"Three-tailed swallow!"

Zhao Zheng was shocked, and suddenly shook his spirits, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and became trembling. Points are extremely useful, but there are few ways to earn them, and if you can catch the three-tailed swallow, you can exchange it for 500 points, which is not a small amount.

At that moment, he exerted his strength under his feet, jumped into the air, jumped five feet high, and landed on the cliff wall higher up. With a few vertical leaps, he jumped all the way to the top of the cliff, which was undoubtedly the closest to the flock of birds overhead. However, even if he stood at the highest point, there was still a long distance from those birds, and this distance was difficult for him to make up for even with light effort.

He jumped to a high place, but did not close the distance between him and the three-tailed swallow, which flew so fast that it was far faster than any other bird, and flew far away in the blink of an eye. He hurriedly quickened his speed and chased after him, his legs swayed like the wind, and his body turned into an afterimage, and it was almost impossible to see his feet landing, only where he stepped on it, it would kick up bursts of dust.

After chasing for a while, he was desperate to find that he was a beat slower than the three-tailed swallow, not only failed to close the distance, but became farther and farther away. When it comes to speed, he is much faster than ordinary birds, but not as fast as the three-tailed swallow.

"No wonder I was asked to catch this bird in this dungeon, it turns out that this bird flies so fast." He was bitter in his mouth and heart, secretly complaining about his bitterness, and complaining about the copy again and again.

If he can't catch up with the three-tailed swallow, let alone catch the three-tailed swallow, unless he has a good ability to fight the hidden weapon with one hand and can knock the three-tailed swallow down, but this is his weakness.

"Forget it, let's be a dead horse doctor. You can't just watch it fly away. He chatted as much as he could, picked a small pebble the size of a jujube into his hand, pinched it with two fingers, aimed at the three-tailed swallow that was rapidly moving away in mid-air, and shot it out vigorously. The stone turned into a black light that broke through the air, disappeared in an instant, and knocked down several feathers in midair. His heart jumped, and he looked intently, only to find that it was just another ordinary bird that had been knocked down by the stones.

Due to his lack of speed, he could only watch the three-tailed swallow disappear from view, and no matter how much he chased it, it would be in vain.

Since he couldn't catch up, he simply changed his strategy, changed from chasing to squatting, and stayed on the top of the mountain, waiting for the three-tailed swallow to hit the door by himself. He couldn't catch up with the three-tailed swallow, but it was no problem to stop the three-tailed swallow. What made him roll his eyes was that in the time since, the three-tailed swallow has not appeared again, which shows that the number of three-tailed swallows in this valley is very rare, and it is very difficult to meet one.

After a while, the half-hour time limit for the dungeon was up.

Zhao Zheng had to quit the dungeon, regrouped, and returned to this Feiyan Valley dungeon again. This was repeated several times, but he never succeeded in catching the three-tailed swallow, and he entered and came out in defeat.

Summing up the lessons of failure afterwards, everything can only be attributed to two points, one is that the realm is not high enough to fly like the Seven Heavenly Martial Artists, and the other is that the light skills he cultivated are not fast enough to help him catch up with the Three-Tailed Swallow.

For the first point, he can only improve his strength step by step, and he can't achieve it overnight, but for the second point, he can think of some way.

In fact, he now has a good light skill cheat book in his hand, that is, the "Divine Walking Legs" that he got from the Three Swords Sect before, but this light skill can only be regarded as good, not particularly good, and it can't make him very satisfied.

"Don't you have any high-grade light skills for me to learn?" Zhao Zheng held his chin in his hand, looked at the scenery outside the window, and turned a thousand times in his heart, thinking about how to find a secret book of light skills, thinking about it, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and thought of a way, "There is!" He slammed his palm, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

……

Taishan faction, in a certain practice field.

A group of young people of the Taishan faction are sweating like rain in the field, practicing the fist and foot kung fu Panshan boxing method of the door, and with that move and style, the sound of crackling sounded one after another. Together, there are more than 50 people in this group of disciples, but there are quite a few.

The person in charge of training the martial arts of this group of people today is a thunderbolt swordsman who has always been known for his fiery temper. Lei Ming, because he is one of the Three Musketeers of Taishan, his status is too high, and he rarely does this kind of thing, and he probably does it once or twice a year.

Lei Ming's temper has always been bad, even if he usually speaks, he is like roaring, and this opportunity is rare, so everyone in the field plays very seriously and does not dare to be sloppy. Lei Ming put his hands behind his back, stared at a pair of bull's eyes, walked around the field, scanning the movements of this group of people, and if anyone's movements were not standardized, they would step forward to correct and reprimand.

Sometimes, he will not only scold those doormen, but even shoot to hit those doormen, and he will slap them at every turn, and his hands are neither light nor heavy.

Strict teachers produce high apprentices, and this kind of thing is very common in the rivers and lakes, and it is nothing new at all. The Taishan faction will never blame Lei Ming for this kind of thing, and the people who were beaten can only swallow the bitterness into their stomachs, and there is no other way than to obediently accept their fate.

"That's not right! Wrong! What are your tricks called, why are each of them not standardized, the body of the 'retrograde backwards' is not pressed low enough, and the legs of the 'hard mountaineering road' are not raised hard enough, and they are a bit biased. A good mountain boxing technique fell into your hands, and no power was exerted at all. I don't think you're fighting like a pan mountain boxing, it's like a cross-legged boxing! The roar of thunder sounded again, and the sound drowned out the sound of many people breaking the wind with their fists and feet.

Everyone's hearts were full of joy, sweating for the unlucky guy who was scolded, and glad that the person who was scolded was not himself.

"You practice again, if you don't practice well, see how I clean you up!" Lei Ming raised his eyebrows and roared at the ** beside him.

The ** was about twenty years old, in the prime of life, very tall, a head taller than the surrounding peers, and his hair was as hard as a steel wire, and it was like an iron broom when it was bundled. If you look closely, you will find that his eyebrows are seven points similar to Lei Ming, just like Lei Ming's young appearance. In addition to the difference in age, the only difference between the two is the difference in temperament, Lei Ming stood there, not angry but self-assured, like a humanoid beast, while this young man looked at him with a cowering gaze, without any momentum at all.

These two people are very similar, but they are very different, but there are some contradictions.

This young man who looks very similar to Lei Ming is Lei Ming's only son, whose name is Lei Yong.

It is often said that a tiger father has no dog son, but in fact this is not the case.

The father is a hero, but the son is not necessarily a hero, and may even be mediocre. If the son of an ordinary person is mediocre, it doesn't matter, after all, there are more mediocre people in this world, but if the son of a hero is mediocre, it is a sin.

Mediocrity is a sin!

Lei Yong is a good example, although he is Lei Ming's son, he has not inherited Lei Ming's martial arts talent, and he is very mediocre in terms of speed. In terms of comprehension of martial arts moves, it is also quite unsatisfactory, learning any moves is very slow, and there are often mistakes in using it, which is not the same thing at all.

Because Lei Yong's progress was too slow, Lei Ming often lost his temper with this son, scolding him at least and beating him at worst. But this did not change Lei Yong, but backfired, making Lei Yong develop a kind of submissive, timid and fearful surname.

The more unfortunate Lei Yong is, the more fierce the thunder and scolding. The more fierce the thunder beat and scolded, the more unfortunate Lei Yong became. The relationship between the father and son has formed a cycle of bad surnames.

Today, the father and son, as usual, staged another scene of the father beating and scolding his son, and it was still in public.

"Father, don't worry, I'll play the Panshan boxing method again to ensure that I won't make a mistake again." Lei Yong was sweating hotly, and in front of his father, he reopened his posture and unfolded the Panshan boxing method according to the routine in his memory, one move at a time. He played very seriously, his eyes didn't blink, and he used ten percent of his strength in his gestures, but the effect of the fight was not satisfactory.

"Stop! What is this thing you are fighting, this time it is not as good as the one just now! You watched with your eyes wide open to see how I played this Panshan boxing method! Lei Ming has always been strict with the doorman, and even more so than his own son, so he immediately stopped Lei Yong, opened the posture, and demonstrated the Panshan boxing method to Lei Yong. He thought that he had slowed down his speed very slowly, and had converged his internal force, but for Lei Yong, his movements were still too fast, and after a set of punches, Lei Yong couldn't see a few movements clearly at all.

Lei Yong obviously didn't see it clearly, but he didn't dare to tell his father clearly, which can be described as suffering.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Lei Ming finished the last few moves of the Panshan Boxing Technique, collected the merits, took a step back and said, "You come to practice again, if you don't practice well this time, get me out of this martial arts training field, don't embarrass me here!" ”

"Yes." Lei Yong swallowed his saliva, his face became extremely ugly, he took a deep breath, and in front of Lei Ming, he played the Panshan Boxing technique again. In order to prevent mistakes, he deliberately slowed down a bit, but he still couldn't satisfy Lei Ming.

"Useless things, how come they are like elm heads, you can't learn them after learning them so many times!" Lei Ming suddenly burst into a shout, interrupting Lei Yong again, and in a fit of anger, he even raised his slap and swung it heavily at the back of Lei Yong's head.

"Smack!"

Hearing a crisp sound, Lei Yong was slapped and flew out more than two feet away, and fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were blackened, and he nearly fainted, the back of his head buzzing and mixed with the sharp pain that pierced his heart.

"Useless waste! Get out of this martial arts training ground, don't get in the way here! Lei Ming burst into a shout, strode to Lei Yong's side, grabbed him, and threw it outside the martial arts training ground.

Lei Yong, who was already injured, fell heavily again, and this time the fall was even heavier than just now. He lay on the ground, obviously unable to move, but he still struggled to get up, not daring to stay on the ground. He knows his father's surname well, and if he lies here and does not move, he will definitely attract more scolding, and then he will end up even worse.

Lei Ming seemed to be still roaring, but Lei Yong, whose head was buzzing, could no longer hear clearly, and could only faintly hear a rolling word.

Get lost.

This is a serious insult to most people, and few people can afford such abuse. But after Lei Yong heard this word, he seemed to have been pardoned and lifted the burden from his shoulders. It's better to get out of the way than to stay here, and it's much stronger.

Lei Yong endured the severe dizziness in his head and walked forward slowly, even if he didn't look back, he could feel his father's angry gaze, and the sympathetic gaze of many of his fellow disciples, or gloating, or contemptuous. These gazes are like invisible arrows, penetrating all his body, and each one is accurately inserted into the heart, bringing pain that is not inferior to **.

This kind of ** and mental double pain, he endured it from childhood to adulthood, even if he still can't get used to it, it's not something he can get used to.

Stumbling a long way, the dizziness in Lei Yong's head dissipated a lot, and he could barely see the road in front of him.

"Isn't that Lei Yong, how does he walk swayingly?"

"I guess I was beaten by Lei Shibo again."

"Possibly. Alas, he is really pitiful, obviously not suitable for martial arts, and Lei Shibo forces him all day long. ”

Some muttering sounds as low as mosquitoes came from a distance, the sound was a little familiar, but Lei Yong didn't want to look at it, he knew that it must have been from someone in the same door.

Obviously not suitable for martial arts...... Obviously not suitable for martial arts......

This sentence echoed in Lei Yong's mind like an echo of the valley, touching his long-buried heart. He knew a long time ago that he was not suitable for martial arts, and he wished to abandon martial arts and follow literature, and instead learn other skills, or engage in other industries. In his opinion, even being a cook or a porter is better than staying in the Tarzan faction to be angry. But this kind of thought, he only dared to think in his heart, but never dared to tell his father, if he dared to say, his father would have to strip him of his skin.

"Ugh." Lei Yong sighed bitterly, took heavier and heavier steps, and walked in the direction of home. Even if he walks home, it doesn't mean that he is relieved, he still has to continue to practice martial arts and strive to practice the Panshan boxing method well. Otherwise, when his father came home, he would continue to be beaten and scolded.

"How on earth can I get my father to be a little nicer to me?"

Lei Yong frowned, meditating hard as he walked, probably because of the recent death of the head manager, his father's temper has become extremely irritable, and the beating and scolding of him has gradually increased, he really can't stand it.

However, it is not an easy thing to change Lei Ming's attitude, since he was a child, Lei Ming rarely has a good face for Lei Yong. If you want to make Lei Ming pleasant, unless Lei Yong's martial arts are refined, or if he does something chivalrous, only these two things can make Lei Ming happy.

Back then, when Lei Yong was twenty years old, he once beat away two bandits who were blocking the road and robbing on a hurry. At that time, Lei Ming was also watching from the side, and praised him a few words rarely, and his attitude towards him changed a lot, but it didn't take long for him to relapse again.

Lei Yong's foundation is here, unless you eat the spirit fruit of the saliva fragrant white jade fruit, don't expect your cultivation to progress by leaps and bounds. In this way, he can only find a way from the aspect of chivalry and righteousness, even if he kills a few hooligans or catches a thief, he can make his father happy.

If you want to be chivalrous and righteous, it is definitely not possible to stay in the Taishan faction, you can only go out and wander.

"Well, tonight I will say goodbye to my father, and go outside to try my luck and see if I can do something pretty. Even if you don't have that opportunity, you can avoid it for a while, so as not to make your father angry again. Lei Yong shook his head helplessly and secretly made a decision. (To be continued.) )