Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

The lunatic's son is called Xiaocheng. Unlike the lunatic, Xiaocheng looks very honest.

Not even a word was spoken from home to here.

All the information was told to Zhang Nian by the madman's mother.

In Zhang Nian's view, Xiaocheng may even be a little autistic.

When they returned to the martial arts hall, the three brothers of the Yang family and the father and daughter of the Tang family were all sitting in the martial arts hall.

It is estimated that the students have all gone home, and they seem to be holding some kind of meeting.

Seeing Zhang Nian coming back, several people stood up.

Tang Yun ran over from the side and looked Zhang Niandao up and down.

"Are you all right? No one beat you?"

Zhang Nian shook his head.

After Tang Yun confirmed that Zhang Nian was fine, she discovered the small town next to him.

She looked at Zhang Nian strangely, Zhang Nian frowned and said.

"Let's talk about this for a while, you guys take Xiaocheng to take a bath or something, come to Yang Fei."

Yang Fei hurried over when he heard this, and dragged Xiaocheng towards the bathing hall inside.

Sit down, Yang Chuan said with a serious face.

"Master, I have called a lot of people recently to find out who is framing you, but the strange thing is that there doesn't seem to be any clues now."

Zhang Nian sneered and said.

"You don't need to check, you can check someone named Yin San."

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Zhang Nian. Did Zhang Nian even know who framed him during the time he was arrested?
Zhang Nian didn't hide it, and directly told them everything the lunatic had told him before.

Tang Shan nodded thoughtfully, pointed in the direction of the bathing hall and said.

"So this child is the child of a lunatic?"

Zhang Nian nodded.

"But you have to help me keep this secret. I don't want this kid to grow up with hatred in his heart."

The crowd responded.

Yang Chuan took out the phone and said.

"Master, are you sure this lunatic didn't lie to you?"

Zhang Nian smiled coldly.

Although the lunatic does seem to be worthy of the name, he is crazy, and his shots are very vicious.

But when it comes to family members, Zhang Nian can see the softness in the madman's eyes.

Therefore, he still believed in madmen.

Besides, when a person is dying, there is no need to lie.

Yang Chuan nodded and dialed the phone.

After the meeting ended that night, Zhang Nian didn't go back to his home, and directly found a room in the martial arts hall to sleep.

After explaining to the father and daughter of the Tang family, Xiaocheng will be taken by them temporarily.

Early the next morning, Zhang Nian was already awakened by the sound outside.

After he walked down the stairs, what he saw was not Yang Fei who was cleaning.

It was a small town that was punching and kicking a dummy.

Seeing Zhang Nian coming down, Xiaocheng was stunned for a moment, and quickly picked up the broom next to him.

Zhang Nian smiled and said.

"It seems that Xiaocheng is still interested in this kung fu."

Xiaocheng heard Zhang Nian's words, put down the broom, walked over and spoke.

"Can you take me in as an apprentice?"

Zhang Nian frowned, speaking of this small town, it was the only remaining descendant of the lunatic.

If he doesn't care about it, the child doesn't know what he will be like in the future.

Since I have already planned to take care of it, it seems like a good thing to directly accept it as an apprentice.

Zhang Nian nodded and said.

"It's okay to accept you as an apprentice, but I want to see how your innate talent is."

Xiaocheng nodded and rushed to the dummy again.

I saw him punching and kicking.

Although the child didn't have much strength, Zhang Nian frowned when he saw it.

This kid's moves are similar to his father's, and every move reveals a vicious force.

Zhang Nian nodded and said.

"Okay, Xiaocheng, stop beating me, I'll accept you."

Xiaocheng heard Zhang Nian's words, knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed three times to him.

Zhang Nian waved his hand.

He doesn't care much about these etiquettes, he only worries about one thing now, that is, the small town must not be like Sun Zhengdao in the future.

When the time comes to betray Shimen, he may be more ruthless than Sun Zhengdao.

Yang Chuan's people were already waiting at the door.

Seeing Zhang Nian open the door, the man got out of the car, walked up to him, bowed his head, and said.

"Master Zhang, Mr. Yang asked me to send this, and he said that you must open it yourself."

Zhang Nian looked up at the man. The man looked about 1.7 meters tall, but there seemed to be many scars on his body.

There are marks on the exposed skin, and, presumably to cover up his scars, the man's body is almost covered with tattoos.

Zhang Nian looked at it, and what he sent over was a document bag.

It seems that there is something thick inside.

Zhang Nian took it away, nodded, and said.

"Okay, I'll take it first."

The man turned away.

Just as Zhang Nian was about to turn around and go back, suddenly a familiar voice sounded in his mind.

"Ding, a new quest is open, defeat Yin San. The quest reward is the middle-level mystery of Tong Bei Fist."

Zhang Nian came back to his senses.

It hasn't been long since I have just comprehended the elementary mysteries, and now I am about to rush to the intermediate level.

This kind of speed, I'm afraid even today's martial arts masters can't reach this level.

He smiled happily and opened the file bag in his hand.

I saw a thick stack of materials inside, almost all of which belonged to Yin San.

The first one contains some basic information about Yin San, as well as his photo.

The rest is some of his resume.

When Zhang Nian saw Yin San's resume, he frowned involuntarily.

Because of Yin San's resume, he could almost write a book.

He used to learn various styles of martial arts.

Moreover, he once worked as a mercenary overseas.

In other words, compared with a lunatic, this Yin San is more like a killer.

He may have really killed someone and seen blood.

Zhang Nian flipped through the files one by one, barely finishing Yin San's files in two hours.

A rough outline formed in his mind.

This Yin San should also be regarded as a desperado.

When I was young, I rushed abroad.

After working as a mercenary abroad for several years, he came back alive.

Then he began to practice martial arts in various sects.

The strangest thing is that in his resume, there are many related to Wushu Association.

Zhang Nian couldn't help being a little confused about this.

Because the martial arts association has always only recruited some people who practice martial arts.

It seems that they don't want this special status.

But why is this Yin San so impressive to them?

Zhang Nian put away the materials, turned around and walked inside the building, picked up the phone, and called Yang Chuan.

"Hey, Yang Chuan, where is Yin San now?"