When a crisp bird cry came into Lin Feng's ears through the window, he suddenly woke up. Where am I? How could I dream of returning to Nantang?

When he opened his eyes, saw the ancient bed and table in front of him, and then saw the hazy morning light outside through the window, he woke up completely. When he just arrived at this time and space, he thought about how to make a big fortune every day, but he didn't have much nostalgia for his previous life. When he met Li Yu and began to express his ideas step by step, and when he slept in his "his own house" for the first time, he began to dream, thinking that this body was a dream, and hoped that after waking up, he would be a familiar twenty-first century.

A fresh air came to his nose, and Lin Feng subconsciously took a deep breath. Since he arrived here, Lin Feng never closed the window at night, because the fresh air without any false intoxication made him deeply immersed. He immediately stood up and it was time to get up and practice martial arts.

In the yard, there was a slight sound of Wei San's activity. After fainting last night, Wei San sang with them all the way, smiling back to their nest. Lin Feng wiped his face with water, walked into the compartment, slapped Chen Fei on the body, and shouted loudly: "Get up, it's time to practice martial arts."

"Brother, please let me sleep a little longer. I have never slept so steadily!" Chen Fei muttered, turned over, and his eyes did not open. None of the other children responded at all.

Lin Feng immediately became angry: "I have only a place where I can barely settle down, so you are not enterprising?! Do you want to have food and clothing every day in the future? Do you want to be treated with fresh clothes every day in the future? Do you want to be respected every day in the future? To be honest, I have spent all my gold coins. We have to earn our own efforts to earn everything for me!" After saying that, Lin Feng slapped them on the butt one by one. This was the first time they got angry when they met Lin Feng. The children's faces were so scared that they all got up with a murmur.

"If you want to be glorious in front of others, you have to work hard behind your back. We have no foundation and strength. If we don't work hard, we can't even keep this little nest!" Lin Feng continued to say with a dark face, "Let's go practice martial arts together."

Seeing Lin Feng and his six brothers standing neatly in front of him and standing straight, Wei San nodded with satisfaction, and he just got up. "Haha, we are brothers, don't be so reserved. Everyone, relax."

Zhang Yuewen and Duan Rui were about to relax their bodies, but in a blink of an eye, they caught Lin Feng's cold eyes and immediately tensed their bodies tightened again.

Wei San did not force it and began to tell: "My teacher told me that there are three ways to practice martial arts: internal and external practice, external practice, internal and external practice, and both high and low. The three methods do not matter how high and low it depends on one's talent and cultivation. Our school is to practice both internal and external, mainly external, supplemented by internal and internal. I have been practicing martial arts for fourteen years, and only after I have been able to achieve the master's words that can control the inside outside, and it is still far from the next step of mutual cooperation between inside and outside."

In later generations, Lin Feng read a lot of the so-called boxing scriptures, but the more he read, the more he realized why there was a saying that there was a wealthy and rich martial arts. In ancient and modern times, most people could do it by buying books to learn, but they took out a lot of money and invited real good teachers to provide careful guidance every day, on-site care, and conditioning. This is not something that ordinary people could do. As for what the novel says, a poor boy picked up a secret book and after hard practice, he achieved great martial arts skills, which was purely fantasy. Not only would he be a martial arts genius who would choose from one out of ten thousand, but he also had the best luck of buying a lottery and winning a big prize.

It seems that there is no shortcut to practicing martial arts. It is only possible to see if we can combine the scientific analysis of later generations and the military routines with the ancient martial arts practices at this time, so as to improve faster. Lin Feng calmed down and listened carefully.

"Let's not talk about theory for now, just start with basic body skills." Wei San pulled out his posture and began to practice a martial arts routine. He was agile, as fast as a rabbit, and as fast as a tiger. As his fists and feet danced, he seemed to be flowing around him. He looked at Lin Feng and the others with excitement and was eager to try.

As Wei San began to slowly decompose his movements, Lin Feng and his friends began to learn seriously. When he became serious, time was always fast. In a blink of an eye, an hour passed. Seeing that Lin Feng and his friends' clothes were wet, Wei San stopped: "Let's just go here today. Mr. Lin and we have to arrange to deal with the acquired assassination."

Lin Feng glared at the children who wanted to sit on the ground. They all stood up straight: "Don't sit, move slowly. You guys will go to Brother Sun Cuo's shop every morning to practice ironwork and fight. They will come back to continue practicing in the afternoon, and study together in the evening."

Half an hour later, Lin Feng stood at the martial arts performance venue of Zheng Wang Mansion, completed the gorgeous turn from students to teachers, and continued to carry out his ideological education, and the target became the guards in front of him: "I want to ask, what are everyone's life goals?"

From racing to heart-to-heart talk in circles, everyone's favor for Lin Feng soared sharply, and they also gained a qualitative understanding of his style of doing things, and they started to shout one by one:

"I want to be a knight in the martial arts world." This answer was unanimously despised by everyone. I always cherish this job, fight with others for a little salary, and be a knight.

"I want to be a high-ranking official, with a beautiful wife and concubine." The one who gave the answer was a fat guard, who looked around proudly. This answer must be the goal of every man, but there were not many people who could say it in front of everyone, so he also got everyone's eyes rolling.

"I want to be a general, lead thousands of troops, use his edge to kill the sharp horses, and fight on the battlefield, as if he is in a state of no one." The answer was Wei San. Usually, Wei San's martial arts are comparable to Liu Cheng, and his personality is much closer to Liu Cheng, so this answer did not win the eyes.

"I want..." After thinking for a long time, there was nowhere to be found. Everyone rolled their eyes to the stuttering guard. He thought about it twice before he said: "Be a painter." He was stunned by everyone. If you want to be a painter, do you go to do some writing and ink, what kind of knife to dance?

...

Everyone finished talking, and the answers were so varied that everyone didn't forget to laugh when they were busy rolling their eyes.

After everyone's laughter stopped, Lin Feng said loudly: "Don't laugh, in fact, ideals are not different. The key is whether they really like and their real goals. I'll make an agreement with you here that as long as we have the chance to continue working together in the future, I will give you a chance to do what you want to do." While saying this, Lin Feng's face was full of confidence.

"Okay, Ideals require us to start from every step under our feet. The assassination drill two days later is a small ridge we have to face on the road to success. Here, I would like to ask again, what are the weapons we are best at? Brother Wei San, please count the weapons we use."

Wei San also successfully completed the transformation from his master to his apprentice, and there was no dissatisfaction on his face. As for Lin Feng's problem, it was too simple for him. Everyone would practice fist feeding together every day, without counting these, and he immediately reported it directly: "Seven people with swords, five people with sticks, three people with swords, three people with hammers, one axes, and one darts. Well, Zheng Yucong was not on duty today, why didn't he arrive?"
Chapter completed!