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　　The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, attracting countless heroes to compete.

　　In a blink of an eye, three months passed by like a quicksand between fingers.

　　Welcoming the rising sun, Yang Ming walked along the gut path, with his bare feet, and the little person carrying a tortoise-like heavy object, running in the morning light.

Yang Ming was fascinated by this training method of the turtle immortal when he looked at Dragon Ball. During these three months, he has been carrying weight training with this 50-jin turtle shell. Although he is very hard, he has also achieved results Brilliantly.

　　 sweaty, oozing from Yang Ming's skin, and a heavy gasp squirting out of his nostrils.

　　 Yang Ming didn't awaken Wu Wu's soul, he was proud and complacent, but on his own requirements were more stringent.

　　Time belongs to the endeavor!

　　Yang Ming didn't dare to slack off, squeezing every minute and every second, trying to improve himself.

　　After three months of exercise, he was slightly taller than before. The six-year-old child is already one meter and two tall, like a half-sized adult.

　　 sweat flows through the muscular muscles, shining in the sun, full of a kind of sun beauty.

　　 A pair of eagle-like stars, with sharp eyes, impressive.

　　After running 10 kilometers in the morning, Yang Ming then continued to do push-ups and sit-ups. After each movement was completed 100 times, he then practiced the marksmanship one by one to maximize the potential of the body.

　　 The gunpoint was trembling, accompanied by the screaming sound that cut through the air, Yang Ming danced several gun flowers.

　　 Since these days, Yang Ming has thoroughly digested Han Xin and Zhao Yun's experience of using guns. Every time the gun is fired, the waist, shoulders and arms are very powerful, very smooth, and everyone's style is hidden in one move.

　　 wiped the sweat from his chin. Yang Ming looked at the long gun in his hand. It’s a pity that this is just an ordinary weapon. If it is the Hex technology gun blade in the League of Legends, it will be perfect.

　　 put away the spear, Yang Ming ran back to the village home.

　　 No accident, when he returned home, Tang San had already arrived early in the morning.

　　Because today is the day they set off for Notting City Junior College.

　　 Village elder Jack walked out of the kitchen, holding a tray of freshly baked bread. Seeing Yang Ming's sweaty smell, his complexion, his **** interlocked with his thumb, he flicked Yang Ming's wet forehead gently, saying:

　　 "Your skinny monkey, you get dirty every time you come back, don't hurry to take a bath, if you are late, the bread will be cold."

"Oh."

　　Yang Ming was too tired to speak, simply responded and rushed into the bathroom.

　　 Old Jack stayed, greeted Tang San enthusiastically, handed him the bread, and smiled:

　　 "San'er, your dad shouldn't make breakfast for you, come to my house, you don't have to be polite to me, come and taste the bread I made is good?"

　　Tang San originally wanted to say goodbye, but when he saw the village chief's firm attitude, he had to accept it and ate his bread in a small bite.

　　Not to mention, although Yang Ming was not the biological grandson of Old Jack, but adopted, but in order to take care of Yang Ming, Old Jack practiced a bit of cooking. This bread is very fluffy and tastes great.

　　 Seeing that Tang San was quite satisfied, the smile on the corner of Old Jack's mouth deepened a little.

　　 "Saner, I want to tell you something."

　　 "Huh?" Tang San looked at the old village head puzzled.

"San'er, Yang Ming went to Notting City Junior College with you today. I hope that if you grew up with Yang Ming, if there are classmates bullying Yang Ming in the college, or the teacher is not good. If you teach Yang Ming, I hope you can help me by then, lest Yang Ming be bullied by outsiders."

　　Yang Ming had already finished his bath, and when he walked to the door of the bathroom, he just heard that Grandpa and Old Jack told Tang San.

　　Yang Ming's heart was hot, knowing that it was because he was young and was born in the countryside. His grandfather was afraid that he would easily lose money in the big city outside and be bullied by the people in the city, so he asked Tang San.

　　 Clenched his fist secretly, Yang Ming secretly said:

　　 "Grandpa, rest assured, I will definitely stand out from the outside and go back to the village with glory!"

　　 The door opened, Yang Ming walked out of the bathroom, and Old Jack closed his mouth in due course.

　　 But he wants to erect the grandfather's majestic image in front of his grandchildren!

　　Can't see it at all from Jack's stiff face, he would just say that.

　　Old Jack picked up chopsticks and knocked on the corner of the table, facing Yang Ming:

　　 "Hurry up for breakfast, we will go into the city after eating."

　　Yang Ming's chicken nodded like rice, pulled away the table and chairs and sat down, biting on the bread, the rich feeling immediately filled his mouth.

　　 Taking advantage of this time, old Jack gave Yang Ming and Tang Sanke some things to prevent them from becoming a dirt dumpling in the city. They didn't know anything.

"You are about to go to the Junior Soul Master College in Notting City, which teaches some basic things, and there are some cultural courses to learn. Only the children who have just been awakened by Wu Soul are accepted as students. The schooling period is six years and waits for ten At the age of two, if there is no future, it is to be an ordinary Soul Master. But if the potential is good, most people will choose to go to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy to study until they are eighteen years old~www.ltnovel.com~Old Jack After looking at Yang Ming and Tang San, there was a trace of appreciation in his eyes.

"The two of you belong to the ranks of geniuses. You don't have to worry about these. I just hope that you are not naughty at school. You can study seriously, listen to the teacher, love your classmates, and listen clearly. ?"

　　Yang Ming and Tang San shared the same voice: "Listen clearly."

　　Seeing that Yang Ming and Tang San had already eaten similarly, old Jack packed up the tableware and led the two out of the room.

　　Yang Ming and Tang San are both geniuses. In order to avoid the two of them being too tired on the road, old Jack also rented a carriage specifically, and now the carriage is parked at the door.

　　Yang Ming and Tang Sanxiang successively got into the carriage. Old Jack himself was the coachman. The whip twitched. The stall horse shook his head, raised his hoofs, and left towards the end of the village.

　　Lifted the curtains, Yang Ming watched the scenery outside the window constantly retreating backwards.

On both sides of the road, villagers who have heard the news have arrived.

　　The villagers liked Yang Ming, especially Yang Ming some time ago, he dared to question Cao Mengyun on the street and let the villagers fight from the heart to hope that Yang Ming could stand out.

　　The villagers said goodbye to Yang Ming, and some even cheered, saying:

　　 "Yang Ming, study hard in school. When you come back, I will marry you my baby girl!"

　　Flowery?

In the mind of Yang Ming, a female boy's face suddenly appeared, wearing a ponytail, smeared with rouge powder, and clasped his nostrils, before he decayed... girl.

　　Yang Ming hit a terrible cold and hurriedly shrank his head from the window into the compartment.

　　 Seeing this, the villagers burst into laughter.

　　 The whole village is filled with a festive atmosphere.