Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Ancient martial arts family? What kind of existence is this? Song Qiming muttered to himself.

He only knew that there was a Xuanmen family in this world, and his mother said that he was the most powerful member of the Song family in the Xuanmen family.

However, they have a grudge against the Song family, and they are mortal enemies.

So he couldn't appear in any place where he might be discovered by the Song family.

For this reason, he never went to school and rarely went out.

Whether it was metaphysics or studying, his mother taught him at home.

Even the place where they live is a slum.

The market was so dirty and messy that no one with a little money would want to set foot in that area.

"Ancient martial arts family? What ancient martial arts family sounds so powerful." Song Qiming responded to his curiosity in time.

He just wanted to stay with this big brother for a while longer.

But he also knew that Jiang Zhiyi was bragging. He had just seen clearly that the two men who robbed him were knocked unconscious by bricks.

"Hey, Xiao Ming, I'm telling you in secret, don't tell anyone else." Jiang Zhiyi said with a mysterious and serious look:

"Ancient martial arts is a school of practice that has long since disappeared in the long river of history.

A training method that combines self-cultivation, fitness and self-defense very well.

Ancient martial arts levels are divided into Tiandi Xuanhuang, Tiandi Xuanhuang and each of them is divided into twelve levels.

With each level up, your physical fitness will also improve.

If one cultivates to the Heavenly Level, he will be comparable to a terrestrial immortal and can live up to two hundred years."

Looking at Song Qiming's pupils slightly widened in shock, Jiang Zhiyi was very satisfied.

good very good.

He continued, "Xiao Ming, actually, I wanted to take you in as my disciple because I saw that you have extraordinary bones.

Nowadays, ancient martial arts are declining in society, and I am the only secret successor left in the ancient martial arts school.

The inheritance cannot be broken with me."

At the end of his speech, Jiang Zhiyi sighed and felt depressed and sad.

In the system space, looking at the introduction of ancient martial arts on the big screen, 5836 was full of admiration for Jiang Zhiyi.

All the information about ancient martial arts is still the setting in this small world novel.

It was actually perfectly performed by his host.

The key point is that he saw through Jiang Zhiyi that Song Qiming believed it.

ah ah ah...

I have a headache, as if I'm going to grow a chip in my brain.

Protagonist, do you know that Fang Tiandao is so easy to deceive?

That’s right, Song Qiming is the protagonist of this small world.

Depend on!

5836 doesn’t want to think about anything now.

Make money day by day.

"Brother Zhiyi wants to take me in as his successor?"

Song Qiming asked cautiously.

It was as if he was afraid that a loud noise would ruin this great opportunity.

He was the only one who despised himself in his heart.

I have read this novel about ancient martial arts.

Even the setting that Jiang Zhiyi mentioned about the heavenly-level lifespan reaching 200 years is exactly the same.

He didn't know why Jiang Zhiyi insisted on giving it to him, and even made up such a fake story just to give it to him.

But now he wants to follow his heart.

He wanted the big brother in front of him.

Rather than meeting once in a while over the phone.

In particular, the various expressions that Jiang Zhiyi thought he had performed perfectly just now were still playing in his mind like slides.

It stimulated every nerve in his body.

He couldn't control the look in his eyes on Jiang Zhiyi.

Since you can't control it, just go with it.

Since this big liar likes to deceive him, he lets him deceive.

I just hope that this big liar won’t think about how to get rid of him in the future.

The big liar is only beautiful and is coveted by others, so he just needs to protect him.

Song Qiming secretly made up his mind to practice harder in the future, otherwise there would be too many dangers around him, which would make his elder brother unsafe.

"Yeah," Jiang Zhiyi nodded, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.

"Xiao Ming, are you willing? If you are willing, you will be the only seedling of my ancient martial arts school from now on. I, your master, will definitely train you with all my strength."

Master?

Song Qiming muttered to himself about this new name.

Good to hear.

"Okay, Song Qiming pays his respects to Master." As if he had made a great decision, Song Qiming gritted his teeth and bowed to Jiang Zhiyi.

"Okay, good disciple, get up quickly." Jiang Zhiyi helped the man up with a distressed look.

Oh, this child.

"Xiao Ming, it's dangerous to walk alone at night.

"Master is giving it to you. I, the inheritor of ancient martial arts, must be given special protection." Jiang Zhiyi got straight to the point.

Song Qiming nodded.

Fortunately, there were almost no pedestrians in the alley at this time of year, otherwise two people who looked like they were going crazy would be regarded as mentally ill.

Jiang Zhiyi took Song Qiming's hand very naturally.

Pull him out of the alley.

Song Qiming felt the warmth coming from his palm, and a faint smile appeared on his usually cold face.

I didn't even notice that there was a brick missing from the neatly stacked brick wall of the alley - a complete brick.

The street lights outside were bright, and the bicycle that Jiang Zhiyi had just thrown outside was still lying alone on the ground.

Jiang Zhiyi walked past the bicycle mercilessly and pulled Song Qiming to the bus stop not far away.

The latest bus to Dongcheng District is at 11 o'clock.

Those who rush to catch the bus at this time are those who have worked overtime.

I got on the car feeling exhausted and my eyes fell closed.

People get on and off the bus at every stop.

Gradually, fewer and fewer people got on the bus, and more people got off at every stop.

The number of people on the bus gradually decreased.

Song Qiming seemed to be extremely tired. His eyelids were drooping and his head gradually leaned on Jiang Zhiyi's shoulder and fell asleep.

Jiang Zhiyi sniffed Anxin's soul fluctuations and closed his eyes.

The bus stopped at the last stop. The driver was about to speak to remind the two teenagers who were sleeping soundly in the last row when the taller one opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of clarity without any haziness from just waking up.

"Xiao Ming, let's get off the car." Jiang Zhiyi patted Song Qiming's shoulder and called softly.

Song Qiming then opened his eyes and looked at the environment in front of him with confusion.

As if he just remembered that he had a master, he scratched his hair with his other hand embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, Master, I accidentally fell asleep."

Jiang Zhiyi smiled and took Song Qiming's hand out of the car.

Because there are only Jiang Zhiyi and Song Qiming left on this bus, and both of them have outstanding looks.

The driver couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It didn't matter what he saw, he saw the school uniform on Jiang Zhiyi.

Did he really pull a young master?

I sighed in my heart, it turns out that young masters experiencing life by taking the bus doesn’t just happen in TV dramas.

Song Qiming's residence was some distance from the bus stop, so the two of them walked slowly and without any hurry.

Totally disrespectful to the midnight time.

The further we walked, the lower the wattage of the street lamps on the roadside became, and the dim lights shone on the narrow asphalt road.

"Hahaha, Song Qiming, how did you become a young wife?"

Suddenly, a fierce female ghost floated over from a long distance ahead.

Yes, it’s a female ghost.

The female ghost laughed so hard that her arms and legs were spread out, and she mocked Song Qiming mercilessly as he was being held hand by Jiang Zhiyi.

Jiang Zhiyi remained expressionless, but frowned slightly in his heart. Does this ghost know Xiao Ming?

His eyes fell on Song Qiming, and there was a slight break in his serious and resolute face.

But if you don't look carefully, you won't find any abnormalities.

It was as normal as if he didn't even notice the ghost girl's provocation.