"Ugh!"

Listening to Li Ling's unkind tone, Li Ming's expression froze, and when he looked up, he saw that his face was calm, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there was an indescribable light flowing in his long and narrow eyes.

Li Ming's heart suddenly burst into his heart, and he said secretly, could it be that the master and Li Ling's dumb disciple know each other? Oops, this time it's unlucky, I would not be so quick to talk if I knew it.

With a dry cough, Li Ming's eyes rolled and showed a far-fetched smile, "Master, in fact, Li Ling is still very good except for his private life, which is a little messy." Let's just say that the Aoyun stock god who was rumored before was the elite in the financial industry recruited by Li Ling. In addition, Li Zhenghao, chairman of Aoyun Group, traveled abroad, and Li Ling was responsible for the huge Aoyun Group, and he also made Aoyun Group the No. 1 Group in China......"

"Okay, okay!" Li Ling waved his hand, smiled bitterly, and said, "You will listen to these gossips less in the future!"

"Yes, Master!" Li Ming nodded hurriedly, seeing that Li Ling was indeed not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Master, when are you going to teach me foreign kung fu?" asked Li Ming, his eyes lit up.

"Anytime. ”

"Really, then, Master, you can teach me now!"

Catching up with Li Ming's eyes mixed with anticipation and excitement, a smile appeared on the corner of Li Ling's mouth, "The martial arts of the ancient Chinese martial arts world have always been passed on to men but not to women, and not to outsiders. ”

"Uh, Master, what do you mean by that?" Li Ming's expression froze, and a look of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

Looking at Li Ming's expression, Li Ling chuckled, "Although I don't have these feudal concepts, I can't forget the etiquette that should be there!"

"I see!"

Li Ming patted his head, with excitement on his face, and rushed towards a room.

Not long after, Li Ming ran out with a teacup, put it on the coffee table in front of Li Ling, and immediately said, "Master, you are waiting for me!"

Looking at Li Ming's running inside and out, Li Ling couldn't help but smile, he didn't expect that he, an apprentice, was really a little familiar with the preparations.

From leaving the private club to the present, Li Ling has been guiding Li Ming's emotional fluctuations.

Li Ming's expression made Li Ling very satisfied, whether it was to sue him that he could not cultivate true qi, or that martial arts could not be passed on, although Li Ming was disappointed, he did not despair, and he always had a trace of perseverance in his eyes that he would never give up.

Moreover, Li Ming is a superstar in China, and for the sake of martial arts, he can worship himself as a teacher, which makes Li Ling have a very good impression of him.

In short, Li Ling's seemingly casual words were actually refining his heart and refining Li Ming's heart.

Li Ling has no view of the door, he stepped into the ancient martial arts world because of the super squirting system, so he does not have the deep-rooted obsession of the ancient martial arts.

In less than ten minutes, there was a small incense stick on the coffee table in front of Li Ling, with three long incense sticks inserted in it.

Li Ming's expression was solemn, holding the teacup in both hands, bending over, standing in front of Li Ling.

Looking at this qiē in front of him, Li Ling couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked, "Are you worshipping your ancestors or apprenticing to your teacher?"

"Ugh!"

A look of astonishment appeared on Li Ming's face, and he said, "Master, I watch it like this on TV!"

"Can you believe the things on TV?" Li Ling shook his head, stood up, picked up the little Xiangding on the coffee table, and put it aside.

"Li Ming!"

Li Ling's expression changed, and a look of stern sù appeared on his bewitching face, and his eyes flowed with a terrifying brilliance.

At this moment, in Li Ming's eyes, Li Ling seemed to be incarnated as a god, solemn and undesecrated, and he didn't even dare to look up at Li Ling.

"Li Ming!" Li Ling shouted again.

"The disciple is here!" Li Ming was not stupid, and after thinking about it, he knew that the apprenticeship ceremony had begun.

"Li Ming, today, I will take you as an apprentice. The identity of 'Ling Li' is not my real identity, even this appearance is fake. ”

"What?" Li Ming had a look of shock on his face, looking at Li Ling with a majestic expression.

Meeting Li Ming's shocked gaze, Li Ling's eyes flashed with a terrifying light, and said, "I will take you as an apprentice, there is no frame, only two requirements." ”

"First, you can't be treacherous, you can't deceive your teachers and destroy your ancestors, can you do it?"

"Disciple will definitely do it!"

"Second, you can't teach others the martial arts I taught you without my consent, can you do it?"

"Disciple can!"

"Tea!"

"Please master tea!"

Li Ming knelt on his knees, raised the teacup high with both hands, and his face was full of excitement.

Li Ling had a smile on his face, took the teacup in Li Ming's hand, took a sip, and said, "Get up." ”

"Yes, master!"

Looking at Li Ming's anxious look, Li Ling chuckled lightly and said, "I really want to learn kung fu?"

"Uh-huh!" Li Ming's head was like a chicken pecking rice.

"You have a relatively stable temperament, I'll teach you a set of Wudang Changquan first. ”

"Thank you, master!"

"Follow me into the courtyard!"

Following behind Li Ling, Li Ming's face was full of excitement, and he muttered: "The master wants to teach me Wudang Changquan, is it possible that the master is a disciple of Wudang?"

Walking into the courtyard, Li Ling looked at Li Ming, who had a happy face and didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and said with a smile: "I'll play Wudang Changquan for you first, you can remember as much as you can!"

"Uh-huh!"

Li Jiaxuan's heavy fist is a collection of several sets of boxing techniques, and then derived from them, so Li Ling naturally knows these boxing techniques.

Wudang Changquan is not Tai Chi practiced by ordinary people.

There is only one word for this set of punches, fast!

Martial arts in the world are only fast and unbreakable, this is not a joke.

The world thinks that Wudang martial arts are all slow and fast, but in fact, it is not.

If you think about it with your head, you know that this is impossible.

Slow here refers to the slow timing of the shot, but once the shot is made, it is like thunder, extremely fast.

"Look!"

Li Ling snorted, but he didn't use his true qi, his hands clenched into fists, and his eyes were like electricity, like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Bang Bang!"

Li Ming's eyes flashed with shock, looking at Li Ling who was swinging his fist, and the sound of breaking the air continued to sound, deafening, as if setting off firecrackers.

"So fast!"

"Li Ming, there are not many Wudang Changquan moves, only eight moves, but these eight moves cooperate with each other, but they are varied. And there is only one word that supports these eight moves, and that is 'fast'!" Li Ling bent his right elbow, and his right fist was like a missile jet, blasting forward, and with his violent energy, he pulled a small tree in the distance three inches high.

"If you want to be fast, you must first throw away the distractions in your heart, punch, punch, punch. When your mind moves and your fist lands in the designated place, then you're almost at the beginning!"

Li Ling shook his fists, a smile appeared on his face, looked at Li Ming, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, stunned, and asked, "How much do you remember?"