The three of them looked at each other with eyes wide open.
Gong Xichou frowned deeply.
But he is not cut out for this kind of job.
After thinking for a long time without coming to an accurate conclusion, under Gong Xilai's expectant gaze, he clapped his hands and spread them out, and said rather naively: "Anyway... um, being able to practice is always a good thing. From now on, you will stay by my side and learn well. After all, you are just a seedling in a thousand hectares of land. If you don't make any achievements, wouldn't it be a waste of this opportunity?"
Yang Ying pursed her lips.
After all, there was still some hesitation in my heart.
Although life and death are irrelevant in a battle, her father died at the hands of Gongxi Chou. She could now treat the other party objectively, which was the result of several psychological counseling sessions. Let her learn from him... Yang Ying felt a little uneasy.
But this opportunity is indeed rare.
Before she could hesitate to come up with a result, Gong Xichou was impatient with her silent response and asked: "Why? Am I not worthy of teaching you?"
Do you really think that the fifteenth grade is a cabbage
If he is willing to recruit disciples, how many people would offer money, sharpen their heads, and kneel down to beg him to spare a precious spot
I brought it up myself, but Yang Ying didn't agree
This won't work!
No one can resist him yet!
Gong Xilai secretly poked the soft flesh on Yang Ying's waist, and Yang Ying finally came to his senses and said, "No, no, I couldn't ask for more."
Gong Xichou's expression eased a little: "That's right... It's getting late now, you two should go back to your tents and sleep..."
Gong Xilai was unwilling to go back.
"Brother, have you forgotten me?"
"I haven't forgotten. Can you train in the coldest days of winter or the hottest days of summer? It's hard for you to even carry half a bucket of water, and you're not going to cultivate your martial courage? Ah Ying has been practicing swords and guns since she was a child, and her basic skills are still there. Even if she just started at this age, she can make up for it. But you are." Gong Xichou was as straightforward as ever, and Gong Xi's face became darker and darker.
She bit her lip in anger: "Then I will practice writing!"
"To cultivate literature, one must have a solid foundation. The worst scholars are one in a thousand. Even after years of hard work, one may not be able to succeed..." Gong Xichou said bluntly. The threshold for becoming a martial artist is relatively low, but Gong Xilai is old and has no foundation.
"So..."
“You don’t have the talent.”
Gong Xilai's emotions hit rock bottom. He asked softly with a tearful tone, "So... is there no way to remedy this? Let ordinary people also be able to cultivate, even if they don't have much of a future... As long as they can cultivate, it's fine. I don't dare to ask for more."
"Yes, there is."
Gong Xichou thought about it seriously.
Gong Xilai's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Gong Xichou said, "Do you know about Wuguo Gu Huo? That thing can make you become a medium-level Wudan warrior in a very short time, but the production method has been lost for a long time. Nowadays, there are slightly inferior ones, such as Huang Lie's heavy shield warriors."
He slapped Gong Xilai's delusion away.
"Don't be silly, do you really think that's a good thing? If it was a good thing, it would have spread all over the place and used it to recruit countless young and strong laborers! Whether it's the elite divine soldiers raised by Wu Guo Gu Huo or Huang Lie's heavy shield warriors, they all overdraw the lifespan, potential, and vitality of the users! With your body, you will be sucked dry in a few months and become a skinny corpse!"
The Gongxi tribe's genuine Gu worm...
There are also strict restrictions on the age and stamina of the insects.
Hearing the words "skin and bones of a dried corpse", Gong Xilai's face turned pale, and he lowered his head slightly, accepting the reality in a depressed mood. Gong Xichou sighed lightly, and buried some words in his stomach.
Gong Xilai was destined to be an ordinary person.
But she is destined to be extraordinary.
Because she is Gongxilai.
As long as he is alive, he will be her retreat and support. The Gongxi people will not abandon their own people.
Gong Xilai was not lost for long.
After some self-relief, I finally came to terms with it.
It was hard for poor Yang Ying. Gong Xichou taught his apprentices by beating them with sticks. Once they were on the martial arts field, there were only enemies and friends, no men or women. He had no idea how to write the four words "cherishing women". Yang Ying had previously thought that her father was strict enough, but compared with Gong Xichou, she realized that her father Yang Gong taught her step by step, and that was how he really loved his daughter.
Looking at Yang Ying, whose face was so bruised and swollen that it was hard to tell whether she was a man or a woman, Gong Xilai felt a lingering fear as he applied medicine to her.
"Brother is too cruel..."
Yang Ying spoke with a thick tongue, "Yes."
"Let him be gentler next time, and proceed step by step..."
"I did, but he said..."
"What did you say, brother?"
Yang Ying had a blank expression on his face: "Your brother said that once my courage is condensed and I can reach the second-class upper level, then you can break my legs without any worries."
Gong Xilai was horrified: "... Why!!!"
Yang Ying: "I asked the same question, but he said that it takes ordinary people a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, but martial artists don't have to worry about that. Their martial energy is consumed quickly, recovered quickly, and increased quickly..."
Gong Xilai: "... But, you are a girl after all..."
Yang Ying said numbly: "I said that too, but your brother said that when he was fighting or killing someone on the battlefield, he never took off the clothes to check the gender. If they were alive, they were alive; if they were dead, they were dead. There was no such thing as a living man and a living woman, or a dead man and a dead woman..."
Gong Xilai: “…”
It is well-founded and cannot be refuted.
As a result, Gong Xilai had one more thing to worry about - she was worried every day that her little friend would be beaten to death by her brother.
Fortunately, the little friend was very strong and rolled around in the martial arts arena under her brother's hands. The thicker the skin, the more durable it is. She didn't die suddenly for more than a year. Gong Xilai became her exclusive medicine doctor. From being at a loss at the beginning, he became skilled and at ease later. He even studied medical books when he was bored. Especially the massage for injuries and falls, which was extremely exquisite under Yang Ying's hands.
Gong Xichou held on to the cheap extra Xun Ding in his left hand, and Gong Xilai and Yang Ying in his right hand, and moved from job to job to help others fight. The outside world just thought he was joking, after all, even the lowest-level warriors would not bother to pay others to fight.
What’s more, he is a less advanced person of the fifteenth level
The first boss refused to believe it and refused to settle the bill.
Gong Xichou sneered, turned around and took the enemy of the first boss to the first boss's lair, and even sat down in the first boss's private vault to count the rewards he deserved. For a time, Gong Xichou's reputation was infamous.
Those who admired him had long been impressed by his heroic spirit of winning in battle, and their hearts were moved, and they wanted to recruit him under their command. However, in order to show that they were sociable, they still had to disparage Gong Xichou by saying "a villain who is fickle, disloyal and unrighteous" when mentioning him.
He only cares about money and not people. He is a lowly person. Such a disloyal and unrighteous person is just a clown no matter how powerful he is.
Gong Xichou was too lazy to pay attention.
Anyway, no one has the courage to say it to his face.
After all, the man's neck was as fragile as paper in front of his palm, even though he was only tough on the outside.
Unlike Gong Xichou's high profile, and unlike the repeated changes in the Dragon Slaying Bureau over the past year, Shen Tang's life was peaceful and smooth. Every time this happened, she would thank Yan An. The terrain of Longwu County was both a disadvantage and an advantage.
As long as we can suppress the hidden danger of the Ten Crows, we can gain precious peaceful time to a certain extent and accumulate strength.
Firstly, whoever conquers Longwu County will have to passively shoulder the heavy responsibility of blocking the Ten Wu alien tribes, and will not be able to take care of both the inside and the outside. This piece of land is purely a waste; secondly, this northwestern border area has no economy and no population.
The disadvantages of expending military manpower to conquer the country outweigh the advantages.
Therefore, in the first year after Shen Tang came to Longwu County, relying on the fact that no one was watching him, he worked peacefully for a year, building bridges and roads, digging canals and wells, planting mulberry trees and raising silkworms, making salt and smuggling, and building schools and making paper...
Yes, and papermaking.
Shen Tang's main job was painting, and her most reluctant tool was her paintbrush. So, she set up a paper mill in Longwu against all odds. The core team of this paper mill was inherited from Heyin County, and two masters were borrowed from Xu Jie's Xu's Paper Mill. By combining the experience of both parties and experimenting over and over again, the quality of the paper produced has been improved.
Before the autumn harvest of the second year, the finished product came out stunningly!
Shiny but not slippery, tough but moist.
White, dense, and pure in texture.
It feels like caressing baby skin.
It's really hard to put it down.
This kind of paper is worthy of her wonderful paintings.
The paper-making craftsmen were trembling with fear, and several subordinates who were called to admire the finished products of the paper-making workshop were puzzled: "What's wrong with the lord?"
Gu Chi rolled his eyes.
"Don't bother her, she's daydreaming."
Shen Tang came back to her senses, and only had time to hear Gu Chi talking about "dream". She coughed lightly and said, "Speaking of dreams, can anyone of you interpret dreams? I had a strange dream yesterday. I turned into a well-fed tiger basking in the sun, and a gangster whose face I couldn't see touched my butt... What does this mean?"
The few people who were not on business trips looked at each other.
Until Chu Yao pondered for a few breaths, and said tactfully: "Counting with my fingers, the master is now sixteen years old. Ahem, ahem, 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, so this is how dreams are interpreted?"
Just as he finished speaking, the sound of Ning Yan's hurried footsteps was heard outside the meeting room, and the hem of her clothes rubbed against each other, making a unique noise.
"My Lord, Nanyu County has been attacked!"