Zhang Lang saw Fei Fu running in front of him, and asked with a smile: "You haven't rested so late?" ”

Fei Fu blushed, lowered his head, and whispered: "The son hasn't come back yet, slave maid, how can slave and maid rest?" ……”

Zhang Lang only felt warm in his heart, and naturally reached over and brushed the hair on his sideburns, as if he had treated his baby sister in the past.

Flying's head hung lower. Suddenly he raised his head as if he remembered something and said, "Childe, the slave has prepared a supper." ……”

Zhang Lang frowned, and said unhappily: "Don't be a slave, it sounds weird!" You are my sister, so call me brother in the future! ”

Fei Xi suddenly looked at a loss, glanced at Zhang Lang, hurriedly lowered his head again, and whispered: "Slave, slave......"

Zhang Lang said angrily: "You still call yourself a slave? ”

Fei Xu couldn't help but raise his head to look at Zhang Lang, his big eyes revealed a strange look, and then his mouth opened and closed, and he shouted, "Brother! ……”

Zhang Lang smiled and said, "That's right!" Little sister, what kind of supper did you prepare for me? ”

Fei Fu came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "It's Gong, well, it's my brother's favorite stewed river fish!" ”

Zhang Lang couldn't help swallowing when he heard the name of the dish from Fei Su, and naturally grabbed Fei Fu's slender hand and walked towards the back, and said with a smile: "I can't wait!" Walk! ”

Fei Xi was very happy and hurriedly followed Zhang Lang. While walking, her eyes couldn't help but fall on the palm held by Zhang Lang, and her heart suddenly hit like a deer, which made her hang her head at a loss.

When the two of them came to the backyard, they saw a brightly lit scene on the opposite side of the lotus pond, where the guards and their families lived. I don't know if they are all resting, and it is quiet over there.

The two of them continued to walk along the lotus pond, and suddenly, a gust of wind whistle reached Zhang Lang's eardrums.

Zhang Lang felt strange in his heart, immediately stopped, followed the reputation, and saw the figure swaying in the small bamboo forest on the bank of the lotus pond, and the sound of strong wind whistling came from time to time!

"Huh? This is Zhang He, right? "Zhang Lang is not very sure.

The flying flotsam on the side is already a little accustomed to being held by Zhang Lang's palm, and he is no longer as shy and uneasy as before, and when he heard Zhang Lang's words, he immediately looked at the bamboo forest,

hurriedly said to Zhang Lang: "It's Brother Zhang He!" He would practice martial arts in the bamboo forest every night! ”

Zhang Lang heard that the wind whistle was so sharp, as if he could cut through the space with every stroke, he only felt incredible, and immediately walked towards the bamboo forest. The flotsam followed.

When I came to the bamboo forest, I saw that in the small clearing in the bamboo forest, Zhang He was struggling to dance the spear, the speed was unbelievable, the spear was no longer visible, and only the cold shadows of the spear dancing could be seen.

Zhang Lang is an elite in the army who has been in the field for a long time, and he asked himself that his fighting skills are not the first in the world, but they are definitely the first-class ranks, but at this moment, he was still shocked when he saw Zhang He's gun dance!

At this moment, Zhang He dragged the iron spear backwards, and then pushed the spear forward! An unbelievable scene appeared to Zhang Lang immediately, and he actually saw an illusory gun flying out.

In an instant, it hit a maple tree about two feet away, and with a bang, the maple tree shook violently, and the gun actually made a hole the size of a ping-pong ball in the trunk of the maple tree!

Zhang Lang opened his mouth in shock, unable to close it. He wondered if he was dreaming! What was that? How can there be such a plot that seems to be in a fantasy drama? Such an amazing martial art really exists?!

Zhang He found Zhang Lang and Fei Fu, immediately stopped practicing martial arts, stepped forward quickly with an iron spear, and bowed to Zhang Lang with a fist: "Son! ”

Zhang Lang came back to his senses, and couldn't help but look Zhang He up and down, his eyes were very hot, but he looked at Zhang He a little overwhelmed.

"Junyi, what kind of martial arts did you practice just now? It is possible to penetrate a maple tree so far away from the air?! Zhang Lang asked curiously.

Zhang He hugged his fists and said: "This is a subordinate family heirloom stunt, called 'Wind Shooting'." ”

Zhang Lang's heart was itching, and he couldn't help asking: "Ju Yi, can you teach me your 'Storm Execution'?" ”

Zhang He was stunned for a moment, revealing a hesitant expression.

When Zhang Lang saw him like this, he remembered that there was a plot in the film and television dramas he had seen in later generations, that is, family heirloom stunts could not be passed on! Even within the family, there seem to be all kinds of restrictions!

As soon as I thought of this, I felt a little disappointed, so I said to Zhang He: "It's me who is impulsive!" Don't be embarrassed! ……”

Zhang He hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "Gongzi is the life-saving benefactor of his subordinates, and the lives of his subordinates are Gongzi's, not to mention the stunts of this family." If the son wants to learn, his subordinates should teach him!

It's just that Childe has already become an adult, and he is only practicing at this moment, so I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve great achievements, so I am a little hesitant. ……”

When Zhang Lang heard this, he immediately smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay!" You only discipline, I can practice as far as I can! ”

Zhang He hugged his fists and promised, and then said: "That subordinate will first teach the mantra of internal strength to the son." ......" After speaking, he glanced at Fei Xi as if intentionally and unintentionally.

Fei Sulan was very good-hearted, and when she saw Zhang He's gaze, she immediately understood it, and immediately said to Zhang Lang: "Little sister doesn't disturb my brother's martial arts practice, so I will retire!" ”

Zhang Lang's mind was on Zhang He's marksmanship at the moment, and he nodded immediately. Fei Fu greeted Zhang Lang slightly, and then turned around and went down.

Zhang He saw that Fei Fu had left, so he began to teach Zhang Lang this set of 'Storm Shooting'.

Zhang Lang sat down cross-legged according to Professor Zhang He's method, and used his mind to guide the natural breath of the outside world into the meridians.

Slowly, he felt a little, as if he had touched something, and the world around him seemed to become extremely quiet all of a sudden, and he felt a certain breath that seemed to have existed between heaven and earth since eternity!

Zhang Lang immediately knew that it was the natural qi of heaven and earth that Zhang He said, so he immediately attracted them with his thoughts.

The surrounding natural aura immediately slowly gathered, and after a while, Zhang Lang felt as if they had turned into threads of silk from various acupoints into his body, swimming along the meridians.

Zhang He, who was standing in front of Zhang Lang and observing Zhang Lang, immediately felt the fluctuations of the natural qi around him, and felt that a trace of natural breath was being inhaled by Zhang Lang.

Zhang He had an incredible look on his face, and muttered in disbelief: "How is this possible? I practiced Qi when I was eight years old, and it took me a full year before I could feel the natural breath of heaven and earth and channel them into my body.

But Childe was able to do it immediately, which is incredible! Childe's talent is really amazing! ”

Zhang Lang constantly guided the natural breath of heaven and earth into the internal circulation, slowly converging towards the dantian, completely forgetting himself, an indescribable pleasure that made him want to stop.

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