"Master, let me in. Cultivation is up to you. You have memorized the exercises, but it depends on you how far you can practice -"
Liu Zhiwen, Liu Zhiming, Liu Zhiyuan and Zhu Zhong stood in a row, listening to Zhu Biao's sermons with great obedience and respect.
The first three were purely taught a lesson. Ever since they were shocked by Zhu Biao's murderous aura at the banquet that day, and later during the 'coaching' process, they were repaired by Zhu Biao. They had lost their temper after practicing.
.And another point is that what they are practicing now is the "Strong Bull Demonic Kung Fu", which is a first-class and excellent kung fu. It is many levels higher than the superficial stuff inherited by their Liu family.
In the past, the three brothers were influenced by their mothers and looked down upon Zhu Biao's family, but they were not idiots themselves, and they could tell the difference between good and bad. Zhu Biao was able to teach them this first-class internal skill, which was definitely a kindness that was hard to find.
Martial arts, such as the Liu family, will not be passed down to all the direct descendants, not to mention that they and Zhu Biao are only cousins, not to mention it is a first-class martial art!
The three of them were extremely grateful to have learned the "Strong Bull Demon Kung Fu".
This is true even if the Liu family's family tradition is more literary than martial.
"Brother, do you really want to go back alone?" Zhu Caier saluted Zhu Biao. She and Dou Bing are currently practicing "Yi Qi Jue". After completing it, they will have a foundation to practice "Hunyuan Gong"
Not too late.
Internal martial arts cannot be practiced by just one person. Not to mention the qualifications and Zhu Cai'er being a girl, Dou Bing is thin, has thin bones, and the "Dali Jue" is heavy with gravity.
, the essence of "Dali Niu Demon Kung" is contrary to the essence. Therefore, Zhu Biao taught him "Yi Qi Jue" and later practiced "Hunyuan Kung".
Zhu Zhong, however, has laid the foundation for practicing "Dali Jue" since he was a child. He is one year younger than Zhu Zhong, but his physique and strength are not bad at all. Instead of modifying "Hunyuan Gong", it is better to continue practicing "Dali Jue" which has been passed down from generation to generation.
"Niu Mo Gong".
Zhu Biao also taught him "Thunderbolt Hands" and "Eight Steps to Catch Cicadas" in private, and "Moyun Golden Wings Skill" was passed on to Zhu Cai'er. The "One-Word Sword Jue" that matched "Yi Qi Jue" was naturally
It has also been passed down, and there is also the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword" that can be used as a trump card.
His sister's concern is like a warm current flowing in Zhu Biao's heart. Over the years, he has become accustomed to being cold, indifferent, and alone.
His right hand couldn't help but pat Zhu Cai'er's head again, "It's okay!"
"Oh, don't touch my head, I'm an adult now..." Zhu Cai'er pouted and patted the big hand on her head, rolling her eyes and looking at her brother.
"Haha, girl, you are going to get married when you get older..." This caused Zhu Cai'er to make a fuss again.
He now enjoys the feeling of doting on his sister, and Zhu Cai'er also likes to dote on him, acting like a spoiled child. Generally speaking, Zhu Biao will not refuse.
Maybe it’s because of his height, or maybe Zhu Biao subconsciously regards the fourteen-year-old Zhu Caier as a child much younger than him, so he always likes to touch her head. This is a way for him to express closeness and affection.
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However, girls in this time and space don’t simply put their hair down and be done with it. They all have to comb their hair and tie it into a bun. Zhu Caier’s hair today is a fairy bun. The high servant quilt is tied up on both sides.
Zhu Biao's big hand pressed like this, and Feixian even flowed on the floor.
"Biao'er, be careful..." In front of the Liu Mansion, Ms. Zhu Liu looked at the lonely figure of her child and couldn't help but feel worried. How can she ensure her safety when she returns to Qing County alone like this?
Being expelled from the Jiuqu Sword Sect and not being surrounded by such a big name is the only drawback.
"Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine. Chen, Wang, and Ji are just useless people. They can't hurt me even a hair."
Zhu Zhong wanted to follow, but he wouldn't let him; Dou Bing wanted to follow, but he wouldn't let him.
Because Zhu Biao knew in his heart that without the tiger skin of the Jiuqu Sword Sect as a coat, he would have to use extraordinary means if he wanted to deter the three big families in Qing County and more greedy talkers.
And as long as extraordinary measures are used, his own safety is also not guaranteed. It makes no sense that you are only allowed to kill others, but others are not allowed to kill you.
Zhu Biao had previously closely linked his family's hope for rejuvenation to the Nine Curved Sword Sect and the selection of inner disciples. To be honest, it was not without reason.
If Zhu Biao did not have the system, even if he traveled through time, if he wanted to immediately start the road to revival of the Zhu family, he would still have to hug the Nine Curved Sword Sect tightly.
Is it just now... There is a system, and the Nine Curved Sword Sect will not attack it.
"Drive, drive..." The horse rushed towards the north gate. Zhu Biao paused for a month and his experience was about to skyrocket.
Qingxian County Government.
After working hard throughout the summer and autumn, Zhao Chengqi finally breathed a sigh of relief as early winter approached.
Winter is coming soon, the days of raging wind and snow are coming, and the war will stop. As long as there is no war, Qing County's work will be reduced a lot, and he can be a cat.
It’s time to take a winter break.
Since he took up the position of magistrate of Shangqing County four years ago, he has been reprimanded by the officials above and scolded by the generals of Da Qingchuan below.
Last year, Zhao Chengqi couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave up his job and wanted to resign and return home. What he got instead was a scolding from the capital.
I don't know whether I should say it's an honor or a sadness that a small county magistrate like him can be remembered and scolded by the king.
"My lord, my lord..."
Zhao Chengqi, who was leisurely reading a book, suddenly trembled all over when he heard the anxious shouts of the doorman. Could something have happened again?
"Cao Laocai, won't you shut up that broken voice of yours?" Zhao Chengqi hurried out of the study room and saw the doorman Cao Huailiang running towards him from the second door with a greeting card dancing in his hand.
My heart immediately calmed down.
As long as it wasn't the urgent official documents from above or the overbearing generals in Da Qingchuan causing trouble, he would be extremely calm.
"My lord, my lord, it's the Zhu family, it's the Zhu family -" Cao Huailiang didn't take the county magistrate's scolding seriously. They had been together for four years. Cao Huailiang knew very well what kind of person and temper Zhao Chengqi was.
"I wish the family members are back——"
His voice was full of unspeakable anxiety and worry, and he wished his family to return to Qing County. This is a huge event.
"Qing County Zhu Biao pays his respects."
Zhao Chengqi's relaxed expression turned serious. Just six words brought him even more trouble than the urgent official document above. "The legitimate son of the Zhu family?"
After reading the invitation, Zhao Chengqi looked at Cao Hualiang. He had been an official in Qing County for four years, and the first confidant he approached was the person in front of him.
Cao Huailiang is an old man in the county government office. He looks naughty, but in fact he is really naughty. However, he is well versed in all the up and down relationships inside and outside Qing County.
In handling county affairs, Cao Huailiang was known as a doorman, but in fact he was Zhao Chengqi's think tank and master. However, the officialdom of the Northern Han Dynasty did not refer to it like this.
