"So, you want to learn martial arts?" The speaker was Yang Ling, and the time was the first weekend after the start of school, and it was really surprising to see the intact Zongtian in the early morning of this Saturday.

"yes." Zongtian nodded firmly,

"Why are you looking for me? But you may be able to find me after you finish your martial arts. Yang Ling plucked out his ears with some disapproval.

"My dad said he was all right, and he would be good at looking for you if he had anything." Zongtian said it was reasonable, but Yang Ling was a little helpless.

"The soul master has helped me solve a lot of financial problems, and I have also promised some of your things, but martial arts practice is not included." Yang Ling spread his hands helplessly, as if he hoped that Zongtian could stop there,

"Okay, then I won't be looking for you for anything from now on."

"Young Master, where did you see that I could learn martial arts here? I'm just a doctor. "Although he knows that Zongtian's words are just childish stubbornness, Yang Ling really doesn't want to make things stiff, and it's not just a matter of funding, if Zongtian doesn't come again, who should he find to play chess?

"You're not just a doctor, are you?" Zongtian said suspiciously,

"Hmph, you can see that." Yang Ling suddenly lowered his head, "That's right, I'm still an amateur pickpocket." ”

Yang Ling stretched out two fingers, and the one between them was Zongtian's wallet.

"Can you be serious? I'll be honest, I'll just play chess with you. ”

Hearing such words, Yang Ling rarely put away his banter.

"Really, are you stimulated by something?" At this time, Yang Ling looked indifferent, but Zongtian knew that this was probably Yang Ling's original appearance.

"Playing chess or something is just a little bit of entertainment for me." Seeing that Zongtian didn't have a stubble, Yang Ling had to continue to say,

"You just don't want to go down?" Vertical heaven rhetorical question,

"Okay, okay, go down, go now." A little distraught, he scratched his hair a few times, and Yang Ling didn't know where to copy a chessboard and poured it on the table.

The chess game lasted from morning to noon, and even during the meal, the chess game continued at Yang Ling's request. The sun rose and set, seeing that the time was close to evening, Zongtian, who was still a little impatient, suddenly calmed down, but he didn't expect his endurance to be good, but he just played chess for a whole day.

"It's endless!" The chessboard was flipped in the sky, but the scene of the chess pieces scattered all over the ground did not appear, and I don't know when the chessboard actually returned to the table, and the chess pieces did not seem to move at all.

"Wait, wait, I'm going to come up with a winning move." Just when Zongtian wondered if he had some hallucinations because he had played too much chess, Yang Ling was talking to himself.

"Old Yang?" Zongtian looked at Yang Ling with some doubts, "Was it you just now?" ”

But Yang Ling has been deeply involved in the chess game, and in order to confirm Zongtian, he can only repeat the old trick again.

"you." The board was lifted again, but it reappeared on the board in the same condition as last time.

Although it was confirmed that what happened just now was indeed Yang Ling's doing, Zongtian could only sit back and wait for Yang Ling to think about his next move.

"Aha!" With such a voice, Yang Ling touched a chess piece with joy on his face, but his hand immediately froze in mid-air, and slowly Yang Ling returned to thinking again.

Zongtian, who had just praised himself for his patience, couldn't help but be a little crazy at this time, but he was really helpless. After shaking his legs almost frantically for a while, Zongtian began to wander around the house, but fortunately, Yang Ling didn't let him wait too long, and the crisp sound of falling children made Zongtian almost jump back to the edge of the chessboard. casually glanced at Yang Ling's good shot, and Zongtian raised his hand to win another game.

"Hmm......" Looking at the chess pieces in Zongtian, Yang Ling's mouth pulled a long sound.

"Good chess, really good chess." After the long tone, he was surprised again, and he glanced at the chessboard again with some reluctance, and Yang Ling noticed the current time.

"Oh, time flies so fast, it's not early today, you should go home quickly, and you won't have to worry about your parents." Yang Ling's face was full of satisfaction, but although he was satisfied, it didn't mean that the other person had the same mentality.

"Old Yang, have you forgotten something?" The veins on Zongtian's forehead seem to be beating,

"Forget?" Yang Ling really raised his head and thought for a while, "No, I have always had a good memory." ”

"Then why did I come to you today?"

"Playing chess...... No, no, no, it's to learn martial arts. Seeing that Zongtian looked like he was about to pounce, Yang Ling immediately changed his words.

"How could I forget, it's just that my method may be a little different, give me a night to prepare, and you can come back tomorrow."

Although no matter how you look at it, it looks like some words, but Zongtian returned home honestly, if you really say it, Yang Ling still doesn't seem to have lied to himself.

During dinner, I was interrogated by my mother again, but playing chess was not only the truth, but it was also a dangerous thing, so naturally my mother would not worry about anything, so after an ordinary night, Zongtian ushered in the next day with great anticipation.

"You're too early." When Yang Ling welcomed Zongtian into the back room, the usual tiredness on his face seemed to be even worse, and he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

"Did you see it?" As if he was afraid that Zongtian would not be able to see clearly, Yang Ling also deliberately pulled his clothes and showed them in front of Zongtian, "In order to make you feel how hard I worked last night, I deliberately wore this to sleep, and it turned out to be wrinkled like this." ”

"Looks like you've slept long enough." Zongtian couldn't help but roll his eyes,

"The main thing is that I don't sleep honestly." It seemed that he didn't pay attention to Zongtian's tone at all, Yang Ling just looked at his clothes and talked to himself.

"But of course I have serious preparations." Yang Ling suddenly flashed, and an operating table appeared behind him, not only the operating table, not to mention the strange liquid soaked in various unknown things, just the swords, guns, halberds, axes, and hooks placed aside made Zong Tian shudder.

"What are you doing here?!"

"As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation." Halfway through Yang Ling's words, a strange smell crept into Zongtian's nose. After sneezing a few times in a row, Zongtian was surprised to find that he felt a little dizzy.

"What does it smell like?" When Zong Tian looked at Yang Ling with some sleepy eyes, he found that the other party had already put on a mask.

"It's nothing, just a little incense that makes you sleep."

"Sleepy? Wait, don't rush to do it yet, I have money. ”