Half a month is fast. Almost in a flash. The bodies of the thirty-six Iron Guards were almost visibly thick. Even Ling Jian, who had been running with everyone, his originally thin body was now obviously stronger.

And Ling Jian's performance in these days also impressed all the iron-blooded guards. With Ling Jian's original physique, it is not said that it is eighty miles, but it is forty miles, which is also very reluctant. On the first day of training, Ling Jian ran out of strength and fainted before he finished the halfway run. One of the Iron Guards picked him up and threw him on his back, carrying him for a while. Unexpectedly, after Ling Jian woke up, he said that he would go down and run by himself, and even kicked and bitten. As a result, not long after running, he fainted and fell to the ground.

For half a month, all the iron-blooded guards didn't know how many times they had seen Ling Jian faint, but the young man's nerves were as if they were made of steel, and he fainted silently, and then woke up, and continued to run silently.

The thirty-six iron-blooded guards are all iron feet trained by the perennial march, as long as the physical strength can keep up, there is no problem on the feet at all. But Ling Jian is different, after all, he is only a **-year-old child, the skin on his body is still very delicate, the first day of running, his feet have been ground up with dense blood blisters, some have been worn out, and the flesh and blood are blurred. Even the iron-blooded guard who helped him deal with the blood blisters couldn't help but feel a tingle on his scalp when he saw it. But this stubborn teenager still appeared in the queue when he ran the next day, and then fainted, and new blood blisters were grinded and worn again......

At the beginning, all the Iron Blood Guards were still quite dissatisfied with Ling Tian for throwing this little child in the team, which was obviously a burden. But later, this contempt turned into a heartfelt admiration!

From the beginning to the end, Ling Jian either fainted, or his feet were covered with blood, but he never snorted! He never cried once! Every time, he silently followed the footsteps of everyone, not admitting defeat at all.

Later, such a peculiar situation appeared, once some of the iron-blooded guards were physically exhausted and wanted to be lazy, as long as they saw Ling Jian's thin figure, they immediately felt ashamed from the bottom of their hearts, and they actually greatly increased everyone's training speed!

In the early morning, the sky is slightly bright. Ling Tian sat quietly in front of the stone table on his campus alone, holding his hands on his back, silently thinking about his thoughts.

The youngest of the thirty-six Iron Blood Guards was already over twenty years old, and he had already passed the best age for martial arts. Wanting them to practice their internal skills is undoubtedly nothing less than a fantasy. Ling Tian rummaged through it for a long time before he found out from his memory a kind of foreign hard skill similar to the golden bell jar and the iron cloth shirt. Prepare to teach the Iron Guards. Since you have to work hard with yourself for a long time in the future, it is not possible to improve your strength.

Regarding the martial arts of the Iron Blood Guards, Ling Tian felt a lot of headaches, these guys basically didn't have any routines in their current foundation, they were all instincts that they had comprehended from the battlefield. Ling Tian thought about it, if he just taught them the martial arts that were suitable for slashing and slashing on the battlefield, then if he fought alone with others in the rivers and lakes, he would definitely suffer. If you teach two sets of martial arts at the same time, look at the elm heads of these guys, God knows what they will learn!

While he was thinking, there was a sound of small footsteps behind him, and then a thick coat was draped over him. A gentle and delicate voice with a little apprehension sounded: "Childe, be careful of catching a cold." ”

Ling Tian smiled gently, turned his head, and what appeared in front of him was a delicate little girl, with small red lips, a straight nose, and big eyes like two pools of deep lake water, bottomless, and his own figure could be illuminated from it, without the slightest impurity. It was early in the morning. Since the little girl was brought back to the house by Ling Tian, her nutrition has gradually kept up, her little face has become ruddy, and her body has become much stronger.

Ling Tian smiled, couldn't help but reach out and grab Ling Chen's bare little hand, and said, "Chen'er, why is it so early? ”

Ling Chen lowered his eyes shyly, looking at the pair of palms that were holding his small hand, and there was still a hint of restraint in his voice: "Chen'er doesn't worry about Gongzi being here alone, it's cold!"

Ling Tian gently brushed the messy hair on her forehead and said softly, "I'm in good health, it's okay." You hurry back and sleep a little longer, it's still early. ”

In fact, Ling Tian's age now is a year or two younger than that of the early morning, but somehow, every time Ling Tian sees this poor little girl, he always has a feeling of wanting to comfort and love as an elder.

Ling Chen bit his red lip and seemed to hesitate for a long time before he said timidly: "Childe, let Chen'er follow Ling Jian and them to train in the future?"

Ling Tian couldn't help but be stunned and said, "Why do you think that?"

Ling Chen lowered his head and muttered: "I know that Gongzi trained them so that they can contribute to Gongzi and do great things in the future, and Chen'er also wants to help Gongzi." Would you like to say yes?"

Ling Tian smiled and said, "Chen'er, it's very hard to practice martial arts. I'm afraid you can't stand it. ”

Ling Chen stubbornly raised his head, his beautiful big eyes were full of determination: "Ling Jian and they can all stand it, Chen'er will definitely be able to stand it." Chen'er is not afraid of hardship, as long as she can help her son, Chen'er is willing to do anything. ”

Ling Tian smiled, pinched her little face, and said, "Okay, I'll make an exception for my Chen'er, well, when I think about it, what kind of kung fu should I teach Chen'er?"

Ling Chen was overjoyed, looked up at his little face, and said, "Childe had better teach Chen'er the most powerful kung fu, and Chen'er must defeat Ling Jian." ”

Ling Tian burst into laughter and said, "Okay, I'll make you stronger than Ling Jian." However, Chen'er, in Childe's place, once it starts, there is no turning back, I don't like to give up halfway. ”

Ling Chen said firmly: "Don't worry, Childe, Chen'er must work harder than Ling Jian." ”

Ling Tian chuckled lightly, but his mind quickly turned, what kind of kung fu should he teach Ling Chen? His own dragon magic skill is not suitable for women to cultivate, it will definitely not work; as for the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt...... Then that's even more nonsense, how can there be a girl who practices that kind of kung fu? Then, there is only one kind left that can be suitable for a woman's cultivation, and that is the cold ice magic skill practiced by Ling Xue'er in her previous life. Thinking of Ling Xue'er, Ling Tian's heart was in a trance, and then there was a throbbing pain.

After a while, Fang said, "Chen'er, come here, I'll touch your bones." ”

With a sigh of encouragement in the early morning, the small body came to Ling Tian's body.

The so-called "touching the bones" is a necessary procedure before each apprenticeship of the ancient Chinese martial arts sect, that is, to check whether a person's talent is suitable for practicing their own martial arts.

For example, some people's bodies have inconsistencies in their bodies, and the actions that others can easily make are not standard in any case. This is not something that can be compensated for by hard work, but a person's talent.

Just like the current Chinese sports, most of the sports that require people's physical flexibility such as physical fitness are basically athletes from the south who can win gold medals, and northerners rarely see people who can train physical sports to the top in the world. This is not to say that northerners do not work hard, nor that northerners are inferior to southerners. It's a matter of innate surnames. It has a lot to do with the environment in which a person grows up, the climate in the south is humid, and the air in the north is dry and cold. Southerners are generally more physically coordinated than northerners, and their skin is generally much more delicate than northerners, but northerners' physical fitness and physique are generally much stronger than southerners. The region, climate, and food determine all this. Therefore, some projects that require a lot of physical energy are basically northerners, hehe, it's far away, back to business.

Ling Tian's eyes were slightly closed, and his hands roamed over Ling Chen's body, and the internal force contained in them probed the distribution of bones in every part of Ling Chen's body with the movement of his palms.

After some probing, Ling Tian was unexpected. This little girl's talent was far higher than she expected, not even inferior to Ling Jian, if she was carefully trained by Ling Tian, I am afraid that she would be a terrifying existence in the near future.

Thinking of these things in his heart, Ling Tian couldn't help but feel a little distracted, and he didn't even hear the footsteps that came to the gate of the courtyard.

"Ahh

Ling Tian was taken aback, and hurriedly looked back, only to see a few people standing at the gate of the small courtyard.

Ling Xiao and his wife, Ling Kong's father and son, and next to them turned out to be Ling Tian's noble concubine aunt Ling Ran, who was covering her red lips with one hand and looking at herself in surprise. The expressions on the faces of several people were the same, and they all looked at the two of them with their mouths wide open.

At this moment, the movements between Ling Tian and Ling Chen looked extremely ambiguous to outsiders. Ling Tian held Ling Chen tightly in his arms, and his hands walked up and down Ling Chen's body, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was very intoxicated. And Ling Chen's face was full of crimson, and he was clinging to Ling Tian's arms......

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