Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

Mo Qingyang nodded.

He took a drag of his cigarette, and the smoke lingered in his lungs for a moment before he slowly exhaled it.

"Have you ever considered whether Mo Yiyi herself likes you?"

Lin Fusheng remained silent.

I'm not saying you're not good right now.

Mo Qingyang's tone was calm, without questioning or accusing. "You saved the old man, you are a benefactor of the Mo family, I remember that, the whole Mo family remembers that, but a favor is a favor, and a marriage is a marriage, these are two different things."

"I just asked Yiyi. I asked her if she likes you."

"She said she liked it."

Mo Qingyang said.

Lin Fusheng's heart stirred slightly.

Then, Mo Qingyang smiled and said:

"Mo Yiyi may seem mischievous, but she's actually a sensible and obedient child. She does whatever her elders say. When the old man asked her to learn boxing, she learned boxing. When she heard that the old man asked her to entertain you, she ran to your yard every day. Now that the old man wants to marry her off to you, she naturally says she likes it."

"But is it really love?"

"During my trip to Heihe, I met a master of the Fuyun Palm lineage. We collaborated, and it was quite pleasant. He has already agreed to accept Mo Yiyi as an inner disciple."

"Inner disciple, this is not just a nominal membership, it's a legitimate inner discipleship."

"Mo Yiyi has good talent and comprehension, but she has always been protected by the old man and has never suffered much hardship. It is her good fortune that the Fuyun Palm sect is willing to take her in. If she trains for a few more years, she may have a chance to compete for the true teachings."

"Do you understand what a true disciple represents? It's the status that gives you the hope of touching the Bronze Bone, or even the Mercury Blood, in the future."

"And you..."

Mo Qingyang did not continue.

He looked at Lin Fusheng, his gaze not showing any contempt or disdain, but only an absolute sense of 'reality'.

As an elder, Mo Qingyang would rather be the villain and be more realistic than let his niece be unhappy.

"You are Gu Yunzhou's benefactor, and this favor is indeed profound. But favors can be exhausted. What about you?"

"What level are you at now? You're nothing more than a stone skin."

"If you want to break through the Iron Tendon, even with great talent, it will take three years. And after three years? How many more years will it take to break through the Copper Bone?"

Mo Qingyang stubbed out his cigarette on the iron railing of the platform.

I'm not looking down on you.

His tone softened, carrying a hint of an elder's helplessness, "I am Mo Yiyi's second uncle. I watched her grow up. I hope she is doing well, I hope she marries someone worthy of her, and I hope she marries someone she truly loves, instead of just trying not to disappoint the old man and muddling through her life."

"Brother Fusheng, I'm just being blunt, please don't take it to heart."

"I hope you will try to have less contact with Yiyi in the future."

"I'm not trying to break anyone up. I just feel that you two aren't a good match."

"You have Gu Yunzhou as your backer now, and you may have other opportunities in the future. But Yiyi can't wait. The golden age of a martial artist is only a few years. If she is distracted by romance and misses the opportunity to learn the Fuyun Palm, she may be stuck at the Stone Skin Perfection stage for the rest of her life."

"I don't want things to end up unpleasant between you and the Mo family."

The platform was quiet for a few moments.

The wind dispersed some of the smell of coal smoke.

Lin Fusheng stood there without saying a word.

He didn't really have much to say.

He took to heart what Mo Qingyang said.

He didn't care about whether they were a good match or not, or whether it would hinder his future.

But he did think about the question, "Whether she likes you or not."

He and Mo Yiyi had known each other for a little over a month.

It might be a bit early to talk about liking someone; we can only say that we have mutual feelings for each other.

Why is Mo Qingyang so agitated?

Lin Fusheng finished his cigarette and stubbed it out.

He wanted to say something, but felt that talking to this kind of person was too tiring.

Honestly, sometimes he prefers to settle things with his fists.

Do you think my reliance is the ancient cloud boat?

Never.

His strengths lie in his unparalleled fist techniques, terrifying cultivation speed, attributes several times that of martial artists at the same level, and the absence of any martial artist's barriers to breakthrough.

He will eventually reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

Seeing Lin Fusheng's silence, Mo Qingyang realized that his words might have been too realistic, and the boy might not be able to accept them for a while.

My child, you are still too young.

However, Mo Qingyang didn't think about comforting Lin Fusheng; he needed to get to Gu Yunzhou's birthday banquet as soon as possible.

"That's enough. You'd better take care of yourself."

He turned and left.

The black sedan started and quickly disappeared around the street corner.

Lin Fusheng stood alone on the platform, waiting for the next train.

He didn't take it to heart.

It's best to let things take their natural course; don't force it, as that will only make you feel exhausted.

In the distance, another plume of smoke rose from the horizon.

The train's whistle breaking the afternoon's gloom as it pulled into the station.

This train came from Fengjing.

The carriage doors opened, and passengers filed out.

In the crowd, three young people were following behind a middle-aged man as they walked from the other end of the platform.

Lin Fusheng recognized them.

The one in the lead was the tallest, with broad shoulders and a thick back. He walked like a young calf that had just come of age. He was wearing a drab gray outfit and carrying a large bundle on his shoulder. His eyes were scanning his surroundings warily.

Behind him followed a chubby figure who would pant after running a few steps, with beads of sweat already forming on his forehead.

There was also a tall, thin man at the very end of the line, his head down, his expression unreadable.

The middle-aged man surrounded by the three men was in his early forties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and a slightly downturned mouth, giving him the appearance of a serious and unsmiling personality.

He carried no luggage, but walked ahead with his hands behind his back, his steps steady.

Boss Wei.

Lin Fusheng had heard of this person.

The righteous society's copper-bone town guard is of moderate size, overseeing some business and holding some influence.

He stood at the edge of the platform, not immediately moving forward.

far away.

"This time it was really far. The village is hidden deep in the mountains, even a horse-drawn carriage can't get in. We walked twenty miles of mountain road." The chubby boy wiped his sweat, his voice quite loud. "I thought Fengjing was very prosperous, but it turns out it's just going to some remote corner."

"Alright, stop complaining."

"Boss Qin brought us out here to gain experience, not to enjoy ourselves."

"I know, I was just saying."

Er Gouzi, walking behind, suddenly spoke up: "Ah Da, do you think anything major has happened in Songjiang while we've been gone for the past few months?"

Chen Ada thought for a moment.

"What could possibly happen? When we left, Fusheng became the leader, but with his frail body, he probably can't handle it."

"Brother Fusheng even advised us to leave the Tongxin Association back then, but he himself didn't leave."

"He was forced into it. I heard some rumors when Fusheng first arrived at Jinrong Casino."

"Sigh, there's no use talking about this. I wonder how Brother Fusheng is doing now. We two were living a really tough life back then. We were only able to survive thanks to Brother A. I don't think Brother Fusheng is doing much better."

At this moment, Chen Ada seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly strode forward and moved closer to Wei Laoda's side.

"Boss Qin," he said in a low voice, with a hint of cautious flattery, "my brother, Lin Fusheng..."

Wei Laoda glanced at him sideways.

"We grew up together. He's a really good person and he's reliable in his work."

"Lin Fusheng is currently in a minor leadership position, and he's probably having a pretty tough time. If you're interested, could you... take him on as a follower?"

The chubby boy quickly chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, Brother Fusheng is a really nice guy, he doesn't hold us back!"

Wei Laoda did not respond immediately.

He walked slowly, as if he was thinking about something.

"We'll see when the time comes. We'll see how they perform after we meet them."

Chen Ada immediately beamed with joy.

"Thank you, Boss Qin! Thank you, Boss Qin!"

He repeated it several times, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement, "If Fusheng knew you were willing to take him in, he'd be overjoyed!"

The chubby boy grinned along with him.

Only Er Gouzi.

He kept his head down and followed at the back of the group without saying a word.

His fingers quietly clenched his sleeve.

When he was young, he was the youngest of the four.

If Brother Fusheng joins them, wouldn't his status drop even further?

At this time.

Lin Fusheng stood at a distance, watching the three approach. He walked over and said slowly, "Little Fatty, Er Gou."

"Big Brother."

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Chen Ada's ears.

Chen Ada froze.

He looked up.

The sunlight on the platform was a bit dazzling, so he squinted as he looked at the young man walking towards him.

It was a face he recognized.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's different.

Chen Ada opened his mouth.

After all, they had grown up together since childhood. Due to the sudden departure of their fathers, they had to join gangs at a young age. Now that they met again, Chen Ada felt more bitterness than joy.

He called Lin Fusheng a spineless coward at first, but he soon regretted it. Fusheng was actually more clear-headed than they were.

The path of gangs is too difficult.

"Fu Sheng..."

Chen Ada's voice was a little dry.

The chubby boy and Er Gouzi also looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar boy.

Lin Fusheng stopped in front of them.

"Long time no see," he said.