Because it has only just started, the training items are very basic. In the morning, physical training, three 10,000-meter long distance runs a day, and in the afternoon, we practice long and spear cut from wooden sticks. Repeatedly practice blocking, holding, stabbing, stabbing, tying, wrapping, circling, and throwing. , point, dial and other basic actions.
She knows cold weapons such as longs and spears, and she has to go to the ancient museum in her previous life. Moreover, the history of the military academy's weapon evolution also briefly describes the five major eras of war weapons: ancient times, modern times, ancient times, modern times and modern times. Evolutionary development process.
After getting the long and spear urgently made by the carpentry workshop, Xu Ke weighed it and stabbed it in front of him, even with a bit of momentum.
"I can't tell. He looks as weak as a chicken on weekdays. He plays with a gun and has a bit of a posture."
Xu Ke: "..."
Chicken... cub
Ha ha ha, so that's how Lang Jun treats him
Xi Xi put away the wooden gun, Xu Ke's face was unrequited, "Lang Jun laughed."
Jiang Pengji smiled without saying a word, raised her hand to point another wooden gun, and saw that it seemed to have been injected with great strength, and it bounced up suddenly, as if it was actively jumping to Jiang Pengji's palm, she said with a smile, " Would you like to loosen your muscles?"
Xu Ke was stunned for a moment, but before he could understand, a wooden spear attacked him. He subconsciously blocked it with the body of the spear, but found that Jiang Pengji didn't use much force, and it seemed that he was just making trouble, not real. Thinking like this, Xu Ke felt more confident in his heart.
"In that case, Lord Lang please come!"
The audience watching the live broadcast found that Xu Ke was able to dance the wooden spear like a tiger. That skill, that posture, where does it look like a weak chicken
In fact, the six arts of a gentleman include ritual, music, archery, imperialism, calligraphy, and arithmetic. Many scholars can write poetry and prose, play guns and arrows when mounted on horses, all of them have some boxing skills. Chinese use.
However, no matter whether he is a flamboyant or not, for Jiang Pengji, there is not much difference, they are all scumbags.
Fighting for a stick of incense, until Xu Ke's footsteps were vain, his eyes were dizzy, his arms were swollen, his palms were scratched with blood from the rough wooden gun, and his whole body was dripping with sweat. It's dry and cool.
"Young people still need to exercise, their arms are as soft as noodles, which is not acceptable."
She smiled and stabbed the wooden gun straight into the ground, as if a knife was cutting tofu, and it sank into the small half of the gun.
"It's Ke not talented, Lang Jun is heroic."
Xu Ke cupped his hands and smiled bitterly. He was better at mental work. This kind of activity of dancing with knives and guns made him almost twist his waist.
As for Jiang Pengji's two jokes, he had been listening to him, but he didn't listen to his heart.
"If you are young, you still need to exercise a lot. There are many problems with your body and weakness. I can't be idle. If you follow me, you really have to practice hard, otherwise, I'm afraid you will be tired." Jiang Pengji smiled. He encouraged him, "Wen Neng put a pen to settle the world, and Wu Ke went on the horse to set the world. Thinking about it, I feel passionate. If Xiaoyu is willing, you can practice with these people."
She could see that Xu Ke did have some skills, what a pity to waste it
"Ke used to be young and ignorant. He worked as a ranger for a period of time. Later, he met his mentor and was enlightened. Only then did he become obsessed with the books of saints."
Every man has a dream of being a peerless hero, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, robbing the rich and helping the poor. Xu Ke was no exception. After a period of time in middle school, he still put down his sword obediently, picked up his pen and studied quietly, and let him be the one. Mother's reassuring good son.
It's a pity that God's will tricks people, and his mother died early in vain before she could enjoy her son's filial piety for a few years.
Jiang Pengji tilted her head and complained, "You used to be young and ignorant? It's like how mature and stable you are now..."
Xu Ke: "..."
On the other side, a friend who watched the live broadcast gave Xu Ke an emoji.
[Auntie in the cafeteria]: Xu Ke's juvenile OS—Lang Jun, I will talk to you, you will lose your baby if you do this again
Jiang Pengji glanced at it, and then told Xu Ke with a smile.
"Did you just think that if I continue to tease you like this, you're going to make trouble with me?"
Xu Ke's face turned red, and he said a little embarrassedly: "...Langjun, don't joke..."
Jiang Pengji said to him seriously, "Actually, you can make trouble. I can tolerate it. It's more cute if you have a little temper."
In her eyes, Xu Ke was just a temper tantrum. Within the limit of her tolerance, it's okay to be capricious occasionally.
Xu Ke was silent.
In front of him, Lang Jun, who is five or six years younger than him, is rude and foolish. As a book boy, how should he deal with it
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Facts have proved that rabbits will bite people when they are anxious, and Xu Ke will also choke when they are anxious.
"Lang Jun, you still keep these sweet words for the girls in Langlang Lane."
After speaking, Xu Ke bowed his hands and left with his sleeves thrown. He couldn't put his sullen anger on Jiang Pengji, but it was no problem to toss those servants. The more he understood, the more he felt that the image of the noble son in his mind was collapsing in various ways.
Of course, it won't be long before he finds out that it's not the noble son of the aristocratic family who collapsed, but just the prince with a strange style of his family.
"Tsk tsk, when it comes to appearance, the girls in Langlang Lane may not be comparable to Xiaoyu's elegance."
Jiang Pengji muttered in a low voice, making sure that Xu Ke, who was throwing his sleeves in front of him, could hear him.
Then, Jiang Pengji saw that the other side stumbled and stepped in the air, so she rolled down the field ridge.
The audience in the live broadcast room felt distressed seeing Xu Ke's youthful flirtation.
[Auntie in the cafeteria]: The anchor, your heart is too dark. Even such a cute baby Xu Juvenile is bullied. I can't bear to watch it. So cute, so beautiful, how can you get a poisonous hand? Just wanted to rush out of the screen and hug him QWQ
[Domineering President]: I have never seen such a funny anchor, look, you scared people
[This grass is poisonous]: The ancients were very serious. If the anchor did this, they might feel resentful in their hearts. Be careful that he turned black.
[Xiyan]: Hahaha, I look forward to Xu Juvenile's blackening appearance, and then fall in love with Wu and Liang anchors and kill each other
Jiang Pengji ignored the barrage of ridicule that filled the screen, walked to the ridge, squatted down and lifted Xu Ke, who was lying on the ground and gasping for air, on his back. The other party was once again frightened by her actions. .
"I was so careless when I walked. Fortunately, the height of the ridge was low, and it was carefully cleaned by the tenants. There were no big stones. Otherwise, if you stepped on the empty foot just now, you might have broken a leg and disfigured your face again." Jiang Pengji Carrying people, but walking very lightly.
Xu Ke finally recovered from the shock, he didn't know where to put his hands, and his face was embarrassed.
Hearing Jiang Pengji's "the wicked sue first", Xu Ke felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Xu Ke almost gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for Langjun making fun of him, how could Ke be so rude?"