Chapter 5 Qingfeng Fujian Record

Under the sunset, a pair of bleak figures slowly came from the sky, and circles of beating children of light actively jumped. The hair in the afterglow, wisps of hair, accompanied by pieces of red, beating the quiet and natural.

A sad face, like the coldness under three feet of ice, was unconsciously deeply affected and infected the unnaturalness in the surrounding environment.

"Young master, what's wrong with you?" Wearing dirty and untidy clothes, Shanshan walked into the door without saying a word in the puzzled look of the guards.

"Dad, they bullied Xiao Ru... and also bullied me... Why can't I master martial arts--Qingfeng Fujianlu, Dad, teach me martial arts, I want to beat them..." The crying intermittently told the experience of the afternoon. In front of Nalan Yuye, who was more and more bitter and angry, he held the golden blue and white wooden chair tightly with both hands, and the five fingerprints gradually blurred to clear and creaked.

"Yi Er, our family's martial arts... This is a little defective. You are not suitable for... To learn martial arts, you can learn from literature, don't be so tired..." He spit out a few short words bitterly, but it is like a sea of bitterness, overflowing in the bottom of my heart, a little disappointment and helplessness, filling my heart bit by bit.

"No, I must learn! If you want to teach me, I will definitely learn!" Shaking Nalan Yuye's hand, a little childish and naive tone and action, gently hit Nalan Yuye's heart, dizzying layers of waves, and finally softened and agreed.

"I'll teach you tomorrow. Now you can have a good rest first." He looked at Nalan Zhouyi lovingly and comforted the little bald head of the tiger's head.

In the study.

A bamboo light lit up the fragrance of books all over the room.

In the longing of the lamp shadow, half of the side face is lit by the fragrance of books, quiet and peaceful, and natural. Book talks, how romantic it would be without a trace of desolation in the eyes.

"Yuye, why do you want to teach Yi'er martial arts? He can't learn it. In this way, he will be even more sad. If he knows the truth, he will definitely hate us. Hey, my poor child, I don't know what's wrong with the wind. Wandering alone and helpless, we are parents. How can we be worthy of ourselves? Children..."

Alas! Nine days away, a little starlight slowly poured down, blinking, smiling with joy, smiling at the light spots outside the sky.

"I can't bear it, but I have to try it. Let's see if there is a miracle... I really can't help it. Just give you the picture scroll your father!"

"If it really doesn't work, that's the only way!"

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The rising sun is rising in the east, dyeing the whole sky. The maple leaves are swaying carefree, and the butterflies are dancing in the breeze, and the flowers are flying freely.

"Yi Er, today I will teach you the Qingfeng Fujian Record. The Qingfeng Fujian Record was found in an ancient cave when my father was a child. It is divided into ten layers, mainly divided into Qingfeng, wind, wind and clouds, clouds, sun and moon, moon, swordming, ten thousand swords, shadow swords, heart swords. Each layer has the unfathomable power. The first layer is At the beginning, the father only cultivated the seventh level of Jianming, and the last three levels can't be practiced. If you practice to the highest level, you can worship the king and be proud of the world.

Nalan Zhouyi, with two stars in his eyes, seemed to see endless delicious food, drooling and fantasizing foolishly. Seeing Nalan Zhouyi's stupid appearance, he inexplicably won an anger and helpless desolation.

"What a cruel Kong Liuyan has made me do nothing all my life, like a half-stupid child, living in a muddle-headed environment forever... so cruel!"

"Okay, Yier, this is the first level of practice. You can just recite it today. You can't be lazy..." Looking at Nalan Zhouyi waving his little fist, in his tender and rough moves, he couldn't help smiling happily, but his smile was more desolate.

"Yes, that's it, Yi'er is great!"

"It's like this. This fist should be raised a little higher and the leg bent down a little..."

"It's an hour to learn to walk today!"

Nalan Zhouyi, sweating like rain, did not give up standing in the empty martial arts field without giving up. Everything was silent, only the hot sun poured, and a small unyielding backbone stood in the scorching sun.

"Child, why don't you take a break? You are still young and have a lot of time. You can take your time..." The woman asked with concern and reached out to wipe away the fine layers of sweat from her face.

"No, I'm learning martial arts. I want Zhuge Nian to climb through my crotch..."

"What? Is there such a thing? Why didn't you say it last time?" The woman's face turned pale.

"Little Ru won't let me say that it's not good..." Looking at the rich man's increasingly unhappy face, her voice gradually decreased, "Mom, don't be angry, I will take revenge."

When the mother and son narrated face to face, they did not find that in the compartment behind them, a figure was deeply beating in their hearts, angry at the air, shouting silently, and their ferocious faces were covered with frost. The light dimmed in an instant, and suddenly disappeared, only the branches were empty and messy.