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18. Learning Fengjuan

Qin Feng'er was holding a fur vest in her hand, with bright red wool, soft and warm.

I agreed to pick up the meal later, it was almost ten o'clock, why didn't I come yet? I complained and waited anxiously.

"Feng'er, go to bed quickly. It's ten o'clock, and there will be class tomorrow!" My mother urged on the kang.

"Mom, you go to bed first, I'll go to bed now." Unwilling to let go, she carefully placed the fur vest on the bottom of the cabinet. This was her first work, and it was hidden in it.

Cheng Yu ran dozens of miles in one breath and sat on the ground, "Oh, my mother! I'm so tired! Huh----" He was so angry.

I was worried about my mother, so I released my spiritual sense to observe.

My mother sat weakly on the edge of the kang. The old beast had woken up and didn't dare to move to her anymore, so she staggered away.

At Qin Feng'er's house, Feng'er is putting her fur vest into the wardrobe, full of loss.

Sorry, Feng'er, I'll explain next time I meet.

"Why don't you run away?" A voice came from the air, scaring Cheng Yu.

"Ancestor, why are you following me? I was shocked." Seeing that it was Mr. Cheng, Cheng Yu complained.

"How can I leave if you call me Lao Cheng and don't let me go?"

"Cheng Yu, that beast is also my descendant. This matter has ended here. He has also been punished. Don't worry about it anymore." Cheng Gong advised.

"Look at what you said, I can't kill him, I can only do this, as long as my mother is not bullied." Cheng Yu sighed.

"Cheng Yu, don't worry, I am the one who is my old Cheng at home, so there will be no problem. What plans will be made in the future?" Seeing Cheng Yu relieved, Cheng Gong comforted him.

"I have no force at all now and don't know how to improve it. Ancestor, you have a good way to give me some advice."

"I have no good way to do force. My old Cheng only has three and a half tricks, but I think of one person, and I should be able to help you."

"My old brother Luo Cheng is proficient in all kinds of martial arts and is extremely skilled in shooting skills. I will pay attention to you and find a way to find him and let him help you."

"Go, I've been dead for more than a thousand years, how can I help me?" Cheng Yu murmured in his heart, not daring to say it out.

"You have reached the middle stage of the soul of your spiritual consciousness. This speed is fast enough. It is stronger than my old Cheng. You have to rely on yourself to get started with force."

"In the southwest direction, Liangshan, there have been many martial artists who have admired martial arts since ancient times. At present, you can try it, everything depends on opportunities."

"I have no place to go, so I can only go around, thank my ancestor for his advice?" said goodbye.

After the two broke up, Cheng Yu walked in the direction pointed by Cheng Gong.

.........

Cheng Yu didn't come to school, and the classmates started talking again.

"Feng'er, where is Cheng Yu? Why didn't you come to school today?"

"I don't know either, alas!" Cheng Yu was not by his side, and Qin Feng'er lost her energy either.

"I went to my house last night, and my father asked me to listen to him in the future." Wang San said, thinking in his heart, I wanted to take him as his teacher today. I thought about it all night last night, but I couldn't call him brother, so I have to call him Master. This master is getting more and more amazing, and he is coming and going without a trace.

"That's right, my father asked me to invite him to my house after school and help me treat hemorrhoids."

"Go to yours, here we are again."

"In the morning, I saw Cheng Yuniang come to school to ask for leave, and said she was going to find his father."

"Didn't his father die?"

"That's not necessarily. Cheng Yu is a god now. Even if he sacrifices his life, I think Cheng Yu can save him."

"Brave, do you know what sacrifice means? Sacrifice means death, and you can live after death? It's nonsense!"

......

I don’t know how many villages and towns I passed by along the way. At noon, Cheng Yu passed through another town and came to a secluded place.

Looking at a high mountain from afar, it is not far from the foot of the mountain.

A stream flowed by, and the stream water was clear and so I sat on the bluestone by the roadside to rest.

After running for half a day, I was tired and hungry. I took out the dry food from the Qiankun bag and ate it with the stream.

People feel sleepy when they are full and don’t sleep all night.

Before he knew it, Cheng Yu fell asleep leaning against the bluestone.

That obscure and difficult-to-understand seal script entered a dream, scrolling upwards like subtitles, playing them in a loop, and cycling...

Cheng Yu seemed to have some enlightenment in his dream. His energy was everywhere, and he could be released according to his heart. He gathered it with thoughts, guided it with his mind, and moved it with his power. He could use all things around him. This magical power can be divided into three layers. At the beginning, he could take a light body; at the middle, he could take biological beasts; at the extreme, he could move mountains and fill the sea......

I slept until the sun was far west again. Cheng Yu got up and the scene in my dream was extremely clear.

Strike the iron while it's hot and try it immediately.

Cheng Yu closed his eyes, felt the flow of air around him, stimulated his mind, stretched out his right palm, and swung in the direction of the air.

With my thoughts, I gathered more airflows, and there was wind in my palm, which became more and more intense. I suddenly opened my eyes and swept away several broken branches on the side of the road, shouting: "The wind is blowing, rise!"

With a whirlwind, a gust of wind was seen rolling up the broken branches, and it seemed like a whirlwind suddenly blew up. The broken branches, dead grass and leaves rose with the wind, floating and rotating in the air, and never dissipated for a long time.

Cheng Yu continued to urge his mind and led to a dead tree, "Go!"

The rolled branches and grass shot away with the help of the wind. The dead trees broke with the sound, and the broken mouth was neat, like a knife and an axe, and it was straightforward and neat.

Cheng Yu was secretly happy. He was so powerful that he brewed it like the method and practiced it several times until he was proficient.

As it got dark, Cheng Yu was happy and refreshed, and had no intention of sleeping anymore. He continued to rush through the night.

After walking for dozens of miles, I saw a yard that seemed to be a school, which was a hundred miles away from my hometown, and I felt much more at ease.

After all, it is children, and school is their world. When Cheng Yu saw the school, he felt intimate.

When I arrived at the school gate, there were several large characters on the wall column next to the door: "Second Brother Martial Arts School"

It is said that the number "two" in Shandong is different from other places.

In other places, "second" is a swear word.

When I came to Shandong, I called the stranger "Second Brother" to the greatest respect.

Shandong has been a country of etiquette and a hometown of Confucius and Mencius since ancient times, and the most important thing is to inherit and respect traditions.

There are several amazing characters in history, all of whom are the second child.

The first one is Confucius, who is the founder of education, and he is the second best;

The second person is Qin Qiong, Jia Jialou, the hero is the second brother, the current door god;

The third one is Wu Song, Wu Erlang, the hero who beats the tiger.

At night, it was quiet and deserted, and the school gate was closed.

Cheng Yu sat down against the gate and stayed here for a while. He tightened the front of the cotton coat and leaned against the door. The iron gate made a "bang" sound.

Wow, wow, wow..., a few barking sounds from the door.

Then there was a sound of the door opening and shouting, "Who is it!"

It shocked the rest of the house. Cheng Yu was nervous. He asked again, but he would not answer.

"Uncle! It's me."

"It must be those bad guys who come to the school to find trouble. If you don't agree, follow the rules of the martial arts industry and make an appointment. What's going on in private? It's true!" The old man was talking to himself and footsteps.

Cheng Yu hurriedly stood up and waited for the others to open the door.

The door opened, and an old man and a flashlight beam shone on Cheng Yu's face.

"Hey, whose child are you? It's midnight, if you don't go home, why do you come to school?" Seeing that it was a strange child, the old man asked.

"Uncle, I came from a long way to learn martial arts. I didn't know the distance and missed the accommodation." Cheng Yu didn't dare to tell the truth.

"I'm here to sign up, your adults didn't follow me?"

"You kids, we have discussed with our parents and come back. Come alone and make the family worry more. Come in, come in, it's cold outside." The old man believed Cheng Yu's words. It seemed that he had seen too much, not surprising at all.

After entering the door, Cheng Yu saw the old man's face clearly.

The old man looked rosy, his head was covered with silver hair, and a white beard on his chin. Although his hair and beard were white, it was neat and neat, and his whole body was tidy.

Before Cheng Yu asked, the old man took the initiative to introduce himself, "Child, my surname is Ruan, Ruan Xingquan, and the three brothers of the Liangshan hero Ruan, just call me Grandpa Ruan, what's your name?"

"My name is Cheng Yu, grandpa, can I learn martial arts here?"

"I can't make the decision. This is the principal's agreement. I'm just the doorkeeper. No matter this, Cheng Yu, since he is here, I'll have a sleep tonight. Tomorrow morning, there will be a half-semester report performance for a freshman in the school. Then you can meet the principal."

From Grandpa Ruan, he also learned that the principal of this school was surnamed Song, a descendant of Song Jiang, a hero from Liangshan. This is a closed martial arts school that has been in operation for three years.
Chapter completed!