What else could Du Yong say, shrugging: "Retreat as advance."

Du Zongcheng laughed in silence, paused, and said in a stern manner: "Xiao Yong, you don't need to worry about this anymore. Take a rest in the capital for a few days, accompany the old lady to meet the old friend, and then go back to Huaili City to celebrate the New Year."

Du Yong was stunned when he heard this.

Du Zongcheng shouted, "Stop stupidly, don't you understand human words?"

Du Yong came back to his senses and bowed and said, "I understand!"

Du Zonglong interrupted: "Brother, Xiao Yong can communicate with that little beggar after all, if so..."

Du Zongcheng interrupted: "Didn't you analyze it just now? There will be no more clues in the little beggar's mouth."

Du Zonglong had to stop talking.

At this time, the old housekeeper came to report: "Marty, Grand Duke Cheng is here to visit!"

"Duke Cheng?"

Du Zongcheng frowned slightly and muttered, "What did that big gangster who does nothing all day come to the Du family for?"

Du Zonglong couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother, although Cheng Jiping has no errands, he is still the Duke of Iron Hat. It's a bit inappropriate for you to call him a big slut!"

Du Yong also wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. At this time, he was most afraid of seeing Cheng Jiping.

The old housekeeper said again: "Marty, Grand Duke Cheng seems to be coming for Young Master Yong, and his face is very unkind."

Du Yong's heart tightened and he quickly touched his stomach: "Uncle, I just ate a piece of unclean meat in prison and was about to have diarrhea. I will take a step through the back door to avoid being rude."

Du Zongcheng grabbed Du Yong's neck and hummed, "This is the Du family. Can that big guy dare to make trouble?"

Du Yong had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​escaping and followed Du Zongcheng and Du Zonglong to the living room.

Cheng Jiping is in his fifties, handsome, with a mustache, a few strands of gray hair, and a cynical smile on his lips, giving people a polite feeling. He has a long breath and sharp eyes, and gives people the impression of a top master.

All in all, a very attractive person.

He was sitting on a stool, crossing his legs and holding a cup of hot tea. He did not drink it, but was observing the steam, as if he had seen something very interesting.

"Duke Cheng!"

Du Zongcheng gave a gift from Yuanyuan and smiled: "Zong Cheng has been wronged, he is guilty, he is guilty!"

In terms of title, Cheng Jiping is even higher. If you meet in private, it is understandable that Du Zongcheng is humble.

Cheng Jiping put down the teacup, stood up and smiled and said, "It's my fault for coming uninvited!"

"I dare not take it!"

Du Zongcheng made a gesture and asked Cheng Jiping to sit back.

Du Zonglong said politely: "Zonglong has met Brother Cheng!"

Cheng Jiping laughed and said, "You Du Zonglong are still interesting. Call me Brother Cheng, Da Gong is not nice at all. When will we go to a few more moves?"

He is very martial and often competes with masters from all walks of life in Beijing. Du Zonglong is also his opponent.

Du Zonglong smiled and said, "Of course Zonglong is willing to accompany him, but please don't dislike my martial arts skills."

Cheng Jiping said: "If you, Du Zonglong, are you considered a martial arts level, then are there any masters in this world?"

Du Zonglong said a few humble words. His martial arts are indeed not inferior, but they are much worse than Cheng Jiping. It is not the difference in level, but the difference in experience and resilience.

Du Yong originally wanted to call him Grand Duke Cheng, but now he had to change his name: "Boy Du Yong, have you seen Uncle Cheng!"

Cheng Jiping's eyes lit up, he stared at Du Yong for several times, and said, "Are you Du Yong?"

Du Yong felt his scalp numb for no reason, coughed twice, and forced a smile: "Yes!"

Cheng Jiping praised: "I am a handsome talent, but I don't know how I am capable!"

Turning to Du Zongcheng, he asked, "Du Shaobao, how powerful is your nephew?"

Du Zongcheng spread his hands: "I don't know, why don't Grand Duke Cheng try it out in person?"

"Good idea!"

Cheng Jiping immediately got ready to go to the school to test Du Yong.

Du Yong was very scared and waved his hand quickly: "It's not a good idea. My little body will be beaten to death by Uncle Cheng."

Cheng Jiping pointed at Du Yong and laughed: "I just like modest young people. I can play hundreds of more tricks later."

Du Yong seemed to see the devil's smile.

Cheng Jiping's strength is comparable to Prince Kang, and is second only to Taibao Qu Wuji in Beijing. If he makes all his efforts, Du Yong will be blessed to be able to withstand fifty moves.

Seeing Du Yong being squeamish, Cheng Jiping smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Just a fight, I won't eat you."

After saying that, I took the lead in walking towards the schoolyard, as if I was at my own home.

Du Yong looked at Kongzi and gave Du Zonglong a look of help, and Du Zonglong immediately returned an unhelpful look.

In the capital, few people dare to reject Cheng Jiping's request for a confrontation.

Du Yong looked at Du Zongcheng again, and Du Zongcheng simply turned his head.

"Damn!"

Du Yong was speechless, but he could do nothing.

After arriving at the school, Cheng Jiping seemed to have become a different person and became extremely serious: "Boy, I heard that you won Yan Wu by winning the one-on-one challenge. I'm a little suspicious. Now I'm just trying it out."

"It's good to doubt!"

Du Yong was overjoyed and quickly explained: "I won by using despicable means, otherwise I would definitely not win."
Chapter completed!