The days have finally calmed down, and Jiang Changsheng is practicing Taoist natural skills in the house.

Clang——

Junior brother Qing Ku ran in and said excitedly: "Senior brother, the number one scholar is here again. He has promised to come and thank you. Master has agreed. He has already come outside the courtyard. Do you want to see him?"

Jiang Changsheng frowned and said, "If you don't see me, just say he doesn't need to thank me."

Qing Ku was stunned for a moment. He had grown up with Jiang Changsheng and still listened to Jiang Changsheng on important matters. So he nodded, turned around and walked out of the house.

"Hahaha, little Taoist priest, it seems that you are holding a grudge. It was indeed me who was rude at that time. I came here specifically to apologize and give you my Chen family's martial arts. I hope you will accept it."

Chen Li walked in with a warm smile on his face, and the eleven-year-old Qing Ku couldn't stop him.

Jiang Changsheng said helplessly: "You are also very abrupt now."

Chen Li sat down on his own, took out a gold-lined and blue-covered secret book from his arms, and placed it on the table.

"This martial art is called Qi Finger, and it requires cultivating the true energy to practice it. However, my Chen family switched from martial arts to literary arts a hundred years ago, and since then there have been no martial arts geniuses. Today, I gave it to the little Taoist Priest."

Chen Li introduced with a smile, his tone was a little hush-y when he mentioned the family history.

In the martial Jing Dynasty, the Chen family had a very difficult life.


Chapter completed!