Chapter 92

Because it has just started, the training items are very basic. In the morning, physical training, 10000 meter long-distance running three times a day, and in the afternoon, practice the long and gun cut from a wooden stick, and repeatedly practice the basic movements such as blocking, taking, pricking, stabbing, building, winding, circling, fluttering, pointing and dialing.

She knew that the cold weapons such as long and gun were also blessed to have been to the ancient Museum in her previous life. Moreover, the military academy's weapon evolution history also briefly described the evolution and development of war weapons in five major periods: ancient times, near ancient times, ancient times, modern times and modern times.

When he got the long and gun urgently made by the carpenter's workshop, Xu Ke weighed it and stabbed it in front of him. Unexpectedly, he also had a bit of momentum.

"I can't see. On weekdays, I look as weak as a chicken. I play with a gun and have a bit of posture."

Xu Ke: "

Chicken... Cub?

Hehe, so that's what Lang Jun thinks of him?

Yan Yan put away the wooden gun. Xu Ke's face was loveless, "let Lang Jun laugh."

Jiang Pengji smiled and said nothing. She raised her hand and pointed to another wooden gun. It seemed that it was filled with great strength and suddenly bounced up. It seemed to jump into Jiang Pengji's palm on her own initiative. She smiled and said, "do you want to loosen your muscles and bones?"

Xu Ke was stunned for a moment. Before he could understand, a wooden gun hit him face-to-face. He subconsciously blocked it with the body of the gun, but found that Jiang Pengji didn't use much strength. It seemed that she was just fighting, not really. Think like this, Xu Ke has more confidence in his heart.

"In that case, please come!"

The audience watching the live broadcast found that Xu Ke's youth could dance the wooden gun like a tiger, and his moves were concise and neat, which greatly overturned the deep impression of the weak Chinese scholar in their mind. That skill, that posture, where is it like a weak chicken?

In fact, the six arts of a gentleman include ceremony, music, shooting, royal, calligraphy and counting. Many scholars can write poetry with a pen, shoot and shoot arrows on the horse, and have some boxing and foot Kung Fu, although most of them are just airs and useless.

However, whether he is extravagant or not, the difference is not big for Jiang Pengji. They are all war five dregs.

He fought for a long time until Xu Ke's feet were floating, his eyes fainted, his arms swelled, his palms were worn out by a rough wooden gun, and her whole body was sweating. Jiang Pengji still looked like nothing, even her breathing was not disordered, and her forehead was dry and dry.

"Young people still need exercise. Their arms are as soft as noodles. That's not good."

She smiled and inserted the wooden gun straight into the ground, like a knife cutting tofu, into less than half of the gun.

"It's Ke Bucai, Lang Junyong."

Xu Ke arched his hands and smiled bitterly. He was better at mental work. This kind of activity of dancing knives and guns almost twisted his waist.

As for Jiang Pengji's two teasing words, he had the right to be a deaf ear and didn't listen close to his heart.

"If you are young, you should take more exercise. You are delicate and weak, and there are many problems. I can't be idle. If you follow me, you really have to practice hard, otherwise I'm afraid you'll be tired." Jiang Pengji encouraged him with a smile, "Wen Neng can put pen to paper to calm the world, and Wu can go up to the horse to set the heaven and earth. I feel blood surging when I think about it. Xiaoyu can practice with these people if he wants."

She can see that Xu Ke does have some skills. What a pity to be abandoned?

"Ke was young and ignorant before. He was a ranger for some time. Later, he met his mentor and was educated. Only then did he indulge in sage books."

The man has a dream of being a great hero, weeding out the strong and helping the weak, robbing the rich and helping the poor. Xu Ke is no exception. After a period of time in form two, he finally put down his sword, picked up his pen, studied quietly and became a good son to reassure his mother.

Unfortunately, God made people, his mother had not enjoyed his son's filial piety for a few years, so she died early in vain.

Jiang Pengji was partial to his head, Tucao Dao, "young and ignorant before, make complaints about how mature and steady you are now..."

Xu Ke: "

On the other side, a friend watching the live broadcast gave Xu Ke an expression.

[canteen cooking aunt]: Xu Ke juvenile OS - Lang Jun, I'll tell you, you'll lose your baby if you do this again

Jiang Pengji glanced at Xu Ke and then said with a smile.

"Did you just think that if I continue to tease you like this, you will quarrel with me?"

Xu Ke's face suddenly turned red, slightly embarrassed and said: "... Lang Jun, don't laugh..."

Jiang Pengji said to him seriously, "in fact, you can make trouble. I can tolerate it. I have a little temper and am more lovely."

In her eyes, Xu Ke is a boy who plays with his temper. Within the bottom line of her tolerance, it's okay to be capricious occasionally.

Xu Ke was silent.

In front of himself, the husband, who is five or six years younger than himself, is rude and mischievous. As a schoolboy, how should he deal with it?

Hurry! Wait online!

Facts have proved that rabbits bite when they are anxious, and Xu Ke chokes when they are anxious.

"Lang Jun, keep your sweet words for the girls in Langlang lane."

With that, Xu Ke bowed his hand, then shook his sleeve and left. He can't spread his suffocating anger on Jiang Pengji, but it's OK to toss around the servants. The more he knows, the more he feels that the image of noble son of aristocratic family in his mind is collapsing in various ways.

Of course, it won't be long before he finds out that it's not the noble son of his family, it's just the husband with wonderful style of his family.

"Tut Tut, when it comes to looks, the girls in Langlang lane may not be as beautiful as Xiaoyu."

Jiang Pengji whispered in a low voice to ensure that Xu Ke, who shook her sleeves in front, could hear her.

Then, Jiang Pengji saw that the other party stumbled and stepped empty, so she rolled down the ridge.

Seeing Xu Ke's young man flirting, the audience in the live studio was distressed.

[aunt dining in the canteen]: anchor, your heart is too dark. Even a cute baby like Xu juvenile is bullied. I can't bear to see it. So cute, so beautiful and greasy, how can you get poisoned? Just now I really wanted to rush out of the screen and hold him qwq

[overbearing President]: I've never seen such a funny anchor. Look, you scared people

[this grass is poisonous]: ancient people were very serious. If the anchor did this, people might feel resentment. Be careful that he blackened.

[Xiyan]: hahaha, look forward to young Xu's blackening appearance. Then he will fall in love with Wu and Liang anchor and kill each other

Jiang Pengji ignored the ridicule of the barrage on the screen. She went to the ridge and squatted down to carry Xu Ke, who was lying on the ground and sucking the air conditioner. The other party was stunned by her behavior again. Her whole body was obviously stiff and her muscles were tight.

"I was so careless all the way. Fortunately, the ridge was low and carefully cleaned by the tenants. There were no big stones. Otherwise, you might break a leg and ruin your face." Jiang Pengji carried people on her back, but her steps were very light and vigorous.

Xu Ke finally recovered from the shock. He didn't know where to put his hands, and his face was embarrassed.

After listening to Jiang Pengji's "villains complain first", Xu Ke felt powerless.

Xu Ke almost clenched his teeth and said, "if it weren't for Lang Jun's teasing, where would Ke be so rude?"