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In an instant, three months passed like quicksand between fingers.

Facing the rising sun, Yang Ming ran along the intestine path, bare feet, and the little man carrying a heavy object similar to a tortoise shell in the morning light.

When Yang Ming watched Dragon Ball, he was fascinated by the training method of the turtle fairy. During these three months, he has been carrying the fifty-pound tortoise shell for weight training. Although it is very hard, it has achieved results. Brilliant.

Sweat oozes out of Yang Ming's skin like syrup, and heavy gasps erupt from his nostrils.

Yang Ming did not become arrogant and complacent because he had awakened his martial soul, but instead had stricter demands on himself.

Time belongs to the endeavors!

Yang Ming didn't dare to slack in the slightest, squeezing every minute and every second, trying hard to improve himself.

After three months of exercise, he has grown a little bit taller than before. The six-year-old child is already 1.2 meters tall, like a half-old adult.

Sweat flows through the strong muscles, shining brightly in the sun, full of sunshine beauty.

A pair of eagle-like star eyes, sharp eyes, impressive.

After running 10 kilometers in the morning, Yang Ming continued to do push-ups and sit-ups. After completing each movement 100 times, he practiced his marksmanship one by one to maximize his body's potential.

The tip of the gun was trembling, and with the scream of cutting through the air, Yang Ming danced out a few spears.

Over the past few days, Yang Ming has thoroughly digested Han Xin and Zhao Yun's experience with guns. Every time a gun is fired, the waist, shoulders and arms are exerted very smoothly, and the demeanor of everyone is revealed in each move.

Wiping the sweat from his chin, Yang Ming looked at the long spear in his hand. It was a pity that this was just an ordinary weapon. If it were the Hextech spear blade in the League of Legends, it would be perfect.

Putting away the spear, Yang Ming ran back to the village home.

Not surprisingly, when he returned home, Tang San had already arrived early in the morning.

Because today is the day they set off for Notting City Junior College.

The village elder Jack walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate of freshly baked bread. Seeing Yang Ming's sweaty face, his complexion was constricted, his middle finger and thumb interlocked, he flicked Yang Ming's wet forehead and said:

"You skin monkey, every time you come back, you're all dirty. Don't hurry up to take a bath. If it's late, the bread will be cold."

"Oh."

Yang Ming was so tired that he didn't want to speak, so he simply responded and rushed into the bathroom.

Old Jack stayed, greeted Tang San enthusiastically, handed him the bread, and said with a smile:

"San'er, your dad probably didn't make breakfast for you. When you come to my house, you don't have to be polite to me. Come and taste the bread I made. Is it delicious?"

Tang San originally wanted to decline, but seeing the village chief's resolute attitude, he had to accept it, eating bread in small mouthfuls.

Not to mention, although Yang Ming is not the grandson of old Jack, he was adopted, but in order to take care of Yang Ming, old Jack has practiced some cooking skills. The bread is very fluffy and tastes great.

Seeing that Tang San was fairly satisfied with his food, the smile on the corner of Old Jack's mouth deepened.

"San'er, I want to tell you something."

"Huh?" Tang San looked at the old village chief in confusion.Seven Realms Novel Network www.7jie.com

"San'er, after Yang Ming went to Notting City Junior College with you today, I hope that, because you and Yang Ming grew up together, if there are students in the college bullying Yang Ming, or the teacher is not good If you teach Yang Ming, I hope you can help to prevent Yang Ming from being bullied by outsiders."

Yang Ming had already finished the shower, and when he walked to the bathroom door, he happened to hear his grandfather old Jack tell Tang San like this.

Yang Ming felt hot, knowing that this was because he was young and was born in a rural area. Grandpa was afraid that he would suffer from living in a big city outside and would be isolated and bullied by the people in the city, so he asked Tang San to do this.

Clenching his fist secretly, Yang Ming said in his heart:

"Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely stand out outside and return to the village with glory!"

The door opened, Yang Ming walked out of the bathroom, and Old Jack closed his mouth in due course.

He wants to establish his grandfather's majestic image in front of his grandson!

From the stern face of old Jack, it was not obvious that he would have said that just now.

Old Jack picked up his chopsticks and knocked on the corner of the table, and said to Yang Ming:

"Hurry up and eat breakfast, we will set off into the city after eating."

Yang Ming's little chicken nodded like a rice peck, opened the table and chair and sat down, biting on the bread, the rich feeling immediately filled his mouth.

Taking advantage of this period of time, Old Jack taught Yang Ming and Tang San something to prevent them from becoming a soil bun in the city, knowing nothing.

"The Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy you are going to teaches some basic things, and there are some cultural courses to learn. Only children who have just awakened from Wuhun are accepted as students. The school system is six years. At the age of two, if there is no future, that is to be an ordinary soul master. But if the potential is good, most people will choose to go to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy for further study and study until the age of 18."

Old Jack glanced at Yang Ming and Tang San, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"You two belong to the ranks of geniuses. You don't need to take these things into your heart. I just hope that you don't be naughty in school, you can study earnestly, listen to the teacher, and love your classmates. Have you heard clearly? ?"

Yang Ming and Tang San said in unison: "Listen clearly."

Seeing that Yang Ming and Tang San had eaten almost the same, Old Jack cleaned up the tableware and led them out of the room.

Yang Ming and Tang San are both geniuses. In order to avoid the two being too tired on the road, Old Jack also rented a carriage specially, and now the carriage stopped at the door.

Yang Ming and Tang San stepped into the carriage one after another. Old Jack was the coachman himself. With a whip, the horse shook its head, raised its four hooves, and left towards the end of the village.

Lifting the curtains, Yang Ming looked at the scenery outside the window and kept moving backwards.

On both sides of the road, villagers who have heard the news have already arrived.

The villagers liked Yang Ming very much, especially Yang Ming, who dared to question Su Yuntao's horse riding in the street some time ago, gave the villagers the hope that Yang Ming would succeed.

The villagers raised their hands to say goodbye to Yang Ming, and some even yelled, saying:

"Yang Ming, study hard in school, when you come back, I will marry you my baby girl like a flower!"

flowery?

In Yang Ming's mind, the face of a boy with a female body suddenly appeared, with a ponytail, applying rouge powder, and clasping his nostrils, a girl who was aging before she was old.

Yang Ming had a terrible cold and hurriedly retracted his head from the window into the carriage.

Upon seeing this, the villagers burst into laughter.

The whole village is filled with a festive atmosphere.