Chapter 1122 Ancient Academy Records, Lots of Interesting Things 08
Chapter 1122 Ancient Academy Records, Lots of Interesting Things 08
Ling Xiao put his hands behind his back and looked at the nine disciples with his head held high.
"First squat on horseback for half an hour, with water on your head and bricks on your hands."
"One hundred sets of leg training, two hundred sets of jumping and light kung fu, three hundred sets of kicking, and half an hour of handstand splitting beans."
"None of the above training can use internal force. If I find out..."
With a flick of his riding whip, Ling Xiao smiled meaningfully, "Practice more alone."
The four people in Jianghu have become accustomed to it, and have already begun to squat on horseback, consciously carrying bowls and hanging bricks.
The five members of the royal family:? ? ?
They all felt that they had heard wrongly and looked at each other in confusion.
Only when I saw that the four people from Tingyang had started training did I know it was not a joke.
Lan Wuyan complained, "This is too much! It's just morning practice. It should be over after practicing all morning."
"Besides, these are all basic skills. We already know them."
He muttered, "I thought you could teach other real kung fu."
Murong Qian also felt that it was a bit much last night and wanted to persuade him, but Ling Xiao raised his hand to stop him.
Ling Xiao looked at Lan Wuyan with an expressionless face: "You are not worthy of the real skill."
"You...why are you talking to me! I want my father..."
"Lan Wuyan is fine." Xie Yuancheng scolded him and shot the knife through his eyes.
"You can't use your status to oppress others."
Lan Wuxu clenched his fists, "But she is just making things difficult!"
Xie Beiyao pursed his lips, "Master Ling, this is really much more intense than our previous training."
Ling Xiao said coldly, glancing at the five members of the royal family, "The way you are now, you can't even pass the first level of Beifeng Kingdom."
"I have already made cuts based on your strength. I usually train them to ask for more."
Lan Wuyang's eyes widened and he instinctively didn't believe it.
"How can it be!"
He turned to look at the four people from Jianghu who were asking about Zama Bu, and saw them all nodding.
Tingyang sighed, "Brother, be content. I just heard the training content and thought Master Ling was being more liberal today."
Wanzhou: "Congratulations, I have benefited from your honor."
Jiang Yao smiled and said, "If you make Master Ling angry, you will end up badly."
Si Ning, the "weakest" one, yawned and took a nap while walking.
The five members of the royal family: "..."
Jiang Yao pursed her lips, still not wanting to practice so much, and suggested in a low voice.
"Can't there be less girls?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, "What you are going to deal with is the Beifeng Kingdom, whose entire dynasty uses martial arts to train their bodies. They are enemies. Will the enemies spare you just because you are a girl?"
She raised her hand and pointed at Jinchen, who had found a stool to sit next to.
"The disciples of Shen Pavilion are famous all over the world, and all the six countries are tolerant. Secretly, their training is in hell mode. Only those who climb out of hell can survive."
"The lives of tens of thousands of people in Lingcheng are in your hands. How dare you despise too much training?"
Jinchen was thinking about helping the little prince study a set of exercises when he was suddenly called out again, and he raised his lips in embarrassment and politeness.
"what."
When Xie Yuancheng heard Ling Xiao's words, he quietly looked at Jinchen, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
Jinchen responded with a gentle smile, seemingly encouraging.
Xie Yuancheng pursed his lips, raised his chin, and looked at Ling Xiao with firm eyes.
"I'll practice."
He cannot live up to his father's expectations. He must save the people, and even if he doesn't like it, he must become a qualified future monarch.
Perhaps he was stimulated by the disciples of Jianghu, or he was inspired by the mission he shouldered.
Xie Beiyao and the four others followed suit, holding up water bowls and placing them on their heads.
Ling Xiao curled his lips, "Very good."
Murong Qian and Murong Kun looked at each other, unable to believe that these were the delicate masters who would usually complain if they ran an extra lap.
No wonder the emperor asked disciples from all walks of life to practice together, and the effect was really good.
Jinchen slowly took a sip of tea, dressed in pure white, fanning himself in the wind and looking at it leisurely, "The sun is really bright today."
0731: [The sun is so bright~]
When I first started doing horse walking, I could still hold on, but the five members of the royal family had never had such intense training.
When it came to Qinggong training, they couldn't hold on. If it weren't for the Jianghu disciples who seemed to be very relaxed beside them, they would have asked for a rest.
The Jianghu disciples did not want to embarrass themselves in front of the five members of the royal family. They were trying their best to be in the limelight, going faster and faster, completely forgetting to breathe evenly to maintain their physical strength.
Ling Xiao gradually frowned and raised his riding whip, "Hey, Master Ling." Murong Qian quickly stopped her, "The children are so tired, so don't whip them."
Murong Kun nodded silently and stood in front of Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao: "..."
How did these two idiots become masters?
"I told them to rest and get out of the way."
She stepped forward, flicked her riding crop, and her voice was clear and powerful.
"Stop it all!"
The nine disciples immediately stopped their efforts, crossed their arms and gasped for air.
Ling Xiao didn't blame them, he just walked around with his hands behind his back and patted Lan Wuyan's shoulder.
"Tired?"
Lan Wuxu took a deep breath and said very honestly, "Tired!"
"It's normal to be tired, with such a weak body." Ling Xiao squeezed his arm muscles and clicked his tongue.
Lan Wuhuang: "..."
"Come on, among the Jianghu disciples present, you can choose any one."
Ling Xiao put his hand on his shoulder and pointed over, "Go to the ring to compete. As long as you win one, you can go back to sleep this afternoon."
"Really!" Lan Wuyang immediately geared up and looked at the four men from the Jianghu who were already standing.
Everyone thought he would choose Si Ning, who looked the weakest.
Lan Wuyan glanced at her for a few times, then looked away and clasped his fists towards Wanzhou, "Please advise."
Everyone moved to the arena.
On the ring, two teenagers stood opposite each other, clasping their fists at the same time.
Lingxiao Fan extinguishes fire. "One stick of incense time, let's begin."
Lan Wuyang was the first to launch the sound attack. He took out the jade flute from his sleeves, jumped up gracefully, and played the flute from a distance.
"This is... the jade flute!" Tingyang shouted, putting his hand on Xie Beiyao's shoulder with an envious tone.
"You have so many treasures!"
Xie Beiyao was confused, "Didn't you use any magic weapon after practicing?"
"Hey, how can we be so good? We use our own bodies to make magic weapons, and we don't have to worry about being robbed."
Tingyang waved casually and watched the fight with great interest.
Xie Beiyao frowned slightly and looked at each other with Xie Yuancheng. Both of them were silent and didn't say anything more.
Lan Wushuang's sound attack was very effective. It once forced Wanzhou to be unable to get close. It was surrounded and attacked by invisible internal forces from all directions. As long as it entered the ear, it would cause a wave of dizziness.
Wan Zhou's body jumped lightly, and he kicked Lan Wuyi with a sudden swing. The speed was extremely fast, Lan Wuyi was frightened, and the flaw was immediately found as soon as the flute sound stopped.
Lan Wuyan quickly dodged and flew down from the wooden stake. When his feet landed on the ground, Wanzhou was nowhere to be seen. He was clearly in the open arena. He turned around and saw no one for several weeks.
At the moment when he relaxed his vigilance, Wan Zhou, who was as fast as a ghost and as fast as lightning, suddenly appeared behind Lan Wuhuang, completely closing the distance between the two of them, making it impossible for them to perform Qing Kung Fu.
Wanzhou punched quickly, his figure was like an afterimage. Soon, Lan Wuxu was stunned by his too weird figure, and his breath was disrupted.
"Uh!"
Lan Wuyan was thrown off the ring and the competition ended.
He lay on his back on the ground, hot and sweaty, but felt extremely happy in his heart.
Wanzhou jumped down and stretched out his hand towards him.
The two looked at each other and smiled. Lan Wuyan took his arm and stood up, bumping his shoulder, "Awesome!"
The two of them walked back side by side. Lan Wuyang bowed respectfully to Ling Xiao and apologized for what had just happened.
Ling Xiao: "Yeah."
Murong Qian; "..." Oh my god, are these still those delicate little masters! You usually bully me so much, but I have never seen you apologize!
