Shi Meng didn't put Fu Yi in his eyes at all, he felt that Fu Yi could sit in this garrison position, and it must be that Jin Zongbing deliberately improved the identity of the little master's adoptive father.

If you don't have a little master, it's estimated that you'll be a waste, fighting tiger heroes, hehe!

Fu Yi also held his breath, it was this reckless man who washed the marrow of his second son and made his own opinions.

The strength of the second son, can he not know?

It's not time yet, it's too early to develop, and Jinghui's brain can't manipulate the power at all.

The battle between the two men started instantly, and they both wanted to suppress each other, so there was no false move, and it was a ruthless move when they came up.

Su Xiaoxiao watched it very happily, and Fu Jinghui didn't squat in the corner, so he hurriedly stood beside his mother.

"Mother, will my father win, or will my master win?"

"Who do you want to win?" Su Xiaoxiao rubbed the hair of his second son, at present, it seems that the strength is evenly matched, it depends on whose internal strength is stronger, and the staying power and explosiveness are both powerful, then win.

"It's okay, my father is great, and my master is also powerful. Mother, in fact, you are also very powerful, your body shape is stronger than my father. Fu Jinghui thinks that this is probably a woman's advantage.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't speak again, now is a good opportunity to learn.

has already made ten moves, and this Shi Meng is qualified to be the master of the second son, and his force is worth this.

Twenty strokes passed, and the two men began to sympathize with each other.

Shi Meng withdrew his hand, "Master Fu, good kung fu." Shi Meng's villain's heart was disrespectful to adults just now, and now he is making amends. ”

"It's Fu who didn't entertain Master Shi well, and Jinghui will trouble you in the future." Fu Yi patted Shi Meng's arm, "Brother Shi, hurry up and put on your clothes to avoid catching a cold." ”

Shi Meng: I'm sweating profusely, my big body will catch a cold?

However, Master Fu was in a heart, and he still put on his clothes.

Su Xiaoxiao: Hehe, man, stingy man.

"Master Shi, the house has cleaned up the guest room for you, if you need anything, you can mention it." Fu Yi recognized, and of course she changed her attitude.

"Thank you, where is Jinghui's thatched house, take Master there." Shi Meng looked anxious, and when he arrived at the thatched house, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Grandma's, if you continue to fight, it will be an internal injury.

Fu Yi couldn't see Shi Meng's shadow here, took out a handkerchief, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

Su Xiaoxiao immediately became worried, "Are you injured?" ”

"Out of the way, he's no lighter than me. Otherwise, you can go to the hut in such a hurry? I'll go get a drink first. Fu Yi wiped the corners of his mouth and picked up his handkerchief.

"Are you alright? You vomit blood......" Su Xiaoxiao saw that his walking pace was still steady, and it was estimated that there was nothing wrong.

If there is a lot of blood, just spit out two mouthfuls!

The martial arts fight has ended, and when Shi Meng comes again, they have begun the literary fight, the art of war.

Su Xiaoxiao heard it in a fog, and Fu Jinghui had stars in his eyes, although he didn't like to read, he liked military books!

It's a good opportunity to skip class, move a small bench, just sit there and listen, and take out a small notebook and memorize it slowly.

"Brother Shi, you are a senior. Brother, I admire, when I go to fight the northern country again, is Brother Shi willing to be together? After some exchanges, Fu Yi knew that the other party was a true warrior who fought on the battlefield.

"Naturally willing, I was the pioneer of my master that year, and I beat the little prince of the northern kingdom with a lot of pee......" Shi Meng got carried away for a while, said too much, and when he stopped, he was a little embarrassed.

"Master, who is your master? How big an official is a pioneer? Who is the little prince of the northern kingdom? Fu Jinghui's face was full of curiosity, and he directly asked three questions.

What is certain is that both father and mother have recognized Master, and Master is a very powerful person.

Shi scratched his head, how can this be answered?

Seeing this, Su Xiaoxiao immediately helped, "Jinghui, this is all Master's secret, we shouldn't ask." When you grow up, let Master and Dad take you to the battlefield. ”

"I can go to the battlefield now, I want to accumulate military merits and become a general, so that my mother can be a lady." Fu Jinghui remembers this incident all the time.

Usually say it's okay at home, but in the face of the people who abolished the prince, Su Xiaoxiao is a little unnatural.

Maybe the other party thought they were saying this to the child on purpose.

"Your mother's fate, dad will earn it, and you will earn your daughter-in-law's life in the future." Fu Yi thought that if he beat him a few more times, his daughter-in-law would have a fate, did he still need a stinky boy to get it?

"I don't want a daughter-in-law, I want a mother." Fu Jinghui feels that dreams cannot be changed.

This is the principle taught by the Master, especially that men should not be half-hearted.

"Sir, madam, do you want to pass the meal now?" The timely appearance of Li Wanshi eased the atmosphere.

Su Xiaoxiao realized that the two people had been fighting for almost two hours.

"Biography, master, Master Shi will talk to the restaurant again!"

"Brother Shi, please!"

"Master Fu, please!"

No one asked about the past anymore, and Shi Meng didn't seem to hear the word "command".

During the banquet, Fu Yi made a request to Shi Meng to teach the children, to be more literate and write, and if he couldn't do it, he would copy the military book.

"Master said that a man who fights does not need to learn so many useless bird characters." Fu Jinghui finally got rid of the school hall, so he stopped writing.

Shi Meng coughed twice in embarrassment, "There are a lot of big and rough people in the barracks, and Master Fu should know if he has been there." This art of war is not enough to rely on books, it has to be done on the battlefield. ”

"Yes, go to the battlefield to do it, Dad, next time you fight the northern country, remember to take me with you." Fu Jinghui can't wait to fight the northerners tomorrow.

Su Xiaoxiao wanted to speak, but thinking that this occasion was wrong, it was the first time they met, and she still held back, wanting to give the man and her son face.

"Brother Shi, your words make sense, but if the words are written too little, should the battle reports and folds be replaced by circles?" Fu Yi thought of the book that Fu Jinghui had hidden, and there were circles on it.

With one line of annotation, there are five circles.

That's it.,I also like to peek at the book.。

"Dad, replace it with a painting, or let someone else write it." Fu Jinghui mentioned the circle, he was not embarrassed at all, anyway, the circle could be read while it was hot.

When the circle is cold, it may not be, anyway, it can be partially right.

"Painting? You draw a letter and show it to me. Before Fu Yi finished speaking, Fu Jinghui took out the notebook he had just taken out from his arms.

"Dad, Master, this is the canyon battle you just talked about, see how I drew it?" He proudly unfolded.

Thanks to the fact that the family was poor before, my mother asked them to use charcoal.

Although I have silver now, I still think that charcoal is much better than brushes.

Su Xiaoxiao leaned over to take a look, and was stunned, but he didn't expect that the second child was also a talent.

This painting is so powerful, the terrain is sketched out in a few strokes, and the cavalry and infantry on both sides are lined up, turning back one by one, and the more they climb, the more surprised they become.

She plans to give her son a new pen, which is estimated to be better if it is not charcoal.

"Good, great! We are ...... Jinghui is a natural handsome talent. Shi Meng laughed, and the little master stopped it in time.

Fu Yi pinched his son's shoulder, "Good job." ”