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"What? Another master?"

"Well, Uncle Lin taught me martial arts."

"Study literature and martial arts, and my teacher will look after you."

In the early morning, under the bridge by the river, an old man and a young man were muttering.

Zhao Yun was fine, but Ye Banxian, on the other hand, had a lot more glory than before. He should have caught a little ghost yesterday, accumulated merit, and increased his longevity.

I would be happy to live a few more years.

Ever since, he had a very strange and dangerous idea, whether to take his little apprentice for a walk somewhere else.

For example, evil spirits often haunt graveyards and there are many ghosts there.

However, after much thought, I decided to give it up.

Again, he is not good at learning and has limited moral skills. He can deal with little ghosts just fine. But if he really encounters a ferocious evil ghost, then he will not be catching ghosts, but will be killed.

"Master, your seal is also black." Xiao Zhao Yun said seriously.

"You little melon, are you sincerely cursing me?" Ye Banxian blew his beard and glared.

"I'm not going to lie to you, it's really dark."

Zhao Yun said and ran away carrying the small book basket.

Today's private schools are much quieter than in the past.

The female teacher retired after becoming successful, and the old scholar came back to teach.

The dads who picked up and dropped off the train didn't show much attention.

"What's wrong with you?"

When Zhao Yun entered the school, he saw a group of children surrounding Wang Xiaoguan.

He should have been beaten, with a cotton ball stuffed in one nostril.

"It fell."

Look!... Children who have gone to private school are smart.

Like Wang Xiaoguan, he is embarrassed when he says this

Not red and out of breath.

Is it possible to tell his friends that he was punished by his father?

Because of that book, the female teacher took it away, and my father was furious.

"Go back and I'll get it back for you."

Zhao Yun laughed dryly, feeling sorry for the junior official.

If he hadn't asked someone to borrow books to read, how could such a thing have happened?

Ah sneeze!

On this day, when I was giving a lecture, I sneezed one after another.

If a semi-immortal were here, he would definitely make a calculation: You are old and have eaten too much food to ward off evil spirits.

Speaking of Ye Banxian, he really taught a good disciple.

Although Zhao Yun is young, his calculations are extremely accurate.

Yintang turned black!...Banxian's stall was opened that day, and he was beaten. On the way home, he accidentally fell into a pit, and finally climbed out, but was chased by a dog again.

Bite a few streets.

"With this disciple, I...!"

If a person has bad luck, his teeth will be blocked even if he drinks cold water.

The previous small scenes are not worth mentioning.

The real disaster in his home was that the beams were in disrepair for a long time. As a result, the old wood rotted and the whole house collapsed. The old man almost died on the spot.

evening,

Zhao Yun sneaked into a small forest.

After walking far away, I saw a man chopping up in the forest.

Coach Nailin also had a spear stuck to his side.

"Baby, here we come." When he saw Zhao Yun, Coach Lin smiled heartily.

"I only have half an hour." Zhao Yun gasped and put down the basket.

"It doesn't matter, practicing martial arts is not just a matter of

It takes years and years of practice."

"Today, I will teach you the horse stance first. This is the basic skill of martial arts."

"Learn my movements, and don't be careless. Raise your left hand a little higher."

In terms of competent masters, there is more than one half-immortal, and Coach Lin is also dedicated to his work.

A cheerful person who doesn't talk nonsense and gets straight to the point.

A small horse step opened the curtain of Zhao Yun's martial arts practice.

"Uncle, I heard that people with good martial arts can fly."

Zhao Yun is a boy who loves to learn, and his little mouth is not idle when he is walking.

"That's Qing Kung, and ordinary people can't learn it." Instructor Lin said with a smile.

"Then can you fly?"

"It depends on the situation, maybe."

Coach Lin had a dry cough. If he could fly, he would have won the first prize in martial arts.

The main reason is that there is no one to teach him, he lives in a remote country, and there are no experts.

"Here, I'll show you a complete set of Lin's marksmanship."

Coach Lin raised his iron spear, took one step forward, and began to dance.

Zhao Yun, on the other hand, maintained his horse stance and watched quietly.

Half an hour passed quietly.

When he left, he was reluctant to leave.

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Coach Lin's expression was extremely deep.

This kid was more terrifying than he imagined.

Not only the amazing skeleton, but also the terrifying understanding.

It was his ancestors who found such a good disciple.

Fortune telling.

literature.

Practice martial arts.

Blacksmithing.

Zhao Yun's every day is clearly arranged by several masters.

He can't chew off more than he can chew. The words of the elders should be applied to him.

Up, it doesn't seem to work.

He learned divination very well, which did not prevent him from reading poetry and books.

Forging iron and exercising your muscles and bones are all part of laying a solid foundation for practicing martial arts.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

At the bridge cave in the early morning, Zhao Yun tugged at the corner of the half-immortal's clothes.

The half-immortal looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands, and his expression was not very good-looking.

He's a fortune teller! He knows how to read the weather.
To be continued...