On the day of the end of June 1st, Wu Ming rejected many people who wanted to adopt him away, and unswervingly stayed in the orphanage. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The old director of the orphanage was puzzled by his thoughts, and found him for a good talk.

When he learned that Wu Ming's purpose was to enter the Luo family and become a martial artist who stood up to the heavens and the earth, the old dean didn't say anything, but smiled a little bitterly.

Time rolls, three years and three days.

Wu Ming has also grown from a four-year-old child to a seven-year-old child, and according to the algorithm of the Earth Federation, he can already go to the first grade.

In the past three years, Wu Ming has not been exposed to any martial arts, nor has he been exposed to any exercises.

He just lurked in the orphanage, trying to make the soul and body fit together, and like other children, he learned to hyphenate words every day and enrich himself with knowledge.

Three years of waiting, three years of wandering, time is like a white horse.

Under the education method of the new era, three years later, Wu Ming has taught himself the earth script and the universal language of the universe, and has become a little genius who is famous far and near.

This kind of learning ability is undoubtedly terrifying, and the most obvious change is that after his fame, more people want to adopt him.

Scientists, high-ranking government officials, professional soldiers, university professors, old Chinese medicine doctors.

There were more and more people who wanted to adopt him, but Wu Ming still refused as always, until this day came.

"You're Wu Ming, right?" The person who came was a middle-aged man in a Tang costume, with a serious face and a jade wrench on his hand.

The moment he saw this person, Wu Ming knew that this person was a martial artist, and he had reached a certain realm.

For since he appeared, the cool summer breeze had stopped, and the birds on the branches had fled, as if something terrible had happened.

"Yes, sir." Wu Ming pretended to be respectful and ignorant, and lowered his head not to look at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was obviously accustomed to other people's low posture, rubbed the wrench on his hand with his index finger, and said expressionlessly: "I am from the Luo Family Yanwutang, I have heard about you, are you willing to go with me?" ”

"Yes." The gentleman hid his weapon and waited for the opportunity to move, Wu Ming replied very firmly.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, didn't look at the few kindergarten teachers on the side, and walked outside: "Come along." ”

Teacher Zhang and the old dean looked at each other with encouraging eyes and motioned for Wu Ming to follow.

Wu Ming lowered his head and followed steadily, walking outside step by step.

After three years, from the age of four to seven, he finally took the first step he wanted, and this step will herald the vast sea and sky.

"Sir, please take me away too." At the moment when the middle-aged man was about to walk out of the orphanage, a thin figure suddenly rushed out among the orphans who came to see him off.

Shoehorn face, wine trough nose, cross-eyed, who else can it be if it is not Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang ran out and knelt directly in front of the middle-aged man, kowtowing without saying a word.

Bang, bang, bang...

Each time, his head was heavily focused on the ground, and there was a muffled sound like a watermelon.

You must know that today's earth has entered the interstellar era, and the action of kowtowing is only available when worshipping ancestors.

Seeing that someone kowtowed to himself, the middle-aged man was also stunned, he was just a deacon searching for talents for the Luo family, and he had never enjoyed this treatment on weekdays.

"Who are you?" Facing Zhang Xiaoqiang's firm gaze, the middleman couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Xiaoqiang knew what it meant to have an opportunity, so he knelt on the ground and didn't get up, and bowed again: "My name is Zhang Xiaoqiang, please take me away too, I want to become a martial artist, and I also want to join the Luo family." ”

Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

Since in Wu Ming's mouth, after hearing that martial artists can do what they want, the Luo family has become a place of yearning for Zhang Xiaoqiang.

He didn't know where his future was, and he didn't know what he could do, but he wanted to join the Luo family, wanted to become a martial artist, and would never be ridiculed by others again.

"Joining the Luo family, coincidentally, I am the deacon of the next generation of disciples with foreign surnames for the Luo family, since you want to come in, then what skills do you have?"

As soon as the middle-aged man asked this, Zhang Xiaoqiang was speechless.

At the age of seven, Wu Ming has learned the earth's script and the lingua franca of the universe, something that other people can do in 20 years without the help of technological equipment.

Compared with Wu Ming, although Zhang Xiaoqiang is not stupid, he is still a lot worse.

In the past three years, he has only learned the earth script, and has not yet been exposed to the universal language of the universe, so he can only be regarded as a small genius among his peers.

"I can read and write, the federal dictionary has 650,000 words, I know every one of them, I can write." Zhang Xiaoqiang said very bumpy, because with Wu Minghuizhu in front, he didn't know if he was a genius.

Hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's words, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly.

At the age of seven, most people are still playing with mud and can read and write an entire federal dictionary, such people are absolute geniuses.

You must know that practicing martial arts is not the younger the better, at least if you want to learn martial arts, there is a premise that you must be literate.

In normal education, the Luo family cultivates disciples by teaching them some simple exercises and teaching them the basics of literature at the same time.

The age of real martial arts practice is generally over twelve years old, and it was just to lay the foundation before.

Although there is alien technology, it can directly transmit knowledge into the human brain in the form of brain waves. But this kind of cutting-edge technology, ordinary people don't think about it, even the powerful Luo family, and the only one who can get this kind of cultivation is the direct bloodline.

"I didn't expect that in the small orphanage, there are also hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are so many good seedlings." When two manufacturable materials were found in a row, the middle-aged man seemed very happy.

Cultivating martial arts, first pay attention to comprehension, and then resources and root bone qualifications, if there is no comprehension, it is an unlimited supply of genius earth treasures, and it is difficult to say whether it can be made into a weapon.

Otherwise, a huge Luo family, with a universe venerable like Luo Feng, would not have limited its power to the galaxy.

It's not that the Luo family doesn't want to expand, but in addition to Luo Feng, the Luo family doesn't have a master who can control the field, others just divide the meat, and you can't eat it without the corresponding strength.

The successor is weak, and the entire family is supported by one person, which is the primary problem faced by the Luo family.

Because of this, the Luo family selects geniuses from the earth and even the galaxy every year to make up for the family's heritage by becoming disciples with foreign surnames. Replaced by a truly well-developed and sustainable cosmic family, the children with foreign surnames who are not galaxy-level geniuses are not considered, and the selection conditions are strict, no less than the deed of sale.

"Old dean, you gave me a surprise today, if there are any good seedlings, if there are any, I will take them away." After the middle-aged man was happy, his speech became more casual, and he didn't put on a show like before.

Hearing this, the old dean smiled bitterly, he was just an ordinary orphanage, not a genius shelter.

There are two seedlings that are favored by the Luo family, they are all from burning incense and worshiping the Buddha, and they also want a third, how is this possible.

"Dean, I'd like to try." Just when the atmosphere cooled down a little, a cute Lori stood up.