One punch calms the storm, no gods in the world

Chapter 166 Exploration
They knew Hu Rong very well. He usually didn't brag except when drinking, so what he said was very likely true.

When Xu Jun heard this, his eyes lit up slightly.

Although her family was wealthy, all the money was left by her grandfather's business. When it came to Xu Shouyang, he basically only inherited the money and did not inherit any power.

Therefore, she doesn't know much about the ancient martial arts world, and she doesn't have the channels to learn about Su Ti.

However, Hu Rong's family seems to have channels in this regard.

So she thought about it for a moment and said.

"Do you remember the day we were drinking and met Brother Long and his gang?"

"I definitely remember that. What's wrong?"

Everyone was puzzled as to why the topic had come up again.

Xu Jun whispered.

"Actually, that night, Suti and I ran away together. We didn't run away, but were blocked in the alley."

"what!"

The three were shocked, and Zhao Xu asked hurriedly.

"What happened next? What happened next?"

"later."

Xu Jun paused and said, "Later, Su Ti beat down all of Brother Long's dozen men by himself."

"what?"

Hearing this, the three of them were stunned at first, then showed incredible expressions, and then, seeing that there was no sign of joking on Xu Jun's face, Hu Rong was the first to react.

"Brother Xu, are you trying to say that Su Ti is actually a martial arts master, just like my grandfather's apprentice?"

Xu Jun nodded.

The corners of Zhao Xu's mouth twitched.

"Wait a minute, wasn't Suti kidnapped by the underground black boxing not long ago?"

Xu Jun shook his head: "I don't know about that. Anyway, Suti has his own secrets, and he doesn't really want to tell us, but I can feel that he is drifting away from us."

After these words were spoken, Zhao Xu and the other two fell silent.

As Suti's best friends, how could they not notice Suti's current alienation?

Not only did he not live in the dormitory, he was not seen in class for more than ten days. When he finally came, he didn't greet them, but sat alone in the corner.

At first they thought that the other party was kept by a rich woman, but after Xu Jun said that, they realized that Su Ti was indeed hiding a lot of things from them.

"What do you think? We are all adults now. We should pretend not to know about this kind of thing. After all, everyone has secrets. He has his reasons for not wanting to tell us, but after thinking about it carefully, I still feel a little uncomfortable."

For Xu Jun, Su Ti was the first person who made her heart beat.

However, after the heroic rescue incident, the two of them had very few interactions. After the underground auction in Wenyang City, they almost had no interactions at all.

Xu Jun was actually a little unwilling in his heart.

Zhao Xu also sighed.

"Suti and I grew up together, and I don't want to lose him as a friend."

Hearing the two of them say this, Yao Xia Yu also nodded slightly.

"Me too."

The friendship among young people is always impulsive and foolish. Although it may infringe on each other's privacy, it is enough reason not to lose this friend.

When Hu Rong heard this, he also nodded.

"Since everyone agrees, let's do a little investigation to see what Suti is doing."

Having said that, he looked at Xu Jun.

"Brother Xu, Su Ti has the ability to fight against dozens of people at once. He must have practiced ancient martial arts."

"As for things in the ancient martial arts circle, it's best to ask my grandfather."

Of course, everyone had no objection to this. As it happened, there were no classes that afternoon, and Xu Jun also called the school to ask for leave. After lunch, the three of them got into Xu Jun's car and, according to Hu Rong's instructions, drove all the way to Sifang Street in Donghu Lake.

Donghu Lake in Mingguang City is not as prosperous as the city center, while Sifang Street is an antique street where all kinds of cultural relics and antiques are sold.

This street is usually sparsely populated, and most of the shops don't have much business.

And on this deserted street, there stands a boxing gym called Youquanmen.

The front of this boxing gym is quite simple, with two stone lions standing in front of the door and a wooden plaque as the signboard, giving it an antique feel.

"This is my grandfather's martial arts school. Usually there are not many people coming here. These are all old students practicing martial arts in here."

Hu Rong explained.

The three of them followed Hu Rong in. There was someone guarding the door, but they let them in after recognizing Hu Rong.

After entering, the facilities inside are very simple.

There is a walkway in the middle, and on both sides are wide martial arts arenas paved with square stones. There are also many weapon racks, stone locks, water tanks, wooden stakes and other props used for practicing martial arts around them.

A dozen students of varying ages, shirtless and wearing only black training pants, were practicing martial arts on the training grounds on both sides.

They either held a stone lock in one hand and threw it around, or stood in groups of two on a smooth water vat and pushed each other, or waved knives, sticks and other weapons on wooden stakes to practice their hand and foot strength.

Seeing that this was similar to the ancient practice methods, everyone except Hu Rong showed expressions of surprise and curiosity, and stopped to watch.

At this moment, the door of the main room at the end of the martial arts field was opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a white slim-fitting uniform with three dragon patterns on the front of his clothes walked out, accompanied by a gray-haired octogenarian.

The middle-aged man had a thin face and a straight posture, with a strong spirit. He glanced at Xu Jun and others in the martial arts field, and they all felt their hearts tighten, as if a stone was pressing on their hearts, making them breathless.

'Master.'

Almost subconsciously, the four of them had the same thought in their minds.

The octogenarian glanced at Hu Rong and didn't say much. Instead, he still had a smile on his face and followed the middle-aged man one step behind him, sending him out the door.

After the other party left completely, the smile on the old man's face gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable heaviness.

"grandfather."

At this time, Hu Rong suddenly spoke, waking the old man up.

The old man turned around, looked at Hu Rong, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"Xiao Rong, why don't you have class today? Come to play with grandpa when you have time?"

The old man has a ruddy complexion and a loud voice. Although he looks to be in his seventies, he still gives people a feeling of being strong and healthy.

"Grandpa, these are some of my friends."

After Hu Rong introduced them, everyone hurriedly greeted the old man one by one. They could all feel the faint pressure coming from the old man. Although it was not as strong as that of the middle-aged man, it still made people feel very restrained.

"This is not the place to talk, come in with me."

The old man saw at a glance that Hu Rong had something to ask him, so he took a step ahead and walked towards the inner room. The inner room was furnished in the style of the ancient Xiya Dynasty, with a screen embroidered with ink landscape paintings, and a large Chinese character "游" hung opposite the main door. The brushwork was ethereal, revealing a spirit of agility.

The old man sat at the main seat, and on both sides were guest chairs. At the old man's signal, everyone sat down cautiously.

They had never experienced such a scene before. It felt like they had returned to ancient times, with rules and regulations everywhere.

Although everyone sat down, someone soon brought tea. Hu Rong put down the teacup and couldn't help asking.

"Grandpa, who was that person just now?"

There are very few visitors to his grandfather's place, and the man just now had such an extraordinary aura that he couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

The old man glanced at Hu Rong, then glanced at everyone else, and finally sighed.

"Those are people from the Southern Saint Gate."

"Southern Saint Gate?"

Everyone was stunned. They remembered that when the man left, the words "Nan Sheng" seemed to be embroidered with gold thread on his back.

"Well, it is now the largest and strongest ancient martial arts sect in the entire Nanjiang Province, bar none."

The old man sipped his tea and did not hide anything just because they were ordinary people. If the plan of the Southern Saint Sect goes according to plan, the ancient martial arts circle will truly emerge in the surface world.

Hearing his grandfather's words and noticing his grandfather's expression, Hu Rong vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"So they are coming?"

"I am here to merge with my Youquan Sect and make it a part of the Southern Saint Sect."

The old man said calmly, his face showing no sadness or joy.

Upon hearing this, Hu Rong stood up suddenly and said excitedly.

"But, but Grandpa, Youquanmen is your life's hard work."

Although neither his father nor he had any plans to learn ancient martial arts and inherit his grandfather's legacy, Hu Rong knew how important Youquan Sect was to his grandfather.

Hearing this, the old man also sighed deeply.

"This is the general trend, and it is not something that a small Youquan Sect like me can resist. Now, all the ancient martial arts schools in Nanjiang Province are facing the merger with Nansheng Sect."

"This is a business acquisition, you can refuse it."

Yao Xia Yu couldn't help but speak when he heard this.

When the old man heard this, he glanced at Yao Xiayu and spoke lightly.

"No, this is not a business acquisition, and it cannot be refused."

"If you refuse, our entire Youquan Sect will be wiped out, leaving no one alive."

"No, it can't be."

When they heard this, everyone was shocked, and Zhao Xu even spoke with a stutter.

"Will do."

The old man sighed.

"You are not from the ancient martial arts world, so you don't understand its cruelty. In this world, fighting and death are commonplace. As the largest sect in Nanjiang Province, Nanshengmen's majesty cannot be offended. This time, Nanshengmen is going to merge all the martial arts schools in Nanjiang Province. If anyone dares to ignore the current situation, Nanshengmen will definitely kill the chicken to scare the monkey."

"Although I am reluctant to leave Youquanmen, I don't want to be the chicken that gets slaughtered."

Hearing these words, several people present could not help but swallow their saliva.

In fact, they were a little regretful of coming here. It seemed that these things were not what they should understand and come into contact with.

Seeing Hu Rong's worried expression, the old man looked relieved.

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I have already agreed to merge into the Southern Saint Sect and become their branch, so everything will be fine."

After saying this, the old man picked up the tea to moisten his throat. He seemed to have let go of the obsession in his heart and became a little more relaxed.

"By the way, Xiaorong, you brought these friends to see me, is there something going on?"

Hearing the old man say that nothing would happen, Hu Rong felt relieved and spoke.

"It's nothing serious, but I want you to help us check for someone. This person is our classmate, but he seems to be from your ancient martial arts world. For some reason, he seems to be getting more and more distant from us recently. We don't know what he does every day. We are not from the same circle, so we are a little worried. So I want to ask you, Grandpa, if you know him, can you tell us a little about him? As a friend, we want to know more."

Hu Rong gave a brief account of what happened.

The old man nodded and decided to check people, especially his grandson’s classmates. Most of them were also young people in the ancient martial arts world. This would not be difficult for him.

Although he is old and frail, he is still a well-rounded warrior after all, and he still has some influence in Mingguang City. In particular, the various disciples he has taught over the past few decades are all doing well, and they have formed a huge network of relationships in the local area.

"How old is your classmate?"

"He is nineteen."

"Nineteen years old?" A puzzled look flashed across the old man's eyes, and then he shook his head in his heart and said.

"You don't have to worry too much. Ancient martial artists of this age are young and energetic, so they are most likely to show their skills. Therefore, they have to spend a lot of time practicing. With more time practicing, they will have less time for study and socializing. It is normal for them to distance themselves from you."

After hearing the old man's explanation, the four of them felt relieved.

Then the old man smiled.

"What's his name? I'm not bragging. As long as it's a local martial arts school in Mingguang City, there's nothing I don't know about it. His master and I are probably familiar with each other."

Although the old man's words were plain, they revealed a strong self-confidence.

Hearing the old man's words, everyone couldn't help but reveal a trace of respect in their eyes.

The old man smiled faintly in his heart, picked up the teacup and took a sip. The pressure from the Southern Saint Sect was too great, so he pretended to be impressive in front of these young people.
"His name is Suti."

"puff!"

As soon as Hu Rong said this, everyone immediately saw that the old man who was calm and confident like a martial arts veteran in the previous second suddenly spit out the tea in his mouth without any image.

The old man opened his mouth slightly, looking shocked, with residual tea dripping from his beard, but he didn't care about his loss of composure, and asked with his voice raised by eight octaves.

"What did you say his name was?"

Hu Rong was also frightened by the old man's expression and stammered.

"He, his name is Suti, what's wrong, Grandpa."

"Suti, Suti."

The old man ignored Hu Rong, but kept muttering the name.

As we all know, the leader of the Southern Saint Sect is named Su Xiu.

However, only some sects in Mingguang City who had participated in Long Yuanzheng's disciple-recruiting banquet knew that Su Xiu was the name he changed later, and the original name of the leader of the Nansheng Sect was Su Ti, and he was the little disciple of Long Yuanzheng of Longmen.

However, although many people knew about this, no one dared to publicize it. Since the leader of the Nansheng Sect used a pseudonym, it was obvious that he did not want people to know his real name. Anyone who dared to publicize it would be courting death.

As for the other party's identity and background, let's put it this way, no one dared to investigate when Long Yuanzheng was alive. After Long Yuanzheng died, the other party became the leader of the Nansheng Sect, and even fewer people dared to investigate.

Therefore, when the old man heard that his grandson’s classmate was actually the famous leader of the Southern Saint Sect, he was so shocked.

(End of this chapter)