Chapter 583 Chapter 583: Sneaking on the tiger's **** (Part 2) [Seeking a monthly pass]
The three of them looked at each other, their eyes wide open.
Gong Xiqiu frowned deeply.
However, he didn't eat this bowl of rice.
After pondering for a long time, he still didn't come to an accurate conclusion. Fortunately, under Gong Xilai's expectant gaze, he clapped his hands and spread them out, and said in a rather bachelor way: "Whatever you say... well, it's always a good thing to be able to practice. From now on In the end, you will follow me and study hard. After all, it is a seedling in a thousand hectares of land, if you have nothing to achieve, wouldn't you be wasting this opportunity?"
Yang Ying pursed her lips tightly.
After all, there is still some hesitation in my heart.
Although he was under the generals, life and death were irrelevant, but his father died at the hands of Gong Xiqiu. She was able to treat the other party's existence objectively at this moment, which was already the result of several times of psychological counseling. Let her learn from the other party... Yang Ying felt a little troubled.
But this opportunity is really rare.
Before she hesitated to come up with the result, Gong Xichou was impatient with her silent response, and asked, "Why? I'm not worthy to teach you?"
Do you really think that the 15th grade young master is a Chinese cabbage?
If he is willing to recruit disciples, how many people will hold money, sharpen their heads, and beg him to spare a precious spot on their knees?
I proposed it on my own initiative, but Yang Ying didn't agree?
This will not work!
No one can refuse him yet!
Gong Xilai secretly poked the soft flesh on Yang Ying's waist, Yang Ying finally recovered and said: "No, no, I can't ask for it."
Gong Xiqiu's face turned pale: "That's right...it's getting late, you two go back to your camp to sleep..."
Gong Xilai was not happy to go back.
"Brother, did you forget about me?"
"I haven't forgotten. Can you practice Sanjiu in winter, or do you practice Sanfu in summer? It takes a lot of effort to carry half a bucket of water, but how can you still practice martial arts? Ah Ying is a boy's kung fu practiced by playing a small dance knife and a gun. The bones are still there, even if you have just started contacting at this age, you can make up for it. You are fine." Gong Xiqiu was as straightforward as always, and Gong Xiqiu's face became quieter a little bit.
She bit her lip angrily: "Then I'll edit the essay!"
"Cultivating writing requires a solid foundation. The last literary scholars are selected one in a thousand. After years of hard work, they may not be successful..." Gong Xichou said not euphemistically. The threshold for martial arts fighters is relatively low, but Gong Xilai is old and has no foundation.
"so…"
"You don't have this talent."
Gong Xilai's emotions fell to the bottom, and he asked softly with a little crying voice: "So...is there no way to remedy it? Let ordinary people can and can practice, even if they don't have much future...as long as they can practice. Don’t dare to draw more.”
"Yes, yes."
Gong Xiqiu thought about it seriously.
Gong Xilai's eyes brightened: "Really?"
Gongxi Qiudao: "Do you know about the Gu disaster of the Wu Kingdom? That thing can be realized, allowing you to become a medium warrior in a very short period of time, but the method of making it has been lost for a long time. Now it is slightly inferior, Huang Lie Those heavy shield fighters are."
He slapped Gong Xilai's delusion away.
"Don't be stupid, do you really think it's a good thing? If it was really a good thing, it would have been widely circulated, and it would have attracted countless young and strong laborers! It doesn't matter if the elite military battalion bred by the Wu Kingdom Gu disaster, Huang Lie's heavy shields, etc. Regardless of whether it is a warrior, it is all about overdrawing the user's lifespan, potential, and energy! With your body, you can be sucked dry in a few months and become a skinny mummy!"
And the genuine Gu worms of the Gongxi tribe...
There are also strict restrictions on the number of years and root bones for planting Gu.
Hearing the "skinny mummy", Gong Xilai turned pale, lowered his head slightly, and accepted the reality in front of him with a low mood. Gong Xiqiu sighed softly, burying some words in his stomach.
Gong Xilai is destined to be an ordinary person.
But she is destined to be extraordinary.
Because she is Gongxilai.
As long as he doesn't die and lives for a day, he will be her retreat and backing. Gongxi people will not give up their own people.
Gong Xilai has not been lost for a long time.
After some self-examination, I thought about it.
Poor Yang Ying suffered a lot. Gong Xiqiu led his apprentices, and he followed the education of rolling and beating with sticks. Once he entered the martial arts field, there were only enemies and friends, and there were no men and women. I don't know how to write the words "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade". Yang Ying thought that her father's teaching was strict enough, but compared with Gong Xichou, she realized that her father, Yang Gong taught her hand in hand, and that was how he really cared for his daughter.
Looking at Yang Ying, whose nose and face are so swollen every day that she can’t see a man or woman, Gong Xilai gave her medicine while feeling lingering fear.
"Brother is too ruthless..."
Yang Ying stuck out his tongue and spoke vaguely: "Yes."
"Let him take it easy in the future, step by step..."
"I mentioned it, but he said..."
Yang Ying was expressionless: "Your elder brother said that when I gather my courage and achieve second-class excellence, I can safely break my leg."
Gong Xilai's face turned pale: "...Why!!"
Yang Ying: "I asked the same question, but he said that ordinary people are injured for a hundred days, but martial arts fighters don't have such worries. Martial energy is consumed quickly, recovered quickly, and increased quickly..."
Gong Xilai: "...but, you are a girl..."
Yang Ying is numb: "I said the same thing, but your elder brother said that he would never take off a person's clothes to see their gender in front of the battle. If he is alive, he is a living person. If he is dead, he is a dead person. There is no such thing as a male or a female. people, or men dead and women dead..."
Gong Xilai: "..."
There is reason and evidence, and there is no way to refute it.
Thus, Gong Xilai had one more thing to worry about—every day, she was worried that her little friend would be beaten to death by her elder brother.
Congratulations, the little friend is tenacious, and she is rolling around in the martial arts arena under the hands of her elder brother. The thicker the skin, the more durable it is, and it has not died violently for more than a year. Gong Xilai became her exclusive pharmacist, from being at a loss at the beginning, to proficient in the end. I even thought about medical books when I was bored. In particular, massage for bruises is extremely well practiced by Yang Ying.
Gong Xiqiu held the cheap Timotou Xun Ding in his left hand, and Gong Xilai and Yang Ying in his right hand, and went around changing jobs to help others fight. The outside world only thinks that he is joking, after all, using money as a thug is something that even the lowest level of warriors would disdain.
What's more, it's the 15th grade young master?
The first boss does not believe in evil and does not give settlement.
Gong Xiqiu smirked, turned his head and took the enemy of the first boss, set up the first boss' lair, and didn't forget to sit in the first boss's private treasury, counting the rewards he deserved. For a time, the name of Gongxi Qiu was notorious.
Those who admire him have long been impressed by his heroic demeanor of winning the battle, and their hearts are full of joy when they see it, and they can't wait to recruit him. Unfaithful and unrighteous".
Recognize money but not people, lowly stuff. Such an unfaithful and unrighteous person is nothing more than a clown no matter how powerful he is.
Gong Xichou didn't bother to pay attention.
Anyway, no one has the guts to say it to their own face.
After all, there is only a man with a stubborn mouth all over his body. His neck is still as fragile as thin paper in front of his palm.
Different from Gong Xiqiu's high-profile, different from the repeated situation in the Dragon Slaying Bureau this year, Shen Tang's small life is peaceful and smooth. At this time, she would thank Yan An. The terrain of Longwu County is both a disadvantage and an advantage.
As long as the hidden danger of Shiwu can be suppressed, to a certain extent, he can gain precious leisure time and accumulate strength.
Firstly, whoever takes down Longwu County will have to take the heavy responsibility of stopping the Shiwu alien race passively, and cannot take care of both inside and outside, this territory is purely tasteless; secondly, the northwest frontier land needs an economy without an economy, and a population without a population .
It took a lot of troops to fight it down, and the harm outweighed the benefit.
Therefore, in the first year when Shen Tang came to Longwu County, relying on no one to stare at him, he planted the land with peace of mind for a year, building bridges and roads, digging canals and opening wells, and planting mulberry Silkworms, salt smuggling, school building and paper making...
Yes, and paper.
The main job that Shen Tang can't let go of most is painting, and the person who eats the most is the paintbrush. So, she tried her best to set up a paper mill in Longwu. The core team of this paper mill is in the same line as Heyin County, and it also borrowed two old masters from Xu Jie's Xu's paper mill, blending the experience of the two parties, experimenting and fumbling over and over again, and the quality of the paper produced is constantly improving.
Before the autumn harvest of the second year, the finished product will be released amazingly!
Smooth but not slippery, tough and moist.
White and dense, pure texture.
Feels like caressing baby's skin.
It's really hard to put it down.
This kind of paper is worthy of her master Danqing.
The paper craftsman was trembling, and was puzzled by several staff members who were invited to admire the finished products of the paper workshop: "What's wrong, my lord?"
Gu Chi rolled his eyes.
"Don't disturb her, she is daydreaming."
Shen Tang came back to her senses and only had time to hear Gu Chi's "dream". She coughed softly, "Speaking of dreams, does anyone of you know how to interpret dreams? I had a strange dream yesterday, and I became a dreamer. I’m just a tiger basking in the sun, and a gangster whose face I can’t see touches my ass...what’s the explanation?”
The few people who were not on a business trip looked at each other in blank dismay.
Until Chu Yao pondered for a few breaths, he said euphemistically: "Pinch your fingers and do the math, the lord is now sixteen. Cough cough cough, at this age, it is normal to have this kind of dream..."
Don't be too careless to share this with them!
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"Ah, so that's how you interpret dreams?"
As soon as the voice fell, the sound of Ning Yan's hurried footsteps came from outside the conference hall, and the hem of her clothes rubbed against her movements, making a unique sound.
"My lord, Nanyu County has been attacked!"
Alas, the florist has a vast land and resources, so all the nice names have been taken. It is very worrying to collide with the real place name. Every time I think of a place name, I look it up on Baidu, good guy, I have it all. It's too ugly and weird, and I don't want to use it. Let's make do with it.
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Tomorrow I have to get up early to go to the maternity checkup. When I was coding today, my daughter's foot slid from the upper left to the upper right, and then from the upper right to the upper left. back and forth, back and forth
(end of this chapter)