Seeing that Zheng ZiNuo really climbed up from the ground and continued to run forward with his own strength, Zheng Zizhou couldn\'t help moving, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm and praise.

"En? Why did ZiNuo run here so early?" Zheng Changfeng appeared beside Zheng Zizhou and asked after Zheng ZiNuo got up and ran again.

"Ah? Father..." Zheng Zizhou was surprised to see Zheng Changfeng suddenly appear behind him. He replied weakly, "brother, he said he wanted to practice martial arts yesterday, so I taught him to exercise."

"It\'s nonsense!" Zheng Changfeng shouted angrily when he heard the speech. "He is a zero level talent. He is a white waste martial spirit. He is much weaker than some normal children. How can he practice martial arts in this way? If he doesn\'t do well, he will hurt his body and become a waste. Tell him to stop quickly."

"Father!" Zheng Zizhou bowed and replied, "it\'s just a simple exercise. He didn\'t really teach him martial arts. It\'s better to exercise. When his brother can\'t support himself, he will quit automatically. Let\'s meet him first and don\'t continue to attack him, okay?"

"En?" Zheng Changfeng was slightly stunned when he heard the speech. He still liked the eldest son very much. He thought for a moment, nodded, turned and left, "well, ZiNuo will be handed over to you. Remember, you are brothers and he can\'t cultivate martial arts. Take good care of him as your eldest brother and don\'t let him suffer any harm."

"Well, children will." Zheng Zizhou was overjoyed at the speech. Seeing his father leave, he turned to Zheng ZiNuo.

At this time, Zheng ZiNuo was only twenty or thirty meters away from the end, but the twenty or thirty meters seemed to be as difficult as heaven for him. He almost swayed and faltered in one step. He fell to the ground three times in a row and got up from the ground three times. Zheng Zizhou on one side was very distressed, but he didn\'t go up to help him. Although he is young, he also knows that there are many difficulties and obstacles in life. He can\'t protect him around his brother all the time. Many things depend on him to complete.

Finally, after the last fall, Zheng ZiNuo couldn\'t get up, and he didn\'t want to get up, because he had completed today\'s task. Although it took nearly four hourglasses, he was still full of joy.

Looking at Zheng Zizhou who came over, he raised his head from the ground with difficulty, squeezed out a smile with his last strength and said, "brother, I ran five laps today..." then he fainted on the ground.

"Zi Nuo..." Zheng Zizhou exclaimed, jumped directly across the distance of five meters, stood steadily in front of Zheng ZiNuo and held him in his arms.

Although he was only eleven years old, it seemed a little reluctant to hold his eight year old brother, but he could see that his strength was surprisingly large. It was easy to hold Zheng ZiNuo, who was not much smaller than his body, giving people a feeling of lifting heavy as light.

"Ah? Zi Nuo, what\'s the matter? How could it be like this?" Zheng\'s mother saw Zheng Zizhou holding a sweaty, unconscious child, and suddenly lost her color.

"Don\'t worry about your mother. My brother is just tired and asleep. It\'s okay. We martial arts practitioners often encounter such things," Zheng Zizhou comforted.

"To cultivate martial arts, ZiNuo can\'t cultivate martial arts? He......" Zheng\'s mother held her little son in her arms with a broken heart, and her eyes turned red.

"My brother said he wanted to practice martial arts, so I taught him some simple methods of physical training. It really doesn\'t matter, mother. It\'s just a simple exercise. If you don\'t believe it, you can ask your father," Zheng Zizhou explained.

"Well, Yuling, Zizhou said well, and ZiNuo\'s rest will be good." Zheng Changfeng nodded and was affirmed by Zheng Changfeng. Zheng\'s mother\'s nervous mind improved a lot, holding Zheng ZiNuo back to his room. Then Zheng Changfeng asked, "how many laps did Zi Nuo run?"

"Back to my father, I ran five laps." Zheng Zizhou handed his brother to his mother and turned around to answer.

"Only five laps can reach the limit? Eh..." Zheng Changfeng frowned and said secretly that people without martial arts cultivation talent are much worse in physical quality. If another child with martial arts cultivation talent above level 4, even if he has only level 1 innate soul power, he would have no problem running around this small mound for five laps, But his little son... Didn\'t say much. He said, "go to dinner and go to school later." then he went outside the house.

Looking at the back of his father, Zheng Zizhou shook his head secretly and turned to Zheng ZiNuo\'s room. He saw that his mother was helping his brother wipe his body with a hot towel with tears in her eyes. Zheng Zizhou said, "mother, you go to dinner, and my brother will give it to me."

"It doesn\'t matter. You go to eat first. You have to go to school later. Don\'t delay. Your brother will give it to me." mother Zheng said firmly.

"OK." Zheng Zizhou nodded, took a deep look at the sleeping Zheng ZiNuo and turned away.