Ruan Hongyu came to the backyard and saw Shen Cong lying on the deck chair basking in the sun. She couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded for a while.
Shen Cong, who is just over seventeen years old, has already reached the height of an adult due to his martial arts training, which is about 1.82 meters. In this world of martial arts, it cannot be considered too tall, but it is not too low, just right.
That handsome face, in addition to having the vigor and heroism that a young man should have, also revealed a bit of depth between his brows that did not belong to this age group.
In short, this big boy who is close to adulthood shows two different styles of a teenager and a mature man, which makes Ruan Hongyu feel a little obsessed for a while and unable to extricate himself.
Shen Cong naturally sensed Ruan Hongyu, a sixth-grade warrior's perception, which was no joke.
But he didn't get up. That would make him look special. He didn't want Ruan Hongyu to find out anything.
After a while, Song Daqi was passing by carrying a basket of charcoal. When he saw Ruan Hongyu, he couldn't help but ask:
"Miss, aren't you looking for Master Shen? Why don't you go there?"
Only then did Shen Cong pretend to hear it, opened his eyes from the recliner, looked at Ruan Hongyu, and immediately said:
"Ruan Fengwei is here. I apologize for missing you from afar."
Ruan Hongyu recovered her mind and came to him.
"I haven't seen you back these past few days. I just heard your manager say that you have taken leave these past few days, so I wanted to come and take a look."
After saying this, her face suddenly felt a little hot, because there seemed to be a little ambiguity in saying this.
Who is she? It seems like it's not her turn to care about him at all, right?
Thinking of this, she coughed lightly and said:
"Don't get me wrong. The situation outside is unclear right now. Beimang spies and remnants of the former dynasty are wreaking havoc. It's easy for a person to be in danger outside."
But after saying this, her face turned redder, because she seemed to care about him more.
Shen Cong understood clearly and naturally knew that she didn't come here to care about him. She probably felt that she was very similar to him after the disguise that day. After all, he was himself, with the same height and temperament, so he wanted to come. Test to see if it is you.
After all, he is the Dragon and Phoenix Guard of Daxia Zhenwu Division, his observation ability is different from ordinary people, extraordinary.
But unfortunately, unless Shen Cong wants to admit that she is a sixth-grade warrior, it is really impossible for her to test it out.
After all, she is only a seventh-grade warrior.
"Thank you Ruan Fengwei for your concern. I know it's very dangerous outside, so I won't run around. I took a few days off just because I was tired and I was always at home. Ruan Fengwei, on the other hand, has never been seen. I just saw him today."
Ruan Hongyu was exposed to the temptation, her face was a little unnatural, and she coughed lightly.
"I have official duties, so I'm naturally not at home. But, have you been at home these days?"
Shen Cong nodded.
"It's natural. I'm not at home. Where am I? Why does Ruan Fengwei ask this? Do you suspect that I am a Beimang spy? Or a remnant of the previous dynasty?"
Ruan Hongyu couldn't help but have a look of disappointment in her eyes.
It seemed that Shen Cong was not the master he met that day.
"Of course I don't mean that, it's just... that's all, it's nothing. How is your martial arts journey going? Are you about to enter the first grade?"
Shen Cong shook his head.
"These days, I have found some clues, but...it will probably take some time."
"It's harder to become a good person than to reach the sky. You are still young, so don't be discouraged. Work hard and make progress. There will be a breakthrough one day."
"Um."
"I still have official duties to attend to, so I'll take the first step."
"Farewell."
After watching Ruan Fengwei leave, Shen Cong found that Song Daqi hadn't left yet and was staying where he was, looking straight at him.
"Why are you looking at me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Daqi suddenly put down the bamboo basket, stepped forward quickly, and knelt down in front of Shen Cong.
"Master Shen, I have known for a long time that you must be a master of martial arts. I beg you to accept me as your disciple. I am willing to serve you from now on."
Shen Cong was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt dumbfounded.
"I don't have the ability to teach you anything."
Song Daqi pleaded:
"Master Shen, I am not afraid of hardship or tiredness. As long as you can teach me kung fu, I can do anything you ask me! I beg you."
Shen Cong still refused.
"Don't say it again, I won't teach you, and I don't have the ability to teach you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
In fact, teaching a little martial arts is not a big deal. It is just that one day is a teacher, and a life is a father. Over time, it is inevitable that some master-disciple feelings will arise.
Judging from his increasing understanding, his strength will definitely become stronger and stronger. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely become a peerless master.
And Song Daqi may not be able to become a master. When the time comes, it will be a small matter to bring him a dragster. If he gets into any trouble again, he will do a "Thirty Years in Hedong, Thirty Years in Hexi", involve himself in it, and be directly reimbursed. , that would be a big loss for Dafa.
If there is no need to involve the matter of cause and effect, try to involve it as little as possible.
However, he obviously underestimated Song Daqi's determination. In the following days, Song Daqi seemed to be a different person, sitting beside him every day, serving tea and pouring water.
I prepare meals in advance for myself every day, wash clothes and dry them, and keep my workstation clean, but I never mention the matter of apprenticeship.
Since Master Song had some friendship with him during his lifetime, Shen Cong couldn't say anything, but he never agreed to teach him martial arts.
He can do whatever he wants. The worst thing is that before he leaves Yuncheng, he will leave him a sum of money, which can be regarded as his hard work.
...
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three months passed.
In the past three months, Shen Cong's progress in martial arts can be said to have grown by leaps and bounds.
First of all, he has cultivated Fengying Leg to the ninth level. His current speed has directly increased by 180%. It is an increase, not an improvement. In other words, the speed at which he uses body techniques is not Two point eight times the speed of Shenfa.
When Shen Cong used his movements, his speed was so fast that it was difficult for ordinary people to see his figure clearly, let alone his face. Ordinary people could only feel a gust of wind passing in front of him.
Secondly, his Dragon God Claws have been cultivated to the third level!
As his most powerful attack method at present, the Dragon God Claw is extremely powerful when released. In the warehouse of Dong's Iron Shop, there is a small piece of thousand-year meteorite iron. Shen Cong tried it. This top-quality material, thousand-year meteorite iron, was in his hands. , it turned out to be nothing more than a mud pill.
The most important thing is that his Taixuan Jing broke through the second level!
This means that his cultivation speed has surpassed that of the Thunderbolt Technique at the Great Perfection level, and with the help of the powerful internal skills and mental methods of the second-level Taixuan Sutra, Shen Cong's cultivation has finally achieved another breakthrough.
