Xue Yao gently wiped the dust off of the little chubby boy's face and blew on the reddened area.
The seventh prince was blown a squint, a little itchy, raised his hand to scratch, have felt the pain, immediately a deflated mouth.
Looks like a good kick in the pants.
Xue Yao couldn't hold it in, and with a grunt, he turned his head to look at Old Zhang.
You can't kick the prince in the face any more!
Although there is a "martial arts training process collision and wrestling is not responsible for" the rules, but the royal head will not use iron with the royal son, mostly with a long soft whip or light wooden stick point to point, no one dares to so punching and kicking together.
Old Zhang saw Xue Yao's complaint, and without waiting to be asked, he opened his mouth to defend himself, "Your Highnesses and Mr. Xue's kindness, I, Zhang Si, can't repay it, and I'll teach you my kung fu as soon as you see fit to do so!
It's just that learning kung fu requires the rules of a master and disciple, and that's what makes it work. I don't deserve the title of Master, but I have to do what Master has to do, and I can't train in a way that will slow down my progress and seriously affect my ability to fight.
I have seen with my own eyes the Prince Master and the Royal Instructor fooling around for a few rounds, both of them are afraid of hurting each other, such training methods, it is really a waste of the Prince this martial arts training wizard."
The Sixth Prince's face changed, arguing in dissatisfaction, "Big brother's kung fu is very good, and he was courteous to the instructor, so he didn't make any real moves, if it came down to it, big brother would be able to fight a hundred with one!"
Old Zhang nodded, "Prince Kung Fu is good, it also depends on who the opponent is."
"You mean big brother can't beat you?" The Fifth Prince asked.
Old Zhang nodded and replied, "Forgive the arrogance of the slave girl, judging by the stance that the Crown Prince showed when practicing in the temple, if I go all out, I can at least fight him to a draw. And the martial arts talent he showed is obviously much higher than me, if not for the rigid training methods of the Royal Instructor, with the Crown Prince's talent, he could really beat a hundred of me with one."
The Sixth Prince and the Fifth Prince glanced at each other, "Why don't we let Big Brother sneak in here as well and practice martial arts with us?"
Xue Yao frowned slightly, feeling that it wasn't right.
After all, the Crown Prince was the eldest brother and could not be so willful and ignorant of palace rules as his younger brothers.
This matter, if told to the Crown Prince, would make it difficult for him.
Zhang Si said to the Sixth Prince, "His Highness the Crown Prince has already missed the most malleable age, many wrong foundations have been practiced into instincts, it is difficult to correct them, if you can't correct the foundation work, with the slave girl's stance which is not on par with His Highness the Crown Prince's, it may not be possible for the Crown Prince to be upgraded."
The young emperors accepted his explanation helplessly.
The fifth prince asked curiously, "If you teach us real kung fu, can we become as powerful as big brother in the future?"
Zhang Si laughed, "Finding the right direction of talent and teaching according to the material, Your Highnesses will at least be able to far surpass me."
When the young emperors heard this, they immediately became excited.
"But we've only practiced swordsmanship," the Sixth Prince was a bit worried, "You knocked out the longsword in three or two blows, if we were to replace it with any other weapon, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to hold it for even a single moment, wouldn't we be left with no talent whatsoever?"
Zhang Si smiled and shook his head, "Without practiced weapons, measuring talent naturally can't be judged based on three moves, I will synthesize your natural habits of attacking and defending to determine which basic training is suitable for you. After practicing, it's not like you'll only know one weapon, but you'll be proficient in all of them, and again, you'll be able to pick the one you're best at."
"So powerful!" The Fifth Prince waved his hand, "Then hurry up and start! I think I should be suited for a double hammer, I'll fight you with a double hammer in the next round!"
"Good." Zhang Si nodded.
"Then I'll use a lance." The Sixth Prince picked a weapon at random.
The Seventh Prince turned his head to look nervously at Xue Yao, "Does Your Highness still want to be beaten?"
Xue Yao: "......"
Xue Yao also didn't want the little chubby cub to get beaten up, but a twelve or thirteen year old was in the best period for practicing martial arts.
Old Zhang should be an expert who had received guidance from the Sword Saint, and his teaching style was certainly more reliable than those royal instructors in the palace.
You can't overprotect the fat pups with this kind of good martial arts practice.
"Your Highness must be brave." Xue Yao blew on the little chubby cub's cheeks again, grabbed the little chubby cub's hand, and coaxed in a warm voice, "Practicing martial arts is something that must be suffered, and being willing to suffer is the only way to turn into the most powerful Your Highness."
The Sixth Prince walked over to comfort, "It's alright, if Seventh Brother doesn't want to practice, just rest on the side, when Brother has practiced his Gai Shi martial arts, he can protect Seventh Brother," he turned his head and smiled at Xue Yao, "And you, Ah Yao."
The Seventh Prince sucked in a breath of cool air and immediately pulled his hand out of Xue Yao's hand, twisting his head towards Old Zhang with ambition and declaring super fiercely, "Master is the most powerful."
In the few overtures that followed, the little chubby cub never threw away his weapon again and looked for Xue Yao to beg for a hug.
Competitiveness causes the fake Dragon Pride to rise.
The eighteen types of weapons had yet to be tried out, and Old Zhang's face grew more and more incredulous.
During the seventh stance with the Seventh Prince, Old Zhang called a halt in the middle and inquired doubtfully, "Your Highness, from what signs did you actually determine the direction of my attack? Obviously there is no basic kung fu, how could you possibly see through my moves!"
The Seventh Prince was stunned by the question and grasped the meteor hammer with a blank expression.
The Fifth Prince stepped forward and explained for his ill-spoken brother, "Seventh Brother's reflexes are particularly fast, our Chief Instructor of the School Grounds can't even compare to him."
"It shouldn't just be because of quick reflexes." Old Zhang frowned as he stared at the Seventh Prince: "Even if you couldn't avoid my attack, you were able to see my strike set beforehand, so at least the dodge was in the right direction. Moreover, on the day you went to the Crown Prince's Palace, how were you able to hear that I had light kung fu from more than a dozen eunuchs at once? And to be able to judge that my light kung fu is superior to that of a first grade guard, what is the basis of your judgment?"
With that said, the Fifth and Sixth Emperors also became curious and turned their heads to look at their brother at the same time.
The Seventh Prince found this question difficult to answer and turned his head to look at his brothers, but no one explained it for him.
"I need to know why, you must not hide it." Old Zhang eagerly said, "I suspect that you are endowed with some kind of rare talent, and I need to know exactly what that talent is, so as not to delay this skill of yours."
Xue Yao was curious to know what the principle of Long Ao Tian's "radar receiver" was, and ran over to watch and wait for the answer.
Eyeing his brothers and Silly Yao Yao, they all gathered around with an expectant look on their faces.
The Seventh Prince got a little nervous and looked down and shook the meteor hammer in his hand.
When this little guy can't blend in with the outside world, he plays with the gadgets in his hand.
Xue Yao knew the fat cub well enough to know that this was a sign that he didn't know how to explain himself and wanted to avoid communication.
"Don't be nervous, Your Highness." Xue Yao took the meteor hammer from the Seventh Prince's hand and gently put it aside, turning back to comfort, "It doesn't matter if you can't say it clearly or if you say it wrong, Your Highness will just tell us what you feel."
Zhang Si nodded his head encouragingly, "You can think for a moment, is there anything about yourself that is different from the next person?"
The Seventh Prince raised his eyes, the pupils of his teal eyes staring at Zhang Si through his long eyelashes, and replied with certainty, "Master can eat three more, one of them will be full."
"He's not asking about the amount of food Your Highness eats!" Xue Yao panicked and covered the little chubby cub's mouth, instructing in his ear, "Your Highness, being able to eat is not considered a particularly impressive skill, so don't tell them this secret! Old Zhang is trying to ask how you feel about your surroundings, and how it's different from others."
The Seventh Prince cocked his head and glanced at Xue Yao.
His Highness didn't know how others felt.
Zhang Si patiently guided, "Think carefully, how did you judge my line of attack?"
The Seventh Prince replied, "You're moving."
"What?" Zhang Si pursued, "Can you be more detailed?"
The Seventh Prince's gaze was fixed on him, but he raised his hand to point at his left rear, "The butterflies are also moving."
A few people looked over in the direction of the Seventh Prince's finger - and actually found a small fluttering flower-colored butterfly.
The Seventh Prince's fingertips followed the butterfly as it slowly changed direction, and although his eyes were still looking at Zhang Si, his mouth recited, "Up, down, down, east, up, south ......"
The eyes of the group grew wide.
That flower butterfly, even in the evil-like, obediently according to the seventh prince reported the direction - upward flight, downward, downward, eastward, upward flight ......
"How is ...... this possible!" Zhang Si was filled with astonishment.
The Fifth Prince was incredulous, once upon a time, he had always thought that the Seventh Brother was more agile than the Head Teacher because of his exceptionally good reflexes, and only now did he realize that this little guy was able to predict the next move of other people, even flying birds and beasts!
"Old Seven! How can you ...... you tell how it's going to fly?" The Fifth Prince was so anxious that he grabbed the Seventh Prince's shoulders and shook them with force.
"It's moving." The Seventh Prince looked down at his palm and muttered, "The airflow will change first."
Zhang Si's eyes widened as he asked, "Where is the airflow, you can feel the airflow?"
The Seventh Prince nodded and raised his hand to touch the side of his face, but did not press it against his skin, telling Zhang Si from a distance, "Warm."
Zhang Si adjusted his breath and carefully went to feel the little prince's hand, but did not feel anything different: "I can't feel it, only the slightly hot temperature of your palm, are you feeling air currents around your fingers?"
"All over the body." The Seventh Prince hung down his hand and pointed to the position half an inch below his small belly button, explaining, "Here there is a heat flow traveling throughout the body and dispersing outwards, you can feel it when you're moving and the flow of air precedes you."
"I still don't understand." The Fifth Prince was confused.
Zhang Si, however, became more and more stunned, and only after a long time did he murmur, "A child born with a natural Return to Travel physique? There really is such a strange person in the world!"
"What do you mean?" The Sixth Prince asked in surprise, "Does Seventh Brother have a special talent?"
Zhang Si nodded, frowned and looked up and down the seven emperors, muttering to himself, "The old sword saint for more than fifty years can not be found everywhere, and now even let me meet, it is really the creation of the people, with my qualifications, how can I carve such a sacred stone, but also in the emperor's family children ...... "
"What are you talking about?" The Fifth Prince turned his head to pinch his younger brother's chubby face in delight: "Our family's oldest seven isn't gifted, is he? Will he be even more powerful than big brother in the future?"
Zhang Si let out a deep sigh.
This is a rare martial arts practitioner in the world, but it is a pity that with his qualifications, he can't let this child's talent be fully displayed.
Xue Yao heard Zhang Si's murmured words.
This is simply the Long Ao Tian Special Qualification Judging Badge! It's already stamped on his family's little fat cub's brain!
His family's fake Dragon Pride is still saved!
"So ......" Xue Yao walked to Zhang Si's side and quietly asked, "Being a little bit fatter won't affect Your Highness' martial arts practice?"
Zhang Si turned back to look at Xue Yao and laughed in a low voice, "Your Highness, this is not fat, the return to the tour of physical children need a lot of physical energy to maintain the natural luck of the body, until the age of the stripes, the weight of this point may not be enough to be converted into a muscle that can store more physical energy, according to my point of view, but also need to eat more it."
"!!!" Xue Yao was practically on the verge of crying with excitement!
The first time someone said his little chubby boy didn't! Count! Fat!
It was simply the most beautiful encouragement in the world!
Immediately walk back and tell the little fat cub, "Old Zhang said that Your Highness is a good seedling for practicing martial arts! Your Highness is really ......"
"Excellent!" The Fifth Prince interrupted Xue Yao's words and joyfully patted the little chubby cub's shoulder, "I've long since seen that Lao Qi is a material for practicing martial arts, even the instructor ......"
The Seventh Prince suddenly raised his hand to cover the Fifth Prince's mouth and turned his head to stare solemnly at Xue Yao, "You say."
His Highness just wants to hear Silly Telekinesis kissing ass.
The Fifth Prince with his mouth covered: "......"
"Your Highness is truly gifted!" Xue Yao was so happy that he gave a fierce praise, plus smoothing his hair.
The Sixth Prince's eyes were fixed on Xue Yao's brilliant smile, and he couldn't help but giggle along with it for a couple of seconds before his expression suddenly became despondent again and he lowered his head, drooping his head as he went to the side to select his next weapon.
Just need to work a little harder.
The seventh brother was so lazy, his talent might not help much, and he would definitely still need the protection of the sixth brother in the future.
Ayao must need his protection too.
Become dependent on everyone.
Like Mother Consort depends on Father.
Then you won't be abandoned and disliked, right?
Be sure to double down.
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Most Blind Rainbow Fart of the Year: Your Highness is not considered fat!