Just as the two of them walked into the largest courtyard in the village where Wang Yi lived, Wang Tan, who had been staying in Wang Yi's house, jumped out of it, came up and grabbed Wang Yi's sleeve, raised his head and asked, "Second brother, are you feeling uncomfortable again? Are you tired?"

Wang Yi touched Wang Tan's head and smiled and said, "Little sister, second brother is fine, just take a break!"

Seeing this beautiful and lovely sister, Wang Yi's feeling of depression just now was gone, and the rest was full of joy.

In later generations, his daughter often lingers around her. Now there is a younger sister of similar age, who is equally clear and cute, even more elf than his daughter in later generations. She suddenly lets Wang Yi find some spiritual sustenance and often lets Wang Tan talk with him.

"Second brother, Tan'er likes your appearance now. He used to be like that, and he didn't even know Tan'er, hehe!" Wang Tan held Wang Yi's hand and said with a smile, "You can play with Tan'er every day in the future!"

"I used to be stupid when my second brother was knocked down. This time I was injured and hit again. I will be so smart in the future and I can play with you every day," Wang Yi smiled all over his face, took Wang Tan's hand and entered the room.

Wang Fu also followed the brother and sister into the house. After entering the house, he also said to the little girl carefully: "Miss Third, let the second young master take a break. Can you please let Wang Zhou accompany you to play?"

"Okay, then," Wang Tan looked at Wang Fu, then looked up at Wang Yi, "Second brother, then you can take a break! Tan'er will go and play for yourself, and you will have a rest later. Come and play with Tan'er, okay?"

"Okay, Tan'er, go and play, be careful and don't fall!" Wang Yi patted Wang Tan's head lovingly and reminded him.

"Second brother, I will be careful, let's go!" Wang Tan smiled at Wang Yi, made a face, and ran away.

Wang Fu immediately followed him and ordered Wang Zhou, who was waiting outside the house, to follow Wang Tanbian to take care of him.

After giving the order, Wang Fu came into the room again and bowed to Wang Yi, who was sitting at the table drinking water, and said, "Second Young Master, don't worry, you haven't practiced for many days. You just resumed practice today, and your injury has just recovered. Your physical strength is not as good as before. Your marksmanship and archery skills are a bit out of standard and your strength cannot be grasped. It's not surprising that as long as you persist in practicing every day, you will definitely be better than your performance some time ago..."

Wang Yi signaled Wang Fu to sit down aside. After Wang Fu sat down, he asked again: "Wang Fu, my performance today is too bad. I doubt whether I have practiced martial arts. What you said is that I used to be very good, isn't it true?"

When Wang Fu saw Wang Yi asking, his eyes stared at him with concentration, and there was also an indescribable feeling that came up, as if the master had an irresistible smell in his eyes. He didn't dare to be rude at the moment, nor did he hesitate, and immediately replied: "Second Young Master, when you were not very sensible before, you did practice martial arts very well, and you will learn what you teach quickly, which surprised everyone in the village. Whether it is equestrian, archery or gunshot technique, it is good in the village!"

"It's really like this?" Wang Fu's very affirmative answer made Wang Yi even more depressed. Why can't martial arts behave as before? He said in a disgrace, "Wang Fu, but now I feel that I can't use the moves I learned before. The shooting skills used by Uncle Zuo seem very familiar, but when I used them myself, I didn't feel at all. I was very unfamiliar and could not be connected at all. Why is this?"

"Second Young Master, this is not surprising. From Xiao's perspective, it may be that your mind changes after being injured. Remembering some things you didn't know before is like talking and thinking about problems. I forgot some familiar things before, just like martial arts I knew before, but these temporarily forgotten things will definitely recover in the future." Although Wang Fu was a little confused in his heart, his tone of speaking was very certain, "You have a strong physique and very flexible hands and feet. This body is very suitable for martial arts. If you continue to persist, your martial arts will definitely improve faster than before. Maybe after practicing for a few more days, you will remember everything you learned before... Even if you can't remember anything before, you can start from scratch. Xiao and your father will definitely teach you!"

"Then... you, Uncle Zuo, and Uncle Jin, will have to give more effort to teach you!" Wang Yi sighed helplessly. It seems that it is not possible to not practice martial arts. Wang Fu's words gave him some comfort in his just lost mood and gave him some confidence.

Wang Yi was also very grateful for the loyalty of Wang Zuo and Wang Fu and his son to him. Judging from the contact with the father and son these days, they were still very respectful and loyal to him, the "master", and not that kind of false loyalty. Whether in terms of the tone and content of their speech, or their behavior, Wang Yi felt that the father and son were loyal to him. When they treated him like this, Wang Yi felt that he could not disappoint the father and son. The disappointed look in Wang Zuo's eyes just now had already stimulated him.

Wang Yi also thought that if you want to make a difference in this era, literary and martial arts are very important. With such a good foundation, your original body has good martial arts. No matter what, you must restore all your martial arts. At least if you unfortunately meet a bad person in the future, you can protect yourself. Thinking of this, Wang Yi was also cheering himself up and not being discouraged. He must learn martial arts well.

Wang Fu looked at Wang Yi's tired look, and he couldn't bear it. "Second Young Master, I see that you are a little tired and not in good spirits. You can take a break. Don't practice today. Get up early tomorrow morning and practice again... I will practice with you early morning!"

After hearing Wang Fu say this, Wang Yi felt a little happy in his heart and quickly agreed, "That's fine, wait until I think about the shooting moves played by Uncle Zuo today, and let Uncle Zuo give you some advice tomorrow!"

Wang Fu stood up and bowed respectfully to Wang Yi, "Then...Second Master, take a nap. The young man is still going to go to the fields on the village with his father to see, and the other uncles are also going together. It is the time of autumn harvest, and some things need to be handled by his father!"

"Okay, go and do it!" Although Wang Fu was not as majestic as Wang Zuo, Wang Yi still felt some pressure when he was alone with him. Today, he performed so abnormally in martial arts practice, and he also wanted to be alone. Think about it, it would be just right for Wang Fu to do it if he had something to do.

"That little one takes his leave, the little one tells Wang Ning to wait outside..." Wang Fu bowed and walked out of Wang Yi's house...

Wang Yi lay on the bed for a while, pondered the marksmanship that Wang Zuo had just used, and after thinking about it for a lot of things, he felt dizzy and sleepy, but he tried not to let himself fall asleep.

It was approaching evening, and a few rays of slightly dim sunlight shone in outside the window. Wang Yi felt a little anxious and didn't want to lie down anymore, so he was about to go outside for a walk...

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Chapter completed!