The deep conversation in the room ended. Most of the time, Zhao Yulin was listening and Zhou Yidian was talking.

The reason was simple. Zhao Yulin wanted to keep his temper and didn't want to talk much. Besides, he was not a talkative person.

But his few words became the key to the topic. In the end, he nodded in agreement, which made Zhou Yidian overjoyed.

"Since you want to keep it a secret, I won't force you to say it. But no matter what happens in the future, I hope that if I die one day, you can let your sister suffer less grievances." Zhao Yulin said.

"Brother-in-law, what are you talking about!"

Zhou Yidian waved his hands quickly, and was full of childishness: "It's unlucky to say that. We have to become rich people as partners in the future."

"Aren't you already a rich man now?" Zhao Yulin laughed and ridiculed.

The Zhou family is very wealthy. Even in Yanjing, where there are many noble families, they can still stand out. Naturally, they are considered a wealthy and prestigious family. Zhou

Yidian, who was born into such a family, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. If this is not called a rich man, then what is a rich man?

Zhou Yidian's smile hides bitterness, as if there are too many hardships that are hard to describe.

It is usually said that children of poor families have to take charge of the family early. With a family background that is second to none in Yanjing City, he should have done his best to be a prodigal son at his age, and while he is still young, he should be crazy and do as many things as possible to bully men and women. However, he began to make a living.

It is ridiculous to think about it.

The Zhou family has been thriving until now. By the time of Zhou Diandian, it is hard to count how many generations of wealth there are. In short, being a second-generation ancestor like him is a disgrace to the rich children in Yanjing.

Of course, it is hard to explain.

Zhao Yulin closed his eyes and continued to meditate to nourish his energy. After a while, his brother-in-law was really bored, so he went to play with the young ladies next door.

The four of them just happened to get together to play mahjong.

Zhao Yulin had extraordinary hearing ability. He vaguely heard the angry sound of Chen Siyao losing the card from behind the wall. He smiled, concentrated on meditation, and soon entered the mysterious realm of the evil dragon and evil ticket.

He was not asleep, but he was more sound than sleeping.

The golden dragon had disappeared in the golden world, leaving only a mark in the distant sky.

The mark looked unreal, like a phantom or a brand, with distorted light floating in the air.

Zhao Yulin was not unfamiliar with this. Although it seemed to be separated by the distance between the clouds and the dust, he could see clearly that the shape of the mark was the embarrassing scene of him being kicked in the crotch by Chen Siyao that morning.

The Humane Chapter included the Jue Hu Tiao Crotch Kick, and also expanded the fate to the sky.

Zhao Yulin couldn't bear to watch it, so he simply ordered the little man who transformed into consciousness to walk towards the edge of the golden world to see if there were any other discoveries.

...

The inheritor of ancient martial arts sounds like a very stupid title in modern society, but the concept is not made up out of thin air. After all, Zhao Yulin himself is one, and he has also seen many people in this field.

They are a group of people who study ancient fighting skills. There may be some differences in the names in different countries because the things they inherit are different.

In this circle of China, most of them inherit ancient martial arts. In addition to the signature core skills of each school, the most basic and important thing of real ancient martial arts is the internal strength that is cultivated in different ways. As

the old saying goes, "Practice the muscles, bones and skin outside, and practice the breath inside." The so-called internal strength refers to the breath. Those who cannot cultivate internal strength have worked hard for most of their lives and died in the training room.

As for how to control internal strength, its key points are recorded in the secret mental methods of each school. Even most factions, even how to cultivate internal strength must start with the mental method.

This is the case with the Eightfold Prajna that Feng Duanyun learned from the Yangdan House.

The old man only taught Zhao Yulin the Eightfold Strength of the Eightfold Prajna, which is the part for applying and strengthening the inner strength. He didn't even see a single word about the three core parts, such as the Prajna Condensation for refining the inner energy, the Light Body Art of Stepping on the Clouds, and the Qi Tracks of the Body. The

Light Body Art can be replaced by other light skills. As for refining the inner energy, fortunately Zhao Yulin is a natural martial artist with innate Xuanhuang Qi.

As for the Qi Tracks, it can only be learned from the secret manual of the mind method. Zhao Yulin didn't learn the mind method, so he doesn't have the Qi Tracks so far.

If he had, his strength would be at least 30% higher than it is now.

So he was thinking, since the Evil Dragon Evil Coupon is also a mind method, doesn't it have such an important secret as the Qi Tracks?

He wanted to search in this world, just like when he escaped into the golden light from the darkness and saw the golden dragon.

However, he was completely disappointed.

He walked alone in the golden light for a long time, but no matter how he moved forward, he was always just circling in the center of the golden world. The expected edge seemed to never appear.

"Oh my god, it's really endless!"

This feeling is actually very easy to understand. The earth is round. If a person stands on the plain and chases the horizon at the end of the sky, he will naturally never catch up in his lifetime.

Zhao Yulin frowned unhappily, opened his eyes, and withdrew his mind from the golden world. Only then did he find that the small town outside the window was already lit up by lights.

Night fell.

There was a wall clock hanging next to the balcony, and the time showed that it was eight o'clock in the evening.

He thought he had spent two or three hours at most, but in fact, during the time he was meditating, the minute hand turned a full eight times.

In the world of dreams, time always passes more slowly than in reality.

Zhao Yulin got up from the bed and knocked on the door of the next room. Four voices answered in unison, telling him that the door was not locked and he could just push it open. Mahjong

was being played vigorously in the room. Everyone had flowers painted and paper strips stuck on their faces, but Chen Siyao was undoubtedly the worst off. Her face, which was not big to begin with, was not enough to be covered with flowers and paper strips. She lifted up both sleeves and wrapped them with white paper like a mummy.

Zhao Yulin saw a strong unwillingness on the pretty face covered with ink and paper. She gritted her teeth and enjoyed the fight.

He really couldn't understand how a man who played cards so badly could have the courage to gamble.

"Aren't you hungry?" Zhao Yulin asked.

"No!"

The four people at the card table answered in unison.

"Have you eaten?" Zhao Yulin asked again. It was only eight o'clock now. These people shouldn't be so disloyal as to leave him alone and eat first.

"No, it's still early," said Sun Leling.

Chen Siyao showed extreme impatience to the messenger: "What's wrong with you not having a meal? You're eating again after you've digested what you ate at noon!"

"Brother-in-law, don't worry, let's play another eight rounds." Zhou Yi said.

It happened that Chen Siyao ordered the cannon, and this round was over. The dead man counted the accounts and pushed away the cards in his hand, and began to mess around. He quickly arranged the four-sided city, and then started to settle the accounts of the previous round.

Sun Leling's face had a strange pattern. Chen Siyao turned on the air conditioner, took off his coat and was left with a small vest, and a note was pasted on him when he vacated the place.

For some reason, Zhao Yulin couldn't control himself when he saw her in a vest. He wanted to pretend to be noble and leave this fragrant room, but he couldn't move his legs. He swallowed his saliva, closed the door, walked in, sat on the sofa and started watching the game. If

you don't take advantage of it, you're a bastard.

Even if it's just to satisfy your eyes?

Zhou Yidian, who is also a man and hasn't finished puberty yet, looks at Chen Siyao openly, without any romantic thoughts in his eyes.

"Brother-in-law, please hold Sister Siyao's arms. She's not lucky today. Just think of it as a change of feng shui." Zhou Yidian suddenly said this, and Zhao Yulin was so excited that he almost had a nosebleed.

"Bao Bang Zi" is a Sichuan dialect, which means something similar to "watching chess and cards". You can only watch one player's cards and give them advice. I don't know where my brother-in-law learned this "professional term" after just one day in Sichuan.

However, Chen Siyao has such a strong personality that asking someone to hug her arms is tantamount to showing weakness. Zhao Yulin thought she would definitely not do it, but he guessed wrong. Chen Siyao waved to him after hearing it: "Come on! I'm losing so badly!"

She patted her side, meaning that Zhao Yulin should sit next to her.

Maybe Zhou Yidian's words were very skillful, blaming the reason for losing the cards on luck. This kind of statement is indeed easy to convince people who play cards.

Chen Siyao naturally wouldn't think that she was bad at playing cards, so it was normal for her to enjoy it.

Zhao Yulin was somewhat tempted.

It was a not-so-long bench. Chen Siyao was a little narrow, and he wasn't wide either, so the two of them could sit easily.

However, if they really sat over, their bodies would seem to be too close...

Zhao Yulin looked at Sun Leling, the young lady's eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Then he looked at Zhou Caifeng, who was drinking water from a cup, with steam curling over her nose. She looked calm, and it was obvious that she didn't think much about it.

Or maybe she thought about it, but didn't mind.

Zhao Yulin suddenly felt that mature girls were really good. Although he had been instilled with the idea that a good man should be romantic since he was a child by old man Feng, his personal experience in recent years told him that it is not easy to realize a romantic dream in his youth, because most women in the world are not kind.

It is a blessing for any man to have such a generous and legitimate girlfriend.

He pretended to be reserved and walked slowly for a few steps, came to sit beside Chen Siyao, and before his buttocks sat down steadily, a burst of fragrance came faintly, entered his nostrils, and aroused his heart.

Some people say that women's body fragrance is marinated with cosmetics, but he obviously didn't see Chen Siyao wearing makeup very often, but the fragrance on her body was permeating.

And that kind of fragrance is very light, very comfortable to smell, and it doesn't sound like perfume.

In general, this bitch smells really good!

Zhao Yulin finally calmed down, his expression was not very intoxicated, he looked at Chen Siyao seriously while she was picking up the cards, he tried to glance at her neck from the corner of his eyes, but found nothing.

The vest is indeed cool, but it covers the parts that shouldn't be covered, it is wrapped very tightly.

Zhao Yulin was distressed, his eyes glanced at Chen Siyao's profile without letting anyone notice, and his heart seemed to be hit by something suddenly, and it was very agitated.

This time the little brother below was not ashamed, he didn't stand up to salute, but he was the one who was not ashamed, he was stunned.

Black hair, bright forehead, watery eyes, pink cheeks, jade neck, one shoulder.

Like the bright moon, as graceful as the spring snow.

Zhao Yulin was amazed by the face he had seen many times, even though it was covered with notes and scribbles.

The whiteness that remained revealed a breathtaking beauty.

Zhao Yulin couldn't help but sigh. It turned out that this woman was incredibly beautiful. Really.

Although he knew this a long time ago, he would be moved every time he stayed on that face for a few more seconds.

Fortunately, he collected himself very quickly, and his crazy look didn't catch the eyes of Sun Leling and Zhou Caifeng.