Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

"Yuyang Kui came eagerly, breaking the song of neon clothes and feathers. The Nine-City City is full of smoke and dust, riding thousands of times to the southwest."

Like the occasion, as the plot in the poem develops, the feeling of breathlessness becomes more and more obvious. Su Haitang recited and ran mechanically, sweat ran into a stream on her cheeks, her face remained unchanged from beginning to end!

"Cuihua swayed back and forth, and went out of the capital for more than a hundred miles. The Sixth Army did not help but died before turning a crooked horse."

Su Haitang bit his words harder, closed his eyes hard and opened them again, his vision became clear again.

"The flower tin has no one to pick it up, Cuiqiao Jinque jade scratches his head. The king hides his face and can't save it. Looking back at the blood and tears flowing together."

call!

After the hardest taste, the heavy and tired feeling gradually disappeared, and the swelling and hot head returned to clearness. Su Haitang's whole body was lifted, his feet brisk, and the recitation became smoother.

"Okay." Ji Fengyun accompanied him, carefully watching the whole process of her breaking through the limits of her body, and showing her thumbs interestingly.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and standing is a basic skill, and he knows the hard things best.

But how can Su Haitang not change his face?

"What scripture do you read? "Tao Te Ching"? "South China Scripture"? "Chongxu Scripture"? Or "Wen Shi Zhen Scripture"? It works so well, it seems that Niubi hasn't fooled me."

Ji Fengyun noticed that Su Haitang's lips kept moving, thinking she was chanting, and asked curiously.

"Endorsement." Su Haitang answered her with Khan, and when Ai Xiang made a six-pointer at her, he nodded slightly.

After six laps, Ji Fengyun is still only a little panting. This kid is simply a monster!

"I haven't asked you yet, why are you here?"

"Why can't I come?"

Ji Fengyun stared and asked, adjusting the step size and frequency to be consistent with her, looking much easier than her.

People are more angry than people.

Su Haitang rolled his eyes.

"You can't be a soldier in your residence, right?" asked knowingly!

Ji Fengyun said, shrugging carelessly.

"My household registration is in Wudang."

Su Haitang's regular steps went wrong and almost tripped over him.

What does the Ji family think? Why did he leave his registered permanent residence in Wudang Mountain? Want to call him a Taoist priest for a lifetime? Too much talent in the family, worried about staged a brother-in-law's repertoire?

Su Haitang's brain made up for the drama of the dog's blood and threw him a look that cared for the little poor child.

"What do you think? After enlisting in the army, you have to move your household registration to the army. Isn't that worrying?"

Ji Fengyun gave her a bigger roll of eyes, and there was a slight sweat on her face.

Su Haitang suddenly realized, but forgot about it.

It is no wonder that Ji Fengyun can also serve as a soldier in the imperial capital. It turns out that the situation is similar to her. Of course, this one must have gone through the back door, and the identity must be kept secret.

"Then what's your current status?"

"Wudang lay disciple."

"Oh. You run first, don't wait for me."

After getting the answer he wanted, Su Haitang sent away and continued to recite her ancient poems.

Eight laps, ten laps, including the two squad leaders, a group of recruits who joined the fun to accompany the running to complete the task, stopped to rest, heard about Su Haitang's gambling agreement with Ji Fengyun, they also cheered up to watch the fun.

No one is optimistic about Su Haitang.

The difference in innate physical strength between male and female soldiers is huge, and it is not possible to make up for it by being hard-headed.

But Su Haitang was willing to take the initiative to challenge his angered comrades, and he wouldn't lose much with his courage.

An hour later, the recruit company assembled for training. Starting from the most basic queue training, no one interrupted the addicted Su Haitang and Ji Fengyun.

Two more hours passed, and the recruits temporarily disbanded and rested, all around the edge of the runway to watch the excitement.

"What's the source of these two? Marathon runners? Incomparable, incomparable."

Ai Xiang looked at Su Haitang who seemed to have just been fished out of the water on the runway, and suddenly cried and shouted.

"Su Haitang, don't run away! I'm not angry anymore, I don't need him to apologize! Stop it!"

Su Haitang didn't even have the strength to make an expression. His only thought was to raise his leg, run, and couldn't stop.

"Daughter-in-law, I will accompany you."