There's something wrong with me

"Comrade, my youngest son has been kidnapped!"

The call connected.

Zhang Youfa immediately explained the situation, "I heard my eldest son say that the other party's nickname is Mouse, like the rodent, but I don't know if it's really a nickname…"

"And Bajiquan…" the eldest son weakly added, "…same lineage…"

"Yes! And something about a Bajiquan lineage! My child was taken away from the arcade…"

Zhang Youfa anxiously recounted everything he knew to the other party.

"We need a recent photo of your child…" The other party noted the information, then sent it to the on-duty police officers nearby, asking them to find Zhang Youfa.

"Please hurry…" Zhang Youfa was so anxious that he didn't want to hang up the phone.

Right now, this phone call was his lifeline.

Every word from the other party was a psychological comfort.

"Officers have already been dispatched." Knowing the father was anxious, the other party continued to reassure him, not immediately hanging up.

But they also urged the on-duty personnel near the market to find the father as quickly as possible.

After all, others also needed to call for help; this father couldn't 'hog the line' indefinitely.

"I understand your feelings…"

Despite her thoughts, the gentle female police officer was doing her best to comfort the grieving father.

Only…

Less than two minutes passed.

Inside the police call center.

A man of considerable rank walked over to the female officer and said to her, "Just received a message from Team Leader Liu, 'Missing person Zhang Feng' went to Coach Zheng's house; reassure the caller."

'Bajiquan', 'arcade', and the young master of a local corporation, whose nickname is 'Mouse', and who is also learning Bajiquan from Coach Zheng (his master).

With all this information combined.

This suspicious child abduction case was quickly solved by Team Leader Liu of the Municipal Bureau!

The 'suspected kidnapper' was none other than their bureau's amiable Coach Zheng!

…

"Okay, Xiao Liu, you go ahead with your work; I'll have someone send the child back in a bit."

Martial arts hall.

The master hung up the phone and looked at Brother Mouse, "Didn't you leave Xiao Feng's brother a phone number?"

"I did." Brother Mouse scratched his head, "Was that Second Brother Liu Yong, Team Leader Liu's call just now?"

"Mm." The master didn't want to pay attention to Brother Mouse, but looked gently at Zhang Feng, who was still eating and drinking, "Xiao Feng, how about having your Third Brother take you back later?

Let him explain to your father.

Once the misunderstanding is cleared up, I'll visit your home in a couple of days."

The master was determined to take this prodigy as a disciple.

Originally, he had planned to go over tonight to take a look at the 'in-laws' and sound them out.

But with this misunderstanding, he was afraid of leaving a bad first impression, so he would let his third disciple take the fall and get scolded first, to appease the in-laws' anger.

"I'll leave it to you." The master looked at the Third Brother, "Ah, you're suffering."

"Master, don't worry!"

At this moment, the Third Brother, who was about forty years old, also drained the courage-boosting wine in his bowl.

"I will explain everything clearly to Uncle Zhang!"

His age was actually similar to Zhang Youfa's.

But seniority was seniority.

If Zhang Feng became his junior brother, he would still have to call Zhang Youfa 'Uncle'.

At the same time, Zhang Feng, seeing his heroic spirit of drinking, felt that he wasn't going to be scolded, but was going to fight the enemy.

…

"Uncle Zhang, please listen to my explanation…"

Nine o'clock.

Inside a small residential house.

Third Brother held large and small bags, all gifts, and his face was full of flattery.

Zhang Youfa awkwardly looked at this strong man, who was about his age, and carefully said, "Big Brother, has my child caused trouble for your master?"

"How could that be, Uncle!" Third Brother forcefully placed the gifts on the table, "Also, don't call me Big Brother, just call me Xiao Sanzi."

"Sanzi Big Brother, don't say that…" Zhang Youfa looked at Third Brother's burly figure of 1.8 meters and was frightened, really not daring to say it.

"Uncle, please don't call me that either…" Third Brother was also very embarrassed, feeling like the seniority was messed up.

"Xiao Feng, is this a Transformer?"

The two adults were declining, discussing the issue of address.

Zhang Feng was unpacking the gifts with Big Brother and Second Brother.

…

Several days later.

The twenty-first day of the third lunar month.

Day Deity: Receiving Day.

Deity of the Day: Bright Hall, Auspicious.

Bright Hall Yellow Path, Noble Star, Bright Assistance Star, Advantageous to See Great People.

On this day, at the north side of the small courtyard.

Zhang Feng became the master's disciple, becoming the youngest junior brother in the lineage.

Relatives and friends gave gifts.

Nine tables were set up for a grand feast, filling the backyard.

The master rarely got drunk.

…

In the years that followed.

Zhang Feng took root in the martial arts hall.

He came every day after school, sometimes even spending the night at the martial arts hall.

But perhaps the times had changed.

Zhang Feng found that no one came to cause trouble.

At most, the master would visit a few friends with so-so relationships during the New Year.

Zhang Feng looked at the low survival rate and didn't choose to follow, instead wanting to wait until he was an adult to build up his strength before doing anything.

The master also didn't let Zhang Feng follow, because the times had really changed.

In the years that followed.

Smartphones gradually appeared, and there were crackdowns everywhere, with everything developing towards the real world that Zhang Feng was familiar with.

What Southern and Northern martial arts worlds, what martial arts inheritance.

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As long as you dare to roam the world with a sword, the next second, three police batons will turn you into a muggle.

In the blink of an eye.

Zhang Feng was seventeen.

And earlier this year, the master, returning from visiting friends, said dejectedly that private martial arts halls were closing one after another.

Martial arts were gradually declining.

Zhang Feng was silent, not knowing how to answer the master.

…

This year, early August.

The summer vacation after the third year of high school.

In the increasingly dilapidated backyard of the small building.

The gray-haired master lay on a recliner, rocking back and forth, basking in the warm autumn sun.

Zhang Feng's eyes were slightly closed, standing in a stance in the quiet training ground.

Whoosh—

The aging Third Brother was wiping old weapons.

Nowadays, the small martial arts hall only had the three of them.

The other senior and junior brothers had long since gone their separate ways, north, south, east, and west.

But they had left their numbers.

Some had developed quite well, asking Zhang Feng to work at their company when he finished school in the future.

"Good news!"

At this time.

Footsteps came from outside.

Brother Mouse, who had gained some weight, shouted as he entered, "I got some money from my dad, Master, we can move to a bigger place!"

"What place?" The master suddenly opened his eyes, "Is it to open a hall on the street?"

"It is…" Brother Mouse was a little scared, but continued to say, "After half a year, this place will be demolished. We always have to find a new place, right?

I think the traffic on Willow Street in the city is pretty good, why don't we open… open there?"

"Learn those fake showy things… cough… recruit disciples?" The master coughed a few times.

"Master!" Third Brother hurried over to massage the master's back.

Zhang Feng slightly opened his eyes, "The old man isn't sick, he's being angered by Senior Brother Mouse."

"You…" Brother Mouse was very helpless, but finally sighed and said, "Xiao Feng, Master cherishes you the most, and relies on you the most.

Although you haven't competed or won any honors for our little sect.

Master even hides you away every day, afraid that others will know that we have a treasure in our sect.

But I know, Master listens to you the most.

Why don't you… try to persuade him?"

"What competition?" The master pushed away the Third Brother who was massaging his back and glared fiercely at Mouse, "How old is Xiao Feng? Only seventeen!

His body hasn't fully developed, his strength isn't enough, who is he going to compete with?"

"You just keep spoiling him!" Brother Mouse's temper was even more straightforward than when he was a child, daring to speak the truth, "Really, afraid he'll fall when he walks, afraid he'll choke when he eats."

"You!"

Unsurprisingly, the master was immediately furious, picking up the cloth shoe next to him to throw at him.

Brother Mouse's eyelids twitched, and he ran directly behind Zhang Feng.

The master saw Zhang Feng, afraid of hitting his most cherished disciple, so he put the cloth shoe down again.

Brother Mouse took a look and pretended to say sourly, "Brother Feng, what did I say? You see, as soon as I tell the truth, hey, the old man immediately gets angry!"

"Give it a rest." Zhang Feng sighed, stretching his palm back and easily grabbing him, "If you just anger Master less, why would Master hit you?"

After Zhang Feng pulled him out, he looked at the master again, "Master, I don't want to go to college anymore, I want to drop out.

During this time, I want to focus on practicing martial arts.

After I turn eighteen, I want to meet the various surviving sects."

In another half a year, the last enhancement will come.

And in these nearly ten years, nine enhancements.

Zhang Feng mostly chose to add points to physique, as well as two points to root bone, and one to combat memory.

Currently, Zhang Feng's root bone is [1.5]

His physique is [23.7]