Shennong Daojun

Zhao Xing was happy, but Mrs. Cai was not happy.

She really wanted to hide the meat and eat it next time, but she had already put it in the pot and couldn't take it out again. She just put more meat in it, otherwise Zheng'er wouldn't be full? The child has started practicing Qigong, so the nutrition must keep up.

"Eat, eat, eat, you idiot." Mrs. Cai stared fiercely into the pot and knocked the chopping board, as if the piece of meat was Zhao Xing.

The noise in the kitchen became noticeably louder, but no one noticed.

Because Zhao Ruide is taking Zhao Zheng to practice martial arts in the courtyard.

He was doing the Zhuang Kung Fu, and he didn't know how long he stood there, still motionless, like a green pine.

Although he is nearly 60, his breathing is still long, his qi and blood are like mercury, and his vitality is much richer than Zhao Xing.

"Sitting Mountain Kung Fu, standing like standing on a mountain, this is barely a middle-level third-grade martial artist's Zhan Kung Fu, but it feels like it has been trained to a high-grade one. It seems that as long as you practice it long enough, small spells can have great power." Zhao Xing thought to himself.

Whether it's martial arts or spells, you can break through the inherent level and create new insights. It can be said that there is no limit.

Of course, this situation is rare in this version. First, there are many ways to obtain spells and martial arts. After reaching the '9th level' (full proficiency), you will basically choose more advanced ones to practice. The second is the restriction of the rules of heaven and earth. If it is a recovery version, this situation will become common.

Zhao Ruide was doing his pricking seriously, his posture was straight, and he was breathing heavily, while Zhao Zheng beside him was carefree.

Sometimes he moves his legs, sometimes twists his waist, and scratches his head and head, but his mind is not on this at all.

When he saw Zhao Xing coming back, his eyes immediately lit up. He seemed to have finally found a reason not to practice: "Brother is back! Brother! Father, you guys talk! I'll prepare towels for you!"

This little devil doesn't really like him, he just wants to avoid practicing martial arts!

Now even if I bring a dog over, he can still call me brother. This little guy is so good!

After that, he got up and ran away.

"Come back! Who told Ying to move?!" Zhao Ruide shouted.

Zhao Zheng ran away with a smile on his face, not taking Zhao Ruide's words seriously at all.

Zhao Xing was also amused when he saw this. Few fathers teach their sons how to practice martial arts, because they are reluctant to take heavy shots. What's more, Zhao Ruide has a son for a long time, and he dotes on Zhao Zheng. He can only say a few harsh words, but he is still practicing. ?

"Zhao Zheng, come here."

"Ah? Brother..." Zhao Zheng stood there, a little confused.

"One, two~~"

"Coming, coming!" Zhao Zheng was excited and ran over immediately.

"Father didn't even say it's over, why are you running? Keep standing!"

Zhao Zheng's little face suddenly fell down, his brows drooped, and he stood reluctantly next to Zhao Ruide.

"Bend your knees, lift your chest, and straighten your hands!" Zhao Xing kicked Zhao Zheng's leg unceremoniously.

"Stand still, brother, I'll stand still." Zhao Zheng didn't dare to get angry and showed a flattering smile.

Zhao Ruide just pretended not to see his youngest son's worthless appearance.

But this cannot be blamed on Zhao Zheng.

He has a doting mother and a father who loves him, so even if he makes a mistake and is naughty, he never actually hits him.

Only this big brother was different. It was a real beating, and it hurt no matter what.

When I complained to my father, he still only said a few words.

He complained to his mother, but she still couldn't sue him!

Although there is no blood relationship, there is a feeling of blood suppression.

As a result, Zhao Zheng looked as good as a quail when he saw Zhao Xing.

Dinner is eaten in the courtyard. Zhao Ruide is not that particular. Mrs. Cai is a singer and doesn't care about these little details. It's cool in the courtyard, so eat in the courtyard.

With Zhao Xing here, Zhao Zheng behaved a lot when eating, but after eating for a while he still couldn't sit still: "Mom, I'm hot."

Although he was talking to Mrs. Cai, Zhao Zheng's eyes looked at his eldest brother expectantly.

"Mom, give you a fan." Mrs. Cai immediately put down her chopsticks and went to get the cattail leaf fan.

"No need to go to such trouble." Zhao Xing stretched out his hand, and dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, just covering the sunset.

At the same time, there was a refreshing breeze. This scene made Zhao Zheng's eyes sparkle.

Even Zhao Ruide was a little surprised: "Has the wind started blowing already? The clouds have gotten a lot bigger."

Zhao Xing nodded and said, "There has been some progress recently."

More than just some progress, Zhao Xing's current [Xingyun] proficiency has exceeded 5,000. In expert terms, it means the fifth level of Xingyun, which can cover five thousand meters.

Zhao Ruide is knowledgeable. He clearly feels the progress of the magic. At the same time, looking at the appearance of his adopted son, this understatement is very different from before.

"Is there any hope of getting elected this year?"

Zhao Xing put down his bowl and chopsticks: "80% sure."

Zhao Ruide asked: "What 20% are still missing?"

Zhao Xing thought: "A good teacher and a recommender."

Although Xue Wenzhong agreed to accept him as his disciple, he had not publicly accepted him as a disciple after all. It is unknown how vigorously Old Sinong would recommend him. In addition, Old Sinong alone may not be enough.

Recruitment mainly depends on assessment, but recommendations also account for a certain proportion, especially when several people's scores are tied or almost the same.

Zhao Ruide nodded and did not ask any more questions.

But in the next few days, Zhao Xing found that the food at home suddenly went up a notch, and most of it was food that nourished vitality.

As the agricultural supervisor, Zhao Xing had already arrived at Xue Wenzhong's Huailiu Courtyard when the sky was slightly bright.

"Boom~" "Boom!"

A dark cloud, only three meters square, hovered five meters above Zhao Xing's head.

The sound of thunder was endless, and the light of lightning made Zhao Xing's face flicker.

After a while, the dark clouds dispersed.

Zhao Xing looked at the panel.

[Thunder: Primary Spell]

[Progress: (3005/9999)]

[Effect: With the Clouds in Front, thunder can be heard in the clouds. ]

"Thunder has already reached the third level, and its power is getting stronger and stronger. Old Si Nong is really a treasure grandfather." Zhao Xing couldn't help but sigh.

He just learned [Thunder] a few days ago, and it has reached the third level in a few days.

Such rapid progress, in addition to the Dao Embryo Pill and the blessing of luck, Xue Wenzhong's exclusive guidance is also a great help.

For example, just now, Xue Wenzhong asked him to control [Clouds] to about three meters, and then cast [Thunder]. This way of casting is very challenging to control, but the training effect is very great.

In other words, proficiency is given a lot!

"The clouds in my palm, the three-foot-high thunder, this is what I figured out myself." Clouds appeared in Xue Wenzhong's palm, and thunder snakes rolled in it.

"The court teaches all kinds of methods, and everyone can learn them, but finding the best, optimal, and most suitable way to cast spells is the 'art'."

"Think about it carefully, and practice while thinking in the backyard in the morning. I will come to check from time to time after the class. I heard that you got the A-level in the Xiaoshu assessment a few days ago. Don't be proud. There is still a big gap between you and the best in other courtyards. The thirty people on the A list are all better than you."

"Yes, students will remember it." Zhao Xing cupped his hands.