Saturday arrived, around five o'clock, three buses stopped at the campus gate, and Chen Ming and other five disciples of the Tiger Sect got on the bus one after another.

"The monthly martial arts performance at the beginning of the month... I suddenly missed it." Chen Ming sighed. Compared to his time at school, he felt more at ease in the sect.

There is not too much intrigue, not so much flattery. People around you seem to be wearing masks, and when you are cowardly, they come forward to mock him; when you are strong, they change into a smile and come forward to flatter you.

"One of the disciples of the literature department, I guess you will only say that." Li Siyuan sighed, "I saw that, many seniors looked like they were not awake."

The disciples from the first grade to the third grade of junior high school will return on this day. Some have studied in this school for three years, while others have been in five or six years.

In the past few years, many people have changed a lot, or while integrating into this city bit by bit, they are also growing slowly. Growth means the price. And growth may not be positive.

"There is more bad than good, I can only say that the strategy of Wuhumen in the third place can no longer keep up with the times." Chen Ming sighed.

"This is not something we can decide... Oh, by the way, your master is Xiao Yi..." Li Siyuan was about to complain when he remembered that there was someone behind Chen Ming.

Xiao Yi has already stood out among Xiao Yan's disciples, and the disciples of other elders are not as good as those of them. In a few years, they are likely to become the next leader.

By that time, Chen Ming would be the true disciple of the head of the sect and the alternate head of the next term. The key is his excellence, and probably no one can match it. Unless he suddenly has some changes in the next ten years, resulting in his missed position in the position of head.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about so much..." Chen Ming shook his head. He didn't want to waste too much time on this.

The key is that he is very clear about his abilities, more about academic and research, and is proficient in others, but he does not intend to put too much energy into it.

The atmosphere in the car was very dull, and it seemed that many people were sleeping. It took about an hour to return to the sect from here, so many disciples were actually taking some sleep.

"Or why not sleep?" Chen Ming looked at Li Siyuan, and the members of the Wuhu Martial Arts Club around him were not asleep either.

"No, I'm used to getting up so early." Li Siyuan shook her head. Although she had only been more than ten days, after exercising every day and making reasonable sleep arrangements, she found that she was indeed much better than before.

Even if she gets up at five o'clock now, she won't look half asleep and half awake. At most, she will be completely energetic after washing her face.

"There are still fifty minutes left, so you can't sit in the empty seat, right?" Chen Ming said with a smile.

"Then just chat?" Li Siyuan's eyes rolled.

"Agree!" The other people also responded.

So the entire bus, the back part, was chattering, but the front was lifeless, which made the driver in charge of driving feel moved.

Those who can be the driver of this bus must also be disciples of the Wuhu Sect. However, he belongs to a martial arts disciple, and eats under the command of the Dunzhu, and picks up and drops off these literary disciples once a month.

In the past two years, he can feel that literary disciples, especially those of No. 3 Middle School, are indeed getting worse and worse. Look at the previous part of the disciples, this is the norm in the past two years.

However, this year, there are several different situations behind the car. It is precisely because of the comparison that makes people feel moved.

Now that school has only started for the first month, who can guarantee that those disciples in the literature department will become the same as those in the previous ones?

After an hour's drive, the surrounding scenery began to become familiar. At this time, Chen Ming did not chat with others anymore, but just looked at the scenery outside.

Slowly, the outline of a village appeared in sight. For some reason, he actually felt like he was going home.

He was born in Xujia Village, where he was born and raised. However, the place that really gave his family a feeling was here. And Xujia Village has only one old man, which is worthy of his concern.

The car entered the village, and the guard at the entrance of the village did not stop it. It was obvious that he was used to a car coming every month.

"There are ten minutes left to start the martial arts performance, so go and gather immediately!" As soon as I got off the car, disciples arranged by Wuhumen came to announce that these were all disciples who had already started the master.

"Okay..." After hearing this, a group of literary disciples immediately forced themselves to cheer up, and then ran quickly towards the martial arts field.

Time is tight, and even Chen Ming is not easy to neglect, so he quickly runs towards the square. By the time he gets there, the martial arts disciples had already gathered, and there are still disciples who are six to twelve years old who are still studying in the sect.

"Welcome to the president!" As soon as I arrived here, a neat shout suddenly came, gathering everyone's attention.

The team of about a thousand people, composed of martial arts disciples, came to Chen Ming and saluted him.

"What are you doing? Such a big battle?" Chen Ming looked at the familiar faces in front of him, his eyes a little wet.

"Hehe, how about it, our welcome ceremony?" Yang Xiong walked up, "We will welcome you like this every month when you come back!"

"You will know at a glance that it was your idea. Do you dare to go to the ring later? I want to see how good your level is." Chen Ming joked, and invited the fight by the way.

"I also want to know whether your level has declined!" Yang Xiong smiled. This invitation was just right for him.

"What's going on over there?" Many people at the literary disciples were very surprised. It was really incredible that a team of nearly a thousand people went to welcome someone.

"They are from the Wenqu Learning Society, the most famous study club among the martial arts disciples." Someone recognized this study club, "but the president they welcomed seems to be our Wenqu disciple..."

"Chen Ming, a first-year-old, was the one who previously participated in the competition on behalf of the school." Someone also recognized Chen Ming, "He is actually the president of Wenqu Learning Society?"

"He is also the president of our Five Tigers Martial Arts Society!" Wang Sheng said proudly, finally having a chance to show off.

"This junior brother is not simple..." Now, let alone the seniors in the first year of high school and the second year of high school, they were all moved.

They knew very well what this meant. Could this junior brother be a civil and military genius?!

"Okay, gather!" The elder shouted on it. The man in his fifties was still deafening and did not even need a loudspeaker. Those who practice martial arts were full of energy, and this was really not a joke.
Chapter completed!