Legend of Ling Tian Chapter 67: Early morning request

　　

　　 half a month is very fast. It almost passed by in a flash. The body of the thirty-six Jagged Guards was almost obviously sturdy. Even Ling Jian, who had been running with everyone, had a thin body that was now clearly stronger.

　　 And Ling Jian's performance in these days has also made the Jagged Guards look at him with admiration. With Ling Jian's original physique, not to mention it was eighty li, or forty li, that was also very reluctant. During the training on the first day, Ling Jian ran out of energy and fainted before halfway through the race. A Jagged Guard picked him up and threw him on his back, and ran for a while behind his back. Unexpectedly, after Ling Jian woke up, he had to go and run by himself, even kicking and biting. It didn't take long to run and fainted again.

　　 For half a month, the Iron Blood Guards didn’t know how many times they had seen Ling Jian fainted, but the young man’s nerves turned out to be like a cast of steel, and he fainted silently. When he woke up, he continued to run silently.

　　 Thirty-six Jagged Guards are all iron feet trained on the march all the year round. As long as the physical strength can keep up, there is no problem with the feet. But Ling Jian was different. After all, he was just an eight or nine-year-old child, and his skin was still very delicate. On the first day of running, dense blood blisters formed on his feet, some of which were worn out and bloody. Even the Iron Guard who helped him deal with the blood blisters couldn't help his scalp tingling when he saw it. But this stubborn boy still appeared in the queue when he ran the next day, and then fainted, wore new blood blisters, and wore them again...

　　 At the beginning, the Iron Blood Guards were still quite dissatisfied with Ling Tian's dropping the child in the team. Is it obviously a burden? But afterwards, this contempt has turned into sincere admiration from the bottom of my heart!

　　 Ling Jian from start to finish, or fainted, or his feet were dripping with blood, but he never hummed! Never cried once! Every time it was silently chasing everyone's footsteps, without admitting defeat.

After 　　, there was such a peculiar situation. Once some Jagged Guards were exhausted and wanted to be lazy, as long as they saw Ling Jian’s thin figure, they immediately felt ashamed from the bottom of my heart, and they were greatly improved. The training speed of everyone!

　　In the early morning, the sky is twilight. Ling Tian sat quietly at the stone table in his campus, satiated with his hands, silently thinking about his thoughts.

　　 The youngest of the thirty-six Jagged Guards has passed the age of twenty, and has already passed the best age for martial arts. Wanting them to practice inner family skills is undoubtedly a fantasy. Ling Tian searched for it for a long time, only to find out from his memory a kind of foreign hard work similar to a golden bell and iron cloth shirt. Ready to teach to the Jagged Guards. Since you have to work hard with yourself for a long time in the future, you can't do without improving your strength.

　　 Regarding the martial arts of the Iron Blood Guards, Ling Tian felt a headache. These guys have basically no routines at present, and they are all instincts learned from the battlefield. Ling Tian thought about it, if only to teach them martial arts suitable for slashing and killing on the battlefield, then if they fight alone in the arena, then they will definitely suffer. If you teach two sets of martial arts at the same time, look at the elm heads of these guys, God knows what they will learn!

　　While thinking, there was the sound of small footsteps behind him, and then a thick cloak was draped over him. A gentle, tender and a little nervous voice sounded: "Master, be careful of colds."

　　 Ling Tian smiled gently, turned his head, and appeared in front of him is a delicate girl with small red lips, straight Qiong nose, and big eyes like two deep lakes. At the end, you can directly photograph your own figure from it, without any impurities. It was wee hours. Since the little girl was brought back to the mansion by Ling Tian, ​​her nutrition has gradually kept up, her face has become ruddy, and her body has become much stronger.

　　 Ling Tian smiled, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to grab the small hand that was exposed in the early morning, and said: "Chen'er, why is it so early? The body has not recovered well, so I should take a good rest."

　　 Wee Chen lowered her eyes shyly and looked at the palm of her hand that was holding her little hand. There was still a trace of restraint in her voice: "Chen'er, don't worry about being here alone, it's cold!"

　　 Ling Tian gently brushed the messy hair on her forehead, and said softly: "I'm in good health, it's okay. You go back and sleep for a while, it's still early."

　　 Actually, Ling Tian’s age is one or two years younger than that in the early morning, but somehow, every time Ling Tian sees this poor girl, there is always a desire to comfort and love as an elder. a feeling of.

　　 biting his red lips in the early morning, it seemed that he hesitated for a long time, and then said timidly: "My son, let Chen'er follow Ling Jian and the others to train?"

　　 Ling Tian couldn't help but startled, and said: "Why do you think so?"

　　 lowered his head in the early morning and muttered: "I know that the son trains them so that they can contribute to the son in the future and do great things. Chen'er also wants to help the son. Please let the son agree?"

　　 Ling Tian smiled and said: "Chen'er, martial arts training is very hard. I'm afraid you can't stand it."

　　 Wee Chen raised her head stubbornly, with a firm expression in her big beautiful eyes: "Ling Jian can bear it, Chen'er will definitely be able to bear it. Chen'er is not afraid of hardship, as long as he can help the son, Chen'er is willing to do anything."

　　 Ling Tian hehe smiled, squeezed her little face, and said: "Okay, I will make an exception for my Chener. Well, when I think about it, what should I teach Chener Is your skill good?"

　　 was overjoyed in the early morning, raised his little face, and said: "The son had better teach Chen'er the most powerful kung fu, and Chen'er had to defeat Ling Jian."

　　 Ling Tian laughed for a while, and said: "Okay, I will make you stronger than Ling Jian. However, Chen'er, in my son, once it starts, there is no turning back. I don’t like to give up halfway. People."

　　 Wee Chen firmly said: "Don't worry, my son, Chen'er must work harder than Ling Jian."

　　 Ling Tian gave a chuckle, but his head turned quickly. What should I teach early morning? My own amazing dragon skills are not suitable for women's cultivation, it is definitely not. As for the golden bells and iron cloth shirts... it is even more nonsense. How can a girl practice that kind of kungfu? Then, there is only one kind that can be suitable for women's cultivation, and that is the cold ice magic practiced by Ling Xueer in the previous life. Thinking of Ling Xue'er, Ling Tian felt a trance, and another throb.

　　 After a while, Fang said: "Chen'er, come here, I will touch Mogu for you."

　　 Wee greeted, and the small body leaned on Ling Tian.

　　 The so-called "mogu" is a procedure required by the ancient Chinese martial arts school every time before accepting an apprentice, that is, to check whether a person's talent is suitable for practicing this martial arts.

　　 For example, some people’s bodies are inherently uncoordinated, and other people can easily perform actions, but they are not standard in any way. This is not something that can be compensated by hard work, but a person's talent.

　　 is like the current Chinese sports. Among them, gymnastics and other sports that require a high degree of physical flexibility, most of the athletes who can get the gold medal are basically athletes from the south, and the northerners rarely see it. Able to practice gymnastics to the top in the world. This is not to say that northerners do not work hard, nor does it mean that northerners are inferior to southerners. It is a congenital problem. It has a lot to do with the environment in which a person grows. The climate in the south is humid, while the air in the north is dry and bitter. Even if it is distinguished from the appearance of ~IndoMTL.com~Northerners and Southers. The physical coordination of the southerners is generally better than that of the northerners, and the skin is generally much more delicate than that of the northerners. However, the physical quality and physique of the northerners are generally much stronger than that of the southerners. Geography, climate, daily food, etc. determine all this. Therefore, for some projects that require a lot of physical energy, it is the northerners who basically shine.

　　 Ling Tian’s eyes are slightly closed, and his hands are walking around in the early morning. The internal force contained in it will follow the movement of the palms to detect the bone distribution in every part of the body in the early morning.

　　 After some detection, Ling Tian was surprised. This little girl's talent was much higher than she had expected, not even inferior to Ling Jian. If Ling Tian was carefully trained, she would be a terrifying existence again in the near future.

　　 Thinking of these things in his heart, Ling Tian couldn't help but feel a little lost, and he didn't even hear the footsteps coming to the courtyard gate.

　　 "Ah—" A loud scream sounded at the gate of the courtyard without warning! The voice was full of surprise and unbelievable meaning!

　　 Ling Tian was taken aback, and hurriedly looked back, only to see a few people standing in front of the courtyard.

　　Ling Xiao and his wife, Lingkong and his son, beside Ling Tian's noble concubine, Ling Ran, were covering their red lips with one hand, looking at themselves in surprise. The expressions on the faces of several people were exactly the same, with their mouths wide open, staring at both of them dumbfounded.

　　 At this moment, the movements between Ling Tian and Wee Morning look extremely warm to outsiders. Ling Tian hugged Wee Chen tightly in his arms, walking up and down with his hands on Wee Chen, his eyes squinted slightly, as if very intoxicated. And in the early morning, the face was full of crimson, close to Ling Tian's arms...