This throw directly threw Yuan Teng off the ring, which showed that the victory was decided. The big men watching the battle, including Huang Hao and Jiang Wen, were also full of shock and disbelief.
Zhang Ling looked at Zhang Jingqian and saw him nodding happily, nodding and smiling. Then he walked over to Yuan Teng, pulled him up, and stared at him.
Yuan Teng said unambiguously: Brother. "
Zhang Ling laughed loudly, patted Yuan Teng on the shoulder and said, "Okay, you will be my little brother from now on. Don't worry, I will protect you if anything happens."
Yuan Teng was relieved and grabbed Huang Hao and Jiang Wen.
"You two too, why don't you call me brother?"
Before they could cry out, Zhang Ling stopped immediately: "You two seem to be in bad luck, so we'd better say goodbye."
Zhang Ling felt so hurt after hearing this, and thought that if his father and mother who had been beaten had not disowned him, he would not have turned against him.
A burly-looking man came over, and a group of big men gave way and shouted in unison: "Master."
The burly man looked at Zhang Ling, his face was expressionless, but he looked extremely fierce. Suddenly he laughed again, with a particularly heroic look, and punched Zhang Ling in the chest. Zhang Ling almost stopped standing.
"Okay, little brother is really good." He looked at the boy aside with a nonchalant look on his face, "You brat, you have been beaten like this after practicing for so long. You are so damn useless."
These words made Zhang Ling feel very embarrassed. First he praised him for his greatness, but then said that Yuan Teng was not good enough. This sounded very contradictory.
The burly man said: "My name is Yuan Hai, the owner of this martial arts gym. I just watched the competition, and I heard that the little brother has only been practicing martial arts for three months. He is so talented. Are you interested in joining us Yuan Kewu?" Pavilion?"
Judging from this name, he should be Yuan Teng and his father, and Yuan Teng recognized him as his eldest brother, so Zhang Ling called out affectionately: "Uncle Yuan, what I did just now was just a fluke and a trick. It's nothing."
"Well, if you win, you win. There is no such thing as luck." Then he asked Zhang Ling if he was willing to join the martial arts gym, which also made Zhang Ling a little hesitant.
So I had to ask Zhang Jingqian: "Brother, what do you think?"
Zhang Jingqian replied: "This is your business, you can make your own decision."
Zhang Ling asked: "Uncle Yuan, are there any rules for joining a martial arts school?"
When Yuan Hai heard this, he was also happy. Zhang Ling asked about the rules of the martial arts school, indicating that he wanted to join, but he was also afraid that Zhang Ling would regret it, so he hurriedly replied.
"There are no rules. As long as you put your name in the martial arts gym, you can come and leave whenever you want. And if you want, you will be the next gym owner."
The rest of the martial arts gym staff couldn't help but be startled when they saw this. In order to let a boy join the martial arts gym, Lao Yuan actually gave in even the gym owner.
Zhang Ling also said politely: "This is not good!"
"What's wrong? The martial arts gym is a place based on ability. Whoever is more powerful will be the master of the gym." Yuan Hai looked at the gymnasts with sharp eyes, "Do any of you have any opinions?"
Everyone's hearts trembled, and their faces were full of smiles. In fact, the most important thing was to focus on Zhang Ling's skills. In the future, he might not be able to become a second-level master. After Lao Yuan left the field, they would also be able to mess around, otherwise every time he picked up the There is no expert in the bodyguards, and it is uncertain which day the rice will be killed. The martial arts staff all unanimously agreed: "No objection."
But after saying such words, Zhang Ling still poured cold water on him: "Just enter the museum. If Uncle Yuan doesn't mind, I can come here often when I have time."
After hearing this, Yuan Hai understood its meaning and it was hard to force it.
Then Yuan Hai began to introduce the martial arts gym and the names of its staff to Zhang Ling. His words were very kind and his expression was joyful. He completely forgot that he had a son. He didn't know how long he talked, but Zhang Ling listened intentionally or unintentionally. , it’s always bad to be in a bad mood, so Zhang Jingqian left alone first. He originally planned to bring Huang Hao and Jiang Wen into the martial arts gym together, but the two politely refused and left one after another. It was almost evening before Zhang Ling finally returned to the clan mansion.
In the Zong Mansion, Zhang Jingqian had already placed drinks and was waiting at the table. When he saw Zhang Ling coming back, he picked up the pot and poured wine: "Come and sit."
Zhang Ling walked up and sat down: "Brother, what kind of wine is this? I don't like drinking either."
"Wine is something you will like when you join the world. Try it now."
Zhang Ling picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. The strong wine penetrated his intestines and a burning sensation emerged, and he put the glass down again.
"It doesn't taste good at all!"
Zhang Jingqian smiled, handed over another bowl of water, and shook his head: "Many people like drinking, but it's often not about the taste."
Zhang Ling knew that some people drink to drown their sorrows, some drink because of a whim, and only a few people really love wine.
"Brother, why are you suddenly telling me this?"
Zhang Jingqian looked up at the sky, which was full of stars again: "What you like is this starry sky and the wonders and wonders in the world."
Zhang Ling nodded.
"Luochuan County is too small, and you have seen and heard very little, so you want to see all the world."
Zhang Ling didn't pay attention, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and spit it out again, which made Zhang Jingqian laugh again.
"Isn't that right? It's said that good men are everywhere. I really want to go out and have a look."
"In that case, it's time to go out for a walk."
Zhang Ling's eyes lit up: "Brother, you agree with me to leave."
Zhang Jingqian shook his head: "I have no objection in the first place, but how are you going to live with Uncle Zong?"
Internal force is a kind of force for practicing internal martial arts. It can be said that it is indispensable for every martial arts practitioner. The generation of internal force is invisible and has no trace. People in the world only know that to practice internal force, one must First open up the upper Dantian, middle Dantian and lower Dantian to release the true energy, and then use it to penetrate into the six orifices and store internal energy.
Cultivating internal strength is also the necessary condition set by Zong Chentian for Zhang Ling to set foot in the world.
"After this period of practice and today's fight, your foundation is completely improved. It's time to cultivate your internal strength."
When Zhang Ling heard this, he immediately became excited: "Brother, do you know how to cultivate internal strength?"
Zhang Jingqian shook his head again: "I don't know. No one knows the reason for the appearance of the first zhenqi. I cultivated the inner strength completely inadvertently. After possessing the inner strength, I can exercise my skills independently. Keep nourishing and accumulating Qi.”
As great as his hopes were, he was as disappointed as ever. Zhang Ling drooped his face again.
"Is there any difference between saying this and not saying it?"
Zhang Jingqian comforted him: "Don't be discouraged. Internal strength cannot be developed overnight. Many people have spent a long time to succeed. And you have just opened up your Dantian, so take your time."
"Hey, forget it."
Zhang Ling stood up and turned around, just as he was about to leave, the feeling of burning his vertebrae suddenly came to his mind, and he also smelled a faint fragrance.
He turned around again: "Brother, what kind of wine is this?"
Zhang Jingqian picked up the flask and drank it all. He stretched out his hand, and several silver needles flew out and pricked Zhang Ling's acupuncture points. The burning sensation disappeared instantly, replaced by a feeling of exhaustion.
Then Zhang Jingqian slowly explained: "Fire cloud burning."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ling fainted. Zhang Jingqian stepped forward to catch him and looked at Zhang Ling silently: "Have a good sleep. You will really have to walk your own way later."
Zhang Jingqian carried Zhang Ling back to the room. When he walked out of the room, he looked up to the northern sky and sighed softly: "When can our family be reunited?"
Just like that, after standing for a while, he slowly left.
The moon is silvery, and the frost and mist cover the night sky again. Looking through the blurred vision, the entire Luochuan County is silent at this moment.
