Zhao Xing was happy, but Mrs. Cai was not happy.

She really wanted to hide the meat and eat it next time, but she had already put it in the pot and couldn't take it out again. She just put more meat in it, otherwise Zheng'er wouldn't be full. The child had already started practicing.

Nutrition needs to keep up.

"Eat, eat, eat, you idiot." Mrs. Cai stared fiercely into the pot and knocked the chopping board, as if the piece of meat was Zhao Xing.

The noise in the kitchen became obviously louder, but no one noticed it.

Because Zhao Ruide is taking Zhao Zheng to practice martial arts in the courtyard.

He was doing the Zhuang Kung Fu, and he didn't know how long he stood there, still motionless, like a green pine.

Although he is nearly 60 years old, his breathing is still long, his qi and blood are like mercury, and his vitality is much richer than Zhao Xing.

"Sitting Mountain Kung Fu, standing on a stance is like sitting on a mountain. This is barely a third-grade martial artist's stance technique, but it feels like it has been practiced to a high-grade level. It seems that as long as you practice it long enough, small spells can have great power."

Zhao Xing thought to himself.

Whether it's martial arts or spells, you can break through the inherent level and create new insights. It can be said that there is no limit.

Of course, this situation is rare in this version. First, there are many ways to obtain spells and martial arts. After reaching the '9th level' (full proficiency), you will basically choose more advanced ones to practice. Second, there are restrictions in the rules of heaven and earth.

, if it is a recovery version, this situation will become common.

Zhao Ruide was doing his pricking seriously, his posture was straight, and he was breathing heavily, while Zhao Zheng beside him was carefree.

Sometimes he moves his legs, sometimes twists his waist, and sometimes scratches his head and head, but his mind is not on this at all.

When he saw Zhao Xing coming back, his eyes immediately lit up. He seemed to have finally found a reason not to practice: "Brother is back! Brother! Father, you guys talk! I'll prepare towels for you!"

This little devil doesn't really like him, he just wants to avoid practicing martial arts!

Now even if I bring a dog over, he can still call me brother. This little guy is so good!

After that, he got up and ran away.

"Come back! Who told you to move?!" Zhao Ruide shouted.

Zhao Zheng ran away with a smile on his face, not taking Zhao Ruide's words seriously at all.

Zhao Xing was also amused when he saw this. Few fathers teach their sons how to practice martial arts, because they are reluctant to take heavy blows. What's more, Zhao Ruide has a son for a long time, and he dotes on Zhao Zheng. He can only say a few harsh words, but he is still practicing.

?

"Zhao Zheng, come here."

"Ah? Brother..." Zhao Zheng stood there, a little confused.

"One, two~~"

"Coming, coming!" Zhao Zheng was excited and ran over immediately.

"Father didn't even say it's over, why are you running? Keep standing!"

Zhao Zheng's little face suddenly fell down, his brows drooped, and he stood reluctantly next to Zhao Ruide.

"Bend your knees, hold your chest up, and straighten your hands!" Zhao Xing kicked Zhao Zheng's leg unceremoniously.

"Stand still, brother, I'll stand still." Zhao Zheng didn't dare to get angry and showed a flattering smile.

Zhao Ruide just pretended not to see his youngest son's worthless appearance.

But this cannot be blamed on Zhao Zheng.

He has a doting mother and a pampered father, so even if he makes a mistake and is naughty, he never actually hits him.

Only this big brother was different. It was a real beating, and it hurt no matter what.

When I complained to my father, he still only said a few words.

I sued my mother, but she couldn't even accuse him!

Although there is no blood relationship, there is a feeling of blood suppression.

As a result, when Zhao Zheng saw Zhao Xing, he behaved like a quail.

Dinner was eaten in the courtyard. Zhao Ruide was not too particular about it. Mrs. Cai was a singer, so she didn't care about these little details. It was cool in the courtyard, so she could eat in the courtyard.

With Zhao Xing here, Zhao Zheng behaved a lot when eating, but after eating for a while he still couldn't sit still: "Mom, I'm hot."

Although he was talking to Mrs. Cai, Zhao Zheng's eyes looked at his elder brother expectantly.

"Mom, give you a fan." Mrs. Cai immediately put down her chopsticks and went to get the cattail fan.

"No need to go to such trouble." Zhao Xing stretched out his hand, and dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, just covering the sunset.

At the same time, there was a refreshing breeze, and Zhao Zheng's eyes sparkled when he saw this scene.

Even Zhao Ruide was a little surprised: "Has the wind picked up already? The clouds have gotten a lot bigger."

Zhao Xing nodded and said: "There has been some progress recently."

Not only has there been some progress, Zhao Xing's current [Xingyun] proficiency has exceeded 5000. In expert terms, it means the fifth level of Xingyun, which can cover five thousand meters.

Zhao Ruide is knowledgeable. He clearly feels the progress of the magic. At the same time, looking at the appearance of his adopted son, this understatement is very different from before.

"Is there any hope of getting elected this year?"

Zhao Xing put down his bowl and chopsticks: "80% sure."

Zhao Ruide asked: "What 20% are still missing?"

Zhao Xing thought: "A good teacher, a recommender."

Although Xue Wenzhong agreed to accept him as his disciple, he had not made his apprenticeship public after all. It is unknown how vigorously Old Sinong would recommend him. In addition, Old Sinong alone may not be enough.

Recruitment mainly depends on assessment, but recommendations also account for some weight, especially when several people's scores are tied or about the same.

Zhao Ruide nodded and did not ask any more questions.

But in the next few days, Zhao Xing found that the food at home suddenly went up a notch, and most of it was food that nourished vitality.

As the agricultural supervisor, Zhao Xing had already arrived at Xue Wenzhong's Huailiu Courtyard when the sky was slightly bright.

"Boom~" "Boom!"

A dark cloud, only three meters square, hovered five meters above Zhao Xing's head.

The sound of thunder was endless, and the light of lightning made Zhao Xing's face flicker.

After a while, the dark clouds dispersed.

Zhao Xing looked at the panel.

[Thunder: Elementary Spell]

【Progress:(3005/9999)】

[Effect: Place the moving cloud in front and thunder can be heard in the clouds. 】

"The thunder has already reached its third turn, and its power is getting stronger and stronger. Old Sinong is really a treasure." Zhao Xing couldn't help but sigh.

He just learned [Thunder] a few days ago, and it has already changed three times in a few days.

In addition to the blessings of Dao embryo pills and luck, Xue Wenzhong's exclusive guidance is also a big help for making such rapid progress.

For example, just now, Xue Wenzhong asked him to control [Xingyun] to about three meters, and then cast [Thunder]. This method of casting is a test of control, but the training effect is very great.

In other words, proficiency gives a lot!

"The clouds are moving in the palm of my hand, and the three-foot thunder from the sky is what I figured out myself." In Xue Wenzhong's palm, clouds appeared, and thunder snakes rolled in them.

"Everyone can learn the methods taught by the imperial court, but finding the best, best, and most suitable method of casting them is called 'skill'."

"Think about it carefully. You will be thinking and practicing in the backyard in the morning. After the lecture, I will come to check from time to time. I heard that you got the top grade in the Xiaoshu test a few days ago. Don't be proud. You and the best in other hospitals are still good.

There is a huge gap, all of the thirty people on the A list are better than you."

"Yes, students, please remember this." Zhao Xing bowed his hand.
Chapter completed!