Seven days later, it was the day of Yang Lie's funeral.

Mourning is very good.

Not only was the robe of the Right Dragon Martial Army not on duty, but under the leadership of Song Hao, all the troops were dispatched, and many generals and colonels in the Northern Ya Forbidden Army who had a good relationship with Yang Lie also came to see him off for the last time.

Not only that, but now His Majesty also sent an attendant to come, in addition to rewarding a lot of gold and silver wealth, but also because of Yang Lie's military exploits, posthumously awarded Yang Lie as the general of Xuanwei from the fourth grade, and named Yang Men He as the county monarch, and authorized Yang Fenglou to make up for the right dragon Wujun Yiwei at the age of fifteen, it is said that this is the result of Yang Lie did not kill Wang Xianzhi, if he can slash the head of the group of thieves, he can follow the "jumping" to record the merits three times, and the reward must be at least a few levels.

The fly in the ointment is that Yang Lie's head was taken away by the Jianghu people who besieged him and sacrificed it to Wang Xianzhi, and he could only be buried with a wood carved head.

At the funeral, Yang Fenglou made it clear that he wanted to avenge his father and must use the heads of Wang Xianzhi and Huang Chao to pay tribute to Yang Lie.

Regarding this statement, everyone who came to attend the funeral praised him for his "ambition", "sure enough, the tiger father has no dog son", and "the son inherits the father's ambition", however, the group of people who have a really good relationship with Yang Lie either sighed secretly or glared at Yang Fenglou fiercely, among them, Song Hao, the general of the Right Dragon Martial Army, was naturally the most.

However, Song Hao did not have a seizure at the funeral, and it was not until the complicated ceremonies were all over that he returned to Yang's house with Yang Fenglou's mother and son, staring at Yang Fenglou with a blue face and not speaking.

Yang Fenglou made him stare a little hairy, personally took out Yang Lie's treasured tea cakes, boiled tea, broken tea, milled tea, Luo tea, boiled tea, and then poured it into the rabbit jar, and respectfully sent it to Song Hao.

"Uncle Song, please drink tea. ”

"Humph!"

Song Hao seemed to be expressing his dissatisfaction with a cold hum, but he still picked up the teacup, and after drinking it, he put it on the low table in front of him, and then said

"You kid, why are you so disobedient? Didn't I tell you about revenge, before you pass my test, don't say lightly, today at the funeral, why are you still talking in front of the chamberlain and many robes?"

Hearing this, Yang Fenglou smiled slightly, very satisfied with Song Hao's concern hidden under the reprimand.

"Then ask Uncle Song to test one or two. ”

"Huh...... You've picked up a shelf......"

Song Hao was laughed at angrily, just Yang Fenglou's self-confidence, I don't know, I thought he was a martial arts genius.

"Okay, then I'll take the test for you...... Add me tea......" Song Hao pointed to the rabbit jar in front of him, then stretched out a finger and gently pressed it on the edge of the rabbit jar.

That's the test.

Song Hao looked down on Yang Fenglou the most because he had no internal strength, so he naturally had to let him retreat in terms of internal strength, don't look at him now he is just gently pressing the tea cup, he has already transported the internal force, its power is huge, it is no less than a thousand catties, an ordinary person who does not know internal strength, must not move a single inch.

Song Hao pressed the tea cup with his hand and stared at Yang Fenglou, his eyes were full of provocation and undisguised contempt, as if to say, look at you, an unpopular boy, how to add tea to me.

After an "epiphany", Yang Fenglou is naturally confident.

Smiling, stepping forward, giving a salute, holding the teacup with both hands.

The internal strength of bitter meditation flourished in the dantian, running on the limbs and hundreds of remains, but in the blink of an eye, it had already run to the hands.

"Get up!" Yang Fenglou snorted.

The tea cup, in Song Hao's horrified gaze, slowly rose!

"Smack......

The rabbit's delicate, silver-filamented tea cup was crushed under the great force of both sides.

Yang Fenglou sighed secretly, suddenly gained internal strength, and the subtleties of control could not be lifted lightly, but the current situation can already explain everything.

"This ...... This...... When did you cultivate your internal strength?" Song Hao was stunned as if he had seen a ghost.

"Back to Uncle Song, my little nephew practiced bitter meditation seven days ago, and he occasionally gained something...... My mother thought I was unwell and waited for me all night......"

Yang Fenglou was secretly refreshed in his heart, but he still replied in a proper manner.

He sat next to him, looking at Yang Fenglou and nodding slightly, his eyes were full of pampering and pride.

The performance of mother and son's filial piety is worth a thousand words.

"Hahaha...... Okay! It's good! Seven days of cultivating internal strength, there are successors to the Yang Sect! Okay! Hahaha......" Song Hao laughed loudly.

"Boy, you gave Uncle Song a surprise today, come, tell you, how many grades of internal strength have you cultivated?"

"This ...... I really don't know......" Yang Fenglou's face turned red, the internal force, a system that was completely beyond his original cognition, was really difficult for him to grasp.

"Oh, it's okay...... Come, take a hand......" Song Hao said and stretched out his palm.

When Yang Fenglou heard this, he stepped forward, also stretched out his palm, mobilized internal force, and pushed forward with all his might.

Song Hao didn't move, silently felt it for a while, and then the surprise on his face became stronger and stronger, and finally his palm shook slightly, shaking Yang Fenglou open.

"Seven Grades ......"

Song Hao was shocked!

If Song Hao's expression just now was like seeing a ghost, then now, he was like seeing a ghost "click" and die in front of his eyes, which was absolutely unbelievable and unbelievable.

The internal strength grade is divided into nine grades, one grade is respected, and the internal force of the seven grades is in the middle and lower reaches of the level of internal strength in the rivers and lakes, but it is definitely not something that can be achieved overnight.

And Yang Fenglou jumped directly to the seventh-grade martial artist with an unpopular body, if this news is released, I don't know how many young heroes will be forced to commit suicide.

It's ridiculous that Song Hao has been looking down on Yang Fenglou just now, compared to his cultivation speed of entering the seventh grade in seven days, Song Hao has the heart to die.

However, Song Hao didn't know that the time when Yang Fenglou's internal strength jumped to the seventh grade was not seven days, but just one night!

If he knew, I am afraid that he would have committed suicide now, to accompany Yang Lie, and by the way, tell him the good news!

This bitter Zen internal strength is really extraordinary!

Song Hao thought about it and said solemnly to Yang Fenglou:

"I heard your father Yang Lie say before his death, this bitter Zen kung fu has a very extraordinary origin, it is definitely the top grade in the rivers and lakes, once you cultivate to the fullest, the future is unlimited, but the cultivation is too difficult, this is not famous, since you have already started, you must practice well......"

"In addition, although I don't know the specific division of the realm of the bitter Zen grade, I have also heard your father say that in the two levels of the seventh grade and the fourth grade, there is an ethereal pass, and it takes all kinds of opportunities to break through...... You have practiced for many years, and you have achieved success overnight, in addition to the accumulation factor, it is estimated that the excitement of the mind is one of the reasons why you leap into the seven grades, about these so-called opportunities, I can't teach you anything, I just hope that you will practice diligently, even if you are still in the realm of the seven grades for the time being, you must not slack off, you must know that the cultivation of internal strength, after all, it is necessary to accumulate thick and thin hair is the right way......"

"Follow the teachings. Yang Fenglou saluted solemnly from the bottom of his heart, but as soon as he looked up, he became a hippie smile.

"Uncle Song, look at this test......

Yang Fenglou dragged out a long note and looked at Song Hao with a look of hope.

Song Hao glared at him angrily.

"You barely passed. ”

"Haha...... Little nephew, thank you Uncle Song......"

"Don't be too happy, I have one more condition......"

"Uncle Song, please talk about ......"

"You have to enter the Right Dragon Warrior Army and act with the robes. ”

"Why is that?"

Yang Fenglou was a little confused.

"Why?

General Song reverted to the elder style of picking his nose and eyes, and snorted coldly angrily:

"Do you think that you can run rampant in the rivers and lakes with a seventh-grade martial artist? Don't forget, Wang Xianzhi is a grandmaster of the rivers and lakes, and Huang Chao is also a second-grade martial artist, if you find them directly, is that revenge? That's for the Yang Sect to be the last ......?"

This was said too viciously, Yang Fenglou listened to it, and wanted to give this guy a punch, but considering the factor that he couldn't beat, he still endured it, and only heard Song Hao continue:

"I told you that the death of your father is not only the personal enmity of your Yang family, but also the public anger of my Right Dragon Martial Army, allowing you to enter the Right Dragon Martial Army, on the one hand, you can teach you some experience in the rivers and lakes, on the other hand, you can also gather everyone's strength in order to get a chance to take revenge. ”

Yang Fenglou is right to think about it, after all, one person is weak, it doesn't matter if he can't beat Wang Xianzhi Huangchao, he attacks it in groups, everything, revenge is still the first priority.

There's one more catch, though.

"That...... Uncle Song, I heard that if you want to enter the army when you are guarding the system, I am afraid you have to use the decree of the current saint to win the affection......"

Song Hao listened and looked at him very seriously.

"What do you want? A Yiwei from the seventh grade, the king of Jinshuihe is older than you, and he still wants the holy lord to make a special decree to win the love? I don't even bother to care about you! Pack up tomorrow and report the day after tomorrow!"