Lin Xiangwu raised his hand and said, "The lamp burns at midnight and the rooster crows at dawn; this is the time for a man to study. Yesterday, Zheyun asked me to teach him martial arts, and now is the perfect time."
Lin Xiangwu went to the room of the second brother, Lin Zheyun, and pulled him out of bed.
"Grandpa?" Lin Zheyun was quite happy to see that it was his new ghost grandpa, and his face lit up.
"Get up, now is the perfect time to practice." Lin Xiangwu's voice was calm and collected, giving people a sense of inexplicable trust, and it sounded like the demeanor of a master.
"Oh, I'll be right there!" Lin Zheyun was incredibly excited, feeling that her grandfather was definitely much more capable than her father!
What an imposing presence!
While it may not be able to sweep through an entire army, it can certainly dominate the battlefield and overwhelm the enemy with its momentum.
We absolutely must learn!
Lin Zheyun casually picked out a piece of clothing and put it on before following his grandfather to the courtyard to practice his martial arts.
Lin Xiangwu used to train soldiers in the army, but now, considering that his second grandson is still young, he has halved the training in the army.
In his mind, he was already treating his second grandson very well.
But Lin Zheyun looked at him tremblingly.
"Grandpa, this is too difficult! I can't do it!"
"Grandpa, I'm not going to make it, I'm going to be useless..."
"Waaah... Grandpa, are you really my real grandpa?" Lin Zheyun's eyes were filled with tears, but his grandfather was ruthless and didn't give him a chance to relax.
Lin Zheyun could only regret it in his heart. His grandfather was indeed more powerful than his father, but no one had ever told him that his grandfather's training was also more serious and more difficult!
Lin Weiming followed behind and saw his son's legs going weak from the training. He couldn't help but chuckle. Afraid of disturbing the grandfather and grandson, he quickly hid behind a pillar.
He was laughing, and then tears started streaming down his face.
His kung fu is far inferior to his father's.
Because he only had vague memories of his father before he was five years old, he tried desperately to master every move his father taught him, but he couldn't escape the passage of time and eventually forgot them.
Now it felt like he was being attacked again by those dead memories, and his eyes stung with pain.
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