"...Well, when I heard the word 'Master', I should have known it would be like this." Liz, who was awakened by a shout of "hehehaha", bowed his head and said dejectedly. It is such a thing for martial arts practitioners to get up early to exercise. He was used to it for six years in the martial arts world.
"If it wasn't for you holding me and Jiumei to keep us from getting up every time, we would still stick to this habit." Zhang Jing, who was also woken up, was not the one who woke her up.
Although she is still on the path of becoming a master, practicing internal skills in the morning, "Qi" at noon, and moves in the evening, it is also a fact that there is a Liz with a rhythm beside her, making her less diligent than before.
"What's wrong with getting up later? To be fair, my work and rest time is similar to that of a normal office worker, so I'm not lazy." However, compared to those who get up before six o'clock to practice martial arts, between seven and eight o'clock People who only got up in a while can't be called diligent.
"...I don't know what an 'office worker' is." Zhang Jing turned her head angrily, it seemed that the sequelae of being teased by Leeds yesterday had not disappeared.
"Haha, you'll know about the next world."
"Humph~"
The age of steam, the age of electricity, and the age of information technology. The technological world that Leeds wanted to show Zhang Jing and the three in turn was divided into three stages. This world is naturally the so-called "steam age".
In fact, there are "workshops" in this world. With the arrival of foreigners, "factories" have probably also appeared. There must be time rules for workers to go to work... However, Leeds always feels that there is something wrong with calling them "office workers".
"Forget it, now that you're awake, let's see how the martial arts practitioners in this world train. I'm somewhat interested." Liz rolled over and got out of bed.
At the same time, Sakuya pushed the door open as before and came in, holding a washbasin, a towel and other toiletries in her hand.
"Ah, wait for me, I want to see too!"
…
Adhering to the principle of "Wang Po sells melons, sells melons, sells melons and brags", every country trumpets itself. For example, the traditional virtues advertised by this great eastern country include: filial piety to parents, respect for teachers and elders, solidarity and friendship, unremitting self-improvement, Modesty and politeness, honesty and trustworthiness, strictness and generosity of others, courageous actions, cleanliness and fitness, pursuit of fortifications, diligence and thrift, righteousness in view of profit, dedication and responsibility, integrity and integrity, patriotism and love for the people, the world is for the public and so on.
The so-called "traditional virtue" is "an excellent moral heritage beneficial to the next generation", not "a random person in this country has the above-mentioned qualities". In fact, one of the above qualities can be praised by people, and there is no perfect creature that matches all of them... If there must be such a perfect creature, it is probably only TFBOY. After all, they can do what they can. Normal people have serious brain damage when they have a fever of 41 degrees. They are still training when they have a fever of 60 degrees in the mouth of fans.
However, not all the "traditional virtues" have not been shown to later generations. One of them is probably shared by everyone in this great eastern country, and that is "hospitality". At the dinner table, "you can drink it as a friend", when visiting relatives, "Why did you leave so soon, stay for dinner", and "make friends and chat when you have time" when communicating at work. … There may be an element of "good face" in it, but the words "hospitality" are really okay.
—Yes, that's how the Leeds Five were "hospitable".
Of course, Huang Feihong, Aunt Thirteen and the other disciples are not "good face", they are "repaying gratitude", because no matter how Huang Feihong can fight alone, he can't keep the "Baozhilin" if someone blocks the door and throws oil and shoots rockets. ". Hearing that the five people from Leeds were still looking for a place to spend the night, they hurriedly surrounded them and pulled them into "Bao Chi Lin", completely ignoring Leeds' voice that "we have money to find a hotel".
Okay, let's stay in, where is the place to stay~~
After that, nothing happened. On the one hand, the time itself was too early, and it was not the time to hold a banquet to entertain guests. On the other hand, this world was not a martial arts world. If you want to kill someone, you will kill someone. The Shahe Gang was sent to the yamen... However, "nothing happened" itself is special enough. You must know that Huang Feihong is the leader of the militia group. Among his disciples, Pork Rong is the head, and there are many people who hate foreigners. The lack of protest at check in is proof enough of the attitude.
And this attitude was reinforced the next day.
"Mr. Leeds and ladies, morning~!" As soon as Leeds showed up, the disciples who were still practicing boxing in the courtyard immediately chorused.
"...Er, early?" Liz, who was fed up with the cold eyes of the Orientals in this world, was also stunned for a moment.
"Hehe, Feihong's disciples felt that they didn't even say thank you last night, and they were very sorry," Aunt Thirteen came over and explained with a wry smile, "That's why I came here for a while."
"..." Liz wouldn't refuse these people to express their gratitude, and he did help them, but... "Just order it, or it's hard to say."
"Okay, Mr. Leeds!" continued the chorus.
"..." Was this intentional
"Practice well," Huang Feihong, who frowned and came out with a medical book, reprimanded the disciples, then turned to Leeds and cupped his hands, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leeds, did the morning exercise bother you?"
"Ah, kinda," Liz said honestly, "but don't mind it, it's not as bad for my sleep as that ceramic pillow."
"Yes, is that so?" Huang Feihong blinked, not knowing why.
Pillows in this world are made of various materials, including stone, ceramic, and jade, but in addition to their different appearances, they are essentially hard and cuboid... Although it's not that they can't be used to sleep, Liz feels that this thing is easy to follow. Picking up a brick on the street as a pillow makes no difference, no comfort at all.
"Speaking of which," Huang Feihong didn't delve into this topic, "Sir, what do you think of our martial arts?"
"It's okay~" This time he didn't tell the truth.
"...Actually," it was just that Huang Feihong was not so easily fooled, "I found that among the injured yesterday, many of them had very special injuries..."
"..." This is referring to Zhang Jing and Murong Jiu's martial arts moves with internal strength, right
Huang Feihong, who took Liz's silence as a secret inconvenient to speak, shook his head and said, "No, nothing... just pretend I didn't say anything."
"It's okay if you want to know the truth, but... accompany my family Jing'er to practice your hands first?" Step aside.
"Huh?" Huang Feihong was stunned.
"... Your husband, you are really considerate~" Zhang Jing, who had seen the disciples' skills from outsiders, didn't want to see them anymore, but now she wanted to see the master's martial arts.
Of course, look at the rules of "martial arts".