Her mind was spinning quickly, and she immediately found a topic to talk about and said, "They say you have good kung fu. Did you learn it from your bad boy?"
I thought he would get a cool "yes" or "no" in reply. Who knew that his whole body was lit up, he put down his chopsticks and replied seriously: "To answer Madam, the second young master practices Mingjiao Kung Fu.
Mainly internal strength. I grew up in the Shaolin Temple and learned Shaolin Kung Fu."
"Yo? What you said is quite good! So what kind of kung fu does my husband practice?" She immediately became interested when she heard the living fossil say a few words that she had heard in TV dramas.
He thought for a while, seeming to be imagining Zhao Changyuan's fighting scene, and finally said seriously: "It's really hard to define General Zhao's Kung Fu... He should have studied under many martial arts families. His boxing and kicking skills came from Shaolin, and his sword skills
There are shadows of Wudang, Mingjiao mental methods with soft and hard internal functions. However, the general can really be regarded as a master of today's martial arts. He can mix so many types of kung fu and use them freely, without reducing the power of all parties."
Hearing what he said, whether it was true or not, Gong Yueyue was elated and her little face turned pink. "Wow, my pretty boy is so awesome!"
Yin Liang nodded, still looking serious: "In terms of overall quality, there is really no one who can defeat General Zhao. His tactics and skills are excellent, and his physical strength is at its peak."
Gong Yueyue was so happy that her branches were trembling with joy: "Really? Is it possible that your second young master can't fuck him?"
"The second young master is indeed not as good as the general in terms of actual combat experience." He answered seriously regardless of whether the other party was joking or not.
Gong Yueyue couldn't help laughing and teasing him: "I never thought you would talk endlessly sometimes."
He didn't care and said cheerfully: "Yin Liang has been obsessed with martial arts since he was a child, and my wife laughed at him."
She had an idea, smiled and asked him mysteriously with her eyes narrowed: "Really? Then you should know all kinds of kung fu?"
"I dare not say that I am proficient, but I know a little bit about all kinds of kung fu." This was not modest, but his tone and expression were not at all proud.
Gong Yueyue smiled and nodded, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever heard of Aikido?"
He was at a loss: "..."
“What about Muay Thai?”
He was still confused: "..."
"You should have heard of Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, and the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon, right?" Her tone was as if any three-year-old child knew it.
"..." Jie Ao's face was already stunned at this time. "Yin Liang has never heard of what Madam said..."
She suppressed her laughter and said: "Young man, there is no end to learning, just eat and eat."
The martial arts fanatic lost his appetite and fell into deep thought while holding the bowl and chopsticks. Finally, he couldn't help but ask his doubts: "Do those kung fu that Madam just mentioned really exist?"
"I lied to you like a puppy." The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms also exist, but they only exist in novels.
He sighed in frustration: "There are kung fu in this world that I have never heard of... How could Madam know about it?"
"Oh, your second young mistress's maid told me this." I said it for a long time, just waiting for the opportunity to say this.
"Myolie?" He suddenly remembered that the girl came out unexpectedly one day and sang a song to him that sounded like a howling ghost, and his heart trembled slightly.
"right."
"It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance. When we are in the house, we should consult her more."
Gong Yueyue was very satisfied with his reaction. "Don't worry, she will go to Cangzhou with the evil master. It won't be too late to learn from each other then."
"That's right." As long as she stops singing!
Hundreds of kilometers away tonight, the Cangzhou magistrate is hosting a family banquet in honor of Zhao Changyuan, the left-wing general from the capital.
The invitation letter was delivered to Marshal Zhao three days ago. He was quite surprised. Because he and Magistrate Liu had no personal contacts. It was a bit strange that the other party invited him alone now.
But in any case, Magistrate Liu was also his senior. Now that he was warmly invited, it would be too unreasonable for him to refuse without any reason. So he agreed to keep the appointment in three days.
At the appointed time, he appeared at the door of the Liu Mansion in a flashy dark green and light attire. He looked like a handsome young man, which made everyone in the Liu family secretly admire him. This young man, wearing armor, is like Lu Bu among men, and taking off
Wearing armor will make you look better than Pan An.
Magistrate Liu was very enthusiastic, and the fine food and wine were not a problem. Although Zhao Changyuan was a military officer, he was also a wealthy man. He was modest and prudent all night, and he was thorough in etiquette. He did not have the arrogance of a high-ranking official.
After half the drinking tour, the Liu family were chatting away, talking about things that were neither salty nor bland.
The calmer the situation became, the more Zhao Changyuan felt uneasy. He did not dare to drink too much for fear that he would get into trouble if he drank too much. He also had an unprecedented lack of appetite. He was not a sociable person, and this kind of unprovoked enthusiasm made him feel a little restless.
It's hard to settle down.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing in my ears. It was sweet and intoxicating, just like the artistic conception of big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate. I looked up curiously and found that I don't know when, there was a man sitting at the table holding a pipa.
Half-covered woman.
The woman was slender, sweet-looking, and had a dignified temperament. She looked like a lady at first glance. But Zhao Changyuan had no intention of admiring the flowers. He only glanced at it, then lowered his head and stared blankly at the table full of dishes.
"I wonder what General Zhao thinks of my little girl's playing?" Magistrate Liu asked him somewhat uneasily after the song ended.
Zhao Changyuan is a complete music idiot. His sixth aunt once wanted to teach him how to sing, but she decided to give up after just a few words. There was almost no note on the tune. What's more, he had no interest in music in the first place, and was only occasionally attracted by Gong Yueyue.
A few lines of informal and sultry love songs made his heart burst into excitement. He really had no ability to appreciate high-end and high-end things like musical instruments. He could only say lightly: "Not bad."
Seeing his lack of interest, Magistrate Liu felt a little disappointed, but he still called the girl over. "Xiaoyu, why don't you come over to see the general?"
The woman put down her pipa and walked over with her face red and lowered her head. Her steps were as light as water, her clothes were fluttering, and she looked very beautiful. The closer she got to the handsome man, the rabbit in her heart jumped more and more. Chao Si thought.
The person she had been dreaming about was so close now, but she only dared to lower her head, not even having the courage to take a look. That day, when she looked down from a distance on the tower, out of a hundred thousand soldiers, she only saw him. He was the only one he saw.
Standing in front of the army in bright red armor, astride a horse and holding a sword, with skin as white as snow and bright eyes as water. Knocking on the city door also knocked on her heart that had never throbbed before.
There are often handsome men, but most of them are weak in writing. This is the first time in her life that she has seen such a handsome man with outstanding heroic appearance and the power to swallow up mountains and rivers. She has never dared to imagine before that this fierce man who brought long-lost peace to Cangzhou actually has
A face that is more delicate and perfect than that of a woman.
When she got closer, she found that he was much taller than she expected. Even though he was wearing a light robe, he had a strong and violent aura around him. The scent of sandalwood emanated from his hair, skin, and clothes, which made her
I couldn't help but feel even more flustered and nervous.
"Xiaoyu has come to pay tribute to General Zhao." Her voice was like a mosquito, but she still didn't dare to raise her head to face him. If it weren't for the silence around her, the other party would not be able to hear what she was saying.
Zhao Changyuan looked calm and returned the courtesy lightly: "No need to be polite." Although he didn't understand what medicine Liu Zhifu was selling in his gourd, he still had doubts in his heart. The firewall in his mind immediately stood up high, and his body couldn't help but move toward
He leaned back and put as much distance between himself and the woman as possible.
Then there was a moment of silence, making the atmosphere a little awkward. Liu Xiaoyu didn't know what to do, and Magistrate Liu reminded her: "Don't you have something to show the general?"
Then she came to her senses, took out a one-foot-long scroll from her sleeves, and spread it out in front of Zhao Changyuan: "Xiaoyu has been free recently and painted a landscape painting. I have heard that the general is good at dancing with ink, so I ask the general to do it for him.
Appreciation can also be used to teach the little girl a thing or two."
He did not look at the picture scroll, but responded decisively: "Actually, I don't know much about painting, so I might mislead others. It's better for the girl to hire someone more skilled."
The girl was stunned by his cold reaction. When Magistrate Liu saw this, he was also extremely embarrassed, but thinking of his daughter's future, he could only help him shamelessly: "Hey, why is the general so humble? Who doesn't know your talent?
Martial arts? Are you proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs?"
He was just quieter than other children since he was a child, unlike the bad boys who liked to run wild and play around. This gave the elders a strange illusion that he, Zhao Changyuan, was a top student. In fact, that was not the case at all. He had studied the compulsory courses of that era.
Apart from the cultural subjects, such as the Four Books and Five Classics, he never spent much time reading casual books. As for writing and writing, it was even more impossible for him. By the standards of the first century, his cultural level was just that of a person.
There is a big difference between ordinary undergraduate bachelor's degree graduates and graduate students like the four great talents in Jiangnan who can recite poetry and paint in minutes.
You can't blame him, he has indeed tried his best. There are only twelve hours in a day, and in more than ten years, he has to practice the south fist and north leg, be proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons, and learn all the skills from ancient times to the present.
In the art of war, you need to be proficient in arranging troops and formations. When you are a teenager, you have to lead the army to suppress the bandits... Human energy is always limited. If you have to capture Tang Bohu and lead the troops to fight, isn't it a dead end?
"I see..." Magistrate Liu was in a dilemma by what he said. He couldn't tell whether he was pretending to be the second letter or if he really didn't understand.
"The general is so frank, he is truly a humble gentleman." He was better than thousands of arrogant men in the world. Liu Xiaoyu was not disappointed, but admired his honesty and humility even more in his heart. He couldn't help but raise his head slightly, his eyes quietly brushing his face, but he was greeted by
Look at him with piercing eyes.
"Young lady, you are so complimentary. Zhao is just telling the truth." His eyes were clean and calm, but there was no warmth at all. His whole face was still so delicate and perfect, but it was alienated and indifferent, which broke people's hearts.
She withdrew her gaze like a wounded rabbit, and her panicked look made Magistrate Liu who was standing by him unable to bear it any longer. He said softly to her: "Go down first and let dad talk to the general."
"Yes." She lowered her head and quietly retreated.
There was only a moment of silence before Magistrate Liu made up his mind, closed his eyes and knelt down to Zhao Changyuan with a "pop" sound. The young boy was so shocked that he immediately stood up and helped him up. "Master Liu, what are you doing? Get up quickly!" (Unfinished)