Under a century-old tree, the light shines on the loess through the thick leaves. A young man is holding an iron chain to resist. The chain that was thrown several times was whipped to his back when he was retracted.
, whimpering in pain every time, but the scars on his body healed quickly as soon as they were added.
Within an hour, there were already more than a dozen cuts on the back, some were scratched by knives, and some were injured by chains, leaving bruises and bruises.
"The first move is so difficult! Why can't I practice it well?! I'm so angry! Are you out of shape today!?" Hearing this complaint is so familiar, this young man is none other than Ling Feng.
When Ling Feng threw the chain for the last time, it was still the same as the previous times. When he retracted it, he didn't use his energy well or stabbed back in the way he imagined. Instead, he flipped back irregularly and stabbed his back again.
There was a heavy scar on his body, and the boy had become numb to such pain after countless times. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on the ground, leaning against the same scarred tree.
"Uncle Dashu, I'm sorry for making you look so ugly." Ling Feng turned his delicate face to face the scarred tree and smiled bitterly.
"Why are these eight basic postures so difficult? They are just some luck control skills. Oh, what a weird thing! If only I had a great teacher! Oh my god, I want a teacher, I want a teacher..."
For the first time, Ling Feng felt that his abilities were so limited, and he longed for a teacher who could teach him everything.
But how can ordinary teachers be worthy of him? Most of the teachers in Jilong City are third-rate teachers who value money and talent. The strength of these third-rate teachers is between Yuanshi or Yuanwu, reaching Yuanwu teachers.
In Jilong City, he has been treated like a treasure by people.
"Mr. Zhuge is about one hundred and ten years old. He is a mage, but his strength is also eight levels of Yuanwu. I wonder if he is willing to teach me!" Lingfeng sat down and rested.
He thought of Zhuge Yuandao, one of the people he respected the most.
"It's strange to say that Mr. Zhuge is at least an eighth-level mage, and he is one of the best in the entire empire. How come he is in a small place like ours?"
Ling Feng thought for a while, and found out that his vitality strength was obtained by himself, and he didn't know whether it was true or not. However, few people in the city knew his origins and only knew that he was a fourth-level mage. Why did Mr. Zhuge hide his strength? Every time
If you ask him, he will lose his temper. Hey, I may be the person who knows the most about him. This knowledge is not even the tip of the iceberg...
"Master! Master!..."
While Ling Feng was closing his eyes and concentrating, a woman's clear and anxious voice came from the woods not far away. This person was none other than Xiaoqing, the maid who called Ling Feng this morning.
"It's too early for dinner! What happened?" Ever since he became a waste, he has been waiting for Xiao Qing to come to eat every day. This time, the call was obviously much earlier than before, and Ling Feng couldn't help but frown.
, stood up and walked towards the direction of the sound.
"Where did this young master go? Didn't he say he was in the back mountain? I'm so worried. Hey!" Xiao Qing stopped at a tree, stamping her feet in anxiety, frowning, and her pretty face looked anxious for a while.
bright red.
"Sister Xiaoqing, I'm here!"
Ling Feng jumped to the top of the forest. When he saw Xiao Qing who was stamping her feet anxiously, he felt happy. He decided to scare her and hung upside down from the tree top behind her, making faces.
"Ah! Ghost!"
Xiao Qing turned her face back when she heard the sound. When she saw a ghostly face, she screamed in fright. She jumped back a big step and covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at it.
But soon he woke up and it was Ling Feng's voice. He threw down his hands and looked at Ling Feng angrily with his beautiful big eyes, scolding: "Young Master Ling! Are you looking for death? You always scare your sister like this, believe me.
If you don’t believe me, my sister will spank you!”
"Hehe, you get fooled every time. You can't blame me. It's Sister Xiaoqing who is so funny! Haha." Ling Feng said as he jumped down from the tree.
"Humph, you just know how to bully Sister Xiaoqing. Sister will not care about you from now on. Let's see if you dare to do it in the future!" Xiaoqing is not afraid of anything but ghosts that don't exist, so now her face is still full of fear.
"No, no, Sister Xiaoqing doesn't care about me. I will be so lonely. I love Sister Xiaoqing the most. I won't dare to do it anymore. Will Sister Xiaoqing forgive me?"
Ling Feng Xiaoqing was a little angry and said quickly, in Ling Feng's heart, Xiaoqing is also one of his closest people. After all, they grew up together and she always took care of him and encouraged him when he became a waste.
He even stood up to help him when others spoke ill of him. Ling Feng saw all this and was moved in his heart.
"Humph, I see you are a poor talker. Then, don't scare sister anymore. If you scare sister Xiaoqing, she will swear that she won't care about you anymore!" Xiaoqing obviously had no choice but to soften her heart when Ling Feng said this.
When he said the second half of the sentence, he was already holding Ling Feng's hand and walking home.