Back Off, Let Me Come

The three of them looked at each other with wide eyes.

Gong Xiqiu frowned deeply.

However, he is not for this bowl of rice.

After thinking for a long time, he still didn't come to an accurate conclusion. Under Gong Xi Lai's expectant gaze, he fortunately clapped his hands together and said quite bachelorly: "Anyway... well, being able to practice is always a good thing. From now on From now on, just follow me and learn hard. After all, you are just a seedling in a thousand hectares of land. If you don’t make any achievements, wouldn’t you be wasting this opportunity?”

Yang Ying pursed her lips tightly.

After all, there was still some hesitation in my heart.

Although he did not care about life or death under the fighting generals, his father died at the hands of Gong Xiqiu. The fact that she can treat the other party's existence objectively now is the result of several psychological counseling sessions. Asking her to learn from the other party... Yang Ying felt a little frustrated.

But this opportunity is indeed rare.

Before she hesitated to get the result, Gong Xiqiu was impatient with her silent response and asked, "How? I'm not qualified to teach you?"

Do you really think that a fifteenth-grade junior high school student is just a cabbage?

If he is willing to recruit disciples, how many people will hold money, sharpen their heads, and kneel down to beg him to free up a precious quota?

She took the initiative to bring it up, but Yang Ying didn't agree?

This won't work!

No one can refuse him yet!

Gong Xilai secretly poked the soft flesh of Yang Ying's waist, and Yang Ying finally came to her senses and said: "No, no, I can't ask for it."

Gong Xiqiu's face softened slightly: "That's right... It's getting late now. You two should go back to your tents and sleep..."

Gong Xilai was not happy to go back.

"Brother, have you forgotten me?"

"I haven't forgotten. Can you practice Sanjiu in the winter, or Sanfu in the summer? It takes a lot of effort to carry half a bucket of water, but you still need to practice martial arts? A Ying is a child who has practiced martial arts with a small dance knife and a gun. She has no basic skills at all. The bones are still there, and even if you just start contacting him at this age, you can make up for it. That's all you need." Gong Xiqiu was as straightforward as ever, and his expression gradually became calmer as he spoke.

She bit her lip angrily: "Then I'll edit the essay!"

"You have to have a solid foundation to cultivate literature. The most talented scribes are only one in a thousand, and they may not be able to achieve anything after years of hard training..." Gong Xiqiu said it tactfully. The threshold for being a courageous warrior is relatively low, but Gong Xilai is old and has no foundation.

"so……"

"You don't have this talent."

Gong Xilai's mood fell to the bottom, and he asked in a soft voice with a little cry: "Just... is there no way to remedy it? Let ordinary people also be able to practice, even if they have little future prospects... As long as they can practice... Okay, I don’t dare to try anything more.”

"Yes, there is."

Gong Xiqiu thought about it seriously.

Gong Xilai's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Gong Xiqiu said: "Do you know about the Gu disaster in the Wu Kingdom? That thing can be realized, allowing you to become a moderately brave warrior in a very short time, but the production method has been lost for a long time. Nowadays, there is a slightly inferior one, Huang Lie Those are the heavy shield warriors.”

He slapped Gong Xilai's delusions away.

"Don't be stupid, do you really think that it is a good thing? If it was really a good thing, word of it would have spread a lot, and countless young and strong laborers would have been recruited with it! Whether it is the elite military camp raised by Wu Guhu, or Huang Lie's heavy shields Regardless of being a strongman, it all overdraws the user's longevity, potential, and energy! With your body, you can be sucked dry and turned into a skinny mummy in just a few months!"

And the Gongxi tribe’s genuine Gu insects…

There are also strict restrictions on the breeding period and root bone.

When he heard "skinny mummies", Gong Xilai's face turned pale, his head hung slightly, and he accepted the reality in front of him in a low mood. Gong Xiqiu sighed, some words buried in his stomach.

Gong Xilai is destined to be an ordinary person.

But she is destined to be extraordinary.

Because she is from the west.

As long as he does not die and lives for one day, he will be her retreat and supporter. The Gongxi people will not give up on their own people.

Gong Xilai has not been lost for a long time.

After some self-explanation, I thought about it.

It's a pity for poor Yang Ying. Gong Xiqiu led his apprentices and followed the education of rolling and beating with sticks. Once on the martial arts field, there were only friends and foes, not men or women. I don't even know how to write the four words "love the fragrance and cherish the jade". Yang Ying previously thought that her father's teachings were strict enough, but compared with Gong Xiqiu, she realized that her father, Yang Gong, taught her step by step, and he truly cared for her daughter.

Looking at Yang Ying, whose nose and face were so swollen every day that she couldn't tell whether she was male or female, Gongxi came to her with lingering fears while applying medicine to her.

"Brother is too cruel..."

Yang Ying opened her tongue and spoke vaguely: "Yes."

"Let him be gentler in the future and take it step by step..."

"I mentioned it, but he said..."

"What did brother say?"

Yang Ying's face was expressionless: "Your brother said that when I gather my courage and become a second-class master, you can safely break my legs."

Gong Xilai's beauty turned pale: "...Why!!!"

Yang Ying: "I asked the same question, but he said that ordinary people may have to stretch their muscles and bones for a hundred days, but brave warriors have no such concerns. Martial energy is consumed quickly, recovered quickly, and grows quickly..."

Gong Xilai: "...But, you are a girl after all..."

Yang Yingnum said: "I said so too, but your brother said that when he kills people in battle, he never takes off people's clothes to see their gender. If you are alive, you are a living person, and if you are dead, you are a dead person. There is no such thing as a male or female. People, or dead men, dead women, dead people..."

Gong Xilai: "..."

There is reason and evidence, and there is no way to refute it.

As a result, Gong Xi Lai had one more thing to worry about - she was worried every day that her friend would be beaten to death by her brother.

Congratulations, my little friend is tenacious and tumbling around in the martial arts field under her brother's hands. The thicker the skin, the more durable it is. It has not died suddenly for more than a year. Gong Xilai became her exclusive herbalist. From being at a loss at the beginning, to becoming more skillful and comfortable later on. I even started to read medical books when I got bored. Especially the massage for bruises and injuries, Yang Ying has mastered it very well.

Gong Xiqiu grabbed Xun Ding, a cheap addition, with his left hand, and Gong Xilai and Yang Ying with his right hand, jumping from job to job to help others. The outside world only thought he was joking. After all, paying someone to be a thug was something that even the most humble martial artist would disdain.

What's more, it's made by a fifteenth-level junior?

The first boss didn't believe in evil and wouldn't pay the settlement.

Gongxi Qiu smiled, turned around and took the first boss's enemies with him, and invaded the first boss's lair. He didn't forget to sit down in the first boss's private treasury and count the rewards he deserved. For a time, Gong Xiqiu had a bad reputation.

Those who admire him have long been impressed by his heroic demeanor of winning in battle, and their hearts are filled with love and desire to recruit him. However, in order to show that they are gregarious, when mentioning Gong Xi Qiu, they still have to say two disparaging sentences: "The villain repeats it. Disloyal and unjust."

Recognizing money but not people, you are a lowly thing. Such a disloyal and unjust person, no matter how powerful he is, is just a clown.

Gong Xiqiu didn't bother to pay attention.

Anyway, no one has the guts to say it to his face.

After all, there was only a tough-talking man in his body, and his neck was still as brittle as tissue paper in front of his palm.

Different from Gong Xiqiu's high profile, and different from the recurring situation in the Dragon Slaying Bureau for more than a year, Shen Tang's life was quiet and smooth. Every time at this time, she would like to thank Yanan. The terrain of Longwu County is both a disadvantage and an advantage.

As long as the hidden danger of Shi Wu can be suppressed, to a certain extent, he can gain precious leisure time and accumulate strength.

Firstly, whoever conquers Longwu County will have to shoulder the important task of blocking the Shiwu foreign tribes. Without taking into account both internal and external considerations, this territory is purely useless; secondly, the northwest border land needs an economy without an economy, and a population without a population. .

Spending troops to defeat it will do more harm than good.

Therefore, in the first year when Shen Tang came to Longwu County, he relied on no one to look at him and worked peacefully for a year, building bridges and roads, digging canals and wells, and growing mulberries. Silkworms, salt production and smuggling, school building and paper making...

Yes, and papermaking.

The main job that Shen Tang can't let go of the most is painting, and the thing that he can't let go of the most is his paintbrush. So, she set up a papermaking workshop in Longwu against all opinions. The core team of this papermaking mill has the same origin as Heyin County. They also borrowed two masters from Xu Jie's Xu's Papermaking Mill. They blended the experience of both parties and experimented and explored over and over again. The quality of the paper they produced was constantly improving.

Before the autumn harvest of the second year, the finished product was stunningly released!

Smooth but not slippery, tough and moisturizing.

White and dense, with pure texture.

It feels like stroking baby skin.

It’s really hard to put it down.

This kind of paper is worthy of her wonderful painting.

The papermaking craftsman was trembling with fear, and several of his subordinates who were invited to admire the finished products of the papermaking workshop wondered: "What's wrong, my lord?"

Gu Chi rolled his eyes.

"Don't disturb her, she's daydreaming."

Shen Tang came back to her senses and only had time to hear the "dream" mentioned by Gu Chi. She coughed lightly and said: "Speaking of dreams, do any of you know how to interpret dreams? I dreamed of a strange dream last night, and I turned into a human being. A tiger that just ate and basked in the sun, and a gangster whose face I couldn’t see touched my butt... What’s the explanation for this?”

The few people who were not on a business trip looked at each other.

Until Chu Yao pondered for a few breaths, and said tactfully: "If you count on your fingers, my lord is now sixteen. Ahem, cough, cough, at this age, it is normal to have such a dream..."

Don’t be so careless as to share this with them!

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"Ah, is this how dreams are interpreted?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of Ning Yan's hurried footsteps came from outside the conference hall, and the hem of her clothes rubbed with her movements, making a unique sound.

"Lord, Nanyu County is under attack!"

Alas, the flower-growing family has a vast land and abundant resources, and all the nice names have been given to them. It’s very frustrating if the name collides with the real place name. Every time I think of a place name, look it up on Baidu, good guys, it’s all there. It's too ugly, weird and out of the way, and I don't want to use it. Let's make do with it.

ε=(ο｀*)))Alas

I have to get up early for a prenatal check-up tomorrow. When I was typing today, my daughter’s foot slipped from the upper left to the upper right, and then from the upper right to the upper left. Back and forth, back and forth