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Chapter 571 Drizzle Map

"melted?"

Looking at the sparrow that melted into blood, Zhang Xiaoqiang's cockfighting eyes showed deep disbelief, and he asked in surprise: "What kind of martial art is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

"This is the Bone-Bending Palm, which is a fusion of Bone-Bending Palm and Splitting Palm. The attack range can be far or near. As for you haven't seen it before, hehe, of course you haven't seen it. This is my self-created martial art." Wu Ming After finishing speaking, he lifted his foot and left the room.

Looking at his back, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes were tearing. He didn't believe that he couldn't catch up, and said loudly: "Don't be complacent, I can do it by creating my own martial arts, and I will challenge you!"

"Idiot!" Wu Ming kept walking, this Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a dog's skin plaster, his mental head was astonishingly high every day, so it meant to be attached to him.

Wu Ming himself couldn't figure out why Zhang Xiaoqiang was in a hurry all day long, holding back his energy and insisting on competing with him.

Could it be that this is a battle between Diaosi and Gao Fushuai, uncompromising fateful enemies.

After thinking about it, Wu Ming didn't figure it out either, and felt that it was necessary to stay away from this guy in the future, otherwise he would be annoyed to death by him.

"Wu Ming, come here quickly, there is news from the Luo family."

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw Deacon Wu and Dong Dahai walking over with a smile on his face.

Hearing what the two said, Wu Ming's expression brightened. After waiting for a month, the result finally came.

"Deacon Wu, Deacon Dong." Wu Ming bowed his hands respectfully, waiting for the next words.

Without letting people wait for a long time, Deacon Wu smiled like an old urchin, and said happily: "Your matter, the higher-ups have ordered, and Fifth Miss still lacks a playmate, this is your chance to make a fortune."

"Playmate?" Wu Ming's face was a bit ugly, this fifth young lady still needs a playmate, it can't be the little guy who has just been weaned.

Moreover, he entered the Luo family clan in order to obtain a better cultivation environment, not to play with others.

"Miss Wu has a noble status. Her grandfather is Luo Ping, the son of Venerable Luo Feng. He is the fourth generation of the Luo family and ranks fifth among the disciples of the four generations. Even better, Miss Fifth is seven years old this year. He is the same as yours. The same age, this is a good thing that can't be found with a lantern!" Deacon Wu laughed heartily, obviously happy for Wu Ming.

After all, if he learned martial arts and sold it to the emperor's family, the Luo family's status in the galaxy is the royal family. If Wu Ming was not born on Earth, such a good thing would not be his turn.

You must know that there are thousands of races outside the earth, and some races with extraordinary talents are born as satellites and adults as stars.

Compared with these strong races, the disadvantages of human beings are obvious. Wu Ming is a genius, and in the eyes of others, he is also a small warrior.

If Wu Ming is not from Earth, but from a certain planet in the Milky Way, even if his talent is twice as strong, it will not be considered at all.

"The bloodline of the fourth generation of the Luo family is of the same age as mine. This is the higher-ups of the Luo family paving the way for the next generation! At my age, joining Miss Fifth is equivalent to studying with the prince. It seems that It's just reading, but in fact, Miss Wu will be able to use her own people when she becomes an adult." Wu Ming just thought about it briefly, and felt that this deal can be done, and it is 100% sure to make money without losing money.

If Fifth Young Lady strives hard, it is not impossible to become a leader among the four generations of disciples, even to be personally cultivated by Luo Feng.

What Wu Ming thought of before joining the Luo family was to start with a child with a foreign surname, make his name step by step, and then attract investment.

Now, directly assigned to the fifth young lady's camp, which saves a lot of time in disguise, and can get in touch with the senior members of the Luo family in advance.

"Deacon, did Zhang Xiaoqiang also go to Miss Fifth's side?" Knowing his whereabouts, Wu Ming thought of Zhang Xiaoqiang again, because he really didn't want to play with this guy anymore.

Deacon Wu didn't know the story, thought Wu Ming was concerned about his little friend, and said approvingly, "Zhang Xiaoqiang is going too, but Zhang Xiaoqiang's problem is a bit special."

Speaking of the latter, Deacon Wu remained silent, as if he had something to hide.

Wu Ming looked at him in surprise, and before he could ask, Dong Dahai smiled wryly and said, "The elders of my family intend to arrange both of you to Miss Fifth's side, but this arrangement requires Miss Fifth's consent. Zhang Xiaoqiang, this looks a little unattractive, Fifth Miss refused, so he can only make another arrangement."

Hearing such words, Wu Ming suddenly thought of Zhou Xingxing's movie God of Cookery, and there was a saying in it.

As a chef, your appearance affects your appetite so much, it doesn't matter how good the food is.

Zhang Xiaoqiang has never learned how to cook, but his appearance still makes people lose their appetite.

This fifth young lady is only seven years old this year, and she is only a half-grown child. Obviously, people can't see what's inside. No matter how talented Zhang Xiaoqiang is, it's useless.

"Just like the seven Snow Whites and a dwarf, this is a sad story!" Hearing the answer to the question, Wu Ming knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang should be sad again.

This guy's heart is higher than the sky, and his life is thinner than paper. The child is a good child, but his life is bitter.

As soon as Wu Ming turned his head, he happened to see Zhang Xiaoqiang lying at the door, looking hopeless.

It turned out that Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to come out when he heard the voices outside.

But before he could speak, the cruel truth hit him hard on the head like a thunderbolt.

Cross-eyed, shoehorn-faced, wine-grooved nose.
In the orphanage, the clapping ballad of the friends resurfaced in Zhang Xiaoqiang's ears again.

For a long time, he thought that as long as he did well enough, he could get rid of the painful childhood, but the facts proved that he was very wrong.

"My child, just cry if you want to, it will be fine in a few years." Dong Dahai comforted him with a look of regret on his face.

Zhang Xiaoqiang tried not to let himself cry, and asked full of expectation: "Deacon, will they accept me in a few years?"

"No, you'll get used to it in a few years."

"Wow"

Hearing this answer, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt sad from the heart, couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into tears.

At this moment, the world is so dark, it seems that there is no hope.

For some reason, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly thought of Liu Shengnv, the only person he had never laughed at since he was a child.

Of course, Zhang Xiaoqiang had already forgotten at this time, and Wu Ming hadn't actually laughed at him, at most he had ignored him.

Well, ignoring is worse than ridiculing. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart, Wu Ming has already been blackened, worse than those who laughed at him.

"My name is Wu Ming. I am seven years old. I am a warrior. I am proficient in hundreds of martial arts at the God of War level. My identity is Miss Fifth's playmate."

"My name is Zhang Xiaoqiang. I'm seven years old. I'm a warrior. I'm proficient in hundreds of war-god-level martial arts. My identity is, and I'm a helper in Fifth Miss's kitchen."

The ancestral planet earth, the location of the old capital, is under the jurisdiction of the Luo family for thousands of miles.

This is not so much the Luo family, but rather the city of the Luo family. It is eight hundred miles from south to north, and it is still expanding day and night.

Wu Ming and Zhang Xiaoqiang walked in the inner courtyard of the Luo family, which was like a palace, and led by a skinny old man, they walked towards the Tingyu Pavilion where Fifth Miss was.

The old man who led the way was surnamed Gu, but Wu Ming didn't know his name, and the old man didn't say anything, but asked him and Zhang Xiaoqiang to call him Gu.

An old man with gray hair who looks older than the director of the orphanage actually let two children call him Gu, which is quite strange.

At the beginning, Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to call him Grandpa Gu, so that he could have a relationship with the old man, but he didn't expect that not only was Gu not satisfied, but he looked a little unhappy instead.

"Old Gu, how many people are there around Miss Fifth?" Wu Ming asked Old Gu on the way to Ting Yuxuan.

Old Gu looked very old, but he was in good spirits, and replied with a smile: "Not many, counting the two of you, there are only twelve servants around the master."

The master who opens his mouth and the servant who keeps his mouth shut, this is the difference between Lao Gu and Wu Ming and others.

In Lao Gu's heart, he is a domestic slave, and he recognizes this status.

But Wu Ming and Zhang Xiaoqiang don't think so, they are not interested in the master-servant system, and they pursue independence more.

"Twelve people, that's not too many, just right to come." The fewer people, the earlier they came, and it's a matter of success from the Dragon Lord.

Like a grown-up, Wu Ming stroked his chin, thinking about how to make himself stand out, and walked into the sight of the Luo family's senior management.

Next to him, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought more simply, he was just a helper in the kitchen, barely a member of the prince's house.

For him, it is too far away from the merits of the dragon, the future important minister.

Moreover, because of the unequal treatment, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't have a good impression of Miss Fifth, and felt that sending himself to the kitchen was an insult to himself.

"It's here." The two of them had their own thoughts, but the distance from Ting Yuge remained the same, and the terminal was still here.

Standing outside the quaint garden, looking at the plaque with the words Tingyu Pavilion written on it, Wu Ming took a deep breath. This will be the place where his dream of martial arts will start.

The lake in the garden, the flowers in the garden, and the attics in the mist and rain.

As soon as you enter the Tingyu Pavilion, the distance between an arch is like two worlds.

Outside the door, the sun was rising, the weather was clear, and the sky was cloudless.

Inside Tingyu Pavilion, the north wind blows and the drizzle continues. There are two changes within one step, Zhang Xiaoqiang is dumbfounded.

"What's going on, isn't it raining outside?" Zhang Xiaoqiang wiped the rain off his face, looking around with cross-eyed eyes.

Lao Gu held up an umbrella, stepped on the cobblestone path, and said without turning his head: "Miss Fifth, what I am repairing is the drizzle map, and I am following the way of rain. Otherwise, how could there be listeners here?" The name Yuge!"

The Drizzle Map, the Way of Rain, sounds like nothing ordinary.

Wu Ming licked the raindrops at the corner of his mouth, thinking about the fifth young lady who was about to meet, and thought to himself: "The core of the fourth generation of the Luo family must not be easy to practice. It would be great if I could look at the picture of the rain. Tang, what I have been exposed to is the God of War-level exercises, why should it be better here?"

(End of this chapter)