Under the trees in Qinghe Town, the old man talked eloquently.

In the old man's narration, the first emperor established martial arts, fixed Kyushu, cultivated the body of gods and demons and soared, and then followed the stories of emperors and heroes.

The struggle between the ancestors and the enemy has been written into history, history has been turned into legends, and legends have been adapted into stories and passed on to the ears of every people.

Those stories, which seem to be just stories, contain the history of the entire civilization.

Five thousand years of Central Continent, a magnificent history, all kinds of wars with the hundred countries of the Western Regions, battles with foreign races, and the killing of demon dragons and beasts.

All kinds of wonderful historical stories have come to life under the narration of the old man, and the children around me can exclaim from time to time, and their clear eyes are full of brilliance.

In a trance, there seemed to be a flame burning in their eyes, and they wanted to walk with these sages, fight the heavens and the earth, and maintain Middle-earth.

Although Yuwei did not fall into the fantasy of the story, she also felt the spirit of this world civilization from it.

The spirit of fighting against the harsh environment and many enemies, relying on the strength of the flesh and the wisdom of the crowd to make oneself stronger and defeat all external enemies.

That is the spirit of "martial arts".

In this 5,000-year history, Yuwei saw the same vein as the initial period of the Immortal Dao, which made him nod unconsciously.

Everyone was influenced by the story, and various thoughts arose in their hearts.

The old man looked at them, smiled, and continued to tell story after story.

Before you know it, two moments have passed.

The boy beside Yuwei listened attentively, and after a long time, a sudden spirit suddenly looked at the time track on the edge of the square.

The time rails placed on the square stand straight up, allowing the falling sunlight to shine a shadow, pointing to the twelve hours around it.

He saw the shadow on the time track move a few degrees more, and his eyes widened, "Oh no, it's all this time!" ”

He said anxiously:

"Xiao Yao, it's time to keep going, Uncle Lu is still waiting for you!"

Yuwei glanced at the old man under the tree, looked back and nodded: "En." ”

The boy hurriedly pulled Yuwei and walked towards the other side of Qinghe Town.

The two left, and the old man under the tree still told the story:

"So, the contemporary Donghuang Emperor Wu set up a martial mansion, set the rules, Kuang Zheng family and sect, and returned the rivers and lakes to a stable ...

As the jade-faint silver back slowly disappeared, the old storyteller raised his eyes again and smiled at his distant back.

Yu Wei seemed to be aware of it, and her back was to him, her golden eyes flashing slightly.

The two left the square. After a short walk down the stone brick road, we came to the middle corner of the town.

The courtyard road of "Lu Yao"'s house is lying horizontally in the sun, the bedrooms on the left and right sides are closed, and the main hall in the center is open.

A middle-aged strong man stood in front of the gate, looking into the distance.

The strong man was muscular, had short hair, and had a mighty face, like a statue cast in stone, and like a portrait of a general on the door.

That is Yuwei's father in this life, the father of "Lu Yao", Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan saw a bright silver hair shining from a distance, and knew that his son had returned.

When Yuwei and the others walked in, he stepped forward a few steps, with a serious face, and was about to say something.

Yuwei didn't have any expression, and her golden eyes looked back at him lightly.

Lu Zhan was silent for a while, looked at the boy next to him, and frowned:

"Xiao Ming, why did it take you so long to bring Yao'er back?"

The boy's face turned red, and he was embarrassed to say that he was fascinated by the story, so he had to bow his head and say:

"Let's go find Grandpa Xu at the entrance of the town."

Lu Zhan was a little surprised: "Grandpa Xu? ”

His eyes flickered for a moment before nodding to the boy, "Well, that's not to blame you." ”

He said gently: "Uncle still has something to say to Yao'er, you can go home first." ”

As if he had been pardoned, the boy said goodbye to the road battle, as if he had run away from afar.

Seeing that the outsiders had left, Lu Zhan took Yuwei into the house.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Lu Zhan turned back and said:

"Didn't my father tell you to come back before noon?"

He looked at his son and said in a serious voice:

"This time, a noble man came to the town, and he invited him to the house to see you for his father's father's relationship, what if you missed it?"

Road Battle shook his head:

"I specially asked Ming Boy to look for you, but it was still two minutes late, but fortunately that one hasn't come yet."

Yuwei nodded obediently, but did not respond.

I don't know if he listened.

This made the road war very annoying.

His son has not been able to control since he was a child.

It's not mischievous, it's just that there is no emotional exposure, I don't know what I'm thinking, I have my own ideas about doing things, and I haven't been controlled by him and his wife since I was a child.

If he thinks it's right to go east, he'll go ahead no matter what his parents say.

Usually, in the face of this kind of situation, people have long beaten and scolded their children, and re-disciplined them until they will listen to their parents.

But his son was born with a vision, and when his golden eyes swept away, he always felt an inexplicable majesty, and he couldn't even say words of reprimand, let alone scolding.

And afterwards, it always turns out that the kid is going in the right direction.

Maybe this is a born genius.

This led to the fact that after the birth of the child, there was nothing that could be done about him.

Lu Zhan didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only stare at his son with big eyes.

In the stalemate between the two, a pleasant female voice came from behind:

"Alright, alright."

Yuwei's mother, Bai Wan, walked out of the kitchen with a plate of hot meat.

Bai Wan, who is about thirty years old, with black hair and shawl, is still picturesque, extremely beautiful, and does not hide her beauty in cloth clothes, but she is more mature and full of loving motherhood than many years ago.

Looking at her, you can understand where the excellent appearance of "Lu Yao" comes from.

At this time, the table was already full of food, which could be seen as the result of Bai Wan's busy morning.

She put down the plate in her hand, turned her head to Lu Zhan and said:

"Hey, the kid isn't coming back, don't be reading it."

Lu Zhan's eyes widened, and he instinctively wanted to retort: "Where did I read him?" ”

How dare he miss this son?

Often the son's golden eyes sweep, and he forgets what he wants to say.

But he thought in his heart, as a strict father, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing not to dare to miss his son.

He coughed, his expression pretending to be serious, and said lightly:

"For your mother's sake, I won't miss you today."

Bai Wan smiled lightly: "That's really thank Master Lu for not thinking about it, and for returning my family to peace." ”

She smiled again and said to Yuwei: "Did Yao'er hear it, don't you thank your father soon." ”

Yu Wei turned his head to look at Lu Zhan, and his golden eyes looked at him quietly.

Seeing his son's golden eyes staring at him, Lu Zhan's serious expression tensed for a second, and then collapsed instantly, so he had to look at his son and smile bitterly.

His originally majestic and serious face collapsed, and his wry smile was funny, which made people laugh uncontrollably.

Yu blinked slightly, bowed his head to his father in this life, and said with a straight face: "Thank you." ”

Bai Wan looked at the funny appearance of the two fathers and sons, couldn't help but cover her mouth with her sleeves, and laughed: "Hahaha!" ”

After Lu Zhan smiled bitterly, he also laughed with his wife.

Even Yuwei, whose expression has always been indifferent, also hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, narrowing her golden eyes.

For a time, the house was filled with cheerful air.

In the midst of laughter, an old man's voice rang out:

"What are you so happy about?"

Lu Zhan hurriedly turned his head and saw a long-bearded old man in a green shirt walking in from the door.

The person who walked in was none other than the storyteller Xu in the town square!

Seeing the old man, Lu Zhan's face turned solemn, and he said respectfully:

"Xu Zhengling."

He straightened his waist and hugged his fists:

"I don't know you've arrived, so I'm not welcome."

Old man Xu raised his hand and said with a smile: "You don't need to be so detained, just like in your own home." ”

He laughed again: "Oh, this is really your house, hahahahaha." ”

Lu Zhan blinked, was dazed for a moment, and then came back to his senses and introduced to Yuwei:

"Yao'er, this is the noble man who said for his father, Xu Yan of the Martial Mansion, Xu Zhengling."

Hearing this, Yu Wei raised her little head and looked at this Xu Zhengling.

For the old man to have another identity, Yuwei is not too surprised.

He had long noticed that there was something unusual about this man, and he told stories under the tree every day, but he did not see the hot posture.

It's still summer, the sun is shining, even if you are in the shade of a tree, you will sweat, but the old man has been dry.

And every time Yuwei passed by, he could feel that the old man was paying attention to him.

The old man's gaze is very hidden, but unfortunately Yuwei is not a normal child, and he can feel his attention every time.

Presumably, after this person went to Qinghe Town to talk to the mayor, he noticed that he, a person who was "born with vision", has been silently observing these days.

Now that he heard that he was the commander of the Martial Mansion, Yuwei only suddenly felt in his heart.

Wufu, Yuwei also knows, is the school in this world that is responsible for teaching martial arts in addition to the sect and family.

This academy was established by the emperor and raised an unknown number of court warriors.

Donghuang cultivated martial artists with martial arts and cultivated a strong man, so as to dominate the Central Continent and conquer the outside of the continent!

The Wufu is like the Taoist Academy and the Heavenly Palace in Yuwei's previous life, responsible for teaching exercises and teaching people to practice.

And Zhengling, that is, there are people in the martial arts who are qualified to teach martial arts, and they can teach others martial arts.

In other words, this Xu Zhengling can teach martial arts!

Yuwei said in her heart: "Martial Dao, can you finally start contacting?" ”

After Xu Yan finished laughing, he raised his hand and touched his beard, then looked at Yuwei with glowing eyes, and said three times in a row, "Okay!" ”

He nodded with satisfaction: "Sure enough, it was a natural vision." ”