Zhao Jingting ignored him, just looked at him condescendingly, smiled sarcastically, then turned and walked away.
At that time, Mu Nanshan suffered a serious illness. He had always been healthy and rarely got sick. This illness was like a sudden attack. He stayed on the sickbed until he passed the New Year's Eve, and finally got better. After recovering from the serious illness, He seemed to have changed. He began to practice martial arts with Xie Lun. Xie Lun's kung fu was very good, but Xie Lun took the path of light kung fu, which was different from Mu Nanshan's path of martial arts since childhood, and At that time, Mu Nanshan was already an adult, and his bones had grown into shape. It was naturally too late to learn Qing Gong. Xie Lun was a little embarrassed. After discussing it with Zhao Jingting, Zhao Jingting later taught Mu Nanshan. However, Zhao Jingting did not have Xie Lun. So free, after all, it was General Cullen. Every day when he opened his eyes, there were things big and small waiting to be dealt with. So from then on, Zhao Jingting and Mu Nanshan got up an hour early, while others were still sleeping, The two of them had already started fistfighting and kicking each other under the cover of night. From that time on, Mu Nanshan and Zhao Jingting became accustomed to washing their faces with cold water.
Mu Nanshan's qualifications were much better than those of ordinary people, and Zhao Jingting made great efforts to teach him. Therefore, in just one year, Mu Nanshan's kung fu improved by leaps and bounds. By the second year, Mu Nanshan could barely compete with Xie Lun. It’s a tie.
The most important thing is that that year, Mu Nanshan learned to swim.
"Do you hate me?" After spending the second New Year's Eve in Culun, Zhao Jingting poured a glass of wine for Mu Nanshan and handed it to him. He said with a smile, "At that time, you may have hated me, right?"
"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" Xie Lun hurriedly interrupted Zhao Jingting's words, looked at Mu Nanshan with a smile and said, "Brother Zhao, take a closer look. How do I look like someone who can hold a grudge?"
Mu Nanshan put the wine glass on the table, stood up and walked to Zhao Jingting. He knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Jingting three times. When he raised his head again, his eyes were slightly red. His sudden move thanked Zhao Jingting. Both Lun and Zhao Jingting were startled. Zhao Jingting was so busy that he tried to help Mu Nanshan up, but Mu Nanshan shook his head and choked up: "Brother Zhao and Brother Xie have shown me so much kindness that I can only say it with all my heart. , I regard the two eldest brothers as my own brothers. It was my younger brother who was ignorant in the past, but the two elder brothers did not let me go, but brought me back to the right path. I am really grateful to the two eldest brothers. "
Xie Lun's eyes immediately turned red when he said this. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to help Mu Nanshan up, and said: "Get up, we are a family, why is there any need to give such a big gift?"
Zhao Jingting was not good at words and did not say anything sentimental, but he drank openly that day. Five jars of wine for three people was not too much. Zhao Jingting had a lot of wine, and Mu Nanshan was from Beidi, and he had been drinking since he was a child. Master, Xie Lun is not a person who drinks less, but Zhao Jingting, who has always been able to drink a thousand cups, was the first to fall down that night.
"Brother Xie, I'll take Brother Zhao back to the dormitory." Mu Nanshan saw Zhao Jingting slumped on Xie Lun's body and walked over in a hurry. Xie Lun was very strong, but after all, Zhao Jingting was too big and too long. His arms and legs were wrapped around Xie Lun, which looked a bit funny. Xie Lun was supporting such a drunkard by himself, which was too difficult for him.