Chapter 1240
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"Oh? And that?"
Liu Zhengyang was also surprised.
The so-called preaching is almost no different from worshiping teachers! Now Liu Zhengyang's strength is absolutely the strongest in the whole country, and even the known martial arts.
Who doesn't want to have such a powerful master?
In the withered wood sect, having completed this condition is basically entering the sequence of self handed disciples of the withered wood sect!
"What's the man's name?"
"Zu Qingxin!"
Old bamboo echoed.
Liu Zhengyang suddenly remembered a child. At that time, he practiced meticulously in the corner of the practice square in the withered wood sect.
Although his face was covered with sweat, his eyes were full of perseverance.
It left a deep impression on Liu Zhengyang who was looking for it at that time.
It's just that at that time, there were children similar to Zu Qing's new practice. Although they were young, they all knew what it meant to be a pro disciple of the withered wood sect!
"Since Zu Qingxin has fulfilled my demands, I naturally have to fulfill my commitments."
Liu Zhengyang nodded.
In the dead wood sect, children's voices are boiling.
There are special private schools here. In addition to teaching them Kung Fu, they will also give them some principles of life.
If we only pay attention to the strength of disciples unilaterally without paying attention to their character cultivation, it is the work of the devil.
Zhu Lao and others will not ignore the details in this regard.
Although Zu Qingxin is young, his temperament is quite calm, which is still quite rare among children.
He is not from Tiannan Province, but an orphan who escaped from Haifeng province.
Having seen the human tragedy in Tiannan Province, he came to Tiannan province and was lucky to be accepted as a disciple by the withered wood sect. Zu Qingxin gritted his teeth early almost every day and worked hard to improve himself.
Sweat and his own talent brought him to this step.
"Xiao Xin! I heard that Liu is in charge today!"
A teenager came to Zu Qingxin's side. The two sides were very familiar with each other. The teenager did not hesitate to slap Zu Qingxin on the shoulder.
A bright smiling face appeared in front of Zu Qingxin.
Zu Qingxin, who had always looked tough, flashed a helpless color on his face, but it was a young man after all. When he learned that his idol had come back, Zu Qingxin flashed a look of expectation on his face: "Pang Feng, how do you know? Did someone tell you?"
"Hey, hey, how can this kind of thing defeat me?"
Pang Feng is a well-known informer of the deadwood sect.
Different from Zu Qingxin's resolute temperament, Pang Feng has an unspeakable sense of freedom.
It is the so-called three-year-old to see the old. At present, these two people with different natures can become such familiar friends. It is estimated that many people don't understand why.
"But I said Xiaoxin, this time you are sure to get the guidance of Liu Zhizhang! Why are you still practicing basic skills here?"
Pang Feng asked curiously.
"Did I give up the day class just because Liu Zhizhang wanted to instruct me? The elder said that practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat!"
Zu Qingxin shook his head solemnly and said.
"I really convinced you!"
Pang Feng also knew Zu Qingxin's temper very well. He shook his head and said, "don't you know what it means to be instructed by Liu?"
"That's the symbol of our Tiannan province! In the future, Xiaoxin, you follow Liu zhishou, don't forget me!"
Pang Feng's face flashed a look of longing.
In other words, who in Tiannan province doesn't care about becoming Liu's disciple? No one!
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"Oh? And that?"
Liu Zhengyang was also surprised.
The so-called preaching is almost no different from worshiping teachers! Now Liu Zhengyang's strength is absolutely the strongest in the whole country, and even the known martial arts.
Who doesn't want to have such a powerful master?
In the withered wood sect, having completed this condition is basically entering the sequence of self handed disciples of the withered wood sect!
"What's the man's name?"
"Zu Qingxin!"
Old bamboo echoed.
Liu Zhengyang suddenly remembered a child. At that time, he practiced meticulously in the corner of the practice square in the withered wood sect.
Although his face was covered with sweat, his eyes were full of perseverance.
It left a deep impression on Liu Zhengyang who was looking for it at that time.
It's just that at that time, there were children similar to Zu Qing's new practice. Although they were young, they all knew what it meant to be a pro disciple of the withered wood sect!
"Since Zu Qingxin has fulfilled my demands, I naturally have to fulfill my commitments."
Liu Zhengyang nodded.
In the dead wood sect, children's voices are boiling.
There are special private schools here. In addition to teaching them Kung Fu, they will also give them some principles of life.
If we only pay attention to the strength of disciples unilaterally without paying attention to their character cultivation, it is the work of the devil.
Zhu Lao and others will not ignore the details in this regard.
Although Zu Qingxin is young, his temperament is quite calm, which is still quite rare among children.
He is not from Tiannan Province, but an orphan who escaped from Haifeng province.
Having seen the human tragedy in Tiannan Province, he came to Tiannan province and was lucky to be accepted as a disciple by the withered wood sect. Zu Qingxin gritted his teeth early almost every day and worked hard to improve himself.
Sweat and his own talent brought him to this step.
"Xiao Xin! I heard that Liu is in charge today!"
A teenager came to Zu Qingxin's side. The two sides were very familiar with each other. The teenager did not hesitate to slap Zu Qingxin on the shoulder.
A bright smiling face appeared in front of Zu Qingxin.
Zu Qingxin, who had always looked tough, flashed a helpless color on his face, but it was a young man after all. When he learned that his idol had come back, Zu Qingxin flashed a look of expectation on his face: "Pang Feng, how do you know? Did someone tell you?"
"Hey, hey, how can this kind of thing defeat me?"
Pang Feng is a well-known informer of the deadwood sect.
Different from Zu Qingxin's resolute temperament, Pang Feng has an unspeakable sense of freedom.
It is the so-called three-year-old to see the old. At present, these two people with different natures can become such familiar friends. It is estimated that many people don't understand why.
"But I said Xiaoxin, this time you are sure to get the guidance of Liu Zhizhang! Why are you still practicing basic skills here?"
Pang Feng asked curiously.
"Did I give up the day class just because Liu Zhizhang wanted to instruct me? The elder said that practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat!"
Zu Qingxin shook his head solemnly and said.
"I really convinced you!"
Pang Feng also knew Zu Qingxin's temper very well. He shook his head and said, "don't you know what it means to be instructed by Liu?"
"That's the symbol of our Tiannan province! In the future, Xiaoxin, you follow Liu zhishou, don't forget me!"
Pang Feng's face flashed a look of longing.
In other words, who in Tiannan province doesn't care about becoming Liu's disciple? No one!
"Oh? And that?"Liu Zhengyang was also surprised.The so-called preaching is almost no different from worshiping teachers! Now Liu Zhengyang's strength is absolutely the strongest in the whole country, and even the known martial arts.Who doesn't want to have such a powerful master?In the withered wood sect, having completed this condition is basically entering the sequence of self handed disciples of the withered wood sect!"What's the man's name?""Zu Qingxin!"Old bamboo echoed.Liu Zhengyang suddenly remembered a child. At that time, he practiced meticulously in the corner of the practice square in the withered wood sect.Although his face was covered with sweat, his eyes were full of perseverance.It left a deep impression on Liu Zhengyang who was looking for it at that time.It's just that at that time, there were children similar to Zu Qing's new practice. Although they were young, they all knew what it meant to be a pro disciple of the withered wood sect!"Since Zu Qingxin has fulfilled my demands, I naturally have to fulfill my commitments."Liu Zhengyang nodded.In the dead wood sect, children's voices are boiling.There are special private schools here. In addition to teaching them Kung Fu, they will also give them some principles of life.If we only pay attention to the strength of disciples unilaterally without paying attention to their character cultivation, it is the work of the devil.Zhu Lao and others will not ignore the details in this regard.Although Zu Qingxin is young, his temperament is quite calm, which is still quite rare among children.He is not from Tiannan Province, but an orphan who escaped from Haifeng province.Having seen the human tragedy in Tiannan Province, he came to Tiannan province and was lucky to be accepted as a disciple by the withered wood sect. Zu Qingxin gritted his teeth early almost every day and worked hard to improve himself.Sweat and his own talent brought him to this step."Xiao Xin! I heard that Liu is in charge today!"A teenager came to Zu Qingxin's side. The two sides were very familiar with each other. The teenager did not hesitate to slap Zu Qingxin on the shoulder.A bright smiling face appeared in front of Zu Qingxin.Zu Qingxin, who had always looked tough, flashed a helpless color on his face, but it was a young man after all. When he learned that his idol had come back, Zu Qingxin flashed a look of expectation on his face: "Pang Feng, how do you know? Did someone tell you?""Hey, hey, how can this kind of thing defeat me?"Pang Feng is a well-known informer of the deadwood sect.Different from Zu Qingxin's resolute temperament, Pang Feng has an unspeakable sense of freedom.It is the so-called three-year-old to see the old. At present, these two people with different natures can become such familiar friends. It is estimated that many people don't understand why."But I said Xiaoxin, this time you are sure to get the guidance of Liu Zhizhang! Why are you still practicing basic skills here?"Pang Feng asked curiously."Did I give up the day class just because Liu Zhizhang wanted to instruct me? The elder said that practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat!"Zu Qingxin shook his head solemnly and said."I really convinced you!"Pang Feng also knew Zu Qingxin's temper very well. He shook his head and said, "don't you know what it means to be instructed by Liu?""That's the symbol of our Tiannan province! In the future, Xiaoxin, you follow Liu zhishou, don't forget me!"Pang Feng's face flashed a look of longing.In other words, who in Tiannan province doesn't care about becoming Liu's disciple? No one!
