Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

But how could Xiaocheng's injuries heal overnight?

While talking, Tang Yun walked in outside.

She glanced at a few people and said.

"Why are you still standing here, pack up quickly, Xiaocheng has been discharged from the hospital."

Zhang Nian jumped off the bed and looked at Tang Shandao next to him.

"You guys help clean up first."

After speaking, he turned and walked outside.

When he walked up the corridor, Zhang Nian suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know what office this He Xiaoxuan belonged to.

He could only run to the nurse's station.

However, something strange happened.

When Zhang Nian reported He Xiaoxuan's name, the nurses in the nurse's station looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a few seconds, he said to himself that there was no such person.

No such person?

Zhang Nian only felt that his mind suddenly became chaotic.

Could it be that I am dreaming now?How could there be no such person?

Then He Xiaoxuan is a real person, and he has been with her for a few days.

In the hospital, nothing too unusual.

Thinking of this, Zhang Nian turned to check the attending doctor in Xiaocheng.

Only then did he know that the attending doctor in Xiaocheng was not He Xiaoxuan at all.

And Xiaocheng was only slightly injured, so his attending doctor would not stare at him every day like He Xiaoxuan.

After Zhang Nian thought about it, this was probably the only thing that He Xiaoxuan did a little strangely.

But they don't know this He Xiaoxuan, so what is the purpose of her coming?

Just as he was thinking, he heard a person approaching from the side.

"Master Zhang, we should go."

As soon as Zhang Nian turned around, he saw that the fat man had walked to the side at some point.

He looked at Zhang Nian with a grin.

Zhang Nian froze for a moment, then nodded.

The three of them led Xiao Cheng out of the ward.

At this time, several luxury cars came from a distance.

Here's a convoy with a banner that reads.

Congratulations to Brother Xiaocheng to go home.

"You did this?"

Seeing this, Zhang Nian was taken aback for a moment, then turned to ask the fat man next to him.

This kind of thing, except for the fat man, probably no one else can do it.

But the fat man had a panicked expression on his face, he quickly waved his hand and said.

"Master Zhang, this is wronged, this is really not me."

"It's not like you can have someone else?"

Zhang Nian was speechless.

As soon as the words were finished, the car door suddenly opened, and several people stepped down from it.

Seeing them, Zhang Nian's expression changed.

He stared at each other coldly.

The leading one turned out to be Xiao Bu.

And behind, Xiao Dongyue followed, with a reluctance on his face.

When Zhang Nian and the others were in a daze, Xiao Bu had already walked over, and he bowed to Zhang Nian.

Turning around suddenly, he kicked Xiao Dongyue's ass violently.

Xiao Dongyue was stunned for a moment, then hurried over, bowed his head reluctantly, and said.

"I'm sorry, Master Zhang. I was young and frivolous before, and I hope you can forgive me."

Zhang Nian looked at them in confusion.

I don't know which one they played.

At this time, I saw Xiao Bu walking over and saying.

"Master Zhang, our father and son have offended us a lot before. I brought my dog ​​Dongyue to apologize this time. By the way, I heard that Xiaocheng is going back. We are here to pick you up. I hope you can forgive us."

Zhang Nian chuckled, looked at Xiao Bu, and said.

"I accept the apology, but you don't need to pick it up. We have so few people and don't need so many cars."

After speaking, Zhang Nian glanced at the fat man.

The fat man understood, and hurried to the big g next to him, and opened the car door.

Zhang Nian and the others turned around, got into the car, and walked outside.

Back at the martial arts hall, Tang Yun sent Xiao Cheng back to rest, while Zhang Nian and the others stood in the hall.

Tangshan Road.

"Why didn't you let the other party send us back just now?"

Zhang Nian sneered.

"The Xiaobu father and son are not easy to deal with. You should also know that there may not be any bad things hidden in their stomachs. If we agree now, wouldn't we have fallen into a trap?"

Zhang Nian knew that there must be a reason why Xiao Bu came to apologize.

If Zhang Nian agreed, Xiao Bu would directly put his attitude here.

Once Zhang Nian forgives them, they reopen the Plum Blossom Mantis Pavilion, which will be beneficial and harmless to them.

Everything returns to its original state.

The arena in the martial arts hall was set up again, and the class started again.

After several days of challenges, Zhang Nian has almost defeated all the schools that came to challenge.

It was widely rumored in Qingyun City that Zhang Nian was already the number one master in Qingyun City.

On this day, a monk came in from the outside.

The monk was wearing a brocade cassock, holding an alms bowl in his hand, and twirling a Buddhist bead in his other hand, he walked in slowly.

When he saw Zhang Nian, he smiled slightly and recited Amitabha.

"Benefactor, I heard that a ring is set up here, and the poor monk came here to take a look."

Zhang Nian looked this monk up and down, and he already knew it in his heart.

Although the clothes this monk was wearing were very nice, but judging from his words and deeds, he was not a real monk at all.

The ring scar on his head is crooked.

The most important thing is that it is not a real ring scar at all.

Zhang Nian doubted that the ring scar on the monk's head was just painted on.

Also, his hair looked freshly shaved.

Zhang Nian smiled, walked to the front, and said.

"This master, it's not just as simple as wanting to come and take a look."

The monk laughed, put down all the things in his hands, and walked to the ring.

"Since the benefactor has said so, it seems impolite for me to use only two tricks."

Zhang Nian's expression changed and he stepped onto the ring.

Of course he knew what the monk was thinking.

Pretending to be a monk, no matter what tricks are used, the following group of people who don't know what's going on will definitely attribute the monk's tricks to Shaolin's tricks.

In this way, no matter which faction the monk belongs to, his faction can avoid being at the forefront of the storm.

In this way, whether he loses or wins, it doesn't matter to him.

But Zhang Nian originally wanted to teach these fake masters a lesson, so he naturally didn't care about it.

As for the origin of this monk, Zhang Nian doesn't have to worry about it.

Two people stood on the stage, and the monk made a gesture.

Zhang Nian could tell at a glance that although he was posing in a Shaolin posture, his movements were very deformed.

It looks like I just learned it.

Zhang Nian chuckled and said.

"Since the master is a monk, I will let you do three tricks."

"Boy, don't be too arrogant."

Before the monk finished speaking, he rushed over.