Looking at the sparrow that melted into blood, Zhang Xiaoqiang's cockroach eyes showed deep disbelief, and he asked in surprise: "What kind of martial arts is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"
"This is the Bone Transforming Palm, a fusion of the Bone Transforming Palm and the Sky Splitting Palm. Its attack range can be both far and near. As for you who haven't seen it before, haha, of course you haven't seen it before. This is my self-created martial art." Wu Ming
After saying that, he raised his feet and left the room.
Looking at his back, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were splitting. He didn't believe that he couldn't catch up, so he said loudly: "Don't be proud, I can also create my own martial arts, and I will challenge you!"
"Idiot!" Wu Ming kept walking. This Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a dog-skin plaster. He was so energetic every day that he wanted to stick to him.
Wu Ming himself couldn't figure out why Zhang Xiaoqiang was so fussy all day long, holding back his energy and insisting on competing with him.
Could it be said that this is a war between Diaosi and Gao Fushuai, fateful enemies that cannot be compromised.
After thinking about it, Wu Ming didn't understand it and felt that he needed to stay away from this guy in the future, otherwise he would be annoying to death.
"Wu Ming, come here quickly, there is news from the Luo family."
As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw Deacon Wu and Dong Dahai walking over with smiles on their faces.
Upon hearing what the two said, Wu Ming's face lit up with joy. After waiting for a month, the results finally came.
"Deacon Wu, Deacon Dong." Wu Ming bowed his hands respectfully and waited for the next words.
Without letting anyone wait for a long time, Deacon Wu smiled like an old naughty boy and said happily: "Your affairs have been ordered from above. Miss Fifth still lacks a playmate. This is your chance to flourish."
"Playmate?" Wu Ming's face looked a little ugly. This fifth lady still needs a playmate. It can't be a little guy who has just been weaned.
Moreover, he joined the Luo family in order to obtain a better cultivation environment, not to play with others.
"The fifth lady has a noble status. Her grandfather is Luo Ping, the son of Venerable Luo Feng. He is the fourth generation direct bloodline of the Luo family and ranks fifth among the four generations of disciples. What's even better is that the fifth lady is seven years old this year and is the same as yours.
We are the same age, which is a good thing that you can't find even with a lantern!" Deacon Wu laughed heartily, obviously very happy for Wu Ming.
After all, after learning martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family, the Luo family's status in the galaxy is that of the royal family. If Wu Ming hadn't been born on Earth, such a good thing would not have been possible for him.
You must know that there are thousands of races outside the earth, and some races with extraordinary talents are satellite-level when they are born and star-level when they grow up.
Compared with these powerful races, humans have obvious disadvantages. Wu Ming is a genius, but in the eyes of others, he is still a small warrior.
If Wu Ming was not from Earth, but from a planet in the Milky Way, even if his talent were twice as strong, he would not be considered at all.
"The fourth generation of the Luo family is a direct descendant of the Luo family, and he is as old as me. This is the Luo family's senior leadership paving the way for the next generation! At my age, joining the fifth young lady is equivalent to accompanying the prince to study. It seems,
It's just a study, but in fact, it's one of the people the fifth lady can use when she grows up." Wu Ming just thought about it briefly and felt that this deal could be done, and he would be 100% sure to make a profit without losing any money.
If the fifth young lady continues to strive for success, it is not impossible to become a leader among the fourth generation of disciples, or even to be personally cultivated by Luo Feng.
Wu Ming's previous idea of joining the Luo family was to start as a child with a foreign surname, gradually become famous, and then attract investment.
Now, being directly assigned to the Fifth Miss camp saves a lot of time in disguise and enables early access to the top management of the Luo family.
"Deacon, is Zhang Xiaoqiang also coming to Miss Fifth?" Knowing where he was going, Wu Ming thought of Zhang Xiaoqiang again, because he really didn't want to play with this guy anymore.
Deacon Wu didn't know the story, and thought Wu Ming was caring about his little friend, so he said approvingly: "Zhang Xiaoqiang will go too, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's problem is a bit special."
When it came to the rest of the story, Deacon Wu remained silent, as if he had something to hide.
Wu Ming looked at him in surprise, and before he could ask, Dong Dahai smiled bitterly and said: "The elders of my family are willing to arrange for both of you to be with the Fifth Young Lady, but this arrangement requires the Fifth Young Lady's consent.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's appearance is a bit unpleasant, and Miss Fifth rejected it, so he had to make other arrangements."
Hearing such words, Wu Ming suddenly thought of a sentence in Zhou Xingxing's movie God of Cookery.
As a chef, if your appearance affects your appetite, it will be useless no matter how good the food is.
Zhang Xiaoqiang has never learned to cook, but his appearance still makes people lose their appetite.
This fifth lady is only seven years old this year. She is only a half-grown child. Obviously, she cannot see the inner nature of others. It is useless no matter how talented Zhang Xiaoqiang is.
"Just like seven snow white princesses and one dwarf, this is a sad story!" After hearing the answer to the question, Wu Ming knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang should be sad again.
This guy's heart is as high as the sky, and his life is as thin as paper. He may be a good boy, but his life is miserable.
When Wu Ming turned around, he happened to see Zhang Xiaoqiang, lying at the door with a look of despair.
It turned out that Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to walk out when he heard the voices outside.
But before he could speak, the cruel truth hit him hard on the head like a thunderbolt.
Cross-eyed, shoehorned face, wine-groove nose
In the orphanage, the songs of the friends clapping their hands came to Zhang Xiaoqiang's ears again.
All along, he thought that as long as he did well enough, he could get rid of his painful childhood, but the facts proved that he was very wrong.
"My child, just cry if you want. It will be fine in a few years." Dong Dahai opened his mouth to comfort him, with a look of sadness on his face.
Zhang Xiaoqiang tried not to let himself cry, and asked expectantly: "Deacon, in a few years, will they accept me?"
"No, you'll get used to it in a few years."
"Wow"
Hearing this answer, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt so sad that he couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.
At this moment, the world is so dark, as if there is no hope.
For some reason, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly thought of Liu Shengnu, the only person who had never laughed at him since he was a child.
Of course, at this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang had long forgotten that Wu Ming had not actually laughed at him, at most he had ignored him.
Well, ignoring is scarier than ridiculing. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, Wu Ming has long been evil and worse than those who laughed at him.
"My name is Wu Ming. I am seven years old. I am a warrior. I am proficient in hundreds of God of War martial arts. I am the playmate of Miss Fifth."
"My name is Zhang Xiaoqiang, I am seven years old, warrior level, proficient in hundreds of war-god level martial arts, and my identity is, I am a helper in Miss Fifth's kitchen."
The ancestral planet Earth, located in the direction of the old Kyoto, is the jurisdiction of the Luo family with a radius of thousands of miles.
This is not so much the Luo family as the city of the Luo family. It is eight hundred miles from south to north, and is still being expanded day and night.
Wu Ming and Zhang Xiaoqiang were walking in the inner courtyard of the Luo family, which looked like a royal palace. Under the leadership of a skinny old man, they headed towards Tingyu Pavilion where the fifth lady was.
The old man leading the way was named Gu. Wu Ming didn't know his name, and the old man didn't tell him. He just asked him and Zhang Xiaoqiang to call him Lao Gu.
An old man with gray hair who looked older than the director of the orphanage actually asked two children to call him Lao Gu. This statement was strange enough.
At first, Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to call the old man Grandpa Gu and have a friendly relationship with the old man. Unexpectedly, instead of being satisfied, Lao Gu looked a little unhappy.
"Lao Gu, how many people are around Miss Fifth?" Wu Ming asked Lao Gu on the way to Tingyuxuan.
Lao Gu looked to be over seventy years old, but he was in good spirits. He replied with a smile: "Not many. Counting you two, the master only has twelve servants."
A master who opens his mouth and a servant who keeps his mouth shut, this is the difference between Lao Gu and Wu Ming and others.
In Lao Gu's heart, he is a domestic slave, and he recognizes this identity.
But Wu Ming and Zhang Xiaoqiang don't think so. They are not interested in the master-servant role and pursue independence more.
"Twelve people are not too many, they came just right." The fewer people there are, the earlier they come, and the dragon minister will fight for it.
Like Mr. Wu Ming, he touched his chin, thinking about how to stand out and get into the sight of the top brass of the Luo family.
Next to him, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought more simply. He was just a helper in the kitchen and could barely be considered a member of the prince's family.
For him, the idea of being a powerful minister in the future is still too far away.
Moreover, due to the unequal treatment, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have a good impression of Miss Fifth, and felt that being assigned to the kitchen was an insult to him.
"We're here." The two of them each had their own thoughts, but the distance to Tingyu Pavilion remained unchanged, and the terminal was still here.
Standing outside the quaint garden, looking at the plaque with the words "Tingyu Pavilion" written on it, Wu Ming took a deep breath. This would be the place where his dream of martial arts would begin.
The lake in the garden, the flowers in the courtyard, and the attics in the mist.
As soon as you enter Tingyu Pavilion, you will feel like two worlds separated by an arch.
Outside the door, the sun rises in the east, the weather is clear, and the sky is cloudless.
In Tingyu Pavilion, the north wind was blowing and the drizzle was continuous. Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned to see two changes in one step.
"What's going on? It's not raining outside?" Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the rain off his face and looked around with cross-eyed eyes.
Lao Gu held up an umbrella, stepped on the cobblestone path, and said without looking back: "Miss Fifth, you are practicing the Drizzle Picture and walking the path of rain. Otherwise, how could there be people here?"
The name Yuge!"
The picture of drizzle, the way of rain, sounds like something unusual at first sight.
Wu Ming licked the raindrops from the corner of his mouth, thinking about the fifth young lady who was about to meet, and secretly thought: "The fourth generation of the core of the Luo family, the skills they practice must not be simple. It would be great if I could look at the drizzle diagram. I was doing martial arts before.
Tang, what you are exposed to is the God of War level technique, how can this place be better?" (.)