"Would you like a request?"

"What's your request!" Jiang Fan asked impatiently: "Will you learn or not?" Biquku

"Learn!" Meng Yi jumped up and reached out to grab the book, holding it close to his chest like a treasure: "Master dares to teach me what I dare not learn. Anyway, Your Majesty has a master."

"That's right." Jiang Fan smiled: "But Your Majesty is actually right. "The Art of War" is a military treasure, and it is really not suitable to be made public at the moment. But since you are my disciple, she will not object. You also want to Remember, it must not be spread outside."

Meng Ao's big head was nodding like a chicken pecking rice: "Master, don't worry, I know how powerful I am, and I promise to keep it secret."

Jiang Fan said: "From today onwards, in addition to practicing martial arts, you must seriously practice the art of war. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me, or you can ask your grandfather and elder brother. They have been in battle for a long time, and they may be able to explain some things better than me. More thorough.”

"Hey, eh. My disciple has written it down."

Meng Yi was really overjoyed. He didn't expect that he would acquire such a unique knowledge. The old man was indeed right. With King Xiaoyao as his teacher, he could dominate the world!

Seeing him scratching his head and scratching his head, Jiang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, it's just a "The Art of War", the master wants to teach you more, this is just the beginning."

Meng Yi was shocked in his heart. The old man once said that the crown of Xiaoyao crowns the contemporary generation, and what he has learned in his heart is earth-shattering. Obviously, the master said so, and there is something even more awesome hidden there.

This master worshiped the cow with wings, and the cow went to heaven...

"Oh, by the way." Jiang Fan suddenly remembered and said, "You also have a junior sister who studies arithmetic and business with you. She is not in good health. You should take care of her more."

"Don't worry, Master! I promise to complete the task!"

Meng Yi said loudly immediately.

"Okay, go study, I'm annoyed by you." Jiang Fan kicked him.

Meng Yi giggled: "No rush, no rush, I'll help the master repair the chairs and floor tiles first..."

That's right, Jiang Fan suddenly glared at him and said: "Remember it for me, you will be responsible for any damage you cause in the future! And you go to the Qinglianyuan practice ground to practice your martial arts, and then Let me find you showing off your skills everywhere, so I can hang you up and beat you!"

It's not okay to do otherwise. This kid is like a little tiger or calf. He is reckless and irritable. I don't know how to do it these days.

How many things have been broken? The craftsman once said that the walls and rockery were repaired, but dozens of tools were broken. Grandma is a bitch, and she would pick up a shovel from time to time to practice kung fu while working... Interesting writing Library

Meng Yi didn't want to think about it but was stunned for a moment: "Practice ground? Master, do you still have a practice ground? Don't you know how to do martial arts..."

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "It's not for me, it's for you and others... Speaking of which, I should let you see it. Come with me."

How could Meng Yi not like the practice field? He immediately rushed to follow Jiang Fan towards Qinglian Garden.

Sure enough, I saw a spacious place in the northwest corner, but there were countless strange things placed on it.

Meng Yi was a little confused: "Master, what are these?"

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "These are all training tools. I will tell you everything."

With Jiang Fan's small body, it was really difficult to perform well, but Meng Yi, who has been practicing martial arts for many years, could completely understand what he was doing.

Just very strange: "Master, just climbing up and down, running and jumping, what's the use?"

Jiang Fan was still breathing heavily. This thing is really not suitable for him. Hearing this, he said: "Don't use your true energy. Practice by yourself according to the teacher's demonstration just now."

Although Meng Yi was confused, he immediately took off his shirt, revealing his strong tendons. After a few moves, he jumped out and started to experience according to Jiang Fan's demonstration just now.

I have to say that this kid is indeed a natural prodigy in martial arts. He actually understood Jiang Fan's awkward demonstration in one go and practiced it well.

However, after going around, he also discovered many unspeakable weirdnesses, and it looked easy but was very difficult to get started.

Jiang Fan said again: "This time, I ask you to finish it in one stick of incense."

Meng Yi was shocked: "It's impossible. It takes at least three sticks of incense to complete this circle."

Jiang Fan snorted: "A stick of incense, this is your latest goal. Don't use your true energy, and find a way to complete it for me. As for the use, I will know it in the future."

"Yes!" Although Meng Yi didn't understand, he must do what his master told him.

Thinking of this, he wanted to try another lap to see how long it would take him.

Just as he was bending down to press his legs, Yu Wenchengxin hurried over with a stack of manuscripts: "Master, master, are you here?"

Here. Take a look at this question..."

Jiang Fan lamented in his heart. These days, he has been afraid of this Yuwen Chengxin. Whenever there is a chance, he will be pestered by her and ask questions, and he can't run away. Aren't you a sick man? Why?

Are you a thousand times more energetic than me when it comes to learning?

Seeing that something was going wrong, he quickly interrupted her: "Let's not talk about this for now, Cheng Xin, let's get to know your senior brother."

"Huh?" Yuwen Chengxin realized that there was someone else next to him. When he saw it, his pretty face suddenly turned red. The shirtless Meng Yi's figure with golden proportions and beast-like muscles were too much for even a woman to stand.

"Junior sister?" Meng Yi was carefree and didn't care about anything.

"I am Meng Yi, and you are my junior sister."

Yuwen Chengxin quickly lowered his head: "Yuwen Chengxin has met senior brother."

"Tsk tsk..." The boy suddenly smacked his lips and said, "Master is right, you are really sick. Your body is not strong enough. From now on, you can practice kung fu with my senior brother to keep fit."

"Get out of here!" Jiang Fan kicked him angrily.

"Your junior sister is not in good health and can't exercise strenuously. It's like you doing it to death. It's up to me to teach her later."

"Ah?" Meng Yi's eyes suddenly widened: "Master, don't you know how to do it?"

Jiang Fan said: "It's not that I don't know how to do it, it's that I don't practice. They are two different things."

"Master, blow..." He suddenly stuck out his tongue and swallowed the rest of the words.

"What? Who are you looking down on?" Jiang Fan snorted angrily: "Let me tell you, physical fitness is not just your kind of skill. As a teacher, I will let you see it."

"Okay!" Meng Yi clapped his hands: "This will open your eyes."

But he didn't believe it. Although his master was a scholar, he knew nothing about martial arts, and anyone could tell that.

Since the master wanted to demonstrate, he was happy to watch the excitement. After all, it was the master who was embarrassed.

How could Jiang Fan not see that this idiot had everything in his heart written on his face? He glared at him fiercely and said, "Put some clothes on for me."

Only then did Meng Yi realize that he was still naked. He looked at the shy junior sister next to him and grinned sheepishly: "Oh, oh, I'm sorry..."
Chapter completed!