Chapter 93 Competition

"What is the relationship between Yang Dongji and you?" Fan Zheng asked eagerly. Didn't a young man make a fuss about the Yang family before? Then this person is standing in front of him now.

"If I say it has nothing to do with me, will you believe it?"

Yang Luo, who smiled quietly, looked at his hands, which were clean and flawless. These hands had never killed a person. After taking off a lot of skin, he practiced what they are today. The hands that have not killed people do not mean that they can't kill. Taiji is not used to kill people, but to maintain health, while some people pay attention to using Taiji to kill people. In this way, the division of the Yang family is inevitable.

"I don't believe it." Fan Zheng immediately denied Yang Luo's statement.

"I should have asked you what you have to do with the Yang family. I didn't expect you to ask me first." Yang Luo easily sat on the stool beside him, and Fan Zheng was rude. He also sat on the stool next to him and looked at Yang Luo. In this shop, I accidentally met the young man mentioned by Xiaoqi. Today, he wants to see what is different from ordinary people in this young man.

"Yang Dongshi is my father." Yang Luo, who did not retreat, said bluntly, which surprised Fan Zheng. Yang Luo did not feel that he would feel very awesome or domineering after saying this sentence. He just understated this relationship and proved his relationship with the Yang family. Now Yang Dongji, I'm afraid that Yang's influence in the Yang family is not as strong as Yang Shanghe. How about just one name? It can't be compared with Yang Shanghe, who has been vigorous for 20 years. Besides, the two are not at the same level at all. When compared, they are at a low end.

In terms of generation, Yang Shanghe is several generations lower than Yang Dongshi.

"Thirty years ago, Yang Dongji on the dragon list actually had a son like you, which was really beyond my expectation. It seems that my worries are superfluous. Fan Zheng said with some relief in his tone that he had learned about the incident that Yang Luo had in the Yang family. A very popular young man defeated almost all the young generation of the Yang family and left quietly without leaving a name. This style is indeed very similar to the legendary Yang Dongji.

"It seems that you know what happened to me in the Yang family." Yang Luo took a deep look at Fan Zheng and said. He didn't know Fan Zheng. He could recognize Fan Zheng at a glance because he had seen Fan Zheng's photo, an old and yellow photo. If it hadn't been for the obvious change in the appearance of the photo, he wouldn't have recognized it.

"Have you seen me?"

"I haven't seen it."

"Then how did you know me just now?"

"I have a picture of you."

Yang Luo took out a soft photo from his coat pocket. If it hadn't been specially preserved, it would have become a ball of waste paper.

Fan Zheng looked suspiciously at Yang Luo and took out a two-inch photo of black and white, which clearly showed a person's face. Compared with Fan Zheng, whether it is appearance or expression, it is roughly the same. Now Fan Zheng is just a trace of maturity and vicissitudes.

"The original photo is with you." When Fan Zheng saw this complete photo, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a stone in his heart finally fell down.

"He said that after you look at this photo, you will understand it without explaining anything. It seems so." Yang Luo handed the photo to Fan Zheng, who carefully grabbed it, then opened the black briefcase, solemnly put the photo inside, and zipped it.

"Why did you appear in this store?" After processing, Fan Zheng asked Yang Luo.

"The first time I came to Beijing, I was not familiar with the place. I had to eat with my own hands. I couldn't find a suitable job, so I had to come here to try my skills first. Fortunately, I cooked well when I was a child. The owner of this restaurant was very good to me. I think my life is very good now."

"Since you are called by him, it's a coincidence. How is your father?" Fan Zheng asked with concern that he had heard of Yang Dong Li, but had never seen a legendary figure of the Yang family. As for why he disappeared for decades, he had a reason to say with the current Yang family.

Yang Luoton was a little gloomy, but then returned to normal color and replied, "He is fine."

Fan Zheng nodded, remembered something, and said, "How did you and He Tu know each other?"

Yang Luo knew that Fan Zheng and Ye Hetu had a close relationship. Naturally, he guessed that Fan Zheng would ask him, so he said truthfully, "I just happened to pass by here. When I saw that it was recruiting people outside, I came in and have a look. Ye Hetu you mentioned was already an employee of this store before me."

"Oh." Fan Zheng agreed and didn't say anything. Since Ye Hetu wanted to work here, he was naturally not qualified to disturb him. If Yang Luo didn't want to be here, he could move some relationships to help.

Yang Luo saw Fan Zheng's idea and said first, "Don't bother. I don't want to leave this place for the time being. If I want to leave in the future, I will tell you then."

"The Yang-style orthodox Tai Chi 30 years ago is said to be very powerful?" Fan Zheng approached Yang Luo and asked unexpectedly. Ye Hetu defeated Yang Qi in the Forbidden City, and he could see it clearly next to him.

"Awesome?" Yang Luo shook his head and did not admit this statement. Taiji is used to nourish his body, but if it is used to kill people, it can not only be described by the two words of power, four words: extremely powerful. It is not too much to use the exaggerated statement of one against one hundred on Tai Chi.

"Taiji is not used to show off in our Yang family. Real Taiji masters are better at hiding their own strength." Yang Luo said softly that he had long seen that Ye Hetu had been deliberately suppressing his strength. Either Ye Hetu was more powerful than he imagined, or Ye Hetu could not do anything at all. Yang Luo believes more in the former possibility. Ye Hetu disappeared for two days and should have done something that would not be too ordinary.

"Hetu has also learned Tai Chi. You two can learn from each other when you have time." Fan Zheng laughed and said that the Taiji of the Yang family will not be lost. There is an orthodox descendant of the Yang family standing in front of him. There is nothing else to worry about. Fan Zheng and the Yang family have a very deep relationship. There are some things that he can't tell Yang Luo yet. When the time is ripe, Yang Luo will naturally know.

"Oh? Which school of Tai Chi did he learn? Yang Luo didn't expect that Ye Hetu could also learn Tai Chi. Usually, he couldn't see that Ye Hetu had learned Tai Chi.

Hearing Yang Luo ask this, the smile on Fan Zheng's face was even more interesting.

"What he can do is your Yang's Tai Chi."

"What? You said he learned the Tai Chi of our Yang family!"

Yang Luo was surprised that the Yang family's Taiji has never been passed on. How did Ye Hetu learn it? Is it possible that someone leaked the secret? Yang's Taiji passed from man to woman to man, not from inside to outside. This rule was set by the ancestors. No one dared to change it, which is tantamount to challenging the authority of the Yang family.

Fan Zheng said righteously, "That's good. And it's still Yang's orthodox Taiji 30 years ago.

"What evidence is there?"

Yang Luo is seriously skeptical of Fan Zheng's words. He has been to the Yang family. Few people in it can learn the Yang family's orthodox Taiji, which has been lost for nearly 30 years. In addition to some fancy stalls, only a few moves with spiritual points are only available.

"I remember that in the orthodox Yang's Taiji, there is a trick called eight winds motion?"

"Yes."

"Hetu once used this trick in front of me. It was the eight winds that didn't move."

"But is that so?"

Yang Luo stood up, carrying one hand behind him, and the other hand drew an arc and pushed it to the stool below. A sinking wooden stool weighing nearly 20 catties was gently pushed by Yang Luo. It actually moved back and there with the hand shape. Ye Hetu, who happened to come out, took a panoramic view of the scene.

"Are you performing acrobatics?"

Yang Luo stopped moving his hand, turned to Ye Hetu, and said curiously, "Will you not move?"

Ye Hetu looked at Fan Zheng, who nodded and signaled that he had told Yang Luo about this matter.

"Are you from the Yang family?"

"Yes."

"The orthodox descendant of Yang's Taiji?"

"Not bad."

"Yang Dongji's son's name turned out to be Yang Luo." Ye Hetu looked at Yang Luo casually and said that the direct descendant of Yang's Taiji is now asking him this question and is qualified to let him answer directly.

"Can you tell me the reason now?"

Yang Luo's tone is not like questioning. He worked with Ye Hetu in this store for a few days, and the relationship was relatively harmonious. The two of them didn't talk much and got along well with each other. You will never turn against each other because of one sentence.

"The eight winds don't move, I can tell you that I will, but if you ask me where I learned it, I'm sorry, I can't answer." Ye Hetu touched his nose. This question was not easy to answer, and it was a long story. He didn't have this idea and preparation in advance, and he couldn't explain it clearly.

"How many Tai Chis of the Yang family do you know?" Yang Luo asked again that this was the first person he met when he came out to meet the orthodox Tai Chi of the Yang family. Whether the surname is Yang or not, since he has learned Yang's Tai Chi, Yang Luo is qualified to challenge him. No matter which side is defeated, there is no objective good or bad.

"Maybe you can do it. I can do it all."

Since today's competition can't be avoided, Ye Hetu simply said clearly.

"When and where."

"Do you really want to fight?"

Ye Hetu said helplessly that it was not that he didn't want to fight, but that he didn't want to bully others.

Yang Luo smiled and said, "After knowing each other for so long, now is an opportunity to get to know each other. What's wrong?"

Ye Hetu admitted Yang Luo's words, no longer refused, and said bluntly.

"Don't cry if you lose later."

Yang Luo was stunned. For the first time, he found that Ye Hetu was so arrogant. Usually, when he saw Ye Hetu's lazy appearance, he still didn't believe that Ye Hetu would be Yang's Tai Chi.

"Do you think you can beat me?"

"Two hundred percent confidence."

Without saying hello to anyone, Ye Hetu and Yang Luo walked straight out of the hot pot restaurant.

Fan Zheng sat in his seat and did not move. He was going to sit here and wait.

Wait until the conjecture in your heart is confirmed.

In his impression, Ye Hetu has never been defeated.