Zhao Fu sighed at the strength of the Zhao family, and at the same time complained in his heart that his apprentice's name "Yun" is Wen on the left, Wu on the right, and Bei below.

Excessive, really excessive.

"This ...... The general ...... "Uncle Liu wanted to say something on the side.

"Disciple Ziqian." But Zhao Yun responded smartly.

"Hahaha, then I'll call you Zhao Qian!" Zhao Fu was amused by this disciple.

Although he didn't have any feelings for this family, the Zhao family had always given him a lot of support, whether it was the previous invasion of the Hu people in the south, or the subsequent expedition he led his troops to the north, and this time the aid to Lanting City, the Zhao family made great efforts. Therefore, Zhao Fu was embarrassed to refuse the Zhao family's request to apprentice.

After a simple apprenticeship ceremony under the auspices of Uncle Liu, Uncle Liu left with Zhao Qian, the Zhao family had no property in Lanting City, they bought a courtyard and had to take care of it.

The next day, Zhao Fu got up early, and after breakfast, he took Zheng Yuan to the school field to continue training for a while, but saw a dense circle of people around the school field, all of whom were soldiers who got up to practice early.

I saw Zhao Qian, that is, Zhao Yun, boxing alone on the martial arts stage, which is called a tiger and a tiger. Although he is young, he is not sloppy, nor does he look lazy, and he plays well.

Zhao Fu didn't know boxing, but in his eyes, he also knew that Zhao Qian didn't save his strength, and he didn't fight fancy.

After Zhao Qian finished his boxing, Uncle Liu, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly handed over the warm towels and water, and the audience applauded. Lan Ting is good at martial arts, and Zhao Qian's performance today was immediately recognized by the Lan Ting people.

"Master!" Zhao Qian ignored Uncle Liu, jumped off the martial arts stage, and trotted to Zhao Fu's side to salute first.

"Yes." Zhao Fu praised.

"The master has won the prize." Zhao Qian replied.

"Your name is Zhao Yun, you don't need money, I know that your family is very rich, Wu has already appeared, what about Wen?" Zhao Fu asked.

"The disciple didn't dare to show off in front of the master, but he was nurtured by his father in the library since he was a child, and he had read a few scriptures and historical legends." Zhao Qian said.

Zhao Fu: "......"

It's scary to be a kid now.

"You are both civil and military, and you are not short of money, so what else do you want me to teach you?" Zhao Fu was curious, he really didn't seem to have anything to teach.

"What the disciple wants to learn from the master is ......" Zhao Qian stopped, as if thinking about how to describe it.

"Huh?"

"A lot." Zhao Qian said the words on his lips and took them back, he only said a lot.

Zhao Fu shook his head, Zhao Qian, this kid is weird, he doesn't know what this person is thinking. had to pull Zheng Yuan to stage a martial arts stage, and the two began to practice, and there was another splash of knife light from you to me.

Zhao Qian stepped off the stage, and Uncle Liu trotted behind him to follow, helping him wipe his sweat while saying in shock.

"Ouch, my little ancestor, it's a big secret that the family sent you over, you can't just say it!"

Zhao Qian glanced at Uncle Liu, "I naturally know." He said.

Zhao Qian didn't leave immediately, but stopped in the audience to watch the fight between Zhao Fu and Zheng Yuan, and couldn't help but be envious, he looked at his fist, thinking that he would go back and get a good sword.

A little stronger, Zhao Fu felt Zheng Yuan's changes, and Zheng Yuan felt the same, he was catching up with Zhao Fu's pace, but he found that the distance was always difficult to close. The speed of the two is getting faster and faster, the frequency of the confrontation is becoming more and more frequent, and the pace of the feet is becoming more and more messy.

Zhao Fu changed the rules of winning by strength, and he felt the most obvious after the battle with the Pope, the Pope's strength was not as strong as his, but that scepter in the hands of the Pope could turn into a hundred soldiers and defeat him to death. The important thing is the understanding of the rules and the road, Zhao Fu thinks.

So the fight between the two turned into a competition of speed and skill, which Zhao Fu couldn't suppress Zheng Yuan all the time, and the two could be said to be cultivating from scratch. Whether the movements in the hands are offensive or defensive, they will always maintain a certain correlation with the pace, and now Zhao Fu is looking to capture this rule. This is an instinctive connection of the human body, as if there is a thin thread implicating everything in the human body, and what he has to do is to find and cut Zheng Yuan's "line" and protect his "line".

Finally, Zheng Yuan's breakthrough was too radical and too deep, and that "line" was exposed under Zhao Fu's knife, and that line exuded a crystal light, which was extremely dazzling at the moment. A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Fu's mouth: "I won!" ”

Zhao Fu shot back and cut off the "line". Then Zheng Yuan's pace couldn't keep up with his disrupted rhythm and fell to the ground.

"The master is so fast." Zheng Yuan was a little frustrated, Zhao Fu's speed increased faster and faster, and in the end he lost because he couldn't keep up with Zhao Fu's speed.

"The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable! Remember. Zhao Fu stretched out his hand and pulled Zheng Yuan up.

Offstage, Zhao Qian waved his hands, still simulating Zhao Fu and Zheng Yuan's sword techniques, and muttered in his mouth: "The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, fast, fast, fast?" ”

"Uncle Liu!"

"In!"

"Quick! Fast! Fast! Zhao Qian urged.

"Huh?" Uncle Liu didn't know what this little ancestor was anxious about.

"Hurry! Go home! Zhao Qian beckoned.

Then Zhao Qian didn't even wait for Uncle Liu, he ran up by himself.

Back in the courtyard he had just bought, Zhao Qian closed the door of the house, solemnly informed anyone that no one was allowed to enter, and anything would be postponed.

Carefully opened the cloth bag, and inside was a gold-inlaid booklet, which turned out to be a secret book of boxing.

Zhao Qian skillfully opened the booklet and found the missing pages in the book, with traces of fire.

He started boxing in the way described in the booklet, which was much more complicated than on the stage, and this time he threw punches faster.

The figures of Zhao Fu and Zheng Yuan skimmed in Zhao Qian's mind, and then he punched them out, and at this moment Zhao Qian only had one fast word in his mind.

The fist wind gusted, and the book was also blown over and over, and Zhao Qian also completely fell into a state of selflessness, he had hit this punch countless times, and he had long been familiar with it, but only this time it was extremely smooth.

"It's done!" Unconsciously, Zhao Qian had already reached the final form.

He skipped over the jerky part that was missing from the boxing sutra!

"Please rest assured that my life in Lanting is fine, and my son has also gained something from General Zhao, and even more, he is suspected of solving the secret ...... of the Book of Light."

After a burst of ecstasy, Zhao Qian picked up his pen and began to write letters to his family, which was too great for him.

The main story can be slowly pulled back to the imperial capital

(End of chapter)