On the main street of Yuanjiang County, Old Instructor Lu walked ahead, with Xiao Yuzhi following behind.
Over the past two days, the old instructor's legs had suddenly grown nimble, and his body had suddenly become sturdy again, as though illness and pain had begun to leave him. Yet his behavior during those two days had been deeply unsettling.
Still, these were his master's wishes, and Xiao Yuzhi could only accompany him and help.
"Oh, the old instructor's out and about! It's been ages!"
"Hahahaha! Yes, it's been ages!"
"Old Instructor, you're looking hale and hearty!"
"I could even find someone to trade a few moves with!"
Every so often, someone on the street greeted the old instructor, and he answered each of them.
Seeing him strolling through the streets in such good health brought heartfelt smiles to their faces.
Unlike Yi Shuyuan, Old Instructor Lu had spent nearly thirty years here since putting down roots in Yuanjiang County. Countless people of every age in the county knew him.
Many could recognize Old Instructor Lu from his back alone.
In the past, when some runners from the County Office threw their weight around and bullied people, seeking out the old instructor proved more useful than seeking out the county magistrate. After all, in theory, most of the office's runners could be counted among his pupils.
Even Chief Constable Yang Pingzhong, who had returned to his hometown with martial skills already under his belt, had shown the old instructor great respect back when he was still in Yuanjiang County.
Before long, the old instructor arrived at a funeral paper shop. Its proprietor was also a man in his sixties, and he cupped his hands in greeting at the sight of him.
"Oh my, Old Instructor Lu! It's been so long!"
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