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"Well! Yes!"
Song Zhian nodded and agreed without hesitation.
This request is actually not a request, even if there is no treasure map, as long as he takes Song Yifei to meet Gu Canglan, it can basically be resolved.
"Also, you must not tell him what I have learned."
"Don't worry! Dad is not stupid!"
Do not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others.
Although Gu Canglan is his teacher, Song Yifei has never met him before, and he doesn't know what kind of person he is.
If the other party sees that Bao is interested, then he is not throwing himself into the trap.
In the end, things were settled like this!
However, Song Yifei and Song Zhian made a fuss, and when he finds out the specific location, he will definitely go.
Song Zhian printed a treasure map and sent it back to the state of Jin with a flying falcon.
I got a reply in less than three days.
"The Master Guild will personally come to confirm the authenticity of the treasure map!"
Depend on! Hasty!
"Hoo! Hoo!"
In the depths of the Song family's compound, in a wide courtyard, three teenagers aged eleven or twelve were riding horses against the stone slabs under the scorching sun.
Sitting under the shade of a tree, Song Yifei was lying on a bamboo chair, holding a teapot in his hand, squinting his eyes, and was taking a nap.
The three little guys are none other than his nephews.
Mu Chenyi, the eldest son of Mu Yungui, is thirteen years old this year. He has a small inner strength and a more stable personality. He looks like someone from the Song family.
Mu Chenwei, Mu Yungui's second daughter, is twelve years old, with a basic level of internal strength, exquisite facial features, eloquent teeth, perfectly inheriting the looks and personality of her grandmother, a grumpy little pepper.
Mu Chenxuan, Mu Yungui's third son, is ten years old this year, with a basic level of inner strength, simple and honest, a bit silly, and he is also chubby. If it wasn't for being too young, Song Yifei would have doubted whether he had practiced "Narong Technique" in advance.
Since five days ago, Mu Yungui handed over to him three people, asking him to help teach martial arts.
After all, on the surface, Song Yifei is the only one in the family who knows kung fu.
Snapped!
"ah!"
Mu Chenwei, who was about to be a little lazy with her big eyes rolling, was hit by Song Yifei's force on the pain point on her back, and she cried out in pain.
To educate other people's children, Song Yifei is free-ranging. Anyway, whether he lives or dies in the future has little to do with him. But for the juniors of his own family, it is different, it is completely like a different person, cold and almost ruthless.
There is no love education, quality education, just one word if you are not obedient-hit!
"Woooo! Uncle! I can't hold on anymore!"
Mu Chenwei clasped her hands on her waist, bent her knees and squatted down, in a horse stance, with a delicate little face, with pear blossoms and rain.
Ever since Song Yifei hung him up and beat him up on the first day of learning martial arts, Mu Chenwei was terrified of this uncle who was originally like an elm-headed uncle.
Song Yifei squeezed a peanut and threw it into his mouth, without even opening his eyes, he said coldly: "It's not time yet! If you talk nonsense, increase the amount!"
"Woo hoo!"
Hearing Song Yifei's words, Mu Chenwei sobbed softly, but never dared to make any other movements.
With three large stone slabs on his head, Mu Chenyi, who was sweating profusely and drenched all over, glanced at his sister from the corner of his eye, and sighed helplessly in his heart.
This uncle must be an evil spirit from hell!
So who abused his nephew and niece so much?
Mu Chenyi kept complaining about Song Yifei in his heart to distract his attention, otherwise it would be too painful.
Now it is August, which is the hottest time of the year, and there is a big sun on the head. In this case, even standing up will make people dizzy.
The three of them not only had to stride, but also had to bear stone slabs of different weights according to their cultivation level. It was simply torture, worse than the prisoners in the prison.
But there is no way!
When Mu Chenwei was beaten last time, grandma, grandpa, father, and mother were all there, but no one spoke.
The shrewd Mu Chenyi also understood that his uncle had a very high prestige in the family, and if he was disobedient, no one could save him.
well! Fortunately, I thought he was good before!
He once followed Mu Yun backI have been to Wudang Mountain a few times, and I have seen Song Yifei a few times. Knowing that this uncle is dedicated to martial arts, he has a fairly easy-going personality, but he is a bit stubborn and likes to dig into corners.
But he never thought that training people would be so ruthless!
Mu Yungui is usually strict, but compared to Song Yifei, he is just playing tricks.
As for Song Yilian, he didn't inherit Lu Qingmou's stick education at all. Although he wasn't particularly spoiled, it was basically lip service. If the three of them made mistakes or were lazy, they just taught them a lesson.
And Lu Qingmou, who was a relative from another generation, completely forgot about his own education method, and he doted on the three little guys very much.
Not to mention Song Zhian, he couldn't even educate Song Yifei, let alone his grandson.
If it wasn't for the four of them being sensible, it is very likely that they would raise three playboys.
Among the three little guys, only Mu Chenxuan didn't say anything, with his head on his head, his chubby face, sweat dripping down like rain.
then
It fell to the ground with a plop!
Hurrah!
Song Yifei walked over to take a look and found that he had fallen asleep.
""
well!
Song Yifei shook his head with a wry smile in his heart.
Among the three little guys, only this Mu Chenxuan, he can do nothing.
effort! obedient! The talent is not bad either!
It's just that people are a bit weird.
What can you say if you can fall asleep under the scorching sun that can crack your skin.
There was already a servant who was familiar with Mu Chenxuan's habits, and quickly carried him into the house with swift movements.
Mu Chenyi and Mu Chenwei also wanted to imitate their younger brother, but they knew it was useless, and it was impossible to fool Song Yifei by pretending to be sleeping.
Just when the two of them had weak calves and felt dizzy.
"Nonsense!"
A majestic and old voice came from the porch.
Mu Chenwei and Mu Chenyi were overjoyed, knowing that the savior had arrived.
"uncle!"
Hearing the sound, Song Yifei turned around with a wry smile, and bowed to the old man who was walking.
The old man looked about sixty years old, wearing a coarse cloth robe, with gray temples, deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead, with a strong book breath on his body, and a calm and prestige in his eyes.
This old man is none other than Lu Qingmou's elder brother, Dagan Guozijian's Jijiu, a great scholar in the world, Lu Qingli.
In the Song family, Song Yifei was not afraid of his father or mother, but this uncle had to bow his head.
This old man is too stubborn!
Lu Qingli came with Mu Yungui. Apart from coming back to see his sister Lu Qingmou and visiting old friends, the main purpose was to meet Liu Qingchan.
Liu Chengye is his favorite student, Song Yifei and Liu Qingchan's marriage is his matchmaker, if you don't come back and have a look, I really don't feel at ease.
If Lu Qingmou hadn't insisted on letting him be a matchmaker, he wouldn't have done such a thing even if he was beaten to death.
However, since I have broken the precept, I have to do it well, so I don't hesitate to come back from a long distance to see if the married life is harmonious.
"How old are the three of them! This way of practicing qigong doesn't ruin your body! Besides, what's so good about practicing qigong? You know how to fight and kill all day long! I lost my head that day, and I don't even know who did it!"
Lu Qingli pulled Mu Chenwei and Mu Chenyi over, and to Song Yifei who was cowardly at the side, it was a crackling lesson.
"Uncle taught me a lesson!"
Song Yifei bowed his head and admitted his mistake, with a very good attitude.
It's useless to refute anyway, if he really refutes, the old man can argue with him for three days and three nights.
Having taught Song Yifei a lesson, Lu Qingli, who had no sense of accomplishment at all, prepared to leave with two excited little guys.
"Uncle, then we"
"Go! Go! Kung Fu Ming"
"snort!"
""
Seeing the three walk away, Song Yifei could only shake his head helplessly, and practiced kung fu in the yard by himself.
Song Yifei didn't practice the several unique skills that he had already completed, but took an ordinary wooden sword and practiced the "Sword of the Setting Sun" that he had just learned in the past few days.
It doesn't use zhenqi, it's just a simple move.
This first-class swordsmanship book was obtained by Feng An, the steward of the Xuesha Palace in Lingshou County. In addition to the "Setting Sun Swordsmanship", there are also the first-class swordsmanship "Eight Techniques of Blood Knife" and the first-class palm method "Falling Leaves Hui". "Wind Palm", and the medium internal strength "Luoxia Gong".
Although he has already practiced the peerless swordsmanship of "Flying Immortals Beyond the Sky", but he has used it frequently in recent times, and he must have left a record in the six doors, so it is not suitable for use in obtaining the obvious. The same is true for "Tiger Shade Sword Art", so Song Yifei is going to practice a sword technique, which is convenient for daily use.
Time passed slowly, and the scorching sun began to sink to the west, leaving only a waste heat on the earth.
Swish!
Song Yifei lightly jumped onto the roof, looked at the bloody sunset in the distance, drew away a ray of true energy, and began to perform the real "Sword of the Setting Sun".
[The setting sun sets against the west, and the sunset glow against the backdrop is like blood red, slowly falling, the fiery blood red, sprinkled all over the earth, when you climb high and look far, you suddenly understand] (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com com)bsp; Although he has already practiced the peerless swordsmanship of "Flying Immortals Beyond the Sky", but he has used it frequently in recent times, and he must have left a record in the six doors, so it is not suitable to be used in obtaining the obvious. The same is true for "Tiger Shade Sword Art", so Song Yifei is going to practice a sword technique, which is convenient for daily use.
Time passed slowly, and the scorching sun began to sink to the west, leaving only a waste heat on the earth.
Swish!
Song Yifei lightly jumped onto the roof, looked at the bloody sunset in the distance, drew away a ray of true energy, and began to perform the real "Sword of the Setting Sun".
[The setting sun sets against the west, and the sunset glow against the backdrop is like blood red, slowly falling, the fiery blood red, sprinkled all over the earth, when you climb high and look far, you suddenly understand] (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel. com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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