Long Fei suddenly came to his senses and touched the back of his head sheepishly: "Master Yun, let me rub your back."
"Need not!"
"Why." Long Fei was a little anxious, but he wanted to express his gratitude.
Yun Tingruo's lips twitched, "I've washed them."
"Mr. Yun, let me tell you, you have to wash yourself thoroughly when taking a bath, otherwise it will be very unhygienic." After Long Fei said a few words, he was no longer as reserved as before and seemed more familiar with him.
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"Right, Mr. Yun." Long Fei showed his big white teeth when he saw Yun Tingruo didn't answer.
Yun Tingruo's eyebrows moved slightly: "It's purely a personal habit."
Long Fei groaned and walked leisurely alone in the room. Then he blinked curiously: "Master Yun, your room smells so good."
This aroma is not a smoky aroma, but a light fragrance, which is very comfortable to smell.
"Really?" Yun Tingruo twitched the corners of her mouth unconsciously.
Long Fei looked around carelessly, but his eyes looked at Yun Tingruo from time to time.
He had a good impression of Yun Tingruo at first sight.
"Mr. Yun, I heard from my eldest sister that your medical skills are very good, and your martial arts are also very high. Can you teach me."
Long Fei swooped over and looked at Yun Tingruo pitifully.
"You don't have a master?" Yun Tingruo glanced at him suspiciously. Seeing that Mayor Long cared so much about his grandson, how could he, as the only male in the Long family, not know how to practice martial arts.
"Those masters are too good."
Long Fei waved his hands boredly, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. Since the decline of the Long family, the masters he invited were all inferior to each other.
Grandpa was old and had no energy to teach him martial arts. He had beaten all the martial arts masters away, and no one has come since.
"Master Yun, just teach me a few moves. I will definitely not carry your moves forward."
Long Fei took Yun Tingruo's arm and shook it coquettishly!
Yun Tingruo: "..."
Before she could speak, she saw a figure flash in front of her, and Long Fei's body was thrown out.
"Don't come near my master."
Yun Yin's face was cold, and he looked warily at Long Fei, who had fallen to the ground.
"Ouch, why are you like this? You are so violent right from the start." Long Fei rubbed his buttocks and cried out in pain. This person is too rough.
As soon as Long Fei stepped forward, a wall of flesh appeared in front of him, blocking his body: "You are not allowed to come within five steps of my master."
His mistress is a woman. How could she be so close to a man in the dead of night
Yunyin was a little taller and stronger than Long Fei, looking down at him condescendingly.
"You are Brother Yunyin, right? I heard from my eldest sister that you are very powerful." Long Fei blinked and stared for a few seconds, then exclaimed and hugged Yunyin's arm: "Brother Yunyin , which one is more powerful is you or your master."
Yun Yin looked at this boy's familiar attitude and his temples beat a few times: "You are the second young master of the Long family."
"Yes, that's me." Long Fei smiled, his innocent smile making people feel warm.
Yunyin was not as hostile as before, but he still pulled him and pushed him out of the room: "Master Long Er, you have just recovered, so you should go back to your room and rest early."
Long Fei didn't expect Yunyin's strength to be so strong, and he was pushed out of the room by him by surprise, waiting for him to turn around.
The door clicked shut.
"How could this be? I'm here to sincerely thank you." Long Fei was very hurt, but he became happy again the next second. His body feels very good now, and he will thank Mr. Yun tomorrow.
After Yun Yin saw Long Fei leaving, he turned back to Yun Tingruo and reported what he had learned.
The candlelight flickered, casting a blur of light.
However, Yunyin's inquiries were limited, and Yun Tingruo could only make a brief guess.
There are more complicated things in the Long family than these, but she is just an outsider and can't control some things.
"Okay, you go back to your room and rest." Yun Tingruo waved her hand, she had other things to do tomorrow.
Yun Yin nodded, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, Yun Tingruo spoke again: "Yun Yin, how do you feel about your body?"
"It's nothing serious." Yunyin was confused and didn't understand why his master asked.
"Did you encounter anything when you went out to inquire."
Yun Tingruo raised the corners of his mouth, and his voice was like a clear spring.
Yunyin was stunned for a moment, his mind running around, but when he thought about it, a stab of pain went through his brain.
Nothing happened!
Yunyin shook his head: "Nothing happened."
Yun Tingruo's eyes kept falling on Yun Yin's face. She saw that his face was a little pale, but fortunately he was very energetic and didn't think much about anything else: "It's okay."
Yunyin then turned around and left. The moment he closed the door, he raised his lowered head slightly, with a faint cold light in his eyes.
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A faint light penetrated from the clouds, and the courtyard was filled with clear light. At this time, it was just the time for the rooster to crow.
Two figures were fisting in the yard.
Every time the white figure punched, the air flow stirred up the wind, whistling...
The figure next to her had an extraordinary fist, and every time he waved it a few times, there would be a burst of violent air.
"Master, master, it's not good."
A maid hurried across the corridor, making a sound of surprise as she ran.
Long Batian's sleep was very light, and his eyes suddenly opened: "What's going on outside?" The voice of the person who had just woken up was still a little hoarse and sticky.
"Sir, the maid said that Mr. Yun and his servants were kicking and fighting in the yard." Lin Ping opened the bed curtain, with a hint of doubt in his tone.
"Oh, let's go take a look." Long Batian was no longer sleepy. He stood up, washed briefly, and then walked towards the side room.
As soon as I walked to the door of the yard, I saw two figures going back and forth. Their moves were very strange. They used their hands as fists and kept punching each other's head and weak points, and the person being punched also punched him one after another. Fight back with punches.
Although Long Batian was older, he looked carefully and saw that when the legs of these two people were lifted up, they were so hard and fast. He could not imagine how powerful this overbearing power was.
If you get kicked, will your head explode
What surprised Long Batian even more was that this style of play didn't have any bells and whistles, and it didn't use Qinggong as an aid. It was just a simple and crude style of play, but this style of play was frightening to watch.
Long Batian was a little obsessed for a while. He had seen countless martial arts, but he had never seen such interesting martial arts.
Yun Tingruo noticed Long Batian's figure, quickly retracted her hands, and came to Long Batian: "Grandpa Long, it's so early."
"Yun Ruo, what are you and Yunyin doing?" Long Batian smiled and stroked his beard, looking at the sweat on Yun Tingruo's face, his eyes flickered several times.