Time passed, and North America was finally reached.
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Chapter 9 National Crisis (6.8k)
early morning.
The sun is shining brightly, and spring is in full bloom.
Shady trees and lush green grass.
"Yao'er, slow down! Your mother can't catch up with you!"
In the courtyard, a young woman followed behind the toddler, occasionally calling out to remind him.
Under the big tree, Xiao Ning sat on a stone bench, drinking tea and watching this scene with a smile on his lips.
Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Ning grew a beard, which made him look even more dignified.
My son, Ren Xiaoyao, is already four years old.
The little guy is very mischievous; he climbs onto the roof to remove tiles and chases chickens down to the ground.
Xiao Ning wanted to discipline the child properly, but Ren Tingting protected her and wouldn't allow it, saying that the child was still young and it wouldn't be too late to discipline him later.
"You'll spoil Yao'er rotten sooner or later!"
Xiao Ning really couldn't do anything about the mother and son.
He shook his head, stood up, and said, "Tingting, I'm going to the martial arts school!"
Ren Tingting turned around, smiled sweetly, and was breathtakingly beautiful.
She took several steps and picked up Ren Xiaoyao, who had run far away, in one swift motion. Then, she walked over to Xiao Ning in two more steps.
The whole process was blissful and delightful.
Five years have passed, and her skills have become extraordinary, far surpassing those of most of her disciples.
Thanks to Xiao Ning's tireless efforts and the nourishment of her essence, all her meridians have been opened. She is only one step away from opening the Ren and Du meridians and advancing to the Innate True Person realm.
Her skin was crystal clear and flawless; her appearance had improved by more than 10% compared to before she began cultivating.
Despite her seemingly frail appearance, a single palm strike from her could shatter stone tablets, melt gold, and break iron.
Ren Tingting stepped forward and straightened Xiao Ning's collar, gazing at her husband with adoration, her eyes filled with tenderness, and asked in a clear voice.
"Okay, will my husband be home for lunch?"
Xiao Ning shook her head: "No, I'll come back this afternoon!"
Ren Tingting was not surprised at all. She nodded, lowered her head and said softly to Ren Xiaoyao in her arms, "Yao'er, Father has to go now. Say goodbye to Father quickly!"
Facing Xiao Ning, the little boy Ren Xiaoyao was unusually well-behaved. Hearing Ren Tingting's words, he obediently said in a childish voice, "Goodbye, Daddy!"
Xiao Ning pinched his cheek: "Goodbye, Xiao Yao!"
"Tingting, I'm leaving!"
After greeting Ren Tingting, Xiao Ning left the mansion and went to the town, where people greeted him from time to time.
"Good morning, Master Xiao!"
"Has Mr. Xiao had breakfast?"
Xiao Ning greeted everyone in turn. Having been in Renjia Town for five years, the town's residents were already familiar with the highly skilled and approachable Master Xiao of the Xiao Family Martial Arts School.
After their marriage, the Xiao Family Martial Arts School was officially established.
In addition to recruiting disciples from all directions, Xiao Ning also adopted a group of orphans as disciples, taking them under his wing and teaching them.
In today's world, people's lives are filled with hardship, and survival is not easy.
In addition, years of warlord conflicts shattered countless families, leaving behind orphans everywhere.
Living in this era, Xiao Ning selectively adopted some children who had no relatives or friends, doing his part in doing what little he could.
After turning and crossing two streets, a magnificent classical Chinese building came into view, with green tiles and eaves, and a very imposing presence.
Above the main entrance hangs a plaque with four gilded characters written in bold, iron-like strokes: Xiao Family Martial Arts School.
Xiao Ning pushed open the door and walked in. What came into view was a square about 100 feet in size, paved entirely with marble. There were some large stones on the left and right sides, which the disciples used to train their strength.
In the middle of the square, about a hundred teenagers were practicing martial arts.
"Drink! Ha!"
At the leader's shouts, the boys moved in unison, their slightly immature faces glowing with excitement as they practiced their boxing with unusual seriousness, not even noticing Xiao Ning enter.
Xiao Ning nodded secretly, quite satisfied with their performance.