Zhou Yuanyuan didn’t know that when she was curious, her facial expressions were particularly rich. Her big almond-shaped eyes blinked, and her long eyelashes fluttered, which made her look very cute.
Thinking of what Zhao Qingshan had just said to him and his decision, Wen Ziqing felt a sudden rush of excitement. Not only were his ears burning, but even his face was showing signs of burning. Although Zhou Yuanyuan was still a little girl, Wen Ziqing had a clear vision of what she would look like when she grew up.
Zhou Yuanyuan saw that Wen Ziqing's ears were getting redder and redder, but he had no intention of helping her. Zhou Yuanyuan pouted and ran away.
Forget it, actually, her curiosity was not that strong, so she decided not to try the difficult task of getting the ice cube to speak.
Wen Ziqing watched the small, butterfly-like figure dart into the kitchen. A moment later, the chatter of Zhao Yunxiang and Zhou Yuanyuan reached him. A glimmer of hope crept into Wen Ziqing's hardened heart. Could even a lonely star like him be capable of tenderness?
Wen Ziqing recalled the conversation he had just had with Zhao Qingshan.
After Zhao Qingshan finished acupuncture for Wen Ziqing, he waited for Wen Ziqing to put on his clothes. Zhao Qingshan squinted his eyes and looked at Wen Ziqing for a long while before asking, "Ziqing! Do you want to learn martial arts well?"
"Yes." Wen Ziqing thought of the regrets of his previous life and answered without hesitation.
"Good!" Zhao Qingshan exclaimed in praise, then quickly walked to the door, picked up a piece of bluestone on the ground behind the door, and walked back to Wen Ziqing.
"Let me do it." Wen Ziqing didn't know what Zhao Qingshan was going to do with the stone, so he quickly reached out to take it.
Zhao Qingshan shook his head and put the stone on the ground.
Before Wen Ziqing understood Zhao Qingshan's intention, Zhao Qingshan took advantage of the situation and punched the bluestone.
Zhao Qingshan's hand remained intact, but a crack suddenly appeared on the solid bluestone. Then, smaller cracks appeared around the larger crack, and then, like a spider web, the smaller cracks multiplied. In less than two minutes, the entire bluestone had broken into numerous pieces, some as large as Wen Ziqing's fist, others as thin as lotus seeds.
Wow! I didn't expect Grandpa Zhao's Kung Fu to be so powerful! He's almost reaching the Grandmaster level! Wen Ziqing was stunned. In his previous life, Wen Ziqing practiced martial arts diligently, but he couldn't reach the level of a martial arts master before his death.
As far as Wen Ziqing knew, only those who had mastered martial arts to a certain level of proficiency could be called martial arts masters. Above the master was the martial arts grandmaster, and above the grandmaster was the martial arts grandmaster. In a previous life, Wen Ziqing had met Zhao Qingshan at his grandfather's house in Qingshan City. He had never expected that the seemingly unassuming Zhao Qingshan was actually a hidden martial arts expert.
"Hey! I'm old and useless. If I were twenty years younger, I could break this piece of bluestone into the size of a lotus seed." Zhao Qingshan chuckled self-deprecatingly. Indeed, ever since Zhao Qingshan's knee injury, his previously unobstructed meridians have become blocked at the knee. Over the years, Zhao Qingshan has been unable to cultivate internal energy, but he has continued to practice external martial arts.
Internal strength won't increase on its own if you don't practice it. Instead, it will slowly dissipate within your body. A few years ago, Zhao Qingshan couldn't feel it, but in the past two years, he felt that his skills had regressed significantly.
"Very impressive!" Wen Ziqing was as frugal with words as ever. Zhao Qingshan understood what he meant, that he admired his martial arts skills.
"Ziqing! Would you like to learn the Zhao family martial arts from me?" Zhao Qingshan asked with a smile after flexing his muscles. Zhao Qingshan had already made plans. He would first use powerful force to seduce Wen Ziqing. If Wen Ziqing still didn't move, he would think of other ways.
Zhao's martial arts? Grandpa Zhao's last name was Zhao. Could this Zhao's martial arts be the Zhao family's secret? Wen Ziqing wasn't really a child. With a quick thought, he naturally understood what Zhao Qingshan meant.
"What are Grandpa Zhao's conditions?" Wen Ziqing asked.
Hey! He's taken the bait! Zhao Qingshan was secretly delighted.
"Ziqing~! Grandpa Zhao, I like your talent for learning martial arts very much, but unfortunately... my family has a martial arts tradition, and our ancestors have left a legacy that it cannot be passed on to outsiders except for the Zhao family members. Look at my granddaughter, she is so lovely and pretty. If you become a relative of the younger generation of my Zhao family, this family martial arts tradition will naturally..." Zhao Qingshan suddenly burst out with a series of exaggerated speeches.
"Grandpa Zhao, when sister Yuanyuan grows up, I am willing to marry her." Before Zhao Qingshan finished speaking, Wen Ziqing hurriedly expressed his opinion.
That's right! Why didn't he think of this before? Yuanyuan lived a miserable life in her previous life because she married a scumbag. If Yuanyuan could marry a husband who loved her when she grew up, wouldn't she be able to live a peaceful and happy life?
Wen Ziqing had been a promising young man in his previous life, and with the advantage of foresight after his rebirth, his current life should be no worse than his previous one. Wen Ziqing had never been married in his previous life, so he didn't know how to treat his wife. However, he believed that he would treat Yuanyuan well.
"You kid, you are not saying this because you are impressed by the old man's kung fu, are you? My little girl, Xiaojiu, deserves to be treated sincerely." Wen Ziqing agreed too quickly, and Zhao Qingshan felt a little dissatisfied again.
"Grandpa Zhao, I didn't do that. I didn't do that." Wen Ziqing was anxious. What did Grandpa Zhao think of him? He was willing to swear on his military status that he really wanted to be good to Sister Yuanyuan.
"Hahaha... Good! Good!" Zhao Qingshan was finally satisfied. He knew that his Xiaojiu was a good girl, and Ziqing had good taste!
"Okay, since you agreed, I have to tell your grandfather too. Boy, let's make it a deal." Zhao Qingshan rubbed his hands happily. After walking around the room twice, he planned to press on and call his old friend Wen Laodi directly to finalize the matter between Yuanyuan and Ziqing.
Zhao Qingshan’s wise words: Take what should be taken as soon as possible, otherwise things will change.
Qingshan City, Municipal Party Committee Staff Quarters.
Father Wen had just finished washing up and was about to sit down for breakfast. Plain porridge with steamed buns and a plate of hot and sour radish strips was the standard breakfast for the Wen family.
Before Father Wen could start eating, the phone rang.
"Secretary Wen, it's a call from Zhaojiagou." Aunt Liu, the nanny, put down the phone, stood up and said to Old Man Wen. The old man on the other end of the phone had a really loud voice, and it almost scared Aunt Liu.
Zhaojiagou? Could something have happened to Ziqing? Old Man Wen put down his chopsticks and scurried over to the phone with agility unbecoming of his age.
"Aunt Liu, next time you get a call like this, tell him to wait ten minutes before calling back. Really, he can't even have breakfast in peace." At the dinner table, Wen's mother said dissatisfiedly.
Those country folks are so clueless! Don't they know it's breakfast time? Why are they calling? Her husband, Wen, is a nostalgic man, but he shouldn't mess with it for no reason, right?
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