In the blink of an eye, it was the summer of the second year, and it had been nine months since He Jian, who was sent out to deliver the letter, had left Fumian City. Zhao Wu was happy with his son, and he was anxious to give his son a lofty name, but after thinking about it for several days, it was either a god or a martial artist. One word, it is vulgar. Or is the lady who reads a lot and is educated, and persuaded Zhao Wu to say: Aren't I looking forward to the child becoming a spiritual warrior? Don't you want your child to become a samurai? The child does what he wants, and his talent for spiritual cultivation is so good. Just add a spirit word in the middle of your name, just call Zhao Lingwu, right? When others hear it, they know it's your son, how nice. When Zhao Wu heard this, this dare is good.

"Zhao Lingwu, well, this name is good, or Mrs. is knowledgeable."

As the saying goes, children sit seven times, climb eight times and walk nine times, this Zhao Lingwu is now the time to sit, climb and walk, but he walks left and right. Seeing the child smiling and dangling in front of her, the lady's heart blossomed, but a group of maids were frightened, screaming and laughing one after another, if the little ancestor fell, it would not be a joke, but the child's innocence and cuteness made people have to rejoice.

The most precious thing for children is to sit, which is different. Madame insisted on meditating and cultivating her divine sense to improve her spiritual power every day, which was the same for decades. The child was just over eight months old, and when he saw his mother cross-legged and his palms on his lap with his palms on the scales, he did the same. I saw that his left leg was lifted up, just on his right leg, but the center of gravity of his chubby body was unstable, and when he leaned back, he was on all fours, which made everyone laugh from ear to ear. But with the help of the women, Zhao Lingwu really crossed his legs, and learned from his mother's palms to the sky, flat on his legs, looking serious, really decent. Lingwu's sisters have come to the house to take care of their younger brother these days, seeing that the child is so cute, it is a treasure that is very good, as long as the lady meditates to get the child, everyone laughs on the side of the stomachache.

The lady meditated and cultivated, and she was supposed to meditate and not allow others to disturb her, but she did not blame her son for doting on her. After a few times, the lady felt a little strange that the child was so young that sometimes one meditation time was longer than one pillar of incense. Madame knows that the most basic entry point for cultivating divine consciousness is to calm down, concentrate on feeling the surrounding environment, and become one with nature, and the surrounding mysterious power will enter the brain little by little, strengthen the divine sense, and enhance spiritual power.

Madame couldn't help but have a flash of inspiration, and slowly put her forehead close to the child's forehead, and felt a little bit of something around her enter the child's mind. Although it was so weak, it made Madame's heart tremble. She carefully opened up her divine sense, attracting more energy from her surroundings into the child's brain, and guiding these energies to follow the route she had learned from her father as a child. The child's divine consciousness is still completely blank, and he does not resist the external divine consciousness, and the guidance of the lady is very successful. In the end, when Madame stopped guiding, Lingwu's divine consciousness automatically followed the route just now, as if it was a memory. It's just that at this time, the lady consumed too much spiritual power, and she was very nervous, she was so tired that she was dizzy, sweating profusely, and suddenly fell to the ground, frightening the daughters and maids on the side at a loss.

Since then, Xiao Lingwu has been meditating every day, for some time and for some time. Sometimes it's just a play, sometimes it's settled, and then it's a long time.

Xiao Lingwu's amazing performance made her mother overjoyed, and she praised the child for being like her when she saw people. Now that Zhao Wu is gone, of course my son should be like me, I have to teach my skills to my children. Although Zhao Wu himself knew that a child with extraordinary spiritual power like Lingwu would definitely not have much hope of practicing martial arts, he was not convinced. It doesn't matter if it works, it has to be taught anyway.

Now, Xiao Lingwu can suffer. The one-year-old child asked him to get it under a towering ginkgo tree in the yard, and Zhao Wu began to teach him what kind of real martial arts boxing to draw qi into the body. It is said that this is Zhao Wu's housekeeping skill, and he relied on this to become a general, and others refused to teach him if they wanted to learn from him.

This ginkgo tree is estimated to be at least 100 years old, and the trunk of the tree cannot be closed by three or four adults holding hands. The green ginkgo biloba decorates the tree with a noble appearance. Ginkgo biloba leaves flutter in the wind, like a beautiful little fan, fanning away the summer heat. Zhao Wu taught hand-in-hand under the shade of a tree, Xiao Lingwu learned so badly that he couldn't even understand his left hand and right hand at his age. Zhao Wu was so anxious that only his wife smiled and bent over on the side.

"General, don't toss your son. He's so young, where did he learn this? Besides, my son is born to cultivate spirits, so it's useless to practice you. ”

"How can you call it useless? Cultivating the soul must also have a good body, and my son of Zhao Wu must practice my True Martial Arts. ”

"You, I don't think you can change your stubborn temper. I don't care how you teach, but don't tire my son, then I don't depend on you. ”

In this way, Xiao Lingwu, who loved thousands of pets, began to practice martial arts in a daze. Madame is not in a hurry, Xiao Lingwu can sit for as long as he can. But when the father was in a hurry, the child couldn't understand, so he compared the child's hands and feet to each other. Xiao Lingwu didn't do it like that, and Zhao Wu, who was in a hurry, really wanted to beat people up a few times, but where could he give up?