Heavenly Blade off his back, leaned against the sofa armrest, and lay down on the sofa.

He closed his eyes and cleared his mind.

All the sounds and images replayed in my mind at high speed, and then were picked out one by one.

In the end, only the sounds from the living room remained.

The humming of the refrigerator, the chirping of birds in the old locust tree outside the window, and the meowing of the cat outside.

Song Chen's breathing slowed down.

Then footsteps came from outside, at least seven or eight, walking quickly.

Song Chen opened her eyes, and there was a knock on the door.

"Song Chen, is Song Chen here?"

The visitor was Sun Hai, the deputy director of Shenlong Martial Arts School, whom I had met a few times before.

He sat up and went to open the door.

Sun Hai and six or seven core members of the martial arts school stood outside the door.

Sun Hai's voice was a half tone lower than usual: "Little Song, you're really back? People on the street were saying you were back, but I didn't believe it."

Song Chen nodded.

"By the way, your parents went to the garrison commander's residence."

Song Chen was taken aback. The Garrison Commander's Mansion? What were his parents doing at the Garrison Commander's Mansion?

Why?

"To receive the award, this morning the garrison commander's office came to the martial arts school to find your parents. They said that Garrison Commander Shen would personally present some kind of award. Your parents changed into new clothes and went there. They told me to wait here, saying that once you're back, you can go over too."

To receive an award?

Song Chen stood at the door, his mind racing.

He knew very well what level his parents were at; why did the garrison commander's office award them prizes?

"Is the garrison commander of Anning still Shen Qingshan?"

Sun Hai nodded: "Yes, Garrison Commander Shen."

Song Chen didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and went back into the house, picked up the Tianjun Blade and put it on his back. He took an orange from the coffee table, peeled it, and ate a segment.

The oranges were a bit sour; they were the local green-skinned oranges from Anning City. When he was a child, he would eat one every time he came back from practicing martial arts.

"I'll go take a look."

With the Wings of Gale activated, his figure drew an arc in mid-air, his toes touched the treetops, and he shot towards the direction of the garrison commander's mansion.

Anning City Garrison Commander's Office.

The parking lot was packed with cars and people were bustling around today.

Song Chen landed on the roof of a six-story building opposite the garrison commander's mansion. He retracted his wind wings, squatted on the edge of the roof, and looked across the street.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby of the garrison commander's mansion were polished to a shine, and the scene inside was clearly visible.

The hall was decorated to resemble an awards ceremony venue.

A red banner was stretched across the center, reading "Anning City Outstanding Martial Arts Martial Arts Family Commendation Ceremony".

There were seventy or eighty people sitting in the audience. His parents were in the front row. Song Zhengye was wearing a new dark blue shirt with the collar buttoned up tightly. He sat up straight, and his expression was somewhere between nervousness and pride.

His mother, Li Xiuying, sat next to him, wearing a crimson cashmere sweater, her hair was tied up, and she wore lipstick.

Song Chen was taken aback. His mother had put on lipstick.

He'd never seen her wear lipstick in all his life.

Li Xiuying was speaking, and Song Chen could hear her clearly from across the street.

They praised him in all sorts of fancy ways, and then said that he didn't have a girlfriend yet.

Li Xiuying's voice echoed in his mind.

"Distinguished leaders, teachers, and fellow martial arts practitioners."

"Our Song Chen is eighteen years old, and he's not bad-looking, right? He's over 1.8 meters tall, with regular features, but he doesn't smile much. If you know any suitable girls, please introduce him!"

Song Chen stood on the roof of the building opposite, pressing his fingers into the cracks between the bricks.

Then, Garrison Commander Shen Qingshan went on stage, holding a list of award recipients.

He was a typical military warrior, direct in his actions, and disliked socializing. He was even too lazy to attend the annual meeting of the martial arts guild.

But today he stands here, personally presenting the award.

"Mr. Song Zhengye, Ms. Li Xiuying."

He pronounced the name in a loud voice, carrying the unique energy of a fifth-level martial artist.

Song Zhengye and Li Xiuying stood up and walked to the front of the stage.

Shen Qingshan received the certificate from the ceremonial staff and handed it over with both hands.

"Mr. Song Zhengye, Ms. Li Xiuying."

"Daxia thanks you for your contributions. Without you, there would be no Song Chen."

"Without Song Chen, the southern city wall of Qinghu Base City might have already fallen today."

He handed the certificate to Li Xiuying.

"This is an honor for Anning City, and also an honor for Great Xia."

"The Anning City Garrison Command and the Anning City Branch of the Martial Arts Guild jointly award Mr. Song Zhengye and Ms. Li Xiuying with 500 million Great Xia coins."

Shen Qingshan received an enlarged check card from the ushers, on which a string of numbers was written.

Five hundred million.

Some people in the audience gasped.

Song Zhengye stared at the string of numbers, his hands trembling slightly. In the past, it would have taken him thousands of years to earn that much money.

Then there are the homeroom teachers.

Song Chen's homeroom teachers from elementary school to high school all came.

Shen Qingshan personally presented the award.

"Teacher Zhou Min, the prize money is thirty million."

"Professor Yan Zheng, the prize money is fifty million."

"Teacher Li Guohua, the prize money is 80 million."

When the teachers received the checks, their hands trembled even more than Song Zhengye's.

The applause in the hall came in waves.

Song Chen squatted on the roof of the opposite building, his fingers already pressing five holes into the brick seams.

He felt a little embarrassed.

He could tell that this so-called award ceremony was probably orchestrated by Shen Qingshan, because he had never heard of such an award before.

As for the reason, it was naturally to show him goodwill.