You Call This A D-Level Ability?

After noon, the dazzling sun baked the earth.

In this hot summer, the temperature in the afternoon is almost the highest.

There are few pedestrians on the roadside, and even cars rarely pass by.

People want to hide in the air-conditioned room for a day.

But in this dilapidated yard, let alone air conditioning, there is not even a fan.

"Ha..." The dirty old man stretched lazily and woke up after a nap.

He slept for four or five hours, and his face was still ruddy, and he had not recovered from the alcohol.

"That kid from the Qin family should have left." He muttered to himself, pushed open the door, and suddenly froze.

But the yard, which was originally extremely dirty, became extremely clean at this moment.

All the garbage, wine pots, and even the fallen leaves and weeds on the ground were cleared away.

Even the corner of the yard, where he usually excreted, had been cleaned up and even surrounded by bricks and stones.

He turned his head suddenly and saw Qin Ze grabbing a pile of garbage and dragging it out.

His head was already full of sweat, and his originally elegant clothes were now covered with garbage and smelled fishy.

But there was no disgust on his face.

This shabby yard was not big.

But for a five-year-old child, this was undoubtedly a huge project.

Qin Ze dragged the garbage outside the door, and there was already a sanitation worker waiting on a trailer at the door.

The other party happened to see Qin Ze dealing with the garbage when he passed by, and couldn't bear it, so he chose to stop here.

Qin Ze's tools for cleaning the garbage and the garbage disposal were all provided by him.

But when he offered to help Qin Ze deal with it, Qin Ze refused and cleaned the yard completely by himself.

The sanitation worker quickly took Qin Ze's garbage, threw it into the garbage truck behind him, took out a towel, wiped Qin Ze's face, and then left with a complicated expression.

After dealing with the last pile of garbage, Qin Ze wiped his sweat and returned to the yard, just in time to see the old man standing at the door.

"Master!" He showed excitement, his small eyes full of expectations, "I cleaned this place according to your requirements."

"Now you can..."

Halfway through his words, Qin Ze felt his eyes go black, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.

Bang!

The old man who was more than ten meters away a second ago appeared in front of him as if teleporting and caught him.

Qin Ze took more than ten seconds to recover consciousness.

He was busy for several hours in this scorching sun, and he was already a little heatstroke.

"Why?" The old man seemed to have regained some clarity in his turbid eyes, and looked down at him.

"Because Master, you said... as long as I finish cleaning, you will teach me how to become stronger." Qin Ze spoke a little weakly.

"I want to become stronger... Only in this way can I protect my mother and those who are bullied."

The old man was silent for a long time, and suddenly picked up Qin Ze and threw him into the house: "Don't call me master."

"I am not qualified to be your master for a rich man like you."

He followed into the house and slapped Qin Ze. A cool air flow actually flowed into his body along his palm.

After a while, Qin Ze felt that his body, which was a little cold and dizzy, was gradually getting better, and even the soreness in his arms and legs was relieved.

The old man looked down and noticed the injuries on his face and body. He couldn't help but sneered, "I thought why, it turns out you've never fought anyone before."

"Go away." He grabbed Qin Ze and pointed to the door of the house, "It's late today, go home quickly."

Qin Ze turned around, and his eyes showed joy, "Do you mean that I can come to you to learn tomorrow?"

The old man kicked him out of the house and closed the weak door with force.

Then, his dull voice came from the house: "I don't accept apprentices."

"But I never owe anyone."

"In consideration of you cleaning the yard for me, come here for two hours every day in the future, and I can teach you some self-defense skills."

"Yes, Master!" Qin Ze's face was full of excitement, and he bowed to the house.

"Don't call me Master!" The old man cursed, "Also, don't let anyone know about your visit to me."

...

Qin Ze returned home.

Because of the reason he had instructed in advance, the servant who sent him to the suburbs didn't know where he went.

He was just shocked when he saw his dirty and smelly appearance, and thought Qin Ze was beaten.

After Qin Ze's repeated explanations, he was relieved and sent Qin Ze back home.

Since that day, after Qin Ze finished his morning courses, he would ask the servant to send him back to the suburbs to find the old man and study for two hours.

No matter it was windy or rainy, he would not be shaken.

Qin Man asked him the reason more than once, but he was always fooled and evaded.

And the servant who took him to the suburbs was also arranged by him to wait somewhere else in advance, and didn't know where he went specifically.

In this way, two years passed in a flash.

After two years of practice, the seven-year-old Qin Ze has become very handsome.

In addition to the various etiquette studies he received every day in the Qin family, his every move also showed the aristocratic style.

In the Qin family, he became good friends with Jin Pan, who he had rescued before.

The daily practice with the old man also made his figure very well-proportioned, and his temperament was very different from before.

In the dilapidated yard.

"Hey! Ha!" Qin Ze half-stood and punched at a dilapidated wooden stake.

The delicate and young fist could burst out with a roar after hitting the wooden stake, causing the wooden stake to tremble continuously.

His breath was heavy, his eyes were steady, and he was already vigorous when punching.

On the other side of the yard, on the dilapidated recliner, the old man kept shaking the palm leaf fan and the chair while sleeping.

"Ha!" Qin Ze shouted in a low voice, punched out, and hit the wooden stake.

The next second, the solid wooden stake exploded directly, turning into countless wood chips and rushing around.

Several of the wood chips hit the sleeping old man directly, causing him to open his eyes suddenly and curse: "Qin Ze!!!"

"You broke my wooden stake again!!!"

"Do you know how much trouble it is to make a wooden stake?!"

Qin Ze touched the back of his head embarrassedly and stuck out his tongue: "Sorry, Master, I was too focused."

"How many times have I told you!" The old man stood up cursing, "Sharp but not sharp, sharp but not exposed."

"No matter when, not showing the edge is the best state."

"Your punch is sharp, and the control of strength is not perfect."

"Not only will you be envied by others, but you will also be easily targeted..."

Qin Ze blinked and muttered to the side, "Don't you have the master here?"

Hearing this, the old man's face suddenly sank, revealing a cold and serious expression that Qin Ze had never seen before.

"Qin Ze, you must remember, never think about relying on others, understand?"