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Chapter 183 Learning Martial Arts
In the small courtyard of the second uncle, in the middle of the front yard, an old man and a young man set up a posture.

What Zhao Jun was facing was King Zhenxi, who was so powerful in the northwest 20 years ago. Although he was old now, Zhao Jun didn't dare to underestimate him at all.

Naturally, he was always on the lookout, but looking back at the second uncle, although the old man's posture was put on, it was loose as if he was playing casually, and his attitude was not too serious. He just stood there and made a The posture didn't make people feel threatened at all.

The two confronted each other for about a dozen breaths. After all, it was Zhao Jun who was young and impatient and took the lead in attacking!

With one blow, Heihu ruthlessly attacked the second uncle!
Although Zhao Jun didn't learn martial arts systematically, but he didn't know how, since his rebirth, his memory has been particularly good.

Not only memory, but also physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people.

Generally, four or five strong men are not necessarily his opponents.

This was all attributed by Zhao Jun to his own welfare as a time traveler.

Before, he just watched the battles of those masters in the army during the big martial arts competition of the guards, and he actually memorized all their moves. Now when they fight, he can use them at his fingertips.

Seeing that his stroke was quite methodical, the second uncle's eyes flashed with surprise, but for Zhao Jun's attack, he just tilted his body slightly, and Zhao Jun's stroke fell through the air.

He said in his mouth: "It's too slow! It's too slow! With your speed, if you hit someone on the battlefield, they will already cut you seven or eight times!"

Seeing that he missed the hit, Zhao Jun was about to change his move, but the second uncle didn't give him a chance at all. Before he could take back the attacking hand, the second uncle directly grabbed it with one hand, and Zhao Jun was thrown with one over-the-shoulder throw. He fell hard on the ground on the spot, turned over and grabbed Zhao Jun and stopped on Zhao Jun's neck!
It only takes one move, and the judge will be judged!
Zhao Jun didn't even have a chance to resist, so he lost directly!
After Zhao Jun got up rubbing his painful buttocks from the fall, the second uncle had already started teasing the birds in the yard with his hands behind his back.

When he saw it, he said leisurely: "Have you never fought before, kid?"

Zhao Jun was a little dissatisfied and said: "Yesterday, I picked the captain rank of the entire imperial guard class by myself!"

The second uncle laughed disdainfully:
"Guard class? Captain class?

Boy, did you go there wearing a prince's crown? "

Zhao Jun was surprised, how did the second uncle know?
And the second uncle said disdainfully as if he saw his thoughts: "Okay, don't guess, you can imagine everything.

Although your kid knows some punches, judging from the punching style just now, you also have good strength.

But you kid can only bully ordinary people.

Although the imperial guard squad is nothing more than a group of trash snacks who have never been on the battlefield compared to the frontier army, they are not comparable to ordinary young and strong, let alone captains.

In my opinion, they didn't dare to fight back when they saw the prince's crown clothes on you, so they could only let you fight. This is nothing more than bullying others, and it has nothing to do with your strength. "

The second uncle's words reminded Zhao Jun that yesterday, when he beat up the captains of the imperial guards, it seemed that no one dared to fight back.

At this moment, Zhao Jun completely understood his true strength, and his whole body became depressed.

When the second uncle saw it, he said again:

"However, you kid can be considered to be very talented. Although you are not fierce enough, fast enough, or ruthless because you haven't fought much, your natural power is indeed suitable for learning martial arts."

You have a big advantage over others.

After saying that, the second uncle put away his cynical look, and asked Zhao Jun with a serious and solemn expression: "Do you really want to learn martial arts from the old man? But it will be very hard!"

Zhao Jun hesitated at first, but after thinking about it, his own safety issues and desire to survive outweighed his laziness and timidity.

He nodded heavily: "This king has thought it over! Learn!"

Snapped!
A big slap was slapped on the head, and the second uncle was dissatisfied: "Don't be co-authored by the king and the king all day, who is not a king? Honestly call yourself a grandson in front of your second uncle!
No matter in terms of seniority or what, I won't wrong you, right? "

Needing someone, and also being sure, Zhao Jun nodded and agreed.

"Okay, then starting from four quarters after Mao o'clock tomorrow, you come to my place every day, and I will teach you how to practice martial arts."

The second uncle set a time, but Zhao Jun was startled, and hurriedly discussed: "Second uncle, can you start at Chen, the grandson can't get up four quarters after Mao!"

The second uncle glanced at him and snorted coldly: "You can get up if you can't, look at us old guys, and those who are going to court, they get up earlier than you every day, can't you? Going to bed so late every day?"

How can a man say that he can't do it? The second uncle has said this. If he is cowardly, wouldn't it prove that he can't do it?

Zhao Jundang even agreed: "Okay! Four quarters after Maoshi is four quarters after Maoshi!"

The second uncle had a triumphant smile on his face.

The corner of Zhao Jun's mouth twitched while looking straight ahead, but he was helpless.

After setting the time, the second uncle didn't intend to keep him for dinner, so he drove the two of them out of the clan mansion before the meal.

When the two returned to the house, they didn't do anything else. After a hasty dinner, they washed up and went to sleep.

Zhao Jun didn't know if he could wake up or not.

With the temperament of his second uncle, he has reason to suspect that if he goes late, he will definitely have to wait for him, and he doesn't want this old man to take the opportunity to punish him.

There was nothing to say all night, and before [-] o'clock, Zhao Jun was woken up by Wang Huai'en, a humanoid alarm clock that had been set in advance. After a hasty breakfast, the sky outside had begun to light up slightly, and it was [-] o'clock.

After changing into a black silver-trimmed cloud-pattern outfit that was convenient for movement, Zhao Jun took Wang Huai'en to the clan mansion with wine and meat.

The one who opened the door was the young man who opened the door for the first time on the day he returned to Beijing, and Zhao Jun now knew his identity.

He was the son of Zhao Bin, the acting king who ranked No. 12 in his father's lifetime——Zhao Mengran.

Since his father is ranked No.12, the young one that Lao Zong is calling his father Lao Twelve is naturally Xiao Twelve.

According to the regulations of the vassal kings of the Song Dynasty, the entrusted throne cannot remain unchanged, but decreases from generation to generation.

Now, since the old king of their family passed away, the prince is no longer there, and this little twelve has inherited the position of a county king, and he has no fiefdom, so he helps out in the clan's mansion and lives on the county king's salary issued by the royal family every year.

And because this guy is younger than him, Zhao Jun naturally became his brother without hesitation.

Seeing that it was him, Dang even smiled and said, "Yo, why did Meng Ran get up so early today?"

Zhao Mengran rubbed his still eyes, dozed off and said, "Isn't it my turn to watch the door today?
Sixth brother, why did you come so early? "

Zhao Jun sighed helplessly and said that he was going to learn martial arts from the second uncle, who knew that Zhao Mengran shivered in shock.

Looking at Zhao Jun like a fool, he said: "Sixth brother, you have no problem with your head, how can you make yourself feel uncomfortable? Do you know how terrible the second uncle is when he is strict?"

As if recalling some bad memories, Zhao Mengran shook his head while opening the door, and at the same time looked at Zhao Jun with sympathetic eyes and said, "Sixth brother, please ask for blessings!"

The look in his eyes immediately made Zhao Jun, who thought it was nothing at first, couldn't help beating his heart, and stepped into the gate of the clan's mansion in a nervous mood...

(End of this chapter)