Shang Wenwu followed Shang Wenwu for food. As a businessman behind the scenes, Xu Zhi was quite envious of his diet. He had no shortage of major and minor supplements and various dietary treatments.
"Don't be envious. My brother has injured his body and is disabled. He needs to be replenished. You are young and your body is in the basic stage. You also need to be replenished."
Not only Xu Zhi was honored, Shang Qianqiu also sat down.
"Qianqiu, eat more. Don't be restrained in front of the two grandfathers. You should exercise more after eating, otherwise you will become fat as time goes by."
"Uh huh"
Shang Qianqiu nodded, what else can she say, you two are good brothers, she is just a junior, she will listen to whatever she says.
She rarely came to Shang Wenwu's private house. She basically came to pay homage to her elders during New Years and holidays. It was said that his hands were stained with too much blood in the early days, and the younger generation would easily become uncomfortable if they stayed together for a long time, so Shang Wenwu simply disappeared.
, alone in the small building, only occasionally listening to messages from the leader Shang Zhengan.
After a few years, his body adjusted to normal and became no different from ordinary people. However, at this time, he was also accustomed to living alone.
"Eating like this will last ten years for a year."
"Uh huh"
Shang Qianqiu agreed with Xu Zhi's opinion. Shang Wenwu's very mild dietary therapy was very powerful for them. Halfway through the meal, Xu Zhi couldn't help but run the Changchun True Yang Gong to assist digestion and absorption.
As for Shang Qianqiu, his face was red. He was stuffing food while practicing Qi training, and occasionally took a sip of wine. His eyes seemed a little blurred.
"I thought I could survive for decades, but I didn't expect that my Qi circulation framework collapsed so early. I had to spit out as much of these supplements as I took, and my whole body became a sieve."
Shang Wenwu's health was not optimistic, but his face remained as usual and his words were calm, as if he had already seen through it.
"Originally, I wanted to eliminate the evil spirit of blood and teach the fifth generation. Now it seems that I can only torment the fourth generation. Qianqiu, call Gao Feng over. I want to see if your generation is still successful.
"
There are many direct and collateral branches of the business, but the small ones are too small, and the older ones have already passed the basic level, so they are not very useful for guidance. For example, Shang Zheng'an, who has been instructed by Shang Wenwu countless times, is still an expert.
Advanced cultivators should not make any progress.
The younger ones have not yet entered junior high school and are still far away from cultivation. There are only two people in this generation who are at the right age, Shang Qianqiu and Shang Gaofeng.
"Brother Gaofeng"
After dinner, Shang Gaofeng came in response to the call. When he saw Xu Zhi, Shang Gaofeng's eyes were a little strange, his mouth opened, and then he answered bravely.
"Grandpa Zu, Grandpa Xiaozu."
In front of Shang Wenwu, Xu Zhi is definitely the person the Shang family least wants to see. Who knows how he hooked up with Shang Wenwu. The two of them are a younger brother and an older brother. What can the people below do? Everyone is very worried.
So desperate.
"Now that you are about to enter the second half of your senior year of high school, you have reached the sprint and explosion stage. Come on, put your talents to use and let me see what you have learned in these years."
As the top student of Maplewood High School, Shang Gaofeng faces the college entrance examination in the second half of the semester. Although he is 100% sure of entering the school, it is not easy for him to stay at the top of the school. The school is filled with the best students from each province, and even some
It will be extremely difficult for the disciples of the Grandmaster family to maintain first-class standards.
Each of the eight universities has its own merits. In terms of overall strength, Kyoto University ranks first. Every year, top students go to Kyoto University in droves. Shang Gaofeng's goal is the same. Only in Kyoto University can he see the most powerful students.
Only peers can constantly catch up and surpass themselves.
"yes"
Shang Gaofeng, who was holding the nine-ring sword, began to practice. The sword skills were slow at first, but later on, the sword light was sharp and fierce moves were made frequently. When the merchant's killing moves were integrated, the figure and the sword light became even more crazy.
After finishing the routine of swordsmanship, Shang Gaofeng retreated to one side and remained silent.
"Little brother, how is my great-grandson's sword skills?"
Seeing Shang Gaofeng dancing with the sword, Shang Wenwu's heart finally dropped. When he was young, he was only at this level. This sword skill is not shameful. If he perseveres and advances bravely, the merchant may not be able to produce another swordsman in the future. Master of art.
"Brother Gao Feng's sword dance is so good, it moves like clouds and flowing water, and his sword skills are like the surging river. One move after another, the attack is continuous and continuous. I seem to see a new star of swordsmanship rising."
"Cough cough cough"
Xu Zhi's praise was a bit excessive, and Shang Gaofeng couldn't bear it.
"You're just chopping blindly, how can you be considered good at swordsmanship?"
Although Shang Wenwu spoke with dissatisfaction, his face was filled with joy.
"Qianqiu, it's your turn."
"Ouch~"
A burst of sword light emerged, and Shang Qianqiu's sword skills were unleashed. Compared with Shang Gaofeng, her sword skills were a little more powerful and light, making the sword more flexible. The merchant's killing move was to dismantle eighteen pieces. The name is vulgar, but it is extremely practical. Shang Qianqiu uses his commands from point to point, and his moves are extremely dangerous. When he enters seclusion, Xu Zhi is a little lost for a while.
"good"
Shang Wenwu shouted and looked at Xu Zhi: "Little brother, how is my great-granddaughter's swordsmanship?"
"good"
Xu Zhi praised, like Shang Wenwu, he only said one word and ended.
“It’s gone”
Shang Wenwu was still waiting for Xu Zhi to comment, but he didn't expect this guy to be as easy-going as him.
"We practice sparring every day in school, so we see a lot of them."
"That's true."
Shang Wenwu touched his chin and agreed with Xu Zhi's point of view. He had forgotten that Xu Zhi and Shang Qianqiu were still students in the same grade.
"How long do you want to use to beat my great-grandson? How many strokes do you want to use?"
"Ahem, no, I'm not sure."
Xu Zhi looked at Shang Gaofeng. This master of the same level a few months ago had extraordinary swordsmanship. The two of them had a close fight at the Provincial Games. But at that time, he had not yet mastered Qi skills, but now he has advanced to basic training. Not only did his strength soar, but his eyes and ears also improved greatly. Shang Gaofeng's sword skills, from beginning to end, he could see fourteen flaws, each of which was enough for him to pose a fatal threat.
As for Shang Qianqiu, let's not talk about it. She is too familiar. Whether she is armed or empty-handed, Xu Zhi can knock her down with one move when he is serious. The strength of the two is not on the same level, so she can only use the killer move. It can have some impact on Xu Zhi.
"If you're not sure, just give me a dozen. It's just a good idea to see what you're capable of."
Wooden sticks, wooden knives, wooden swords, protective gear and other equipment were quickly delivered by Shang Zheng'an.
"Grandpa Xiaozu, please."
The corner of Shang Gaofeng's mouth twitched. Although he wanted to fight Xu Zhi, he would be more willing if the situation was changed.
"Little grandpa, your stick."
The business leader under the powerful power has no backbone at all, and Shang Zheng'an is too lazy to care about so many things. It's just a title. As long as Shang Wenwu is happy, he is willing to call him whatever he wants.
“I feel wronged”
Xu Zhi pouted at Shang Zheng'an, took the wooden stick, which weighed more than ten kilograms, and placed it in the palm of his hand as if it was weightless.
"please"
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of the knife and the shadow of the stick collided with each other.