Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me

Shen Kun felt that there was a way to do it, and said loudly: "Don't complain! Evil people will be punished by nature, and it's because I'm not good at learning. If I were more powerful, I wouldn't be tricked by others."

Iron Hammer, who only knows how to carry things and plays tricks, is not worthy of him to complain.

And he will take revenge when he returns to the village.

"Stupid!" the middle-aged man uttered one word.

Shen Kun: "?!" Why are you still swearing? Is his answer wrong?

In my sister's words, these words are so grand and upright, and they are definitely the best words to use when becoming a disciple.

The middle-aged man was surprised to see Shen Kun's bones. The first time he saw him, he had the idea of ​​​​accepting a disciple, and he did not hesitate to teach him.

“No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife. Don’t underestimate anyone.

If someone hurts you, you should return ten points. Learning martial arts is not about letting people swallow their anger. Evil people have their own destiny. If you really think so, why not learn martial arts. "

If Tian Tian had eyes, how could his brilliant and talented master end up in his current situation?

Qing Feng's eyes darkened, and his aura poured out from his body. His blade-like eyebrows made people feel even more stressed.

Shen Kun was not afraid, and his heart was beating wildly with excitement.

For him, the more powerful the master, the better.

Qingfeng's cold eyes fell on Shen Kun, "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

Shen Kun stood up straight. After soaking in the strengthening potion, his body became stronger and stronger like a powerful sword.

"To protect my family from being bullied."

He doesn't have that big ambition, he just wants to become stronger and protect the laughter in his family.

The young man's eyes were bright, and he obviously meant what he said.

Qing Feng was slightly startled, but he was satisfied in his heart, but said: "I have no ambition. How can you protect the people you want to protect if you don't stand on a high place."

Shen Kun's eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and all his attention in this life was focused on this moment. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, "Shen Kun pays homage to the master and thanks the master for his teaching."

The man was stunned and scolded with a cold face: "Who agreed to let you become a disciple? You brat..."

This brat really knows how to climb up the bamboo pole!

"Hehe." Shen Kun chuckled, "If master doesn't want to accept me, he won't talk nonsense to me."

Although he is stupid, he is not brainless.

The man was defeated and snorted coldly: "Come here to find me every day from Yin to Chen."

Although Shen Kun had the shamelessness to worship his master, the master did not nod, and his heart was still hanging in the air.

When I heard this, my eyes turned red with excitement.

"Master, have you accepted me?"

"What a shame!" Qingfeng's palm as big as a palm slapped his shoulder. The boy's feet remained motionless, like a cold pine tree.

I felt a little more satisfied.

"Have you ever practiced this?" He couldn't hide his curiosity in his tone.

Shen Kun blushed, scratched his head and said: "No, I just heard someone say that the first step in learning martial arts is to learn the horse stance, so I practice it every day."

"That's right, keep persisting." Thinking of the heat he felt when he saved him before, Qing Feng looked at him steadily and asked, "Have you really never been a disciple before?"

"No!" Shen Kun said with a serious face, "I can only worship one master."

Qingfeng's expression changed and he felt complicated.

He has never been a master but he has real energy. This kid...

"Brother Kun, are you there? I heard a voice -" This voice echoed far away on the cliff.

Suddenly, Qing Feng grabbed Shen Kun's shoulders, tapped his toes on the cliff, moved his body, and led the person up.

"You go down the mountain first."

After that, I wanted to get out of the way.

Shen Kun subconsciously pulled him and asked again firmly: "Master, you accept me, right?"

Qingfeng met the young man's bright eyes, paused, and took out a dagger with hair as sharp as clay, "This dagger is given to you as a meeting gift."

Thinking of the ups and downs that the dagger had gone through with him, his eyes dimmed.

"This dagger is always with me. I only hope that you will never forget your original intention of practicing martial arts."

"Go ahead and don't forget the time tomorrow morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped away and moved like the wind.

Shen Kun had admiration in his eyes, and thinking that this was his master, he laughed happily.

Then he turned around and ran in the direction of the sound, his figure showing happiness.

Qingfeng returned to where he lived.

There is an exquisite bamboo house built here, and a clear stream runs through it, making it very convenient to use water.

Walking across a wooden bridge, there is a bamboo forest next to it.

Picturesque.

There was a man sitting at the door of the bamboo house. He was sitting in a wheelchair. He was thin and had half white and half black hair. He was dressed in civilian clothes but had an impressive bearing.

Hearing the footsteps, I raised my eyes. Those eyes were filled with tolerance that had gone through thousands of sails, like a deep pool or the mist floating in the mountains, making it difficult to see the emotions.

"Taking on a disciple."

Shen Yan chuckled deeply. Although it was a question, his tone was affirmative.

"Sir, you are as clever as ever."

Hearing Qingfeng mention that year, memories flashed through Shen Yanshen's eyes, fleetingly.

"No one has a perfect plan." He shook his head.

After saying that, he changed the subject, "You are so capable that you hide with me in the deep mountains and old forests. I am wronging you."

Qingfeng's expression changed, "Sir, please don't say that. If it weren't for you, my life would have been lost long ago... Even my skills were learned from you. Qingfeng is willing to protect you to the death."

There was a hint of helplessness in Shen Yanshen's eyes.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and Qingfeng pushed the wheelchair toward the house.

"Sir, you are not in good health. Be careful of catching cold."

"It's not a problem." Shen Yan said with a deep smile, "I remember back in Huangsha Pass..."

There was a flash of memory in Qingfeng's eyes.

Huangshaguan.

Back then, my husband was a strategist who was full of ingenuity, and he was his entourage. They and the prince were outside the pass, eating meat, drinking heavily, and galloping into the sunset...how cool and comfortable they were.

Not like now, the wind and clouds have dispersed.

Everyone is hiding.

After entering the room, Shen Yanshen put on his trousers, held an orphan book in his hand, and said, "Since you have accepted a disciple, let's teach him well."

Qingfeng nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, sir, I will teach you everything I have."

Just like the person who taught him back then.

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But said the other side.

Shen Kun ran along the sound and soon bumped into the villagers.

Shen Er breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his son was fine. He walked over and slapped Shen Kun on the forehead without any force.

"You brat, where did you go? Let everyone look for you everywhere."

If Sister Nian knew that he had lost her second brother, would he get something good to eat?

Shen Kun, who had rough skin and thick flesh, didn't feel any pain, so he pretended to look aggrieved in front of everyone.

"I didn't run around. The hammer fell to the bottom of the valley. I went down to carry him on my back. Before I could stand still, he pushed me down. If it hadn't been for my teacher... I am in good health, I would still be lying down at the bottom. Still waiting."

Shen Er's face turned ugly.

"You hit rock bottom?"

As he asked, he grabbed his son and looked him up and down.

Shen Kun: "...Dad, I'm fine."

Shen Er felt relieved and pulled him down the mountain, his temper rising.

"Come on, come with me to find him. What's wrong with him? He's a cold-hearted white-eyed wolf. If I don't hang him up and beat him today, I won't even have the face to see you..."