Wu Lin Jiu Tian

For seven or eight days in a row, Song Fan didn't take a step out of the room, and just lay on the bed to rest. The little boy in brocade clothes and Wen Shi'er still cared about him, and the maids in the mansion delivered the meals to him on time every day.

This feeling is really uncomfortable. Obviously, the dragon and the tiger are fierce, and there is plenty of strength in the body, but when I move a little, I feel extremely tired.

Song Fan felt helpless, an imposing eight-foot man, lying on the couch all day, like a sick child, what does this look like!

"Huh!" Slowly got up and got out of bed, a trace of joy appeared on Song Fan's face.

After resting for seven or eight days, he felt that his mental strength had recovered a little. Although he hadn't fully recovered, he still had the most basic mobility.

"Squeak!" Song Fan pushed open the door.

It was early in the morning, and the warm sunshine was shining down on Song Fan's slightly mature face.

After coming out to practice for about half a year, the initial youthfulness and immaturity have gradually faded away, replaced by a more mature mentality and perseverance.

"It's been a long time since I went out."

Song Fan smiled, stepped out, and wandered around the courtyard of this unknown mansion.

In fact, since he was rescued by Wen Shi'er and returned to the mansion, he has never stepped out of the door.As for Wen Shi'er and the little boy in Jinyi, they only visited him once when he woke up for the first time, and they haven't seen each other since.

Speaking of which, he didn't know anything about the identities of the little boy in Jinyi and Wen Shi'er.

Song Fan wandered around the mansion for a while, feeling dazed.

In this so-called mansion, there are carved dragons and painted buildings, pavilions, towers and pavilions everywhere, which is very grand, which he has never seen before.Earlier, when he saw the extraordinary demeanor of the little boy in Jinyi and Wen Shi'er, he felt that the two must be extraordinary, but now he strengthened his guess.

Walking in front of a quiet courtyard, there was a sudden sound of reading aloud, the sound was clear and pleasant.

"Huh? Isn't that the voice of the little boy in Jinyi?" Song Fan was taken aback when he heard the voice, and immediately walked towards the courtyard.

On the open space in the courtyard, a little boy in brocade clothes was shaking his head and reading a book. While reading, the little boy was also practicing some martial arts moves.

Next to the courtyard, there are two old men with gray beards standing, smiling and looking at the little boy in brocade clothes in the middle of the courtyard. Behind them, there are even a group of maids and servants standing by at any time.

This scene caused Song Fan's complexion to change involuntarily.

"Dual purpose?" Looking at the little boy in brocade clothes in the middle of the courtyard, Song Fan shook his head with some doubts in his heart.

For advanced cultivators, it is not a problem to use one mind for two purposes, but for those with shallow cultivation, this is a big taboo. If you are a little careless, not only will your cultivation fail to improve, but you may even go crazy .

Looking at the little boy in brocade clothes in the middle of the courtyard, Song Fan kept shaking his head.

"Your Highness, let's call it a day!" An old man with a gray beard said.

"Thank you teacher." The little boy in brocade clothes replied.

"Your Highness!" Hearing these two words, Song Fan's heart was shocked.

The old man called the little boy in Jinyi like this, and the identity of the little boy in Jinyi is already revealed. This little boy, who is only ** years old, is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Dayan Dynasty.

Song Fan couldn't laugh or cry, this so-called mansion was actually the Prince's Mansion of the Dayan Dynasty, and he entered the Prince's Mansion of the Dayan Dynasty in a daze.

The little boy in brocade clothes saw Song Fan, with a smile on his face, and ran towards him, "Song Fan, are you feeling better?"

"I've been resting for a few days, and I'm much better." Song Fan hurriedly saluted, "I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Hehe." The little boy in brocade clothes scratched his head, and said with a chuckle: "My real name is Yun Jingtian. When there are outsiders, you can call me His Royal Highness, and privately call me Xiaotian."

"Xiaotian?" Song Fan's head was full of black lines, and he said hastily, "Don't dare."

Hearing what Song Fan said, Yun Jingtian frowned and pouted his mouth sideways, as if he was a little angry.

Seeing this scene, Song Fan remembered that although Yun Jingtian was the crown prince of the Dayan Dynasty, he was only ** years old after all, so he inevitably had some childish temper.

He immediately changed the subject and said, "Xiaotian, why were you studying and practicing martial arts at the same time?"

Only then did Yun Jingtian smile, and asked, "How do you think my martial arts moves are doing well?"

"The moves are well practiced, but this set of martial arts is not strong enough, but more than flexible, so it has no lethality."

After thinking about it seriously, Song Fan replied truthfully.

Song Fan noticed that the martial arts practiced by Yun Jingtian didn't seem like actual combat martial arts, and it didn't have any benefits for physical fitness. Instead, it was more for health preservation. To put it bluntly, it was just a show.

This may also be the reason why Yun Jingtian can use two things at once.

When martial artists practice martial arts, they pay the most attention to the practicality of martial arts, and the second is whether they look good or not, so Song Fan is a little puzzled, how can Yun Jingtian practice such martial arts?

Yun Jingtian nodded after hearing this, and said with some frustration: "They don't let me practice those real martial arts. They said, I can't practice martial arts, and I will govern the country in the future."

After finishing speaking, Yun Jingtian looked at Song Fan longingly, and said eagerly: "Brother Song Fan, why don't you teach me how to practice martial arts."

"So it is!"

Seeing Yun Jingtian's little face so close at hand, Song Fan suddenly realized that he thought about things according to conventional thinking, but ignored Yun Jingtian's identity and status.

Yun Jingtian is not an ordinary person. He is the prince of the Dayan Dynasty, the future emperor of the Dayan Dynasty. With a wave of his hand, there will be countless warriors with high cultivation levels scrambling to serve him. Naturally, he himself does not need to practice martial arts. What should be learned is the way of governing the country.

In the Dayan Dynasty, it was also popular to practice martial arts. Many people in the royal family also practiced martial arts, and there were also many martial artists with advanced cultivation, but as the crown prince of the Dayan Dynasty, they were not allowed to practice martial arts.

Yun Jingtian's father, who is now the emperor of the Dayan Dynasty, also does not have the slightest cultivation level.

"This..." Song Fan showed embarrassment, teaching Yun Jingtian to practice martial arts is not difficult, but the consequences are not something he can afford.

Seeing Yun Jingtian's longing eyes, Song Fan really couldn't bear to refuse him, so he reluctantly said: "Well, if you can get the consent of your two teachers, I will teach you martial arts."

Yun Jingtian nodded excitedly, then ran towards the two gray-bearded old men, and babbled a lot to them, only to see the two old men glanced in Song Fan's direction, and then exchanged words. Looking at each other, they nodded at the same time.

Yun Jingtian immediately jumped up happily, and shouted to Song Fan: "Brother Song Fan, the two teachers agreed, starting tomorrow, you can teach me martial arts."

"Agreed?" Hearing this, Song Fan froze, did he agree so easily?