[The descendant condenses the first strand of Iron Body Skill power. The Iron Body Skill is about to be mastered. 0.5 attribute points are awarded.]
Wan Zhuliu was stunned.
He stared at Wansheng blankly, examining his small body carefully.
Especially when he placed his palm on the child's chest, he was extremely surprised by the strong heartbeat and the fullness of blood and energy.
"How... is this possible?!!!"
"Um...Anthra! Husband, is that you?"
Just then, there was a movement on the bed, and a graceful and plump woman climbed to the head of the bed, looked at him, interrupting his fluctuating emotions.
"Lingling, it's me!"
Wan Zhuliu held the woman in his arms, leaned against the headboard, and slowly fell asleep.
…
It's not yet dawn.
In the center of the yard.
Puff! Puff!
A figure suddenly leaped over the rockery, and chopped down with a single fist, stirring up the water.
boom!
The scorching fist force with a red glow pulled the airflow, causing bursts of shrill screams.
call!
"Boss, your martial arts skills seem to have improved again. I was only seven or eight steps away from you when I felt a strong wind blowing in my face and a feeling of dizziness came over me!"
The person who came was Song Yi.
After arriving at the provincial capital, Wan Zhuliu arranged two rooms for him and provided food and accommodation for the brother and sister.
Of course, Song Yi also tacitly considered himself a member of the Wan family, helping Master Wan with some business matters and occasionally running errands for Wan Zhuliu.
However, Song Yi never mentioned the matter of treating his sister's illness, and Wan Zhuliu didn't ask either.
He and Song Yi had a good relationship, but it was only slightly better than an acquaintance.
Seeing a doctor is a big project, which takes time, effort and money. It is impossible for him to consider everything for both of them.
His thoughts drifted away, he put away his fist, slowly looked at Song Yi, and took over the conversation.
"Practice a punch a hundred times, and its meaning will become clear. Practicing martial arts is a hard work. Only by honing it every day can you achieve success!"
After saying that, he changed the subject and said, "I see that you haven't yet forged your bones. Is it because you lack the necessary skills?"
Hearing this, Song Yi smiled bitterly.
"Poor in literature but rich in martial arts, it's not just because of the martial arts, it's mainly because I don't have money to buy medicine and food!"
Wan Zhuliu nodded, "What kind of martial arts do you practice?"
"Back then, I was practicing the cloak sword technique passed down by the Yamen's chief. Except for the three chiefs and those on temporary duty like you, everyone in Hongsong learned this."
"Use it once, let me see!" Wan Zhuliu took out a ring knife from the weapon rack next to him and threw it over.
"Hey, let me show you my ugliness, Boss!"
The next moment, Song Yi raised the big knife, turned his body and moved, and had already chopped out several times. The knife was sharp and his moves were correct.
After a moment, he slowly put away his knife and stopped.
Wan Zhuliu stepped forward and pinched Song Yi's shoulders, and found that he had a solid skeleton, but his nutrition seemed to be poor and his muscle mass was insufficient.
He then said, “In theory, using weapons is better than fighting with bare hands, but for high-level warriors, the right fighting method is more important.
I see that you have a light and agile body and a strong frame, so you are more suitable for practicing boxing or sword techniques. Sword techniques emphasize force and power, which cannot reflect your advantages!"
"Uh, boss, I don't have a master, so naturally I just practice whatever I have, randomly!" Song Yi scratched his head.
"Um!"
Wan Zhuliu nodded and took out a willow-leaf sword from the side.
"I will teach you a set of sword techniques called Black Wind Sword Technique, which is my famous skill!"
In fact, the Black Wind Sword Technique no longer has much effect on him now.
This martial art is quite standard in the Tongli realm. It is famous entirely because of its own uniqueness and has little to do with the sword technique itself.
Now that it can be passed down, it can be considered a legacy.
whoosh!
The sword body shook violently and pointed out quickly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like a dragon or snake taking off from the land, changing constantly. The sound of the sword body shaking and colliding could be faintly heard, drawing out a faint airflow and bursts of empty sounds.
Song Yi was concentrating, watching every move of Wan Zhuliu.
But he didn't know that Wan Zhuliu's real strength was not in his moves, but in his control of strength.
The original intention of the Black Wind Sword Technique was to use speed to defeat slowness, but in Wan Zhuliu's hands, it became using speed to defeat speed, and using heaviness to defeat slowness.
Just like he chose a heavy broadsword as a weapon, the advantage is that it can be chopped like a broadsword and is not easy to break. It is also double-edged and can be used for stabbing and picking, and occasionally it can be used as a shield to block. It all depends on the ability of the person controlling the sword.
After some practice, he let Song Yi study alone in the courtyard, while he packed up and went to report to the Yu Department of Tianji Tower in Luozhou.
He changed into his signature black robe, took the feather talisman in his hand, and went to the designated location.
What surprised him was that Yu Bu was not in the Tianji Tower, but was independent outside.
When he came closer, his expression became even stranger.
There were only four big words written on the plaque: State Investigation Office.
There were two guards standing at the door, wearing robes with cloud patterns and standard goose-feather swords hanging from their waists, just like in a government office.
"Did we take the wrong path?"
Wan Zhuliu was a little confused and was hesitating when he saw the guard coming forward.
"Greetings, sir. Please show your feather talisman!"
Wan Zhuliu frowned and immediately revealed the feather talisman in his palm.
When the guard saw the number on the feather token, he immediately bowed and said, "Master Thirteen, please come in!"
Upon hearing this, Wan Zhuliu strode into the stone building.
As soon as I entered, I saw two people practicing martial arts in the yard. They were full of energy and had a strange green glow all over their bodies, as if they were poisoned.
Seeing Wan Zhuliu come in, the two of them just glanced at him lightly and ignored him.
Wan Zhuliu then continued forward and walked through the central hall before he saw a sign standing on the side of a side hall that read, "Recorder of the Feather Department."
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