Zhao Yu said this, the painting style changed, hooked the corners of his lips and added another sentence.

"Of course, I don't need you to be a good person, after all, there is a good saying, good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years. So I don't need you to be a good person, but no matter when and where, you must have a clear conscience, can you do it? ”

Zhang Ling: "Yes." ”

Zhang Ying: "Yes." ”

Zhao Yu turned his head to look at them.

"Very well, remember your words today."

"Now I officially teach you the Phantom Divine Skill, which comes from the Xuancheng Pavilion. Now on behalf of Qi Fourteen, the master of Xuancheng Pavilion, I will accept you as disciples, and you will be his successors in the future. ”

Since ancient times, if you want to really learn deep martial arts, there is naturally a inheritance.

Therefore, it is necessary to apprentice.

Qi Fourteen, that was his father's secret guard commander, a talent who specialized in collecting all kinds of intelligence, and was the number one master by his father's side.

can also be regarded as Zhao Yu's half master.

As he spoke, Zhao Yu waved his piccolo, and instantly used his internal force to write Qi Shiv's name on the ground.

Turning his head to look at Zhang Ling and them, Zhao Yu spoke lightly.

"Now kowtow to the teacher."

Looking at the name on the ground, Zhao Yu's face was serious, and his mood was complicated.

Once he was tossed dead and alive by the owner of this name, every day was injured, and in the blink of an eye, 1,400 years had passed.

They have become history, and he still lives in this world.

After hearing this, the Zhang Ling brothers solemnly kowtowed to the name in front of them.

"The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship."

"The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship."

After the Zhang Ling brothers kowtowed to their teacher, Zhao Yu said, "Get up!" Now I will officially teach you martial arts. ”

Zhang Ling: "It's the young master." ”

Zhang Ying: "It's the young master." ”

As they spoke, the two stood up and looked at Zhao Yu nervously and excitedly.

Zhao Yu forked the piccolo on his waist before he spoke in a deep voice.

"Now it's up to you to see how much you can learn."

"Hold your breath and concentrate, your heart is like a mirror, you go with the wind, you return to the source in one go, your heart is like stopping water, you are not alarmed, the way of the wind lies in softness, and the way of softness overcomes rigidity ......with softness."

Zhao Yu recited the mantra while raising his hand to feel the flow of the wind, sometimes lifting and sometimes surrounding.

One move, one style, soft and rigid.

Fluttering like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon, the body is agile and light like the wind.

It seems to be gentle like water, but it kills everywhere? Zhao Yuyun raised his hand, and a strong wind instantly rolled around him.

Brother Zhang Ling, who was standing on the side, widened his eyes? I can't believe it.

What is the situation? If it is seen by someone who does not know, I am afraid that no one will believe that it is true.

Maybe you think it's filming TV? After all, in this day and age? Such martial arts simply do not exist.

After Zhao Yu demonstrated it, he put away his breath and stopped.

At this point, the scene is quiet again? The wind had also stopped, and it was quiet, except for the sound of falling leaves.

Brother Zhang Ling felt that everything just now was like an illusion.

But? The countless bamboo leaves falling from the top of their heads seemed to remind them that everything was real just now.

Zhao Yu ignored the wide-eyed petrified Zhang Ling brothers, and instead reached out to grab a leaf.

With a flick of his hand, the leaf flew straight into the distance. After the leaves penetrated several bamboos one after another, they were firmly rooted in a certain bamboo.

Zhang Ling: "......"

Zhang Ying: "......"

It's amazing!

This is the voice of the two at this time.

Perhaps they were too nervous, but they could clearly hear their own hearts beating fast.

Just when the two of them subconsciously swallowed their saliva, Zhao Yu looked up at them with a smile.

"Work hard, you can too."

Hearing Zhao Yu's voice, the Zhang Ling brothers nodded solemnly.

"Yes."

"Yes."

Zhao Yu glanced at the two of them and instantly smiled? Sharp and deep eyes looked at the two, and Zhao Yu said coldly.

"Then start practicing now, when you can feel the flow of the wind, when you can go down the mountain."

"If you can't feel it, I'll spend the night here tonight."

"Don't worry, it's cold and deadly."

Zhao Yu hooked the corners of his lips after speaking? That smile made the backs of the Zhang Ling brothers cold.

This moment? Do they know it clearly? It is really not an easy thing to stay with the young master.

Zhao Yu left? He never looked back at the brothers.

Suffering from suffering? Fang is a master, if you can't bear this bit of hardship? Then he doesn't need such waste......

When Zhao Yu returned home from the suburbs, it was already eleven o'clock.

When she opened the door and walked into the living room, she saw her mother sitting on the sofa and drawing comics.

"Mom, I'm back."

Hearing his son's voice, Song Qing raised his head.

"Son, where did you go today, I didn't see anyone early in the morning."

Zhao Yu didn't hide it, and came to his mother and sat down in a few steps.

"Mom, we went to the suburbs to practice."

"I see, hey, what about the Zhang Ling brothers? Why don't you see people? Song said lightly and glanced at the door, but he really didn't see anyone.

Zhao Yu reached out and poured himself a glass of water, and after taking a sip, he said: "They won't come back for a while, I'll let them stay there to practice." ”

Song nodded after hearing this.

"I see."

She didn't ask much, after all, the younger brother was received by her son, and how to do it was her son's business.

Moreover, her son knows what he is doing, so she doesn't have to worry about it.

Looking at his son, Song Qing put down the drawing board.

"Is your son hungry?"

Zhao Yu nodded after hearing this.

"A little."

Song Qing smiled.

"You sit and watch TV for a while, and today your mother will cook pork ribs and noodles for you."

Zhao Yu nodded.

"Okay, Mom, put more green onions."

"Okay baby."

Song said lightly, kissed his son on the forehead, and then got up and went to the kitchen.

Zhao Yu blushed.

Heart and liver baby or something, I can.

In the living room, Zhao Yu sat on the sofa with his mobile phone and played games, and in the kitchen, Song hummed an out-of-tune song and cooked pork ribs happily......

Because it takes a long time to cook pork ribs, Zhao Yu has been sitting on the sofa and playing games.

Zhao Yu felt that the time was almost up, so he quit the game and called his father.

As soon as the phone was connected, Zhao Cheng's voice came from the mobile phone.

"What's the matter?"

"Mom cooked pork rib noodles, do you want to come back and eat noodles father?"

"Okay, I'll come back for my father."

"Hurry up, it's almost good, I don't have to drink the soup when I'm late."

"Well, here we go."

"That's hanging."

Zhao Yu hung up the phone and shouted towards the kitchen.

"Mom."

In the kitchen, Song Qing heard Zhao Yu call his descendants to the kitchen door.

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Yu shook his phone and said, "Father is coming back to eat noodles." ”

"Okay, got it." While speaking, Song Qing turned around and went to get busy again.

Song Qing's humming voice in the kitchen continued, obviously sounding in a good mood.

It seems that the relationship between his parents is getting better and better.

So this sister or something can be arranged.