"Oh!... It hurts..."
Under a hundred-year-old tree, the light hits the yellow ground through dense leaves. A young man is holding an iron chain to parry. The chain that was thrown out several times was whipped on his back when he was retracted. , I sobbed with pain every time, but the scars on his body soon healed as soon as he was put on it.
Within an hour, there were more than a dozen more blades on the back, some of which were scratched by knives, and some were wounded by chains, one black and one purple.
"The first style is so difficult! Why didn't you practice badly?! I'm so angry! Are you out of the state today?" Hearing this complaint so familiar, this young man is Ling Feng.
When Ling Feng threw the chain for the last time, it was the same as the previous few times. When he retracted it, he didn't use his vitality well or he didn't stab back in the way he imagined. Instead, he flipped back irregularly and hit his back again. A heavy scar was added to it. The pain has become numb after the teenager countless times, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sat on the ground with his back leaning on the same scarred tree.
"Uncle Big Tree, I'm sorry, I made you a big face too." Ling Feng turned his delicate face and smiled bitterly at the scarred tree.
"How come these basic eight poses are so difficult? It's just some luck control skills, hey, weird! If I had a good teacher, it would be great! God, I want a teacher, I want a teacher..."
For the first time, Ling Feng felt that his abilities were so limited, and he yearned for a teacher who could teach him everything.
But how can the average teacher be worthy of him? Most of the teachers in Jilong City are third-rate teachers who look at money and riches. The strength of these third-rate teachers is only between Yuanshi or Yuanwu, reaching Yuanwu teachers. In Jilong City, it has been invited as a treasure.
"Mr. Zhuge is more or less one hundred and ten. He is a mage, but his strength is also eight levels of Yuanwu. I don't know if he will teach himself or not!" Ling Feng sat down and rested. Think of Zhuge Yuandao, one of the people he respects most.
"It's strange to say that Mr. Zhuge is at least an 8-rank mage, and he is one of the best in the entire empire. How could he be in a small place like ours?"
Ling Feng thought for a while, that vitality strength was reported by him himself, and he didn't know whether it was true or false, but few people in the city knew his origins, only that he was a fourth-rank mage, why did Mr. Zhuge hide his strength! He loses his temper every time I ask him, hey, he might be the one who knows the most about him. This is not the tip of the iceberg...
"Master! Master!..."
When Ling Feng closed his eyes to rest his mind, a woman's clear and anxious voice came from the woods not far away. This person was the maid Xiaoqing who called Ling Feng to stop this morning.
"It's still early for dinner at this time! What happened?" Since it became a waste, Xiaoqing has been waiting for Xiaoqing to eat every day. This time the call is obviously much earlier than before. Ling Feng couldn't help but frown. , Stood up and walked in the direction where the sound came from.
"Where did this young master go? Didn't he say that he was in the back mountain? I am anxious to death. Hey!" Xiaoqing stopped at a tree, stamped his feet in a hurry, frowned, and made an anxious expression on his face. Flushed.
"Sister Xiaoqing, I am here!"
Ling Feng jumped on top of the forest, and when he saw Xiaoqing who was stomping in a hurry, he was happy. He decided to scare her and hung upside down from the treetops behind her, making faces.
"Ah! Ghost!"
Xiaoqing heard the sound and turned her face back, and when she saw a grimace, she yelled in fright, and suddenly jumped back a big step, covering her face with her hands and daring not to look at it.
But immediately when I woke up, it was Ling Feng's voice. He threw off his hands and looked at Ling Feng angrily with a pair of beautiful big eyes. I don’t believe my sister spanked you!"
"Hehe, every time you are fooled, I can't blame me, it's sister Xiaoqing who is so funny! Haha." Ling Feng said, jumping from the tree.
"Hmph, I know that I'm bullying Sister Xiaoqing, I don't care about you in the future, see if you dare to dare in the future!" Xiaoqing is afraid of nothing but ghosts that don't exist, so her face is still scared now.
"No, no, Sister Xiaoqing doesn't care about me, I will be so lonely, I love Sister Xiaoqing the most, and I dare not do it anymore. Will Sister Xiaoqing forgive me?"
Ling Feng Xiaoqing was a little angry, and said quickly, in Ling Feng's heart, Xiaoqing was also one of his closest people. After all, she grew up together, she always took care of herself, and encouraged herself when she became a waste. Even when others speak ill of themselves, they still stand up to help themselves. Ling Feng has been watching all this in his eyes and moved in his heart.
"Hmph, look at your poor mouth, then, you can't scare sister again in the future, and then scare sister Xiaoqing to swear to no longer care about you!" Xiaoqing obviously has nothing to do. Seeing Ling Feng say this, he feels soft. When he said the second half of the sentence, he took Ling Feng's hand and walked home.