In the second uncle's small courtyard, in the middle of the front yard, an old man and a young man took a stance.
Zhao Jun was facing the King of Zhenxi, who was powerful in the northwest twenty years ago. Although he was old now, Zhao Jun did not dare to look down on him at all.
Naturally, he was always ready and vigilant. On the other hand, the second uncle's side, although the old man's posture was out, was loose and loose, as if he was playing casually, and his attitude was not very serious. He just stood there and made a gesture. His posture didn't make anyone feel threatening at all.
The two faced off for about a dozen breaths, but in the end it was Zhao Junnian who couldn't hold himself back and took the lead in attacking!
With one blow, the black tiger took out his heart and attacked the second uncle fiercely!
Although Zhao Jun has never systematically learned martial arts, for some reason, his memory has been particularly good since his rebirth.
Not only his memory, but his physical fitness is also far superior to ordinary people.
Generally speaking, four or five strong men may not be his opponents.
This was all attributed by Zhao Jun to his own welfare as a time traveler.
In the past, he only watched the battles between the masters in the army during the competition between the guards, and he actually memorized all their moves. Now he can use them easily when fighting.
Seeing that his move was actually very well planned, the second uncle's eyes flashed with surprise. However, in response to Zhao Jun's attack, he only slightly tilted his body and Zhao Jun's move failed.
He said: "Too slow! Too slow! At your speed, if you hit someone on the battlefield, they will have already slashed you seven or eight times!"
Seeing that he missed, Zhao Jun was about to change his moves, but the second uncle didn't give him a chance. Before he could retract his attacking hand, the second uncle grabbed Zhao Jun with one hand and threw him over his shoulder. He was thrown to the ground hard on the spot, turned over and grabbed Zhao Jun's neck!
With just one move, the decision can be made!
Zhao Jun didn't even have a chance to resist, so he lost directly!
After Zhao Jun stood up, rubbing his sore buttocks, the second uncle had already started teasing the birds in the yard with his hands behind his back.
When he saw it, he said leisurely: "You haven't had a fight before, have you?"
Zhao Jun was a little unconvinced and said: "Yesterday, I single-handedly selected the captain level of the entire guard class!"
The second uncle laughed disdainfully:
"Guard class? Captain level?
Boy, did you go there wearing a prince's crown uniform? "
Zhao Jun was surprised, how did the second uncle know?
The second uncle seemed to have read his thoughts and said disdainfully: "Okay, stop guessing, you can think of it all.
Although your kid is good at boxing and kicking, judging from the boxing style just now, you also have pretty good strength.
But you kid can only bully ordinary people.
Although compared to the frontier army, the Imperial Guard class is just a group of useless snacks that have never been on the battlefield, they are not comparable to ordinary young men, let alone captain level.
Let me see, when people see the prince's crown on you, they don't dare to fight back, so they can only let you fight. This is just bullying others, and it has nothing to do with your strength. "
The second uncle's words made Zhao Jun couldn't help but think back to yesterday. When he beat the captains of the guards, it seemed that no one dared to fight back.
This time, Zhao Jun finally understood what his true strength was, and his whole body became sluggish.
The second uncle saw it and said:
"But you, boy, are quite talented. Although you are not ruthless enough, fast enough, and ruthless enough because you have never fought many times, your innate divine power is indeed suitable for learning martial arts."
Compared with others, you have a lot of advantages.
After saying that, the second uncle put away his usual cynical look and asked Zhao Jun seriously and solemnly: "Do you really want to learn martial arts from the old man? But it will be very difficult!"
Zhao Jun was hesitant at first, but after thinking about it, his own safety issues and desire to survive outweighed laziness and fear.
He nodded heavily: "I have thought about it! Learn!"
Snapped!
A big slap hit him on the head, and the second uncle said dissatisfiedly: "Stop all day long, who is the co-author of my king? Isn't he still a king? He honestly calls himself a grandson in front of your second uncle!"
No matter in terms of seniority or anything else, I won’t wrong you, right? "
It was a request, and since it was true, Zhao Jun nodded and agreed.
"Okay, then starting from four quarters after midnight tomorrow, you come to my place every day and I will teach you martial arts."
The second uncle set the time, but Zhao Jun was surprised and hurriedly discussed: "Can the second uncle start at chen o'clock? My grandson won't be able to get up four quarters after mao o'clock!"
The second uncle glanced at him and snorted coldly: "You can get up even if you don't. Look at us old guys and those who are going to court. They get up earlier than you every day. Are you not good at it?" Do you have to sleep so late every day?"
How can a man say no? The second uncle has already said this. If he is timid, doesn't he prove that he is no good?
Zhao Jun immediately agreed: "Okay! Four quarters after Mao hour, four quarters after Mao hour!"
The second uncle showed a successful smile on his face.
Zhao Jun's mouth twitched as he stared straight at him, but he was helpless.
After setting a time, the second uncle had no intention of keeping him for dinner, and kicked the two of them out of the clan mansion before the meal started.
The two of them didn't do anything else when they returned to the house. They had a quick dinner and then went to bed.
Zhao Jun didn't know if he could wake up.
With the temperament of his second uncle, he had reason to suspect that if he arrived late, he would definitely have some tricks waiting for him. He didn't want this old man to get the chance to punish him.
There was no conversation all night, and before midnight, Zhao Jun was woken up by Wang Huai'en, a humanoid alarm clock that had been set in advance. After a hurried breakfast, the sky outside had begun to get slightly brighter, and the time had also come to midnight.
After changing into a black silver-edged moire outfit that was convenient for movement, Zhao Jun took Wang Huai'en to the clan mansion with wine and meat.
The boy who opened the door for the first time on the day he returned to Beijing, Zhao Jun also knew his identity now.
He is the son of Zhao Bin, the acting king who was ranked twelfth in his father's lifetime - Zhao Mengran.
Since his father was ranked twelfth, Lao Zongzheng called his father Lao Twelve and the younger one was naturally Xiao Twelve.
According to the vassal regulations of the Song Dynasty, the granted throne cannot remain unchanged, but decreases from generation to generation.
Now, since the death of their old king, the prince's throne is no longer there. This little twelve has inherited the position of a county king and does not have a fief. He just helps in the clan mansion and lives on the salary of the county prince distributed by the royal family every year.
And because this guy was younger than him, Zhao Jun naturally became his elder brother.
Seeing it was him, he immediately smiled and said, "Hey, 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 guard duty today?
Sixth brother, why are you here so early? "
Zhao Jun sighed helplessly and told him that he was going to learn martial arts from the second uncle. Unexpectedly, Zhao Mengran actually shivered.
He looked at Zhao Jun as if he were a fool and said, "Sixth Brother, are you okay with your head? How can you make yourself uncomfortable? Do you know how terrible the second uncle is when he is 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: "Brother Six, please wish yourself well!"
The look in his eyes immediately made Zhao Jun, who originally thought it was nothing, couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart, and stepped into the gate of the clan mansion with anxiety...
(End of chapter)
