Fu Bo replied: "The number of refugees is far beyond our expectations, and our food can last at most two days. In other words, we will have no grain reserves after the day after tomorrow."

  Upon hearing this, Shen You furrowed his brow and said: "What's to be done now? Second Brother said that as long as we hold on for three days, everything will be fine. But it's only been two days so far."

  "Why don't we go consult with Old Master Er again?" Fu Bo suggested.

  "Master, Captain Zhao requests an audience."

  At this time, a servant ran over and said to Shen You.

  Upon hearing this, Shen You's eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "That's it! We don't have to worry about food anymore."

  "Go and see Captain Zhao."

  Shen You said and then went with Fu Bo to the front yard.

  On the second day, Yang Chengye opened the door to find two carts of medicine neatly stacked at his doorstep, with two household servants sleeping soundly beside them.

  Yang Chengye sighed: "It's really hard for them!"

  Yang Chengye woke up two of his servants and told them to go back to their rooms to rest, but they refused to leave no matter what he said, so Yang Chengye had no choice but to let them stay.

  Leaving the Shen family, Yang Chengye came to a dilapidated temple outside Jiaxing City. Although this temple was shabby, it had a vast open space in front of it and few people passed by.

  Yang Chengye was planning to practice some martial arts moves here, after all he only roughly understood them and had not actually practiced before.

  Although his true yuan was strong in his body, he was like the initial Huang Chang, having only internal strength but no techniques, and even less experience in fighting against enemies.

  Huang Chang learned his martial arts moves through getting beaten up by others in fights, Yang Chengye wouldn't be so stupid as to let others hit him on purpose.

  Yang Chengye stood in front of the broken temple, stretching his body and doing radio exercises, then practiced the military boxing that their instructor had taught them during university military training.

  "Little devil, what kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

  Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Yang Chengye, and even he did not notice that someone was approaching.

  To know that Yang Chengyi has practiced internal power through Yi Jin Jing and has achieved keen hearing and clear vision, even if he hasn't reached the level of seeing six roads and hearing eight directions, any movement within a ten-meter radius cannot escape his ears and eyes.

  At this moment, someone approached himself without realizing it, and it can be seen that the person who came is not simple.

  Yang Chengye stopped in his tracks, turned around, and saw a young man wearing a short jacket and coarse linen pants, with a small braid tied behind his head, looking at him with great interest.

  "Who are you?" Yang Chengye asked.

  The newcomer did not answer Yang Chengye's question, but instead continued to ask: "Tell me, what kind of martial arts do you practice? I've never seen it before?"

  Yang Chengye laughed and said: "There are only a few hundred or thousand martial arts in the world, have you seen them all?"

  "Of course," said the newcomer seriously. "I have traveled extensively with my senior brother to the south and north, and I have seen countless martial arts skills, but the one you are practicing is something I have never seen before."

  "Hurry up and tell me, what kind of martial arts have you been practicing."

  Yang Chengye thought to himself, "This person looks quite intelligent, how can he be so ignorant of the ways of the world? Even someone who has never set foot in the martial arts world knows that each family's martial arts are most afraid of being spied on by others, yet this person is inquiring about other people's martial arts."

  But for Yang Chengfu, military body boxing didn't matter much, so he just let it go.

  "I practice my own unique fist and footwork skills."

  Yang Chengye looked at the newcomer with a smile.

  Hahaha

  Suddenly, someone burst out laughing and said: "What are you bragging about? In this world, apart from my senior brother, I have not seen anyone else who can create their own martial arts except for Zhou Botong."

  "You little devil, don't deceive me!"

  Yang Chengye shook his head and suddenly looked up at the person who came in, asking: "Who did you say you are?"

  "Who's there?" asked someone, "My name is Zhou Botong, what's going on?"

  Upon hearing Zhou Botong's affirmative answer, Yang Chengyu was suddenly shocked, this person turned out to be the Old Villain Zhou Botong.

  "Are you Zhou Botong? Then your senior brother is Wang Chongyang?"

  Yang Chengye looked at Zhou Botong with some excitement.

  "Do you know my senior fellow disciple?"

  Zhou Botong asked curiously: "You little devil, aren't you deceiving me?"

  Yang Chengye said with interest: "I don't know Wang Chongyang, but I've heard of his name."

  "He is the leader of the Quanzhen School of Mount Zhongnan."

  Hahaha

  Zhou Botong burst out laughing: "You've been caught talking big, I have indeed always been at Mount Zhongnan, but I live in an ancient tomb, the Quanzhen Sect has never even heard of it."

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengyi thought to himself: "It seems that at this time Wang Chongyang has not yet established the Quanzhen Sect."

  "Why aren't you staying in the ancient tomb? What are you running out for?"

  Yang Chengye looked at Zhou Botong and asked.

  Upon hearing this, Zhou Botong's face turned long and he pouted, saying: "I was listening to my master's words and staying in the ancient tomb, but one day a fierce woman came, she didn't say a word and just hit me, I wasn't her match, and was beaten badly by her."

  "She also drove me out and said I wouldn't be allowed back into the ancient tomb until I found my senior brother."

  After hearing Zhou Botong's words, Yang Chengyi suddenly remembered that Wang Chongyang was the one who obtained Huang Zong's "Nine Yin True Classics" when he left the ancient tomb.

  Now that I have obtained the Nine Yin Manual, it means there won't be a later Hua Shan debate on swordplay, nor will there be a great war among the five great experts to contend for the Nine Yin Manual.

  It was Lin Chaoying who had been chasing Wang Chongyang all along that drove Zhou Botong out of the ancient tomb.

  Wang Chongyang organized a righteous army to resist the Jin soldiers, but unfortunately, his efforts were in vain. He retreated and hid in an ancient tomb on Mount Zhongnan.

  Lin Chao Ying was infatuated with Wang Chung Yang, but Wang Chung Yang wanted to become a Taoist priest, which enraged Lin Chao Ying and she shouted curses at him.

  Lin Chongying drove Zhou Botong out to find Wang Chongyang, there must be another deeper meaning.

  Yang Cheng thought of this and said to Zhou Botong: "Then why don't you go find your senior brother quickly?"

  Zhou Botong sighed and said: "I don't know where Shifu went either. The world is so big, where should I go to find him?"

  "I think your kung fu skills are quite interesting, why don't we have a friendly match?"

  Zhou Botong said, his fist raised, a straight punch heading straight for Yang Cheng's face.

  "Qī Shí èr Lù Kōng Míng Quán?" translates to "Seventy-two Road Empty Bright Fist?"

  Yang Chengye shouted and quickly raised his hand to block, while punching Zhou Botong's abdomen.

  Zhou Botong's body shifted slightly, barely avoiding Yang Chengyu's punch.

  "Do you know my boxing?"

  Zhou Botong was entangled with Yang Chaoyue while asking.

  Yang Chengyi didn't know where he would learn the 72 Routes of Empty Fist, he only knew that Zhou Botong could only do the 72 Routes of Empty Fist and Mutual Striking of Left and Right before shooting the eagle.

  Mutual Hands Striking is a skill created by Zhou Botong when he was trapped on Peach Island by Huang Yaoshi, which would not be possible at this time.

  Yang Chengye said vaguely: "I've heard of it."

  Yang Chengye said, raising his fists and striking them against Zhou Botong's ears, while simultaneously lifting his leg and using the knee to forcefully strike Zhou Botong's abdomen.

  "when"

  A dull sound rang out, and Yang Cheng's knee seemed to crash into steel as he and Zhou Botong retreated backwards simultaneously.

  Zhou Botong rubbed his belly and said: "Little devil, you're quite strong, but your fists and feet are a bit clumsy. It seems that you really don't know any martial arts!"