When Cong Yang opened his eyes again, it was already the afternoon of the third day." I didn't expect to be hit in the chest by Master. It hurts so much. If Master wants to spar again in the future, I definitely won't agree. It's too painful. How long have I been sleeping?" Cong Yang slowly got up and put on his clothes. When he went out, he saw Tong Yuan forging iron. There was a spear beside the table and a note on the table." Disciple, I have something to do. I'll be back in the evening.""This spear is a weapon that Master forged for you these two days. It's a gift for you, but you can't use it now because it's too heavy. You can only use it when you've mastered your martial arts in the future. The spear hasn't been named yet, but you can think of a name."
Cong Yang looked at the note and his eyes became moist. He had only been in the Eastern Han for a few days and had experienced life and death. His master had picked him up from the gates of hell and saved his life. After he became his master, he had forged weapons for him. She suddenly thought that Tong Yuan might be the only one who treated her the best besides her parents. "Master, this disciple will not forget your life-saving grace. In the future, I will definitely treat you well.”
In the evening, Cong Yang stayed at the blacksmith's shop for four hours (four hours in the Eastern Han Dynasty). He didn't know where his master had gone, nor did he know if he was in danger. He looked around and after a while, a carriage stopped in front of the blacksmith's shop. Tong Yuan got out of the carriage, followed by a child about 17.8 years old. The child was about eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was handsome, white, beardless, and eight feet tall. He had a broad face and heavy chin, and looked majestic. "Yang Er, why are you standing at the door?”，Tong Yuan asked,"I saw that Master left a note saying that you would be back in the evening. I was worried about you, so I waited for you at the door." Cong Yang said,"You're really my good disciple. Come, you should call this Fourth Junior Brother. He's called Zhao Yun, the child of my sworn brother. He sent him to me to learn martial arts, so I'm going to fetch him." "Yun 'er is here to pay her respects to your Third Senior Brother." After Tong Yuan finished speaking, Zhao Yun obediently bowed to Cong Yang."Third Senior Brother, please accept Zilong's bow." Cong Yang thought,"Zhao Zilong is one of the Five Tiger Generals of Shu Kingdom. He's always victorious. He's skilled in both literature and martial arts. He's famous all over the world. If I want to make a name for myself among all the vassals in the future, I'm more confident now that I have Zilong."
" Alright, alright, Zilong. From now on, we're not just fellow disciples, we're also brothers." Cong Yang happily pulled Zilong into the house." This heartless little thing, don't you care about your master?"”，Tong Yuan scolded with a smile. That night, Cong Yang and Zhao Yun stayed in the same room. From the moment they were born to the moment they met, they talked about everything. Cong Yang secretly decided to treat Zhao Yun as his own brother. For modern people, they might think that brothers were very close and played together every day. When it came to critical times, most people's relationships were not reliable. However, fellow disciples could give their backs to each other.
The next day, at about four o'clock in the morning, Tong Yuan knocked on the door." You two little brats, get up and practice. If you don't work hard, what if you leave me in the future?!"”，When Cong Yang heard these words, it was as if he had returned to his bitter life in high school.
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