Wanyan Kang hugged his knees and looked up at the sky full of stars.
Liang Zirong stood quietly sideways, accompanying each other.
The moon in the west is not rounder than in the east, but the starry sky this year is definitely brighter than in his previous life because there is no air pollution and light pollution.
After traveling here, of course he can choose to lie down.
Be a wealthy and idle fish, eating, drinking, having fun, and living a happy life.
If you don't harm society, you have already made a contribution to the Kingdom of Jin.
But, are you just waiting to die by eating...
It wasn’t possible in my previous life, and it’s even less possible in this life!
Perhaps only by doing something seriously can we develop a sense of belonging to this world, just like when we completed the disaster relief plan with the young monk Juekong in the house just now, for a moment, he almost forgot his identity as a time traveler.
Wan Yankang calmed down and felt that it was impolite to talk to Liang Zireng while sitting down, so he stood up and said: "The old master has unique skills and should be a great master in the world, right?"
He took the initiative to open this topic. Although he had nothing to say, he also had some temptations.
Liang Zireng held Yinxu in his hands and straightened his back: "I don't dare to be a first-generation master. I can barely compete with the so-called gang leaders in the world."
"Old Grandmaster is indeed amazing!" Wanyan Kang raised his thumbs up.
Liang Zireng had become somewhat accustomed to Wan Yankang's weird little moves in the past two days, and added: "However, compared with the real top masters in the world, the gap is not small. My little prince, I still have this kind of self-knowledge.
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Based on this, Liang Ziweng’s kung fu can be regarded as the best in the second level?
Let me go, Liang Ziwen is almost approaching Superman. Those masters who stand at the top of the martial arts pyramid have become omnipotent gods who can fly in the sky and escape from the earth.
Wanyan Kang tried his best to conceal his shock and said: "Even so, the old grandmaster is a rare existence in the world. He is a master who can be counted among the best. Sooner or later, he will establish a sect and lead a group of people..."
Liang Zireng laughed dryly, the young prince was polite casually, how could he not know.
He certainly had the intention of starting a sect.
Otherwise, he would not have entered the pass, and went to the Kingdom of Jin and surrendered to Prince Zhao's Mansion.
Although the power of the Jin Kingdom is declining, it is no longer as strong as when the Jin people and cavalry were invincible and swept the world, but the foundation of national power is still there. In comparison, the Zhou Kingdom in the south is weak and peaceful, and the Mongols in the desert are unbearable and barbaric. They are not the best.
s Choice.
He originally played music in Prince Zhao's Mansion for a few years and accumulated some wealth and connections. Then he found a place with beautiful mountains and rivers in the Central Plains and erected a mountaintop to call himself the Taoist Ancestor.
But now his mind has changed.
The inheritance of the throne of the Jin Kingdom does not follow the rules of etiquette and law like the Zhou Kingdom. It does not necessarily follow the death of the father and the son, but may also be the succession of the younger brother. King Zhao is one of the most advantageous contenders for the next gold master, and this young prince is gradually emerging.
Zhengrong, maybe he is the next generation leader of ZTE. It seems that he will have a better future if he is with him.
Wan Yankan turned his eyes and asked expectantly: "Old Grandmaster, what do you think of my aptitude for learning martial arts?"
Liang Zireng cleared his throat: "The young prince is extremely talented, needless to say."
"Then...Old Grandmaster, how about you teach me some Qinggong, Internal Kung Fu, kicking and boxing techniques? You see, I have no strength in my hands, and I don't have any kung fu on my body. I am always dragging you down..."
"If the old master thinks this is too hasty, you can formally become a master! My father will definitely help me prepare a generous training package!"
Do you want to worship yourself as your teacher? You don’t have the power to tie a chicken?
Liang Zireng was stunned when he heard this. After glancing at Yan Kang, he frowned secretly.
These skills of mine are not some secret secrets, they come from my own creation in the mountains. It doesn't matter if I teach them to Wanyan Kang, as his servants have not all taught them.
But he had clearly seen Wanyan Kang practicing martial arts in the past.
It is said that he learned kung fu from some guards in the mansion. It is said that a few years ago, a very famous Taoist priest came to teach him the skills. He also saw Wan Yankang sparring with guests in the mansion. Although his kung fu is not said to be very profound,
But it's more than enough to deal with three or five small figures in the world.
However, Wanyan Kang actually said that he didn't have the slightest effort... Could it be that he was ill and had even forgotten his martial arts?
impossible!
Martial arts requires thousands of years of hard work, and it takes more than a day to master it. Even if you forget some moves, the foundation of your internal strength is still there.
Liang Zireng couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It seemed that the young man had been deceived by his flattery these past few days. He really thought that he was similar to those brainless Jianghu people in the palace, and he also played a little trick on himself, first testing and then wooing him.
Didn't he do this all the time in the past?
Want to test the old man's will, and then offer him some benefits to make him his confidant?
I might as well check you out.
Liang Zirong chuckled lightly and looked around to talk to him: "Little prince, I have joined the palace, and I am different from other people in the world. What they want is to make big packages of gold, drink from big bowls, and eat large pieces of meat. But I want to build a better future for the future."
Find a way out."
Damn it, I talk to you about learning martial arts, but you talk to me about your ideals?
Wanyan's heart twitched, but he still had a smile on his face and shrugged.
Do you want to be a life mentor? No matter how old you are, you are still a younger brother!
"When I came to Guannai and saw this beautiful world, I realized that my life in the past few decades has been in vain."
Liang Zireng sighed: "When you are alive, you should do great things vigorously, so that your life in this world will not be wasted!"
That's it? Wanyan Kang was slightly disappointed.
He also thought that Liang Ziwen could say something interesting, such as marrying three wives and four concubines, recruiting thousands of young men, opening a big escort agency, etc.
"I admire the old master's great ambition."
Liang Ziwengquan didn't notice Wanyan Kang's perfunctory words and lowered his voice: "I am old and don't want to do what I want anymore. But the young prince is like a dragon flying under the sky. He has a majestic head. Given time, he will definitely soar to the sky! Even if the old man stays here,
It’s okay to be a guard by the young prince’s side. In the future…”
Where are you flying to? Flying to the Jinluan Palace of the Kingdom of Jin? Wanyan Kang’s face darkened, stop, we can’t talk anymore today!
"Ahem, old master, I really want to fly, but I can't fly..."
Wan Yankang successfully brought the topic back: "It's not like the old master who can fly whenever he wants. You are so good at qinggong. I will ask you for advice another day!"
Wanyan Kang hurriedly entered the house and left.
This young prince is very good at pretending to be stupid...
Liang Ziwen looked at his back, looked up to the sky and let out a haha.
…
It was not until the sky turned white in the east and the sky became brighter that Wan Yankan implemented the relief plan and its subsidiary plans with work-for-work relief, and the writing of the emergency plan came to an end.
He took a deep breath and moved his limbs. He saw that the poor little monk was already half exhausted, his shoulders were stiff, and he could barely hold on without falling asleep. The hand holding the pen was obviously shaking.
If he didn't say stop, how could the young monk dare to stop?
Next to it, there is a thick stack of manuscripts.
Only then did Wanyan Kang realize that he had been doing it all night!
He suddenly felt embarrassed and said: "Thank you for your hard work, little master. I'm so sorry! Another day..."
"I'll treat you to a drink another day" I almost said it again.
Fortunately, the old driver braked in time and justified himself by saying, "How about asking the young master to stay at the palace for a few days someday, and also help my mother copy some scriptures?"
"Little monk, it's not hard...it's hard!...Okay!"
Juekong forced a smile and stood up. He wanted to greet Wanyan Kang, but he stumbled, his vision turned black and he almost fell over. Wanyan Kang quickly supported him.
Wanyan Kang thanked him repeatedly, and then sent away the little monk who had turned into a panda. He lay on the couch and carefully looked through the plan he had taken out, slowly looking for the omissions in it. Before he finished reading, he suddenly