Looking at His Royal Highness King Jing's triumphant expression, as if it was a very glorious thing to shoot people's bricks, Su Han pursed his lips, turned around and walked out.

Scold!

When he was young, there was no one in the imperial city who could stop him from a brick.

Nor does he touch his conscience and ask, did he believe it himself before he said this?

As his own son, sixteen years, he still doesn't know him?

Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how many times had he heard his mother and concubine say that his father was in the imperial city when he was young, and that was an existence that made countless big families gnash their teeth at the mention of his name, from hundreds of years old to babies who had just reached the full moon.

Regarding the matter of slapping bricks, no one dares to provoke him if they know who he is, and those who dare to provoke him don't even know who he is, and they can't beat him.

As for the clapper brick becoming a causal technique..... Hehe, non-existent.

Mo said that it had become the same causal skill as a stuffy stick, and Su Han even doubted that with his father's unreliable appearance, his clapper brick magic skill could form a skill tree.

Walking out again, slandering in my heart over and over again.

Walking.

Walking.

Su Han's footsteps couldn't help but pause slightly.

"What if?"

"What if his father's craftsmanship can really form a skill tree?"

"What if..... Is it really causality?"

"In case ....."

A few days in a row, Su Han's determination couldn't help but waver slightly.

Take the causal technique, for example.

Although he said that he couldn't look at it, although every time he used it, he felt that the thief chicken was ashamed and lost his identity.

But he also had to admit in his heart that the perverted existence of the causal technique, whether it is the casual swordsmanship or the stuffy stick, is so perverted that people can't stop every time they use it.

So.....

"Or ..... Try?"

Subconsciously shaking my head to get this somewhat scary thought out of my head, it's just.... As soon as this thought appeared, it was like an appendage, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how he fell.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Back.

"Father's ....."

......

"So, that's it?"

In the back garden, under the big tree planted by the last surviving ancestor back then, His Royal Highness King Jing threw away the bricks in his hand and looked at Su Han with a face that was not hidden.

finally had the opportunity to show his stunts in front of his son, and he was talking energetically, learning from his own princess to show some action essentials while talking.

It's just that.... It had only been an hour, and before he had enough to talk about it, his son told him that it was okay and that he had learned.

Scold.... Learned, who did he lie?

Did he think he hadn't seen it? When he talked about the essentials of the movements, the bastard was so distracted that he didn't know which girl he had flown to.

Well.... Speaking of girls, except for the time when he secretly ran to Yunshui Pavilion with Su Xiaoer when he was eight years old, this kid never seemed to show interest in anyone's girl.

So..... It can't be that time when I was beaten out of the psychological shadow, right?

This is sixteen years old, and I think when he was sixteen years old, he was about to chase his princess.

This kid.... Why aren't you in a hurry?

If you want to chase the girl, the wind girl who came to the palace with Xiaoyan as a guest seems to be good, she has a good appearance, her cultivation is not bad, and her background is not small at a glance, and she is completely worthy of his son of King Jing.

Well.... In the future, you can find an opportunity to probe the tone of this little bastard.

Thinking habitually crooked, when His Royal Highness King Jing even thought of the name of his future great-grandson, he suddenly woke up.

Hey.... No, is it the girl's problem now? Isn't it the problem that this bastard can't even listen to me?

Thinking of the fact that Su Han was still distracted when he talked about the essentials of clapping bricks, King Jing left behind the fact that his son was sixteen years old and didn't look for a girl, which made the two of them worry every time they thought about it.

"You mean.... You've learned how to make bricks?"

Su Han glanced at the skill tree that was shining with golden light, and nodded, "Father taught me well, you have completely mastered these movement essentials." ”

King Jing looked at him with suspicion in his eyes.

He looked at him again, with puzzlement in his eyes.

Look at him again, with doubts in his eyes.

"But..... I'm not done yet. ”

Su Han: "....."

Not.... Haven't you finished talking?

If you haven't finished talking, how did this skill tree come about?

"The child is very talented, draw inferences from one another, father, you have spoken about some of it, and the child will understand the other content on his own, and understand it thoroughly. ”

King Jing nodded and handed the brick in his hand to Su Han.

Su Han looked at the bricks in his hand, a little confused.

"Haven't you learned? Now show your father how you have learned, and let him see if you have learned correctly. ”

Su Han: "......"

Demo? He doesn't even have a skill tree yet.

What's that..... You must be thirsty and tired after such a demonstration, right? Why don't you go back and drink saliva and rest, and then show you when the child burns a tree?

Thinking so in his heart, Su Han thought of an excuse as soon as his mind turned.

"This.... Not good. ”

King Jing asked rhetorically, "Why is it bad?"

"In the case of clapping bricks, you still have to slap the bricks on people's heads to see how well this craft is mastered.

Child.... You can't take a brick at you, can you?

Even if you don't mind, you can't do it. ”

King Jing's eyes widened, and he almost gave Su Han a slap, "Can't do it?" Do you really want to shoot me?"

Su Han didn't even dare, King Jing glanced at Su Xiaoer, who had been standing aside from beginning to end, quietly waiting for the order without saying a word.

"Isn't there a ready-made one=Well, you can try your hand at Su Xiaoer. ”

Su Han: "......"

Su Xiaoer: "......???"

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Looking at the bewildered Su Han and the even more bewildered Su Xiaoer, King Jing opened his mouth and comforted,

"Don't worry, with Su Xiaoer's cultivation, as long as you control your strength, you won't hurt him. ”

Su Xiaoer: "....."

Control the force?

What if you can't control the strength?

Lord, did you really let me out?

Showing a smile that was more ugly than crying, Su Xiaoer looked at Su Han helplessly, "Shizi, you have to keep it." ”

Su Han looked at Su Xiaoer, then looked at the bricks in his hand, and nodded.

Causal Technique.

Holding the bricks in his hand with a stick gesture, Su Han turned the slap into a knock, and a brick slapped on the back of Su Xiaoer's head.

At that moment, Su Xiaoer felt that his brain was confused, and his five senses and six senses seemed to be deprived of a moment.

After an instant, everything recovered, except for a brick on the back of the head, everything was the same as before.

"I.... Am I okay?"

Recalling the experience of that moment just now, Su Xiaoer asked himself softly in a little confusion, and kept touching his face and head with his hands.

Su Han withdrew his hand holding the bricks and turned his head to look at his father.

"What do you think?"

King Jing: "....."

Although there are many movements that he has mastered, his son has not mastered, although he holds the brick as if he is holding a stick.

But he has to admit that his son has mastered the art of clapping bricks to the realm of being better than blue.

At the moment when the bricks were shot, from the perspective of the bystanders, King Jing inexplicably had a feeling.

If this brick was photographed on him, with his cultivation that had successfully broken through to the late stage of the Shenhai Realm, he would not be able to hide.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and His Royal Highness King Jing gave a thumbs up, "Okay." ”

Spit out a word with difficulty, His Royal Highness King Jing turned around and walked out of the garden, leaving the back...... was inexplicably a little lonely.

Clapper bricks!

He King Jing is not weaker than others, and the two things that make him most confident are that he has caught up with his current princess, and the other is that he has raised the craft of clapper bricks to the level of art.

However, now these two things to be proud of are no longer qualified to brag in front of their own sons.

The princess, whom he worked so hard to find, became his mother the moment his son was born.

He has been practicing hard for decades, and he has not known that he has broken hundreds of thousands of heads, and his son has only let him teach it for an hour, and he has mastered it more than him.

Inexplicably, His Royal Highness King Jing, who once claimed to be a genius, felt a little lonely in his heart-

In this world, the gap between geniuses and geniuses is sometimes bigger than the gap between geniuses and dogs!