Wei Qi

There was a flash of surprise in Rong Han's eyes, no way, it will have an effect so soon?Thinking of this, Rong Han didn't hesitate, and immediately put his palm on Wei Qi's body, a trace of internal force penetrated Wei Qi's skin like a fine thread, and reached the inside of Wei Qi's body.

"What are you doing, ouch." Rong Han slapped Wei Qi directly, but fortunately, he only used a small amount of internal force, and his words didn't get in the way.

"Shut up, don't talk!"

Wei Qi stared at him in disbelief, then pursed his lips and remained silent.

The delicate internal force is like a silk thread, flowing slowly through Wei Qi's body like a fish. The more he tried, the stiffer his face became. The more he tried, the wider his eyes widened.Finally, he put down his palm, glanced at Wei Qi, and said nothing.

"You continue tomorrow, add the load to the weight, the number of laps is still the same, it doesn't need to be too fast."

"Fuck, what are you talking about, why are you entertaining me? What's wrong with me?" Wei Qi's eyes suddenly lit up when he said this. "Am I like what the storyteller said, I already have internal energy running in my body? Is my root bone good and a talent for martial arts? I... Oh, fuck, why do you keep beating me!"

Wei Qi's chatter finally stopped with Rong Han's quick pat.Rong Han looked at him angrily and amusedly, pointed with his finger and put it down again.

"Speaking of which, I think you have heard a lot of these inexplicable storytelling myths in the past, about some martial arts masters?"

"Of course," Wei Qi rubbed the patted area on his head vigorously. "I've heard a lot."

"In the future, people will think that the wind is the rain. If everyone can achieve something after practicing for half a month, then they are not martial arts wizards, they are simply monsters."

"What?" Wei Qi was stunned, unable to believe it. "I obviously feel my stomach..." Wei Qi said while pointing to his belly, but Rong Han sneered and laughed out loud.

"If you really feel it, it's definitely because you twisted your stomach with improper force!"

"..." Wei Qi looked at him speechlessly and asked with his eyes.

"That's right, you are serious, you think too much!" Rong Han told him firmly, Wei Qi's face was almost wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

"I hate it, what kind of master are you! After practicing for so long, there is no result, you are a mediocre teacher!!! No, Yongjun! No, Yongshuai! I hate it!"

Wei Qi was furious, and he pushed Rong Han away fiercely and turned his head aside, his face was full of anger from embarrassment.

"Pfft..." Rong Han finally couldn't help laughing, seeing Wei Qi's embarrassed expression, he suppressed a smile to comfort him. "It doesn't matter, if you continue to practice, you will definitely have a reaction, but it's not a hot fireball, but your body becomes lighter and your limbs become stronger. This is the reaction you should have. At that time, I will change the training method for you again. Way."

"Go away, go back to your commander-in-chief's mansion! I'll do it naturally after I've practiced!"

The two were arguing, but the servant outside the door came in, Rong Han taught Wei Qi martial arts to the king of Shang, so the two could be regarded as upright mentors and apprentices.

"Rong Shuai, His Majesty the King of Shang has a request. Regarding the situation of General Rong's army, His Majesty would like to invite you to discuss it."

"Okay, I got it." Rong Han nodded and patted Wei Qi's back, "Then I'll go first, His Majesty the King of Shang ordered you to practice first, and wait for me to come back if you don't understand."

Wei Qi responded vaguely, tilting his head to one side.