In this way, an is left in the bamboo grove by Yu Bing, and he and Bei Qingzhi go to see the old man.

Although the traditional martial arts of China has declined and the ancient martial arts have risen, martial arts schools are still available in every city.

There are only three martial arts schools in xiahai. They are Beijia martial arts school, Dujia martial arts school and Xiangshi martial arts school.

Although the three families advance and retreat in the overall situation, most of the time they are still fighting in the dark.

The Bei family "do they like to do it or not? The Bei family is thin. How can they go out and suffer from this kind of suffering?"

The old man put the teacup heavily on the table.

Just as the woman in red was silent, the doorbell of the office rang.

"In."

Seeing his grandson come in, the old man's face softened.

Bei Qingzhi glanced at the woman and then fell on the old man.

"Grandfather."

"Well, sit down. How can I come to the martial arts school today?"

The old man always likes his grandson very much. In order to cure xiaoqingzhi, he sold his old face.

Yu Bing stood by and glanced at the woman. Bei Qingzhi nodded and said, "move your body. By the way, look at Wu Xiong."

Nodded, the old man pointed to the woman in front of him and said, "this is Mrs. Wu."

"Madame Wu."

Bei Qingzhi turned his head to the woman and bowed. Yu Bing also nodded symbolically.

"This is the son of the eldest brother's family. I haven't seen him for so many years. He's a lot stronger. By the way, what's this? It can't be the children of the second family

Mrs. Wu stood up and looked at Yu Bing, but she was not sure.

Feeling the woman's eyes, Yu Bing's face didn't change any expression, it was still the light smile of wind and cloud.

Mrs. Wu nodded, as if satisfied with the young man's attitude.

Then she turned her head and looked at Bei Qingzhi.

"How's your mother doing?"

"Good morning, my mother. Thank you for your concern."

Mrs. Wu lowered her head, sighed, and said in a nostalgic tone, "it's good to be safe. I haven't seen her these years, and I don't answer her phone."

At the end of the speech, the lady's tone suddenly became plaintive.

"Come on, it's worth the trip to see you today, Mr. Bei. I'll go back and tell old Tai Jun to look for some people in other martial arts schools."

Who knows to hear these three words of Lao Tai Jun, the old man Bei is not calm in an instant.

"Wait a minute!"

Just picked up the bag of Lady Wu, the corners of her mouth showed a faint smile.

"What's the matter, old man?"

"What else can I do? I've thought of a candidate. The girl of the fourth family and the girl of the third family are enough for the youth group."

A fox like smile appeared on Mrs. Wu's face.

"Enough, enough, so there is only one youth group missing. Sure enough, the old man still cares about the old prince."

Mr. Bei's face turned red, and his hands trembled, but he still said, "what do you care? This old woman is older than me. If you want her to look for her, you can't lose her life."

Mrs. Wu laughed noncommittally and grabbed her satchel.

"Qingzhi, go back and tell your mother that I've met you. Help me take a good one."

After a few giggles, only yesun and Yubing were left in the room. It took a long time for the car to start outside the window.

"Grandfather, what did you say two cousins do just now?"

After thinking for a while, Bei Qingzhi asked a question that would be answered.

"Sit down, you two. Don't worry about that."

Mr. Bei pointed to the seat where Mrs. Wu was sitting just now.

After seeing them sit down, Mr. Bei poured another cup of tea: "it's not easy for me to explain to you. After all, there are too many things involved, but you just need to know it's a competition."

"Here's a letter. Have a look."

The old man handed the letter to Yu Bing and Bei Qingzhi.

Bei Qingzhi received the letter. He was familiar with the signature on it - Xie Wuping.

President of Chinese Wushu Association.

"The boy didn't know how to talk with others. After three days of talking, the three sides reached a consensus that each team should send a team to Europe to play. The members should not be more than 22 years old."

"That group of old guys are against the association all day long, and the rest of the martial arts schools are more famous in Xia Hai's side. People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, so I've come here."

The resentment in the old man's words is not hard to hear.

"Are two cousins going to our house?"

Bei Qingzhi looked at the letter and thought of the two cousins like porcelain dolls. The two girls were taken by Bei Wuxiong and had a good relationship with themselves.

"Yes, you and Wuxiong are the only boys. The youth group is full. Wuxiong can't go, and you can't go either. You can only let those two girls go. I'm going to discuss this with your father."