A few days later, the Gong family courtyard was filled with guests and could be said to be extremely lively.
Apart from the people from the various sects, Marshal Zhang also came personally with a young man beside him.
Gong Shaoqing looked at them and knew that the Marshal Zhang and the Marshal in front of him were the same as the ones he saw in the TV series in his previous life.
It seemed that the Republic of China was really lively.
"I'm afraid there are other characters from other movies and television!？”Gong Shaoqing couldn't help but think.
Other than Marshal Zhang and the people from the sect, there were also people from all walks of life, wealthy merchants, and even bandits from the mountains in the northeast region.
It could be seen that Old Master Gong's status and reputation in the northeast.
"Bao Sen, congratulations on having a Saint Child in your family.”Marshal Zhang said with a smile.
"Thank you." Old Master Gong nodded with a smile.
After Marshal Zhang finished speaking, he looked at Gong Shaoqing who was beside the old man and reached out to touch his head.
"This is the Gong family's Saint Child. Hahaha, he's indeed strong.”Old Zhang said as he patted Gong Shaoqing's back.
It had to be said that with the Saiyan bloodline and sufficient food, Gong Shaoqing's appearance had changed a lot in a short period of time.
His original skinny appearance was long gone.
He even grew a little taller.
"Little fellow, when you grow up, do you want to join my army?”
Then, he looked at Old Master Gong and said,"Don't worry, Bao Sen. I won't let your good grandson suffer. When the time comes, I'll follow Hanqing!"”
The old man didn't expect Marshal Zhang to do this and was caught off guard.
"This…" He hesitated for a moment before saying awkwardly,"There's no hurry. The child is still young!"
In the old man's opinion, how could his grandson become a big soldier in the army?
Even if he had Marshal Zhang to take care of him, so what if he was an officer? On the battlefield, they would have to fight with their lives.
As for why Old Zhang suddenly had such an idea? There were two reasons.
Firstly, he wanted to tie the Gong family to his side.
In the northeast, he, Old Zhang, had a gun in his hand and could intimidate all the powerful people. He did not even put the Republic of China in his eyes.
If they had the Gong Clan, they could intimidate the martial world and the bandits from the various mountains.
Secondly, he saw Gong Shaoqing's appearance and body. He was definitely good material for the army. If he trained him, he would definitely become his son's right-hand man.
However, Old Master Gong didn't seem to be that willing, so he didn't force him.
Instead, he called out to his son and said,"Liu Zi, you and Shaoqing can walk around more.”
At this time, the Major was already twenty-five years old, and he was relatively tactful in handling matters.
He wouldn't look down on Gong Shaoqing just because he was a child.
Just as his father had thought, it was time to train his trusted subordinates.
Therefore, he also smiled and looked at Gong Shaoqing,"Little guy, come to Sixth Uncle's place more often in the future. Sixth Uncle will teach you how to shoot, hahaha!”
Gong Shaoqing also had some ideas about mixing into the army. After all, he was very clear about the future situation.
In the end, individual strength was not enough in front of guns.
Also, being able to touch a gun was also very attractive to him.
However, the old man didn't seem to be very willing.
"Grandpa, can I go to the marshal's manor to play?”Gong Shaoqing could only act cute.
The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knew that although his grandson was only eight years old, he was very mature and had his own opinions.
Many times, he even felt that his grandson was an adult.
However, since his grandson had said so, he did not stop him. He smiled and said,"Sure!"
Then, he said to the young marshal,"Hanqing, please take care of him in the future."”
"Master Gong, don't worry, I will treat Shaoqing like my own nephew.”
After they talked for a while, the incense ceremony hosted by the elders began.
Old Master Gong announced to everyone that Gong Shaoqing would take over his position in the future. When he was a hundred years old, he would carry the banner of the Gong family.
As for the Eight Trigrams School, if he could convince others, he might be able to control the Eight Trigrams School.
Of course, the old man would not shoot without thinking.
"I invited everyone here today not only to be a witness, but also to let the younger generation disciples of each sect compete."”
The others nodded in agreement.
It was said that the Gong family's grandson was extremely talented and was the Saint Child.
However, if he didn't show them his true abilities, how could he convince them?
"Hahaha, Mr. Gong is right. Then let the juniors spar.”The successor of the Taiji lineage said with a smile.
"That's right. It's good to take this opportunity to let the juniors practice!”The Tongbei branch nodded in agreement.
The other sects nodded in agreement.
Of course, because Gong Shaoqing was only eight years old, the disciples he chose to spar with were all teenagers. The longest one who had studied martial arts was only two years.
In fact, in the eyes of the various sects, it would be a bit of an advantage for disciples who had studied martial arts for one or two years to spar with him.
However, since Gong Baosen wanted to establish his grandson's prestige, he should take this test.
Soon, everyone arrived at the Gong family's training field.
At this time, Marshal Zhang also laughed and said,""When junior disciples perform, they naturally can't lack a stake.”
"Adjutant Li, bring me two hundred dollars.”
As he spoke, he looked at the selected youths and said,"The first place in this martial arts competition will be rewarded with 100 yuan.”
" Second place, sixty dollars!"
"The third place also has 40 yuan.”
"Thank you, Marshal!" The group of youths thanked him in unison.
The main reason why the junior disciples were performing was because Old Master Gong wanted to establish his grandson's prestige.
Therefore, there weren't many rules.
The only way was for Gong Shaoqing to challenge everyone.
Only by beating these junior disciples into submission would he be considered truly capable!
Old Master Gong agreed with this.
Soon, Gong Shaoqing and a youth stood in the middle of the training field.
"My name is Li Tieniu, a Penetrating Fist disciple.”
"Please!" Gong Shaoqing cupped his fists.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。