Zhang Lang saw Feixu running towards him and asked with a smile: "You haven't rested at this late hour?"

Feixu's face turned red, she lowered her head and whispered: "Young master hasn't come back yet, slave, how can I rest?"

Zhang Lang felt warm in his heart, and he naturally reached out and stroked Feixu's hair at the temples, just like he did to his precious sister in the past.

Feixu's head dropped even lower. Suddenly he raised his head as if he remembered something and said: "Master, I have prepared supper..."

Zhang Lang frowned and said displeasedly: "Don't be a servile servant, it sounds awkward! You are my sister, please call me brother from now on!"

Feixu suddenly looked at a loss, glanced at Zhang Lang, quickly lowered his head, and whispered: "Slave, slave..."

Zhang Lang said angrily: "You still call yourself a slave?"

Feixu couldn't help but raise his head and look at Zhang Lang, with a strange look in his big eyes, and then he opened and closed his small mouth and shouted: "Brother!..."

Zhang Lang smiled and said: "That's right! Little sister, what kind of supper have you prepared for me?"

Feixu came back to his senses and said quickly: "It's Mr., um, it's my favorite stewed river fish!"

Zhang Lang couldn't help but swallow when he heard the name of the dish said by Feixu. He naturally took Feixu's delicate hand and walked towards the back. He smiled and said: "I can't wait any longer! Let's go!"

Feixu was so happy that she hurriedly followed Zhang Lang. As she walked, her eyes couldn't help but fall on the palm held by Zhang Lang, and her heart suddenly felt like a deer, causing her to hang her head in confusion.

The two came to the backyard and saw a brightly lit scene opposite the lotus pond. That was where the guards and their families lived. I don't know if they had all rested, but it was quiet there.

The two of them continued walking along the lotus pond. Suddenly, bursts of wind whistling reached Zhang Lang's eardrums.

Zhang Lang felt strange in his heart, and immediately stopped and followed the sound, only to see figures swaying in the small bamboo forest on the bank of the lotus pond, and from time to time, the sound of strong wind howling could be heard!

"Huh? Is this Zhang He?" Zhang Lang said unsurely.

Feixu on the side has become accustomed to being held by Zhang Lang's hand, and is no longer as shy and uneasy as before. After hearing Zhang Lang's words, he immediately looked into the bamboo forest.

He quickly said to Zhang Lang: "It's Brother Zhang He! He practices martial arts in the bamboo forest every night!"

When Zhang Lang heard that the howling sound of the wind was so sharp, as if every blow could cut through the space, he felt incredible and immediately walked towards the bamboo forest. Fei Xu followed closely behind.

When they came to the bamboo forest, they saw Zhang He struggling to dance his spear in the small clearing in the bamboo forest. The speed was unbelievable. The spear was no longer visible, and only the shadows of the cold light could be seen.

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Zhang Lang is an elite in the military who has been in the field for a long time. He thinks that his fighting skills are not only the best in the world, but they are definitely among the best. But at this moment, seeing Zhang He's gun dance, he was still severely shocked!

At this moment, Zhang He dragged the iron spear backward, and then pushed the spear forward violently! An unbelievable sight for Zhang Lang appeared immediately. He actually saw an illusory spear light roaring out,

It instantly hit a maple tree about two feet away. With a bang, the maple tree shook violently, and the gun light actually punched a hole the size of a table tennis ball in the trunk of the maple tree!

Zhang Lang opened his mouth in shock and couldn't close it. He felt like he was dreaming! What was that just now? How could there be a plot like this in a fantasy drama? Does such amazing martial arts really exist? !

Zhang He discovered Zhang Lang and Feixu, and immediately stopped practicing martial arts. He quickly stepped forward with a iron spear in hand, cupped his fists and bowed to Zhang Lang: "Young Master!"

Zhang Lang came back to his senses and couldn't help but look Zhang He up and down. His eyes were very hot, which made Zhang He a little confused.

"Jun Yi, what kind of martial arts did you practice just now? It's actually possible to penetrate a maple tree at such a distance?!" Zhang Lang asked curiously.

Zhang He cupped his fists and said, "This is a unique skill passed down from my family, called 'Gust Shot'."

Zhang Lang was so itchy that he couldn't help but ask: "Ju Yi, can you teach me your 'Blast Shooting'?"

Zhang He was stunned for a moment, showing hesitation.

When Zhang Lang saw him like this, he remembered that there was a plot in the movies and TV dramas he had watched in later generations, that is, family skills cannot be passed down to others! Even within the family, there seem to be various restrictions!

After thinking about this, I felt a little disappointed, so I said to Zhang He: "I was the one impulsive! Jun Yi doesn't need to feel embarrassed!..."

Zhang He quickly clasped his fists and said: "Young Master is the savior of your subordinates, and the lives of these subordinates belong to you, not to mention this unique skill passed down in the family. If you want to learn it, your subordinates should give it to you!"

However, the young master is already an adult and is practicing now. He may not be able to achieve great results, so he is a little hesitant..."

When Zhang Lang heard what was going on, he immediately smiled and waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! You just teach me, I can practice as much as I can!"

Zhang He clasped his fists and accepted the promise, and then said: "The subordinate will first teach the internal skills formula to the young master..." After saying this, he glanced at Feixu, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Fei Xulan was very kind-hearted, and immediately understood Zhang He's eyes, and immediately said to Zhang Lang: "My little sister will not disturb my brother's martial arts practice, so I will resign!"

Zhang Lang's mind was focused on Zhang He's marksmanship at the moment, and he nodded immediately. Feixu gave Zhang Lang a slight blessing, then turned around and left.

When Zhang He saw Feixu leaving, he began to teach Zhang Lang the technique of "Gust Wind Shooting".

Zhang Lang sat down cross-legged according to Professor Zhang He's method, and used his mind to guide the natural breath from the outside world into the meridians.

Slowly, he felt something, as if he had touched something. The world around him suddenly seemed to become extremely quiet. He felt a certain breath that seemed to have existed between heaven and earth since ancient times!

Zhang Lang immediately knew that it was the natural energy of heaven and earth mentioned by Zhang He, so he immediately attracted them with his thoughts.

The natural auras around him immediately gathered slowly, and after a while, Zhang Lang felt as if they had turned into threads, entering his body from various acupuncture points and traveling along his meridians.

Zhang He, who was standing in front of Zhang Lang and observing Zhang Lang, immediately felt the fluctuations of the natural air around him, and felt that a trace of natural breath was being sucked into Zhang Lang's body.

There was an incredible look on Zhang He's face, and he murmured in disbelief: "How is this possible? I practiced Qi when I was eight years old, and it took a full year before I could feel the natural breath of heaven and earth, and then guide them into my body.

But the young master was able to do it immediately, which is incredible! The young master’s talent is truly astonishing!"

Zhang Lang continued to guide the natural breath of heaven and earth into the body's circulation, slowly gathering in his Dantian, completely forgetting himself, and an indescribable pleasure that made him want to stop.

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Chapter completed!