Chapter 569 Liu Shengnv 'Happy Dragon Boat Festival'
On the day when Children's Day ended, Wu Ming rejected many people who wanted to adopt him and stayed in the orphanage unswervingly.
The old director of the orphanage was puzzled by his thoughts and had a good talk with him.
After learning that Wu Ming's purpose was to enter the Luo family and become an upright warrior, the old dean said nothing, but smiled bitterly.
Time flies, three years and three days.
Wu Ming has also grown from a four-year-old child to a seven-year-old child. According to the Earth Federation's algorithm, he can already go to first grade.
In the past three years, Wu Ming has not been exposed to any martial arts or any exercises.
He just lurks in the orphanage, trying to make his soul and body fit together, and like other children, he learns Chinese characters every day and enriches himself with knowledge.
Three years of waiting, three years of wandering, time is like a white horse passing by.
Under the education method of the new era, Wu Ming, three years later, has taught himself the earth's writing and the universal language of the universe, and has become a little genius known far and wide.
Such learning ability is undoubtedly very terrifying. The most obvious change is that after becoming famous, more people want to adopt him.
Scientists, senior government officials, professional soldiers, university professors, and veteran Chinese medicine practitioners.
More and more people wanted to adopt him, but Wu Ming refused as always, until this day came.
"Are you Wu Ming?" The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit with a serious face and a jade ring on his hand.
The moment he saw this man, Wu Ming knew that he was a warrior and had reached a certain level.
Because since he appeared, the cool summer breeze has stopped, and the birds on the branches have fled one after another, as if they have encountered something terrible.
"Yes, sir." Wu Ming pretended to be respectful and ignorant, lowering his head and not looking at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was obviously used to other people's low posture. He rubbed the ring on his hand with his index finger and said expressionlessly: "I'm from the Luo Family Martial Arts Hall. I've heard about you. Are you willing to come with me?"
"Yes." A gentleman hides his weapons and waits for the opportunity. Wu Ming answered firmly.
The middle-aged man nodded slightly, without looking at the kindergarten teachers beside him, and walked out: "Follow me."
Teacher Zhang and the old dean looked at him with encouragement and motioned for Wu Ming to follow.
Wu Ming lowered his head and followed steadily, walking outside step by step.
Three years later, from the age of four to seven, he finally took the first step he wanted, a step that would herald a bright future.
"Sir, please take me away too." The moment the middle-aged man was about to walk out of the orphanage, a thin figure suddenly rushed out among the orphans who came to see him off silently.
With a shoehorn face, a drunken nose, and cross-eyed eyes, who else could he be if he wasn't Zhang Xiaoqiang?
Zhang Xiaoqiang ran out quickly and knelt down in front of the middle-aged man, kowtowing without saying a word.
bang, bang, bang
Every time he hit it, his head hit the ground hard, making a dull sound like knocking a watermelon.
You must know that today's earth has entered the interstellar age, and actions such as kowtow are only performed when worshiping ancestors.
Seeing someone kowtow to him, the middle-aged man was also stunned. He was just a deacon searching for talents for the Luo family, and he did not enjoy this kind of treatment on weekdays.
"Who are you?" Meeting Zhang Xiaoqiang's firm gaze, the middleman couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Xiaoqiang knew what it was to miss an opportunity, so he knelt on the ground without getting up, and bowed again: "My name is Zhang Xiaoqiang, please take me with you, too. I want to become a warrior, and I also want to join the Luo family."
Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black.
Ever since he heard from Wu Ming that warriors can do what they want, the Luo family has become Zhang Xiaoqiang's longing place.
He doesn't know where his future lies or what he can do, but he wants to join the Luo family and become a warrior so that he won't be laughed at by others anymore.
"Joining the Luo family, by coincidence, I am the deacon who selects the next generation of disciples with foreign surnames for the Luo family. Since you want to join, what skills do you have?"
When the middle-aged man asked this question, Zhang Xiaoqiang was speechless.
Wu Ming is seven years old this year and has already learned the Earth's scripts and the lingua franca of the universe. This is something that it would take others twenty years to do without the help of technological equipment.
Compared with Wu Ming, although Zhang Xiaoqiang is not stupid, he is still far behind.
In the past three years, he has only learned the writing of the earth, and has not yet been exposed to the universal language. He can only be regarded as a little genius among his peers.
"I can read and write. There are 650,000 words in the federal dictionary. I know every one of them and can write them." Zhang Xiaoqiang said in a very frustrated way, because with Wu Minghuizhu in front of him, he didn't know whether he was a genius or not.
Hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's words, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly.
At the age of seven, when most people are still playing in the mud and can read and write the entire federal dictionary, such a person is definitely a genius.
You must know that the younger you are, the better when practicing martial arts. At the very least, if you want to learn martial arts, the prerequisite is that you must be literate.
In normal education, the Luo family trains its disciples by teaching some simple physical exercises and the basics of literature.
The age for real martial arts training is generally over the age of twelve. Before that, it was just a matter of laying the foundation.
Although there is alien technology now that can directly transmit knowledge into the human brain in the form of brain waves. But ordinary people should not think about this kind of cutting-edge technology. Even the powerful Luo family can only get this kind of cultivation.
Direct bloodline.
"I didn't expect that there are so many good seedlings in this small orphanage." The middle-aged man looked very happy when he found two potential talents in a row.
When practicing martial arts, you must first focus on understanding, then resources and basic qualifications. Without understanding, there is an unlimited supply of genius and earth treasures, and it is hard to say whether it can be used as a weapon.
Otherwise, a huge Luo family, with a cosmic sage like Luo Feng, would not be able to limit its power to the Milky Way.
This is not because the Luo family does not want to expand, but except for Luo Feng, the Luo family does not have a master who can control the situation. Even if others divide the meat, you will not be able to eat it without the corresponding strength.
There is no successor, and the whole family is supported by one person. This is the primary problem faced by the Luo family.
Because of this, the Luo family selects geniuses from the earth and even the Milky Way every year to make up for the family background by becoming disciples with foreign surnames. In a truly well-developed and sustainable cosmic family, non-Galaxy-level geniuses with foreign surnames will not be considered. The selection criteria
It is no less stringent than a contract of betrayal.
"Old Dean, you gave me a surprise today. Are there any good seeds? If there are any, I will take them away with you." After the middle-aged man was happy, he became more casual in his speech and no longer put on airs like before.
Hearing such words, the old director smiled bitterly. This was just an ordinary orphanage, not a reception center for geniuses.
There are two seedlings that are favored by the Luo family. They were both obtained by burning incense and praying to Buddha. How is it possible that they want a third one?
"Dean, I want to give it a try." Just when the atmosphere cooled down a bit, a cute loli stood up.