Lu Xian had already returned to the house, and the bamboo forest was quiet.
Only Lu Yun was still possessed, and kept chanting words there, stretching his fists and kicking his legs, immersing himself in his mind and realizing the nine heavenly attack styles he had just learned!
When he came to his senses, he found that it was already bright and the boy was holding a broom and pretending to sweep the yard.
Seeing Lu Yun finish his work, the little boy immediately threw the broom into his arms and said angrily: "Look, you've made the bamboo leaves all over the ground, why don't you sweep them clean!"
Lu Yun looked closely and saw that there were broken branches and leaves everywhere under his feet. It was obviously because he accidentally knocked down when he was practicing his moves. Thinking that when his master practiced his moves, his power was ten times greater than his, but he did not hurt a single piece of bamboo leaf, Lu Yun couldn't help but sigh secretly, this is the difference...
"What are you doing while standing there? Work quickly!" The little boy was already sitting comfortably on a bamboo chair, holding a wine gourd, and drinking happily.
"What wine should I drink at a young age?" Lu Yun muttered, but he still swept the ground obediently. He really didn't know why Lu Xian wanted to use this strange boy in ancient times. He didn't know who was serving whom?
"What do you know about the little hairy child?" The little boy said disdainfully: "You don't know the universe in the wine."
"You are not as old as me, okay?" Lu Yun frowned. The boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, but he spoke in an old and pretended to be very old.
"What does it mean to be the first whenever you move?" The little boy took a sip of wine and took a deep breath and said, "The Master taught you the Nine Heavenly Hit Stages. If you play the ball in the fifth style, right?"
"Uh..." Lu Yun looked at the sleepy drunkard, pretending to be mature, and he didn't expect that he could see his entry.
"Tsk, do you know you're tender?" The little boy said in an increasingly old age: "Come on, kowtow to me, I'll give you some advice."
"Go to play." Lu Yun rolled his eyes. He had seen Lu Xin push the little boy with one palm, so he would not be fooled by him.
After saying that, Lu Yun bowed to the bamboo house and said to Lu Xian. When he walked to the little boy, he suddenly reached out and pointed at the little boy a few times. With a freshly baked painting, the little boy could not move immediately, and the wine gourd in his hand fell down.
"It must be that you heard me just now. I still want to fool me?" Lu Yun exposed the little boy's cowhide, untie the acupoints with his backhand, grabbed the wine gourd with his other hand, stuffed it back into his hand, and smiled and said, "You are drinking slowly, I won't be with you."
Looking at Lu Yunyang's long back, the little boy was so angry that he jumped straight and said, "What's the skill of sneak attack? We are so kind of head-on. Look at me pressing the top with Wuyue. What a big slap that will make you into a meat pie!"
"Stop it." Lu Xian's impatient voice sounded from inside the bamboo house: "You are the most powerful, are you done?"
"Of course, he has no idea about Mount Tai and is kind to treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs." The little boy then sat back on the bamboo chair in anger, took a few sips of wine, and then went to meet Zhou Gong again with the gourd...
Back at Jingxinfang, Lu Yun did not leave his home, and devoted himself to practicing the Nine Changes of the Heavenly Blasts that Lu Xian passed on to him. Everyone in his family knew that he could not disturb him at this time. Even Lu Ying only chatted with him while delivering food to him every day, and obediently did not let him distract him at other times.
In the blink of an eye, the day before the competition, Lu Yun finally mastered the fifth stance. As for the other four stances, he had no time to practice. He was silently dismantling the first five stances of the Nine Heaven-Strike Styles, trying to integrate them, but the gate of the courtyard was pushed open with a creaking sound.
Lu Yun frowned and said, "Why are you here?"
"How do you know it's me?" A crisp girl's voice made the whole courtyard lively.
Lu Yun glanced at Cui Ning'er, wearing a green skirt and wearing a tinging dong, and said lightly: "You are the sound of sneaky footsteps."
"Hate." Cui Ning'er said coquettishly, covering her slightly-smile face, and said shyly: "You even remember the sound of other people's footsteps so clearly."
"In terms of the thickness of your face, you can rank second among the people I know." Lu Yun said expressionlessly.
"Who is ranked first?" Cui Ning'er didn't care about attacking Lu Yun, but instead cared about who would suppress him. Although this ranking was a bit shameful.
"The Saint of Taiping Road." Lu Yun told the truth, but saw Cui Ning'er flying on her cheeks, and she seemed very embarrassed.
"I'm not talking about you, what's the shame you are?" Lu Yun glanced at Cui Ning'er strangely.
"Do I still have to be proud of me?" Cui Ning'er rolled her eyes at him, and her teeth were itchy with hatred.
Lu Yun said indifferently: "Why are you here? Where is my sister?"
"Sister Lu Ying is preparing you tomorrow's dry food." Cui Ning'er didn't know the wood as much as she said with a smile: "She also specifically told me not to disturb you."
"Then what are you still doing here?" Lu Yun immediately ordered the expelling order and said, "I don't have time to chat with you." As he said that, he closed his eyes and wanted to continue practicing.
Unexpectedly, Cui Ning'er's words almost made his eyes pop out.
Cui Ning'er walked to him, put the broken pink noodles in his ears, and whispered: "My husband, you have promised them three conditions."
Lu Yun was immediately struck by lightning, suddenly looked up and stared at Cui Ning'er. Looking at this face that was so cute and charming, but was completely different from Su Yingxiu, and said word by word: "Who are you?"
"My husband asked this question so stupid." Cui Ning'er enjoyed Lu Yun's shocked look and chuckled, "Who do you want me to be, who am I?"
"Su Yingxiu!" Although his appearance was different, Lu Yun was sure that his expression and voice were the one with the highest thickness in his heart.
"It's me." Cui Ning'er blinked her big black and white eyes, held her small face in her hands and shook her in front of Lu Yun: "Are you surprised or surprised?"
"How did you do it?" Lu Yun resisted the urge to peel off Cui Ning'er's face and took a look. He quickly recalled the scenes of getting along with Cui Ning'er. The daughter of Cui's legitimate daughter, Pei's granddaughter, and the daughter of the county magistrate, was clearly not fabricated out of thin air, so how could he suddenly become another person?
"The mountain man has his own tricks." Cui Ning'er kept a secret and said, "If my husband wants to know, he can't tell you."
"Forgive." Lu Yun said decisively. He had never made any profit when dealing with this woman. He didn't want to make trouble anymore and said in a deep voice: "No matter who you are, why do you come from?"
"Now in this world, hey, people are really not as good as those who owe debts." Cui Ning'er sighed quietly: "I came here to encourage you, but you didn't talk about your feelings at all, so we have to discuss business."
Lu Yun showed a look that was indeed like this and said coldly: "Tell me, what do you want me to do." As he said that, he added with a guilty voice: "I have been saying it first, so you can't force it if you can't do it."
"Don't worry, my husband, why would he make things difficult for you?" Cui Ning'er smiled slightly and said, "Believe that my first request is yours, you will definitely try your best to complete it."
"Haha..." Lu Yun sneered.
Cui Ning'er said with a confident look on her face: "My first requirement is that my husband must win the best in both civil and military affairs in the competition!"
Chapter completed!