Gong Cheng covered his face in pain.
"What can I do now that I am a useless person!"
Guan Er grabbed his shoulders and said sternly, "If you think you are a useless person, then you are really a useless person! Yun Chi, look at me - listen, there are still many things you can do, don't underestimate yourself!"
The waiter forced Gong Cheng to look into his eyes.
The sonorous and powerful voice seemed to have some bewitching power, penetrating Gong Cheng's eardrums and imprinting on his mind until his emotions gradually stabilized.
Gong Cheng's hands hanging on his knees gradually clenched tightly, exerting force until his finger joints turned blue and white, and a slight "crackling" sound was heard.
The waiter said, "Why don't you come and help me?"
Gong Cheng seemed to have heard something terrible. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Guan'er. After a long while, he said with trembling lips: "Weng Zhi, you—"
Guan Er frowned and hesitated, then said firmly, "Yes, that's what I mean! Yun Chi, you and I have known each other for many years, you should know my embarrassing position. The battle between the royal families of Beimo is as cruel as that of the Central Plains countries, and even worse."
Gong Cheng said awkwardly: "Of course I know..."
It was because he knew this that he took extra care of Weng Zhi.
Guan'er struck while the iron was hot: "I have been pushed out as a hostage for so many years. Who knows all the sufferings I have endured? If Xin Kingdom was still there, I would have been able to continue to be a hostage peacefully, but now that Geng Kingdom has won, it is not right for me to stay, nor is it right for me to return to Beimo..."
Gong Cheng: "Why can't you go back?"
Guan'er said, "Which of my brothers is a good person? They are already killing each other, and if I am added to divide their power and status, they will probably be the first one to hope that I will die! So - Yunchi, I really need your help now."
Gong Cheng was shocked and hesitant: "But..."
"Yun Chi! You and I have known each other for so many years, and you know my personality best. If my brothers were to take over Northern Desert, they would be ruthless towards the neighboring countries and their people, and would burn, kill, and plunder without mercy. But I am different!"
The last sentence hit Gong Cheng's heart.
He pointed three fingers toward the sky and swore a solemn oath, "If you break this oath, I, Tudege, will be punished by heaven and my body will be destroyed!"
He said his real name in the Northern Desert, "Tudege", instead of the name he took when he came to the Central Plains, "Wuyuan, courtesy name Wengzhi", which shows how serious he was about his oath. Gong Cheng was also shocked by his resolute attitude, and after a long while he slowly said, "Why did you make such a vicious oath?"
Guan'er, also known as Wu Yuan, smiled bitterly: "As long as the oath is not broken, no matter how poisonous it is, I have a clear conscience anyway, right?"
Gong Cheng closed his eyes, and his temples twitched from time to time, which showed his inner struggle and pain at the moment.
He had no problem making friends with Wu Yuan.
Just to help Wu Yuan control the Northern Desert...
Let's put it this way, Beimo and Geng State have the same nature. The latter, led by Zheng Qiao, massacred, burned, and looted the people of Xin State. When the rice harvest season came, Beimo would gather troops to harass the borders of small countries bordering it, looting food and women and then flee.
There is not much difference fundamentally.
but-
If Weng were in power, things might be different.
Perhaps I could borrow troops to take revenge.
Seeing Gong Cheng's brows gradually relax as he made up his mind, Gu Chi knew his choice and curled his lips at an angle where no one was noticing - a poisonous oath is something that people who believe in it will naturally believe in, but for those who don't believe in it, it's just a piece of tasteless nonsense.
Bang!
The wooden sword in Zhai Le's hand was knocked away by Shen Tang, and stabbed steadily into the wooden door, and he was able to "penetrate three points into the wood". He cried out in pain: "Forget it, forget it, I won't spar with you anymore! I have never seen anyone like you."
He didn't need to look at his wrist to know it was going to swell.
Shen Tang performed a beautiful sword dance and held the sword on his back.
She cried out, "What's wrong with me?"
Zhai Le: "You are a mean and cunning person!"
Shen Tang: “…”
Zhai Le seemed to have found a "handle": "Your swordsmanship was completely unsystematic before, and you were not as good as me. But you were able to win the fight after just a few rounds. Wasn't this intentional? You let me win a few rounds, and then you increased your offensive while I was complacent and relaxed..."
The more he spoke, the more he felt that his conjecture was correct.
Although Zhai Le didn't use the sword often and always thought his swordsmanship was just mediocre, it depended on who he was competing with. If he was competing with a master swordsman, he would definitely be crushed to the ground, but if he was competing with a novice, he would naturally be a blast! Shen Tang was that novice.
Unlike the sharp swordplay he had when he was drunk that night, Brother Shen's swordplay was immature in his normal state, and he relied on his speed and strength to bully the weak. But Zhai Le was a seventh-class official, and without martial courage, Shen Tang's speed and strength did not have any advantage.
In the absence of advantages, the disadvantages are naturally more obvious.
result-
After a few rounds, Brother Shen's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.
Perfectly replicate his swordsmanship to deal with him.
Is this a beaver
This is so unreasonable!
The only explanation is that Brother Shen is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.
So Zhai Le felt more and more aggrieved as the fight went on; he was being teased!
Seeing Zhai Le's accusing expression, Shen Tang laughed loudly and said narcissistically, "Why don't you believe that I am stronger when I meet stronger opponents, that I am gifted, have excellent bones, and am a martial arts genius that only appears once in a century?"
Zhai Le snorted, "How can you concentrate on literature with your talent?"
It’s still the ninth rank and lower level of literary mind.
Looking at the conditions, it's clear that martial arts is a more promising path.
Shen Tang: “…”
How does she know this
Besides, a homegirl would never sit if she could lie down, never stand if she could sit, never squat if she could stand, and never walk if she could squat. Her WeChat steps are always in the three digits, and rarely exceed a thousand. Compared with martial courage, which requires hard training to improve, literary heart is easier.
Well, that must be the reason.
Shen Tang said stubbornly: "Of course it's because I like to use my weaknesses to provoke others' strengths. It sounds great."
Zhai Le, who was suspected of being provoked, said: "… "
He almost exploded and jumped up on the spot.
He drew out his sword and pointed it at Shen Tang with great momentum.
"Come again!"
Because Shen Tang was a scholar, Zhai Le did not use his martial courage from beginning to end, and only relied on his physical strength to fight him. The weird thing was that Shen Tang improved rapidly, and later he could knock his wooden sword away with three moves, and the sword tip was across his neck. If this was a real fight, he would be dead.
"Are you coming yet?"
Zhai Le gritted his teeth: "Come!"
The result is naturally gratifying.
Shen Tang's sword was more than five times faster than before. Even someone with excellent eyesight like Zhai Le could only catch the afterimage left by the sword.
"Swordsmanship is not my strong point, let's compete in something else."
Shen Tang asked: "Comparing what?"
Zhai Le: "Move the stone!"
The corners of Shen Tang's mouth twitched, and he was somewhat resistant to this proposal.
"Moving stones?"
"I practice this way at home in the martial arts field,"
In fact, lifting a large tripod will also work.
But where is the tripod in the farmyard for them to play with
When Qishan and the other two came out of the house after a pleasant chat, the two of them were stacking the stones on one side of the yard and moving them from one end to the other. At first, they were still moving them while standing, and then they changed to moving them with their legs clamped together while standing upside down. They were not only competing in the weight and number of stones they moved, but also in the speed of standing upside down.
Qishan: “…”
Chu Yao: “…”
Zhai Le's cousin Zhai Huan: "..."
At the same time, the three of them had the same thought in their minds—
Something this stupid definitely isn't from my family.
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