He didn't care, he was just a small person selling steamed buns, and the lady could deal with it as she wanted.
Anyway, the Lin family has the final say in the entire Yangcheng.
Looking up at the darkened sky, Lin Xiaotang ordered:
"Uncle Li, you and I will take them back to the Lin Mansion."
"good."
Uncle Li smiled.
After that, Lin Xiaotang carried the little boy and got on the horse. Uncle Li rode the horse. Behind the horse, Ma Xiaolong's mother sat.
A group of four people left this place.
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Crazy Blade Martial Arts Hall, room one, in the seventh inner room.
A handsome young man held a bowl of big tonic soup and drank it in one gulp. The fatigue on his body suddenly relieved, and his whole body felt warm and refreshing.
Holding dozens of coins, a white light flashed in his right hand, and the coins disappeared. A large pot of black-bone chicken soup with wolfberry and a bowl of beef noodles appeared on the table. It was hard to practice martial arts today, so reward yourself.
People have to learn to please themselves.
The aroma of meat was overflowing. Lu Sheng picked up a piece of beef and threw it into his mouth. He chewed it a few times. The meat was fragrant and soft. He "sucked" a few mouthfuls of noodles, which were chewy and chewy.
After eating the noodles, he started to drink chicken soup, ate the meat inside, and finished the soup "snoring".
Opening the door, he held down the wooden knife and found a remote place to practice his sword skills.
After practicing until late at night, he returned to the inner room out of breath and took off his soaked clothes, revealing his thin figure.
His muscles were sore and swollen, his skin was red, and the tiny blood vessels on them were slightly bulging. Fatigue came over him like a tide. Lu Sheng supported his body, locked the door, and fell asleep.
At the fourth watch of the day.
His eyes opened suddenly and he looked at the almost burned out oil heart on the table. He felt a little lucky and almost overslept.
After finding a fluffy shirt, he put it on and opened the door. The moonlight from outside poured in, illuminating the dim small room.
Facing the cold wind, he closed the door and walked towards the corridor.
After going around several rooms, he walked slowly to the central house. The place here was spacious.
There is a small garden in which there are flowers raised by the owner. They are very precious on weekdays, and Ling'er takes care of them.
Walking along the bluestone path, Lu Sheng walked to a door and pressed it gently. He found that the door was not closed, so he pushed it open gently.
The door's shaft was silky smooth and made no sound.
As soon as he entered, he saw old man Zhang Dapeng sitting cross-legged on the soft couch and looking at him with a smile on his face.
"You came."
Zhang Dapeng smiled.
"Well, owner, what do you want from me?"
Lu Sheng asked.
After scratching his itchy scalp, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Dapeng's eyes. Has he ever looked for this kid?
The museum owner's reaction made Lu Sheng a little confused. He thought for a while and said:
"It's not like you patted me on the shoulder four times and told me to come to you at the fourth watch. The script says that usually at this time, the master will teach his apprentice powerful skills."
"Ah...ah, I have such a bad memory. Now that I think about it, I do have something to tell you."
With a calm smile, Zhang Dapeng maintained his status as an expert, feeling a little speechless in his heart. This kid had a lot of strange thoughts.
The reason why he didn't lock the door bolt is because he is old and always gets up frequently at night. Instead of tossing back and forth, it is better to just leave the door open. The strong one cannot prevent it, but the weak one can deal with it.
The pat on the shoulder was a completely subconscious reaction. It was an encouragement from the elders to the younger ones. There were only four or five disciples in the martial arts school who could let him pat the shoulders.
The moment the door was pushed open, he quickly woke up from his false sleep with the perception of a first-class expert. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be his future disciple.
There are surprises and joys.
After thinking about it carefully, Zhang Dapeng asked:
"Have you mastered the 108-style Gust Sword Technique?"
With a slight nod, Lu Sheng casually took a wooden knife from the corner. With sharp eyes, he performed a set of moves with smooth movements.
Looking at it, Zhang Dapeng stroked his beard, nodded and commented a few words, pointing out the mistakes in each set of movements and the points of exertion.
Whenever he pointed it out, Lu Sheng quickly corrected it, so that the next mistake would not happen again.
Zhang Dapeng was deeply shocked by his learning ability. Is this a genius with extraordinary talent? !
There is some envy in my heart. If he also has super-grade bones, he might be able to break through to the innate grandmaster level.
After taking a breath, Lu Sheng sheathed the knife, his back as straight as a pine tree, and sweat dripping down his face.
"Although it's worse than when I was younger, it's pretty good."
Zhang Dapeng said with a faint smile.
The museum owner's words destroyed any trace of pride in Lu Sheng's heart. He thought he was a genius.
The result is still not as good as the owner of the hall, so does he not even break through to the first-class realm?
"Since you have mastered the 108 styles of Guangfeng Sword Technique, I will leave my mental skills to you. I hope you will join the stream and become a warrior soon."
Zhang Dapeng showed a smile on his face.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Lu Sheng bowed slightly and saluted.
Lifting his fat chin, Zhang Dapeng turned around, rummaged through it, and took out an old book. The corners of the book were full of wrinkles. It was obvious how frequently this book had been read.
Handing the book to Lu Sheng, Zhang Dapeng said with a smile:
"This is the "Crazy Blade Mind Technique". Through this method, you can exercise your perception."
"After you have the sense of Qi, the internal Qi will be generated in your body. By then, you will become a warrior."
"Do you know why our Crazy Blade Mental Technique is so difficult to learn?"
After speaking, Zhang Dapeng asked casually.
Shaking his head, Lu Sheng put the book away.
With a smile, Zhang Dapeng jumped down from the soft couch. Zhang Dapeng covered his big belly, approached him, and whispered:
"Martial arts are divided into the upper, middle and lower levels. Our Crazy Blade Heart Technique belongs to the highest level of martial arts. The characteristic of the highest level of martial arts is the internal energy generated, which has specific attributes."
"The inner Qi generated by our Crazy Sword Mental Technique has its own sharp nature, which makes it even more powerful when paired with weapons."
As if sensing Lu Sheng's doubts, Zhang Dapeng waved his sleeves, his voice filled with contentment.
"Boy Lu, you want to ask, since the technique is so powerful, why no one comes to take it by force?"
Frozen on the spot, Lu Sheng didn't reply. This was exactly what he was thinking. After all, the owner of the gym was just a first-class master with weak energy and blood.
With this kind of skill, many people will definitely come to your door, threaten you, and demand you.
"It's very simple. Give it to anyone who wants it. Harmony brings wealth."
Answering in a leisurely tone, there was a trace of undetectable humiliation in Zhang Dapeng's eyes.
The corner of his mouth twitched, Lu Sheng didn't expect the museum owner's answer to be so direct.
"Don't tell anyone about your exposure to the Mental Method in advance. Also, don't let others see this Mental Method. Send it to me immediately after reading it."
Zhang Dapeng gave some instructions.
Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Lu Sheng planned to resign. Zhang Dapeng seemed to have thought of something and said with a smile:
"You have learned this sect's mental method, and you are my disciple Zhang Dapeng. What should you shout to me in the future?"
"Master!"
He reacted quickly, instantly knelt down and shouted two words.
"Yes! That's right, disciple. You are a good student. If you have any questions, you can come and ask me every night."
"Don't be brave and aggressive. Be a sheathed sword. If nothing happens, keep it hidden. If something happens, use it."
After a few words of explanation, Zhang Dapeng asked Lu Sheng to leave. He was sleepy.
