The Ultimate Martial Instructor

At the end of the battle, Yang Fang had to let people carry away the comatose Liao Shuchen and the seriously injured Jiang Xingchen.

Qin long is also close to collapse at this time, and Yang ling'er walks quickly.

"Are you all right?" Yang ling'er asked in a slightly concerned voice, not like the previous indifference.

"What do you think?" Qin long said with a bitter smile.

"I wish I couldn't die." Yang ling'er pretends to be indifferent.

"Does that count?" Qin long asked.

Yang ling'er looks at Qin long, hesitates for a moment, and nods.

Qin long grinned happily.

"Come here for a second." Qin long said.

"What for?"

"Help me."

"Qin long, don't push an inch." Yang ling'er said.

"I -"

before Qin long finished speaking, he fainted in the dark.

Yang ling'er's reaction is fairly quick. When Qin long is about to fall to the ground, he reaches for a hug and hugs Qin long.

Yang ling'er's strength is bigger than that of ordinary adults. It's not hard to hold Qin long.

"Qin long, don't make trouble. Wake up quickly." Yang ling'er yells aloud, a little flustered flashes across his face.

Shaking a few times, Qin long still did not wake up, Yang ling'er more anxious.

"Don't worry, he just passed out for a while. He'll be fine after tonight." At this time, Dao Ling said slowly.

This battle, whether physical or mental, is a great consumption for Qin long. Now that the battle is over, his nervous system will relax and faint. It's very normal for him to be able to support up to now.

When Yang ling'er heard that Qin long was ok, she was relieved. Even she didn't find out. At that moment, she didn't want Qin long to be in trouble.

Immediately, Yang Wanshan asked people to carry Qin long to a guest room to have a rest. Yang linger stayed in the guest room to take care of Qin long for half an hour before he came out.

Yang Wanshan had been waiting outside the door. He saw Yang ling'er come out with a faint smile on his face.

"Why do you look at me like that?" Yang ling'er asked.

"Ling'er, tell me honestly, what do you think of Qin long?" Yang Wanshan asked hehe.

"How about what?" Yang ling'er pretends not to understand and asks, but her eyes betray her and she doesn't dare to look directly at Yang Wan Shan. This is obviously a sign of guilty heart.

"As a man, I think he is pretty good." The smile on Yang Wanshan's face began to smile.

He knows his daughter. If he doesn't like a man at all, he will never take care of him in person, which is beyond the relationship between friends.

"A big bastard." Yang ling'er is not angry and says that she is very angry at the thought that Qin long hasn't called her for several months.

Yang Wanshan did not speak. This was the first time he heard Yang ling'er describe a man with such a coquettish tone.

I'm afraid I really like Qin long, right?

Five years ago, Yang ling'er was with Qin long when he didn't lose his memory. At that time, Yang Wanshan didn't oppose it. Now, five years later, he naturally won't oppose it. What's more, Qin Long's performance today is enough to make Yang Wanshan give Yang ling'er to him.

After a night's sleep, Qin Longyou wakes up. Although his body has recovered, his spirit is still very tired. It seems that yesterday's World War I really consumed a lot.

After sitting on the bed for half an hour, Qin long felt that he had recovered a lot, so he got out of bed and walked around.

Out of the room, today's weather is not very good, gray, occasionally blowing cold wind, with a trace of chill.

From a distance, Qin long saw Dao Ling sitting leisurely on a hundred year old chair, with two beautiful young women beating his back for him, showing a look of great enjoyment.

Qin long has no choice but to smile bitterly. Sometimes he really doesn't think Dao Ling is a super expert at all. He is a simple and honest looking old man with a little bit of obscenity in his heart, even though he is still middle-aged.

Qin long slowly walked past, Dao Ling slightly opened his eyes, glanced at Qin long, and then closed up again.

"Qin long, do you want them to call two beauties to serve you?" Dao Ling asked in a pleasant voice.

Qin long shrugged his shoulders and shook his head and said, "no, I don't have this demand."

"Young people, I don't know how to enjoy it now. When I get old, I will regret it. The world is still wonderful." Dao Ling said, his right hand deliberately pinched the side of the little sister's thigh, provoking the other party to laugh, but he didn't refuse.

Qin long shakes his head helplessly. Yang ling'er gives him a headache. Where can he think of other things.

Before long, a servant of the Yang family came over and called Qin long and Dao Ling to Yang Fang's study.

They come to Yang Fang's study. At this time, Yang Fang is writing calligraphy while Yang Wanshan is grinding. Qin long doesn't make a sound when they arrive. He just watches Yang Fang writing quietly."A generation of pride."

When he finished writing the four characters, Yang let out a sigh, as if he had run more than ten kilometers. After finishing his writing, he took a satisfied look, and then put down his brush.

"Qin long, how about these four words?" Yang Fang looks at Qin long with a smile and asks.

Qin Long's eyes brightened when he looked at it. He had to admit that even if he didn't know the words, he could see that these four words were not simple. They were like a dragon in a tiger's seat, jumping up at any time, but at the end of each stroke they were just right.

What's more, Qin long actually felt a great force from it, which was very wonderful. This was also the most surprising place for Qin long.

It seems that Yang Fang's strength is really strong.

"Good word." Qin long said with admiration.

Get Qin Long's appreciation, Yang Fang smile more happy, said: "send you how?"

Qin long a Leng, obviously did not expect Yang Fang will give these four words to him, said: "I'm afraid this is not very good?"

"What's wrong? Yesterday you fought alone with Jiang Xingchen of the Jiang family. Your strength is enough to bear these four words." Yang Fang said.

A generation of pride, if even Qin long can not afford to rise, then who else?

When Qin long is in a dilemma, Dao Ling on one side suddenly talks.

"It's a good word, but it's a pity that it's a little poor." Dao Ling said slowly.

Yang Wanshan's face changed slightly when he heard this sentence. He knew his father's temper. There were two things he was most proud of in his life. The first thing was that he became the godfather of China in that year. The second thing was his calligraphy. There were countless calligraphers who had seen him, and they were all ashamed. His calligraphy attainments had reached a level that no one could match The pinnacle of the world.

Now this man dare to say that Yang Fang's words are a little bit worse. Yang Wanshan can't help looking at Yang Fang.

But to Yang Wanshan's surprise, his father was not angry, but excited.

"Please give me some advice!" Yang Wanshan said with his hands clasping.