Chapter 10: Tang Jiaoxi

Chapter 10 Tang Education
"From tomorrow on, you will be the martial arts instructor in Training Ground No. 7." Tang Bin smiled very kindly, and patted Tang Luo's shoulder, who was only at his waist height, as if he had delegated some extraordinary task to the other party. .
Please don't make such strange jokes, second uncle.
"I refuse." Tang Luo looked up at Tang Bin, and the desire to complain in his heart could no longer be suppressed.
"Then continue to practice martial arts." Tang Bin looked regretful, as if the child in front of him had rejected one hundred million.
"Second Uncle! Be reasonable." Tang Luo was in a gloomy mood. He was in a special situation, so what to teach others? Isn't this a misunderstanding?
Boy, where to run!
"You have to choose one for your own practice or for teaching others. Otherwise, what are you doing in Wutang?" Tang Bin looked straight ahead and drew a big circle with his right hand toward the practice field, which seemed very convincing.
What kind of robber logic is this.
"Second Uncle, I'm still a child!" Tang Luo couldn't believe that the man in front of him was the serious and responsible Tang teacher.
You quickly lower your head and open your eyes to look at me! I'm just a 13-year-old kid!
As if hearing Tang Luo's heartfelt voice, Tang Bin really lowered his head. Although his entire face was in the shadow, his expression was very sunny: "It's okay, the training ground on the 7th is also a child."
Tang Luo looked at Tang Bin with a positive face and was speechless. He really didn't understand how to ask a question, and Tang Bin must arrange a martial arts training job for himself.
Silence, making a silent protest.
"Don't worry, teach whatever you want. All martial arts training grounds, your second uncle has the final say." Tang Bin felt that the young man must be nervous. After all, he will be a martial arts instructor at the age of thirteen. There is indeed some rush, but it doesn’t matter. Don’t you still have your own strong support?
Although Tang Luo was only thirteen years old, Tang Bin was quite sure that he was qualified for this position.
Not only because he can learn any of his moves at a glance, but more importantly, his powerful control over aura.
You know, even if Tang Bin’s cultivation at the pinnacle of the Mortal Transformation Realm is used to control the amount of spiritual power output of the "Raising Wind" palm, what he can achieve is only the level Tang Luo demonstrated at the time, and he has practiced martial arts for thirty years. , And all his martial skills are above this set of Tongtian Baju.
And how long Tang Luo is, it can be seen that as long as he studies martial arts, his future achievements in martial arts will be limitless.
The arm still couldn't be twisted and retreated, Tang Luo looked helpless at Tang Bin who was talking to himself.
"You don't need to practice martial arts to become a trainer, right." Tang Luo no longer believes in these seemingly honest men, it is better to ask clearly.
"Yes, and there are many benefits to be a teacher." Tang Bin saw Tang Luo let go, immediately overjoyed, ready to give him some special benefits, after all, he is his nephew, how can he treat him badly.
"Most of the children in Cultivation Field No. 7 are orphans adopted by Wutang. They are all good children who have completed the foundation of the martial arts. If you see any good seedlings in it, the second uncle will directly let you take it away and become a retainer." Tang Bin felt that no Tang disciple could resist such a temptation.
We must know that every year the best training ground graduates are robbed by the main branch of the Tang family, and every child trained by the Tang family from an early age is not only loyal but also good at fighting.
Such talents are earned by grabbing them. Tang Bin felt that Tang Luo would be grateful on the spot as soon as he gave out this skill.
Seeing Tang Luo stunned by such good news, Tang Bin smiled confidently.
After a while, Tang Luo returned to his senses and asked very incomprehensibly: "What is the retainer?"
! ! ! ! Where did this ignorant boy come from? Tang Bin was almost blown up. How could he be so ignorant as a direct descendant of the Tang family? Has Tang Sen ever popularized his son some basic knowledge.
Tang Bin took a deep breath, meditating in his heart not to be angry or angry, not to breathe with the child.
He spit out a sigh of suffocation. It is necessary for Tang Luo to know how much money he promised him: "Chang Fu is the retainer chosen by your father back then. Over the years, if he hadn't helped you three rooms to handle all the chores. Well organized, how can your father concentrate on martial arts, breaking through the fierce state at only thirty-five years old."
Tang Luo was stunned. It turned out that Fu Bo turned out to be a clan warrior trained by his family, no wonder.
"So boy, now you understand how important it is to choose a good retainer." Tang Bin snorted, really an ignorant boy.
"Oh~ So that's it." Tang Luo suddenly realized that there was nothing else.
on! No! Have! other! Up?
It’s really annoying. Tang Bin looked at Tang Luo’s indifferent appearance, with blue veins on his forehead flicking, fearing that he would be mad if he stayed with this kid again: "I will take you to the training ground on the 7th tomorrow. People, do what you should do now. Fuck off."
It was said that Tang Luo got out, but Tang Bin walked away as soon as he turned around.
"Um, second uncle is going well." Tang Luo was scolded inexplicably but decided to be a polite person, after all, he had received so many years of quality education.
Hey, a figure ran all the way to Tang Luo's side.
"Brother, you are amazing! What the teacher asked you to say." Tang Xing, who was always paying attention to Tang Luo, saw that Tang Bin was gone, and he came to his brother and started flattering and gossiping.
"At a young age, my curiosity is so heavy." Tang Luo pushed away his little brother's face that was close to his chin. If this guy had a tail, it would be like a puppy.
But this time I really have something to tell this little guy.
"From tomorrow on, I won't come to Cultivation Field One." With a breath, Tang Luo felt a little depressed, and patted Tang Xing's head.
Xiao Zhengtai, who was extremely excited just now, was suddenly startled by his brother's performance, tears filled his eyes in a flash, and grabbed his brother's sleeve.
"Brother, is the instructor trying to drive you away? Then I will go too, let Dad come over and teach him! Breath."
Xiao Zhengtai raised his little head with tears, and vowed to advance and retreat with his brother, looking for Baba to preside over justice.
I didn't see it, this guy has a big brain and a lot of inner play.
Tang Luo looked at a black question mark, looking at Xiao Zhengtai who was full of tears and sucked his nose into his nose, a little speechless.
He took out the handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Xiao Zhengtai, and explained with a look of disgust: "Big brother, I will go to training ground No. 7 as a martial arts training tomorrow. I can't practice with you anymore. Wipe my nose quickly, hello! The nose is going to run into the mouth!"
Xiao Zhengtai, who was still thinking about how to file a complaint, listened to Tang Luo's explanation, her mouth opened wider and wider, her facial muscles suddenly lost control, and her anger became dumbfounded. The nasal mucus that had been sucked out of control went straight into his mouth.
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the next day
On the No. 7 training ground, dozens of children of different sizes lined up in several rows of different heights, casting their curious eyes on Tang Luo who was standing on a rock.
"From today, this Tang instructor will be your martial arts training." The training in training ground No. 7 is Boshan, with a face with a Chinese character and facial features very square and serious. He was once a warrior of the Tang Family Hall, but was defeated by the enemy in a battle. Cut off his left arm, so he was assigned to the training ground as a teacher.
Tang Bin introduced Tang Luo to the instructor early this morning. At first, Boshan didn't buy it. He felt that it was a young master from the clan family who had come to get his seniority. Therefore, Boshan's expression was very bad, and he became confused with Tang Bin. But after Tang Luo only listened to the description and learned his gatekeeper skills, he was convinced.
After all, Boshan had broken his left arm, and he couldn't practice many martial arts moves. Naturally, he couldn't talk about the ability to teach. Tang Bin's plan to arrange Tang Luo in the training ground No. 7 was also after careful consideration. But Boshan this guy actually didn't give himself face so much, so that Tang Bin, the master of the training ground, really couldn't get off the stage. He threw Tang Luo to Boshan and left angrily.
So this meeting has become Boshan's host, but looking at the eyes of the children below, I am afraid that most of them are not convinced. I don't know what is bad.
As the training ground of No. 7 training ground, Boshan still can’t understand the minds of these boys, so he immediately warned:
If you dare to have any disrespect for the teachings of the Tang Dynasty, the confinement room has been very idle recently. There are more than enough people. Do you understand."
The students who had been simmering in bad thoughts to disarm Tang Luo immediately were taken aback, nodded in a hurry, and a sparse "understanding" came.
This level obviously did not satisfy Boshan. He had a dark face at the time, his voice was two octaves higher, and he asked again, "Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Dozens of children of different sizes were forced by Boshan's lewd prestige, and they all brushed together.
Tang Luo was amazed when he watched it. It seems that this Boshan is very military style. At least these half-old children in front of him are in awe of the one-handed teaching.
"Next, we welcome Tang Jiaxue to say a few words to everyone." Boshan watched the children respond neatly, nodded with satisfaction, and waved his hand to Tang Luo.
Tang Luo had expected such an occurrence a long time ago, so he deliberately stood on a boulder more than half a meter high, so that the short children standing in the back row could see him.
The phalanx's eyes focused on Tang Luo again, but most of the eyes had changed. If they looked at Boshan with respect just now, then now they are probably not convinced, curious, and provocative. After all, Boshan is still standing by his side.
This is not as good as their neutral and curious look at the beginning. It seems that Boshan's remarks are not helpful to him.
Well, anyway, I'm here to teach martial arts, and I'm not a younger brother. It doesn't matter whether you respect or not.
Tang Luo smiled with a righteous attitude. The thirteen-year-old has entered the voice changer, and his voice is a bit low: "Hello everyone, I am your martial arts instructor Tang Luo, you can ask any questions about martial arts. I."
Isn't it the end? Tang Luo exchanged glances with Bo Shan. He is really not good at this kind of speech in front of everyone.
Just after these words are said, the children below show more or less disdainful expressions. This is really a failed self-introduction. Tang Luo reflected on himself.
Boshan didn't think there was any problem with these words. After seeing Tang Luo's ability, he felt that Tang Luo was more than enough to teach these little ghosts. Tang Luo was a man born for martial arts.
Boshan couldn't wait to let the children improve here, and immediately announced: "Come to me if you have questions about the exercises, and Tang Jiao if you have questions about martial arts. Now disband on the spot and start practicing separately."
As soon as the voice fell, a dozen of the youngest children hurried over the square and ran to Tang Luo's side, a mess.
(End of this chapter)