In the small courtyard of the second uncle, in the middle of the front yard, an old man and a young man put on a posture.

Zhao Jun is facing the king of Zhenxi in the northwest twenty years ago, although he is now old, but Zhao Jun does not dare to underestimate it at all.

Naturally, he was always vigilant, but on the other hand, on the second master's side, although the old man's posture was put out, it was loose as if he was playing at random, and his attitude was not very serious, just standing there and making a posture, which did not make people feel threatened at all.

The two confronted each other for about a dozen breaths, but after all, it was Zhao Jun who couldn't hold his breath and took the lead in attacking!

With a single blow, the black tiger attacked the second master fiercely!

Although Zhao Jun has not systematically learned martial arts, he doesn't know how to drop, and his memory has been particularly good since he was reborn.

Not only memory, but also physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people.

Usually four or five strong men are not necessarily his opponents.

This is all attributed to Zhao Jun's welfare as a traverser.

Before, he just watched the competition of those masters in the army during the big competition of the guards, and he actually memorized all their moves, and now he is easy to use when he fights.

Seeing that his attack was actually quite orderly, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the second uncle, but for Zhao Jun's attack, he just tilted his body slightly and let Zhao Jun's attack fall directly.

The mouth said: "It's too slow! It's too slow! At your speed, if you hit someone on the battlefield, they will already cut you seven or eight times! ”

Seeing that he didn't hit, Zhao Jun was about to change his move, but the second uncle didn't give him a chance at all, his attacking hand didn't have time to retract, the second master grabbed it directly with one hand, and threw Zhao Jun to the ground on the spot with an over-the-shoulder fall, and stopped at Zhao Jun's neck as soon as he turned over and grabbed it!

Only one trick of kung fu, the judgment is made!

Zhao Jun didn't even have a chance to resist, so he lost directly!

After Zhao Jun rubbed his sore buttocks and got up, the second uncle had already started to tease the birds in the yard with his hands behind his back.

When he saw it, he said leisurely: "You kid hasn't fought before, right?" ”

Zhao Jun was a little unconvinced: "Yesterday, I single-handedly picked the captain level of the entire Praetorian Guard squad!" ”

The second uncle laughed out loud disdainfully:

"Praetorian squad? Captain?

Boy, you're wearing a prince's crown robe, aren't you? ”

Zhao Jun was surprised, how did these two masters know?

And the second uncle said disdainfully as if he saw his thoughts: "Okay, don't guess, you can think about it."

Although you kid knows some punches and kicks, judging from the boxing style just now, you also have a good strength.

But you kid can only bully and bully ordinary people.

Although the Praetorian Guard squad is just a bunch of waste snacks that have never been on the battlefield compared to the border army, it is not comparable to ordinary young people, let alone captains.

If you want me to see, people see the prince's crown dress on your body, and they don't dare to fight back at all, so they can only let you fight, this is just a bully, and it has nothing to do with your strength. ”

The words of the second uncle made Zhao Jun can't help but recall yesterday, when he beat up those captains of the Praetorian Guards, it seemed that no one dared to fight back.

At this moment, Zhao Jun completely understood what his true strength was, and the whole person withered.

The second uncle saw it, but said:

"But you kid can be regarded as talented, although because you haven't fought much, you are not ruthless enough, you are not fast enough, and you are not ruthless enough, but your innate divine power is indeed suitable for learning martial arts."

You have a big advantage over everyone else.

After that, the second uncle put away the cynical look he had always had, and asked Zhao Jun with a serious and solemn expression: "Do you really want to learn martial arts from the old man?" But it's going to be bitter! ”

Zhao Jun was a little hesitant at first, but after thinking about it, his safety and desire to survive were greater than laziness and timidity.

nodded heavily: "This king has thought about it!" Learn! ”

Syllable!

A big slap hit him on the head, and the second uncle was dissatisfied: "Don't be a king all day long, who is not a king all day long?" Honestly call yourself a grandson in front of your second uncle!

Whether it's in terms of seniority or what, I don't wronged you, right? ”

There is a request for someone, and it is true, Zhao Jun nodded again and again and agreed.

"Okay, then from four o'clock tomorrow, you come to me every day, and I will teach you to practice martial arts."

The second uncle set the time, but Zhao Jun was taken aback, and hurriedly discussed: "Can the second uncle start at the hour, and the grandson can't get up at four o'clock!" ”

The second uncle glanced at him and snorted coldly: "If you can't get up, you can afford it, look at us old guys, and those who are going to the court, people can get up earlier than you every day, aren't you okay?" Do you want to sleep so late every day? ”

How can a man say no, the second master has let this out, if he is cowardly, won't he prove that he can't do it?

Zhao Jundang even agreed: "Okay! Four quarters after the hour, four quarters after the last hour! ”

The second uncle had a triumphant smile on his face.

The corners of Zhao Jun's mouth twitched, but he was helpless.

The time was set, and the second uncle had no intention of leaving him to eat, so he drove the two out of the Zongren Mansion before the meal.

The two of them didn't do much when they returned to the house, and hurriedly ate dinner and washed and slept.

Zhao Jun didn't know if he could wake up.

With the character of his second uncle, he has reason to suspect that if he goes late, he will definitely have to wait for him, and he doesn't want this old man to get the opportunity to rectify himself.

There was nothing to say all night, and before the hour, Zhao Jun was woken up by the human-shaped alarm clock Wang Huaien set in advance, and after a hurried breakfast, the sky outside had begun to light up slightly, and the time had come to the hour.

After changing into a black silver-edged moire suit that was convenient for movement, Zhao Jun took Wang Huaien to the Zongren Mansion with wine and meat.

The one who opened the door was the young man who opened the door for the first time on the day he returned to Beijing, and Zhao Jun now knows his identity.

It is the son of Zhao Bin, the twelfth king of his father's life, Zhao Mengran.

Since his father is ranked twelfth, Lao Zongzheng calls him his father twelve, and this little is naturally the twelve.

According to the regulations of the vassal kings of the Great Song Dynasty, the throne of the feudal dynasty could not be maintained, but decreased from generation to generation.

Now, since the death of the old king of their family, the prince's throne is no longer there, and this little twelve has inherited the position of a county king, and there is no fief, so he is a helper in the Zongren Mansion, and he lives every year by relying on the county king Yulu issued by the royal family.

And because this guy is younger than himself, Zhao Jun naturally became a brother.

Seeing that it was him, he said with a smile: "Yo, why did Meng Ran get up so early today?" ”

Zhao Mengran rubbed his eyes that were still a little open, dozed off and said, "Isn't it my turn to be on duty today?"

Sixth brother, why did you come so early? ”

Zhao Jun sighed helplessly and said that he was going to learn martial arts from the second uncle, who knew that Zhao Mengran actually shivered.

looked at Zhao Jun like a fool and said, "Sixth brother, you have no problem with your head, how can you make yourself uncomfortable, do you know how terrible it is for the second master to be strict?" ”

As if remembering some bad memories, Zhao Mengran shook his head and opened the door, while looking at Zhao Jun with sympathetic eyes and said, "Sixth brother, you ask for more blessings!" ”

His eyes suddenly made Zhao Jun, who originally felt nothing, can't help but beat a drum in his heart, and stepped into the gate of the Zongren Mansion with trepidation......

(End of chapter)