He Has a Dragon

"The world of martial arts is different from the world of mortals. To put it bluntly, the martial arts world is more advanced than the world of mortals. Please take a closer look!"

"Not to mention anything else, I just want to say that the rice you are confused about is divided into two types in the martial arts world. The rice eaten by ordinary people is nothing. It is mainly the rice eaten by warriors like us, which is helpful for martial arts practice."

When Li Hongru said this, Wang Le, who had a calm face, finally showed a hint of surprise and couldn't help but said: "This rice can actually help martial arts practice?"

Li Hongru smiled and nodded, and then responded: "Yes, although it doesn't help much, it's better than nothing, but it's better than three meals a day. Over the years, it will subtly strengthen and improve the physique of the warrior." , more suitable for martial arts practice."

"And in this process, there are only benefits and no harm. Unlike in martial arts practice, in order to speed up the practice, the pills consumed over time will cause the foundation of martial arts to be loose and unstable, thus making the martial arts foundation loose and unstable. The road becomes narrower and narrower, and in the end there is no way to go, leaving only the regret of not being able to reach the pinnacle of martial arts."

Having said this, Li Hongru couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Of course, there are tens of thousands of warriors. Not to mention reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, it is extremely difficult to reach the realm of the earth."

"And if you take pills to speed up your practice, even if you are unable to advance to the heavenly level of martial arts in the end, or even reach the peak of the heavenly level, there is nothing to say. After all, not everyone is a martial arts genius and has great luck."

Li Hongru exhaled and said consolingly: "This is life. You can't force it. Otherwise, you will only miss your life."

"Uh!" Wang Le muttered in his heart: "You always say this to me? You really look down on people!"

At this time, Li Hongru said again: "The food, fruits and vegetables grown in those farmland and vegetable fields that the Master saw before are for the purpose of improving the physique of Guanzhong disciples."

After a pause, Li Hongru said with a smile and pride: "Only Feng Shui treasure land can cultivate such farmland and vegetable fields, and Nanhua Temple is like this. Most sects in the martial arts world do not have this condition."

"Oh?" Wang Le couldn't help but feel a little surprised, because after hearing what Li Hongru said, it seemed that the conditions for growing food for warriors were quite stringent.

Looking at Li Hongru’s face, I am proud of Nanhua Temple, and I am proud of Nanhua Temple, which proves how rare it is to grow such food.

"This martial arts world is really interesting." Wang Le couldn't help but thought to himself.

Immediately,

Wang Le and Li Hongru walked in tandem, chatting and walking slowly and unhurriedly through the huge square paved with white jade.

Of course, Li Hongru still did the most talking, while Wang Le basically just listened and watched with his ears and eyes, and occasionally asked a few questions.

During this process, Li Hongru was completely impressed by his grandson who came from the mortal world. Because although the other party doesn't talk much, every time he speaks, he points to the essence and is clean and neat.

Growing up, Li Hongru could be trusted by Jiyang, so he was obviously not an idiot. He quickly understood that he should never be deceived by his young appearance.

As for other places, after all, the two had just met each other, and they were both smart people. Of course, they would not do anything in a superficial way, so Li Hongru couldn't see through it for a while.

While walking through the square, the inner and outer disciples of the Guanzhong they met couldn't help but look at Young Master Wang, who was dressed in a snow-white gown and had a childish face. After all, this guy was too strange.

If it weren't for the respectful Li Hongru who followed Wang Le affectionately, these passing disciples would have thought that Wang Le was a member of the alliance's trial team.

When the two of them walked through the thirty-six steps paved with white jade and just arrived in front of the main hall, Wang Le raised his head and looked at the Palace of Lost Dreams on the plaque. There happened to be three middle-aged male disciples wearing yellow gowns in the hall. come out.

When the three middle-aged male disciples saw Li Hongru and Wang Le, they were stunned for a moment, and then they quickly stepped forward to bow to Butler Li.

Then he saw a tall disciple standing in the middle, with a Chinese character face and small eyes, who looked a bit like a Korean stickman. He asked curiously, "Steward Li, who is this little brother?"

Li Hongru chuckled and replied: "This is the grandson that your Majesty mentioned to you when he came out of seclusion."

"Ah?" The three people, including the disciple with the Chinese character Bao Bao, were all startled. They all looked at Wang Le who was standing in front of them and looked at him carefully.

Standing on the left, the middle-aged disciple who is thinner than the disciple with a Chinese character face, but has a long face, big eyes, and bronze skin, looks more attractive. He looked at Wang Le and couldn't help but curiously confirmed: "You are really the legacy of Master." The only bloodline in this mortal world?"

Wang Le, who was stared at by everyone's fiery eyes, did not feel uncomfortable at all, and always kept a smile on his face. When he saw someone asking, he smiled and nodded and replied: "If it's fake, it couldn't be more real, more real than gold. "

"Uh!" The middle-aged disciple with freckles on his face standing on the right said with a smile, "Junior brother is really funny."

Wang smiled and said nothing. At this time, he also knew that the three middle-aged inner disciples in front of him should be his grandfather's direct disciples.

Then he saw the disciple with the Chinese character's face laughing loudly, and said with a heroic face: "Junior brother came to Nanhua Temple, we are a family, we must be affectionate and affectionate."

The other two nodded in agreement and said the same kind words to Wang Le.

Wang Le always smiled and dealt with everyone one by one, and did not put on a arrogant air because he was Ji Yang's grandson.

Seeing Wang Le's gentle, humble and courteous appearance, these three direct disciples of Ji Yang could not help but secretly heave a sigh of relief.

They were really afraid that their master's grandson would be a second-generation ancestor who was messy and confused about the situation.

Through the process of exchanging polite words, Wang Le also knew the names of these three people.

Standing in the middle, the disciple who looks like a Goryeo stick is named Wen Shouli; the middle-aged disciple on the left with a long face, big eyes, and bronze skin is named Qin Zhengyang;

The middle-aged man with phoenix eyes and some freckles on the left side of his face was named Ding Wei, and he was also the first and most profound impression on Wang Le.

Because Wang Le felt that among the three direct disciples of his grandfather, Ding Wei was the most scheming and difficult to deal with.

But Wang Le will not reject Ding Wei because of this. After all, if he is not scheming, he can't go out and hang out! What's more, in the martial arts world where the jungle is strong and the jungle is more dangerous than the world of mortals.

In the final analysis, Wang Le has never judged people by their appearance.

Because appearance is the most deceptive, guys who often look honest and stupid are insidious elements with a pig face and a loud heart! Activate new URL