When Chen Yan woke up, his master was gone, and the emergency money in the rice vat was gone.
There was a note on the table: "I will go down the mountain to play for a few days. I will take the money and treat it as a filial piety from you."
He packed up his baggage and chased him - to the martial arts hall at the foot of the mountain to pay back the old man's sword and apologize; to the Nancheng boxing market to pay off the old man's debts and write off his accounts.
The debt has been paid off, and the itching of my hands has been relieved.
The Nancheng boxing champion, the Beicheng family, the old man from Lei Mansion, the hero's banquet that happens once every ten years - the world is so lively and there are so many masters, how can he just watch.
He was sure of one thing: with his fist, he would hit the word "Chen Yan" on the table of the Heroes' Banquet.
Relaxed, passionate, win all the way, eat all the way, and make friends all the way.
