Chapter 14: Clouds in the Palm, Thunder in the Sky

Zhao Xing was happy, but Mrs. Cai was not.

She wanted to hide the meat for next time, but it was already in the pot and it was difficult to take it out, so she simply put more in, otherwise Zheng'er would not be full. The child had already started practicing martial arts, so he had to keep up with the nutrition.

"Eat, eat, eat. You peasant will eat until you die of fullness." Mrs. Cai stared at the pot fiercely and banged the chopping board loudly, as if the piece of meat was Zhao Xing.

The noise in the kitchen grew noticeably louder, but no one noticed.

Because Zhao Ruide was taking Zhao Zheng to practice martial arts in the yard.

He was doing the standing meditation, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there, but he was still motionless, like a green pine.

Although he was nearly 60, his breathing was still long, his blood was like mercury, and the richness of his vital energy far exceeded that of Zhao Xing.

"The Mountain Sitting Skill, standing like sitting on a mountain, this is barely a third-rate martial arts skill, but it has been practiced to feel like a top-rate one. It seems that as long as you practice it long enough, even a small spell can have great power." Zhao Xing thought to himself.

Whether it is martial arts or magic, it can break the inherent level and produce new insights. It can be said that there is no limit.

Of course, this situation is rare in the current version. First, there are many ways to obtain magic and martial arts. After reaching the "ninth turn" (full proficiency), people will basically choose a higher level to practice. Second, it is limited by the rules of heaven and earth. If it is a resurrection version, this situation will become common.

Zhao Ruide was tying the knot seriously, with a straight posture and energy flowing in and out with his breath. However, Zhao Zheng, who was standing next to him, was careless.

He moved his feet, twisted his waist, scratched his ears and cheeks, but his mind was not on this at all.

Seeing Zhao Xing coming back, his eyes immediately lit up, as if he had finally found a reason not to practice: "Brother is back! Brother! Father, you guys chat! I'll go get you some towels!"

This little brat doesn’t really like me, he just wants to avoid practicing martial arts!
Now even if you bring a dog over, he will call me brother. This little guy is so smart!
After saying that, he got up and ran away.

"Come back! Who told you to move?!" Zhao Ruide shouted.

Zhao Zheng ran away with a smile on his face, not taking Zhao Ruide's words seriously at all.

Zhao Xing also found it funny to see this. It is rare for a father to teach his son martial arts because he is simply reluctant to use too much force. What's more, Zhao Ruide had a son in his old age and doted on Zhao Zheng quite a bit. At most, he would say a few harsh words to him. How could he practice martial arts?
"Zhao Zheng, come here."

"Ah? Brother..." Zhao Zheng stood there, feeling a little conflicted.

"One, two~~"

"Coming, coming!" Zhao Zheng was startled and ran over immediately.

"Father hasn't even said it's over yet, why are you running? Keep standing!"

Zhao Zheng's face suddenly fell, his brows drooped, and he stood next to Zhao Ruide unwillingly.

"Bend your knees, straighten your chest, and keep your hands straight!" Zhao Xing kicked Zhao Zheng's leg without any hesitation.

"Stand still, big brother. I'm standing still." Zhao Zheng didn't dare to get angry and instead gave a flattering smile.

Zhao Ruide pretended not to notice his younger son's worthless appearance.

But this cannot be blamed on Zhao Zheng.

He was spoiled by his mother and loved by his father, and even if he made mistakes or was naughty, they never really hit him.

Only this big brother is different, he really beats you, and he does it no matter how painful it is.

Even when I reported it to my father, he still only said a few words.

He reported it to his mother, but she couldn't even win the argument!
Although there is no blood relationship, there is a feeling of blood suppression.

As a result, when Zhao Zheng sees Zhao Xing, he becomes as obedient as a quail.

Dinner was eaten in the yard. Zhao Ruide was not so particular. Mrs. Cai was a singer and did not care about these details. The yard was cool, so they ate there.

With Zhao Xing around, Zhao Zheng ate more properly, but after a while he still felt a little restless: "Mom, I'm hot."

Although he was speaking to Madam Cai, Zhao Zheng's eyes were looking towards his elder brother expectantly.

"Mom will fan you." Mrs. Cai immediately put down her chopsticks and went to get the palm-leaf fan. "No need to bother." Zhao Xing pointed with his hand, and dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, just covering the setting sun.

At the same time, there was a refreshing breeze, and Zhao Zheng's eyes sparkled at this scene.

Even Zhao Ruide was a little surprised: "Is the wind blowing already? The clouds are getting bigger too."

Zhao Xing nodded and said, "There has been some progress recently."

More than just some progress, Zhao Xing's current proficiency in [Xingyun] has exceeded 5000. In insider terms, it is the fifth level of Xingyun, which can cover meters.

Zhao Ruide was knowledgeable. He could clearly feel the improvement in his magic. At the same time, looking at his adopted son's appearance, he felt that this nonchalant attitude was very different from before.

"Is there any hope of getting an official position this year?"

Zhao Xing put down his bowl and chopsticks: "I'm 80% sure."

Zhao Ruide asked: "Which 20% is missing?"

Zhao Xing thought: "A good teacher and a recommender."

Although Xue Wenzhong agreed to accept him as his disciple, he had not made his apprenticeship public after all. It was unknown how much effort the old Sinong would be willing to put in to recommend him. Besides, the old Sinong alone might not be enough.

The selection of an official is mainly based on assessment, but recommendation also plays a certain role, especially when several people have the same or similar scores.

Zhao Ruide nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

But in the next few days, Zhao Xing discovered that the food at home had suddenly become of a higher quality, with most of it being nourishing.

Sinong Supervisor, at daybreak, Zhao Xing had already arrived at Xue Wenzhong's Huailiu Courtyard.

“Boom~” “Boom!”

A dark cloud, only three meters square, was hovering five meters above Zhao Xing's head.

The sound of thunder was endless, and the flash of lightning made Zhao Xing's face flicker.

After a while, the dark clouds dissipated.

Zhao Xing looked at the panel.

【Thunder: Primary Spell】

[Progress: (3005/9999)]

[Effect: When the moving clouds are in front, thunder can be heard in the clouds. ]

"The thunder has already struck for the third time, and its power is getting stronger and stronger. Old Sinong is really a treasure grandpa." Zhao Xing couldn't help but sigh.

He just learned [Thunder] a few days ago, and within a few days he had already reached the third level.

The rapid progress was due to the Dao Embryo Pill and the blessing of luck, but also the exclusive guidance of Xue Wenzhong was a great help.

For example, just now, Xue Wenzhong asked him to control [Moving Clouds] at about three meters, and then cast [Thunder]. This way of casting is very demanding on control, but the training effect is very great.

In other words, proficiency is given a lot!

"Clouds moving in the palm of my hand and three-foot-high thunder. This is something I figured out on my own." Clouds appeared in the palm of Xue Wenzhong's hand, and lightning snakes rolled in them.

"The court teaches all kinds of magic, and everyone can learn it, but finding the best, optimal, and most suitable way to cast a spell for yourself is the 'art'."

"Think about it carefully, and practice while thinking in the backyard this morning. I will come to check from time to time after class. I heard that you got A-A in the Minor Heat Assessment a few days ago. You must not be proud. There is still a big gap between you and the best students in other academies. The thirty people on the A-list are all better than you."

"Yes, I will remember it." Zhao Xing bowed.

(End of this chapter)