The Return of the Demon

"I never thought we could see Mr. Lan alive again."

"I never thought Mr. Lan could write such a masterpiece at such a young age. He's amazing!"

"Come on, let's thank Mr. Lan together!"

Dozens of big men surrounded Ning Chen, clasped their fists and leaned forward, saying in unison: "Thank you, Mr. Lan!"

Ning Chen dug his toes into the ground in embarrassment.

This way of thanking people is too special.

"You don't have to be so polite... I wrote that poem out of respect for General Chen."

As soon as Ning Chen finished speaking, a deep and deep voice sounded: "What are you doing? Is there anyone who treats guests like this?"

Ning Chen turned his head and saw that it was General Chen.

The middle-aged man said, "Old General, Master Lan used a poem to untie your knot, and we are thanking him."

"Go back to training... Don't scare him with your way of thanking."

The crowd parted, and Ning Chen hurried forward to salute, "Lan Xing greets General Chen!"

"You're welcome!" General Chen said with a smile, "Are all your injuries healed?"

"Thank you General Chen for your concern, they are all healed!"

General Chen nodded, turned his head and said to the middle-aged man beside him, "Yuan Zhong, Lan Xing came here to learn some self-defense skills to protect himself."

"He is weak and weak, you take him to exercise first... Remember, don't tire him out."

Ning Chen wanted to laugh, the name of the middle-aged man sounded like an ungrateful person.

Yuan Zhong looked puzzled, "I feel that Master Lan's skills are not inferior to mine."

General Chen looked stunned.

Yuan Zhong explained, "Just now I grabbed Master Lan's wrist, and he reacted very quickly. He not only escaped, but also fought me off."

General Chen's expression changed from stunned to surprised.

He turned his head and looked at Ning Chen, "Have you practiced martial arts?"

Ning Chen was once the commander of a special forces unit. He was proficient in grappling, climbing, reconnaissance, wrestling, etc. He also dabbled in some ancient martial arts, such as Bajiquan.

It's just that his body is too weak now, and many of his skills cannot be used.

He came to the general's mansion just to exercise well and make his body stronger.

In the face of General Chen's question, Ning Chen shook his head and said, "I have never practiced martial arts. I just read some books about boxing and kicking, and I figured it out for a while."

"As expected of Mr. Lan, you are really a genius... You can beat me back just by figuring it out. It's amazing!"

Yuan Zhong was full of admiration. After a pause, he continued, "Mr. Lan's counterattack just now was fierce and swift, but he was a little weak and lacked strength."

"Old General, Mr. Lan is definitely a martial arts genius. If you give him some time, I think he will definitely become a top-notch master."

General Chen was full of surprise.

"Heroes are born young. You are talented and know military strategies, and you are also a martial arts genius... Practice well. If you want to go to the battlefield, I can recommend you."

Ning Chen said modestly, "General Chen, you are too kind!"

"Good boy, I don't know whose son you are? Your parents must be blessed to have such an outstanding child like you."

Ning Chen's mouth twitched.

His mother was cheated by a scumbag and became depressed. No medicine could cure her and she died at a young age.

But Ning Ziming, this bastard, lived a very comfortable life.

It is true that good people do not live long, but evil lasts for thousands of years.

Ning Chen was stunned for a moment. He seemed to really think of himself as Ning Chen in this world.

"Lan Xing, when do you want to start training?"

Ning Chen said, "Is it okay now?"

General Chen smiled and said, "You are still impatient. Okay... Yuan Zhong, take Lan Xing to the martial arts field."

"Lan Xing, don't go back at noon... I will host a banquet, you can drink two cups with me!"

Ning Chen clasped his fists, "Lan Xing obeys!"

The general's mansion occupies a large area and has a special martial arts field.

In addition to Emperor Xuan, the only one who dared to raise soldiers privately in this place in the capital was General Chen.

However, these soldiers were all recorded in the book. They were all old subordinates who had followed General Chen, and there were not many of them.

Ning Chen followed Yuan Zhong to the martial arts field.

I asked on the road just now. Yuanzhong's surname is Qi, and his full name is Qi Yuanzhong.

In the martial arts arena, a group of strong men, naked upper bodies, muscular, carrying logs, are running around the martial arts arena, sweating profusely.

Ning Chen was a little dazed, as if he had returned to his former military life.

"Mr. Lan, just run with them first and stretch your body first."

"Okay!"

Ning Chen didn't waste any words. He took off his cloak and folded it aside, then took off the thin clothes inside, revealing his dry upper body.

Ning Chen looked at his figure, which was a little embarrassed, like a rib that had become a spirit.

Qi Yuanzhong smiled and said, "Mr. Lan, the weather is too cold, and you are weak. Don't catch a cold."

"It's okay, Brother Qi, you don't need to take special care of me."

Ning Chen walked over and carried a log with effort, his legs trembling.

Qi Yuanzhong hurriedly said, "Mr. Lan, why don't you change to a thinner log? You can't eat a big fat man in one bite, let's do it step by step."

Ning Chen nodded awkwardly and agreed.

Because now he couldn't even walk, let alone run.

Finally, he changed to a thinner log and ran with the soldiers.

But this body was in too poor condition. After running a lap, he was exhausted and panting.

"Mr. Lan, can you take a rest?"

These soldiers were the ones who had just surrounded Ning Chen outside the gate.

Seeing Ning Chen was so tired that his face was red and sweaty, they were worried that he couldn't bear it.

"I'm fine, this is just the beginning. Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in war, come on, run!"

I thought that a weak young man like Lan Xing could only run two laps at most.

Who knew that Ning Chen ran more than ten laps in one breath. Although he was sweating and panting, he didn't mean to stop.

Such perseverance made these veterans who came down from the battlefield admire him.

Young men in the capital either rode horses or took sedan chairs when they went out, weak and powerless... Ning Chen, a man of extraordinary talent, was willing to deal with these rough people, and he was so perseverant, which was refreshing.

"Mr. Lan, it's the fifteenth lap, take a break?"

Qi Yuanzhong shouted, fearing that Ning Chen would be tired.

"No, I can run a few more laps."

Ning Chen ran for twenty laps before stopping.

A group of strong men came over, some handed him water, some gave him massages, to help him activate his blood circulation and relieve his fatigue.

"Mr. Lan, your poems are worth a fortune now. You can sell any poem and have no worries about food and drink... Why do you have to come and suffer this?"

Someone asked curiously.

Ning Chen smiled and said, "The body is the biggest asset, everything else is empty."

"Think about it, even if I have a lot of gold and silver, and there are beautiful women around me, but my body is not good, I have the will but not the strength, isn't it too sad?"

"For example, if you go to a brothel, you spend a lot of money, but your body is not good, how unfair it is to spend the money, and you have to be laughed at."

A group of rough guys, once they talk about women, they can't stop, and all kinds of dirty words come out immediately.

"I didn't expect that Master Lan is also a man of temperament?"

"Master Lan, when I save enough money, I will invite you to the Jiaofangsi."

"Master Lan, are you free tonight? I will invite you to the brothel to listen to music."