Chen Guang is clear that he really cannot practice martial arts.

In other words, what he cannot practice is only internal strength. However, external and internal strength are one, without the internal strength, no matter how hard he practices external skills, he will not be effective. In addition, his meridians are blocked, and his physique is very weak, and it is already the limit to being able to practice a cup of tea with a sword. Although Chen Guangming also wants to practice martial arts, as long as his body moves violently, he will sweat down and his hands and feet are weak, and he will not talk about higher attainments.

This incident was a deep regret in Chen Guangming's heart. He was very surprised to hear someone mentioned it like this.

"Let's go, let him see first." Tang Ou said, "If it's useless, it's not too late to think of other solutions."

Chen Guangming followed him out of Chunhuiyuan and couldn't help asking: "Since you know that I am a liar, why did you let me enter the mansion? You still care about me so much now... If you have any intentions, just say it out and cover it up, what kind of good guys are you?"

"I came out to do this business at my teens. I think you must have had a very difficult life before." Tang Ou said, "It's just a little compassion. But if you want to say something about the attempt... it does."

The excitement in my heart disappeared immediately, and Chen Guangming said, "Sure enough."

Tang Ou walked forward and said, "Old Wang is too old and is going back to his hometown. The people in the mansion are all controlled by my mother. She likes you very much... since you have sold yourself to the Tang Mansion as a slave, you are naturally a member of the Tang Mansion. It is necessary to take care of you carefully. If you can treat Chunhuiyuan carefully and the flowers and plants in our mansion, what does it have to do if you are a liar? Not only you, Cuihuan and Linglong around my mother, but also my book boy Nanxiang, are all the people she took in. Nanxiang used to be a book thief, but his memory is amazing and he is a rare talent..."

Chen Guangming heard half of it and felt that the Tang Mansion was so scary.

Tang Ou was still talking nonstop: "The master of Xinbao was named Xin and Muyun, and the people in the martial arts world called Mr. Muyun, are not the evil person you mentioned. If you see him, you will definitely like him."

Chen Guangming: "Oh. Don't worry about this first, let's talk about Cuihuan and Linglong?"

The two walked into the hall and saw a young man in black clothes looking at the window from afar.

"Brother Xin." Tang Ou greeted him, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Soon, I'm just here." Xin Muyun saw him approaching and took out a small teapot from his sleeve like a magical trick. "Come and try the good wine I asked for from the brush-washing man."

Tang Ou looked around and simply took two teacups and handed them over: "You're so stingy, that's just a little bit?"

"Just that little bit, it's already half." Xin Muyun carefully poured out the wine from the teapot, "You know he's stingy."

After Xin Muyun poured the wine, he looked up and saw Shen Guangming standing behind Tang Ou, so he asked: "Your new servant?"

Tang Ou pulled Chen Guangming out: "The new flower craftsman in the mansion should be able to practice martial arts, but his meridians are blocked, so let's see?"

Xin Muyun put down the teapot and waved to Shen Guangming.

Chen Guangming had never seen such a handsome and elegant person in his life. Xin Muyun was a little older than Tang Ou, with a straight and elegant appearance, but not slim at all: wearing an extremely ordinary black long suit on him, she also faintly exuded a rare heroic spirit. Chen Guangming stood in front of him, thinking that what Tang Ou said was indeed correct, and she was indeed a person she liked when she saw it.

With his slender fingers on his wrist, Chen Guangming looked at him with frowning expression, and the more he looked, the more he became more and more intimate.

He has been wandering in the world with his father since he was a child, and has seen many heroes and rich men. He has dreamed of using swords to the world since he was a child. When Shen Zhengyi was learning kung fu with his master, he secretly taught him when he went home. But the internal energy that he had finally gathered could not stay in his dantian. Chen Guangming tried many times, and all ended up sweating profusely.

He looked at Xin Muyun with great gaze, hoping that this beautiful young man who did not look like a villain could spit out a good news.

Xin Muyun took his hand back and looked at Chen Guangming's eyes.

"It's indeed suitable for martial arts practice, it's a good material." Xin Muyun pinched his hand bone and asked while touching it, "Has any big thing happened when you were a child? For example, being kidnapped or being targeted by enemies?"

Chen Guangming thought for a while and shook his head and said, "There is nothing big except when I was a child and I had a fire at home and had some scars on my back. My father said this was because of the physical condition. My mother was too weak when she gave birth to me, so I was the only one in the family who could not practice martial arts."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Ou spoke aside: "It's definitely not because of physical condition."

Xin Muyun's face was a little darker and said seriously: "Yes, it has nothing to do with your physical condition. When you go home, you need to ask your relatives at home. Maybe you were too young when the incident happened, but your family should know that your meridians were blocked, and it has been at least ten years. The person who blocked your meridians was not very good at martial arts, so I was not doing it cleanly. I could still detect the flow of meridians in your body, but it was too weak and it was impossible to practice martial arts."

He patted Chen Guangming's hand: "Although the man was not clean, his mind was very vicious. In addition to blocking the meridians, he also thought about cutting off your tendons. Although the scars are no longer visible, I can touch them. You can touch your ankles again later. If I expected it, there should be extremely shallow scars there. The left wrist is deep and the right wrist is shallow. For some reason, he did not do it to the end, so after he recovers, this small injury will have no effect on your hands."

Chen Guangming stood in front of him, letting him hold his hand, and he climbed up his back in an instant with chills.

He blocked the meridians and tried to break the tendons of the hands and feet. It was obvious that he wanted to keep him alive, but he lived in extremely painful life.

This injury has existed for at least ten years. Ten years ago, he was just a child at the age of seven or eight, so how could he get such a deep hatred?

While he was stunned, Tang Ou quietly picked up the teapot that Xin Muyun put down and poured out the last glass of wine.

"Can it be cured?" he asked. "It's a pity not to practice martial arts."

Xin Muyun asked Chen Guangming: "Do you want to practice martial arts?"

"Think." Chen Guangming said immediately.

The original intention of sneaking into the Tang Mansion was to get some more money to find his younger brother and sister. If he could cure his problem, it would be great. Chen Guangming thought, since that is the case, the Tang family would not cheat. With a thought, he knelt down and kowtowed to Xin Muyun: "Please ask Master Xinbao to help you..."

At this time, I could only hear Xin Muyun say something slowly.

"It's a pity that I can't cure."

Chen Guangming's words were stuck halfway through before he finished speaking, making him dizzy.

Tang Ou: "...you...can't cure you, and you still speak?"

Xin Muyun smiled and said, "I can't cure it, but you can."

Hearing this, Tang Ou and Chen Guangming were both stunned.

Xin Muyun then said the reason: "The internal skills of the mind method you practice is Qingyang. Spring is Qingyang, and this internal skills have the effect of rejuvenation. Your master should have told you that if a person with a broken meridian can practice Qingyang mind method from a young age, it only takes more time for the meridians to continue to grow naturally, and he is better at practicing martial arts than ordinary people."

In Tang Ou's silence, Chen Guangming stared at him nervously.

Tang Ou looked at Xin Muyun and Shen Guangming.

The spring sun shines the dust in the room. In the transparent light column and the chaotic dust, a thin and earnest boy kneels.

Tang Ou never expected that he would bring his servant to Xin Muyun to diagnose the disease, but it developed into this state. He thought he would be cured by taking medicine and acupuncture, but now he has become a disciple to his master. When his master asked him to enter, he once said that Qingyang's mind method was not passed on to many people. Zhang Ziqiao only had one disciple, and Tang Ou could only have one disciple, which is the rule.

"Do you want to practice martial arts?" Tang Ou asked.

Chen Guangming's answer this time was not that straightforward.

Although he had never been a disciple, he also studied with the famous habit of cheating Fang Dazao in the world for a while. It was very cautious to be a master and take disciples. Fang Dazao liked Chen Guangming's cleverness and intelligence, and his shamelessness and unruly nature. Such a personality was just right for him. Even so, Fang Dazao never allowed Chen Guangming to call him his master.

Although Chen Guangming didn't know where Master Tang Ou went, he became nervous when he heard the four words "Qingyang Heart Method".

He knew that Qingyang's Heart Method was founded by Qingyang's ancestor in a desperate situation of life and death. The successor of this merit was Zhang Ziqiao, who should be Tang Ou's master. Qingyang's ancestor faced the siege of the enemy and betrayed by his fellow disciples alone, but he was still in deep despair and pain. He created this merit with supreme warmth and compassion: This is known to everyone in the world. Chen Guangming has heard many stories about Qingyang's ancestors, and some have mentioned his amazing disciple Zhang Ziqiao. When the storyteller finally talked, he always said the previous sentence: "Who are those who can learn Qingyang's heart Method? They are all great kind people who are rare in the world! Without a kind heart and compassionate heart, hey, can you learn? Can you learn? No one can learn! Want to know who Zhang Ziqiao's disciple is?"

However, the storyteller doesn't know either.

Chen Guangming knew that he was not a good person. Although he had not been full of bad things, the most thought was how to get many benefits from others without any money.

How could such a person get an answer?

Chen Guangming was upset and frustrated, and he lowered his head and rubbed his fingers. At this time, Tang Ou spoke on top of his head.

"I didn't decide whether to accept disciples or not, and I'm not as good as teaching disciples. So I'll take you to see your master." Tang Ou said, "Chen Zhengyi, if you can learn, you can learn. If you can't learn, I'll think of other ways for you. Since I said I want to help you, I'll help you to the end."

Chen Guangming then realized that "Chen Zhengyi" was his pseudonym, and he kowtowed with gratitude while becoming ashamed.

However, since Mr. Tang’s birthday was approaching, the matter of taking Chen Zhengyi to meet his master was temporarily put on hold. Tang Ou promised to take him there immediately after his birthday.

Chen Guangming gradually became more and more skilled in the Tang Mansion. He had more birthdays and fewer people, so he was called to help.

On the same day, he was rubbing furniture with sorrow, when he suddenly saw Tang Ou Shu Tong Nanxiang running over.

"Nan Xiang! Wait!" Someone greeted him, "Did you see it?"

"I saw it!" Nan Xiang looked excited, "It's really a beauty."

Chen Guangming became excited when he heard the word "beauty". He swung his handkerchief and asked, "What kind of beauty?"
Chapter completed!