This gentleman is a bit picky. Jiang Changxi said: "I don't dare to do that. My disciple's energy has also improved by leaps and bounds, but I can't ask you, sir, to watch me play with stone weights."
The husband suddenly said: "I think this will work."
Zhou Lan and Jiang Changxi looked at Sir, "You have changed your style. Neither playing the piano nor playing chess can satisfy you. You want to play the vulgar game of Hercules."
Teacher: "When Mingde went out, he would hold two big rocks in his hands when he endorsed the book. I saw that he was quite energetic, so why don't you give it a try?"
Try, how to try, let the husband and wife wrestle in front of the husband? Jiang Changxi thought that the husband may have seen that the husband and wife were living too smoothly, and deliberately harmed their relationship. His intentions can be described as insidious.
Jiang Changxi began to change the subject: "Sir, if you feel that this disciple has delayed your eldest disciple's learning progress, you can say clearly that the disciple can temporarily avoid Zhuangzi and let your master and disciple study hard behind closed doors."
The husband did not express his words tactfully, allowing the female disciple to take advantage of it and said directly: "No, I just want to see your rapid improvement in strength."
My husband still remembers how his female disciple held up a carriage wheel that fell into a mud puddle with one hand.
A small figure with huge power, I don’t know why these energies exist so irrationally.
Zhou Lan said with a dark face: "So sir, you want to see this disciple make a fool of himself."
Otherwise, if he can't even throw a big profit, how can he be so happy? Being thrown by his wife, it will be so dark in his heart. Isn't he shameless?
From the fact that Da Li never dares to compete with the eldest lady, we can know which one is more important between them as master and servant.
You must know that Dali is not someone who knows how to save face for her master. If she doesn't take the initiative to discuss, it means she knows that Jiang Changxi is better than her.
The teacher calmly comforted the male disciple: "You don't have to worry about this. After all, whether you compete or not, the results are all there."
Anyway, the husband is very persistent and wants to see a husband and wife showdown.
So, under pressure and for the pleasure of my husband, the couple took their positions in the martial arts arena.
Jiang Changxi suggested to his husband with a smile: "Sir, just gesturing is meaningless, why don't you place some bets. What's more important, participation?"
My husband was almost angry. After seeing a joke, I bought a ticket: "I'm not stupid. You and your wife have the final say whether you win or lose."
Jiang Changxi: "Ahem, I'm mainly afraid that it won't be interesting for you just to watch."
Husband: "Sir, I would rather be boring than join you in participating. Besides, I am also good at calligraphy and painting."
The young couple looked at the husband together. What kind of talent were they mentioning at this time? Did the husband want to perform painting for them? Judging from the expression and mood of the husband, it shouldn't be possible.
Then I saw the gentleman's sinister look in his eyes.
Zhou Lan realized it instantly and almost cried. He was thrown by his wife and looked down upon by his husband. If he still left words and ink, would he leave his name in history? That would be the most miserable thing in the world.
Zhou Lan: "Sir, please be merciful and save some face for this disciple."
Sir: "How can you surrender before fighting? The result is not certain yet. Besides, you will take the scientific examination next year. What if you don't do well in the exam? Is this the same? Sir, I will also help you adjust it."
Mentality. If you don’t do well in the exam, if you think about today, you will feel that it doesn’t matter how you did in the exam.”
Zhou Lan is about to cry but has no tears. Is there any gentleman more deceitful than this? You really don’t need to put so much effort into it. Isn’t it a good idea to save some face for your disciples?
Besides, is this the same as taking a scientific examination? He was beaten by his wife and was unable to fight back. And there is no possibility of turning over in this life.
Jiang Changxi couldn't help laughing. He had never seen a gentleman who tormented his disciples like this. He relieved his stress in an unusual way: "I know that sir has good intentions. Okay, let's leave it like this."
What happened to Zhou Lanneng? My daughter-in-law said that was all. It was a shame and was thrown into my grandma's house. I haven't had any issues this year.
Then my husband saw the female disciple’s brute strength, the kind of conquest that relied solely on brute force without any skills.
The old gentleman's heart was pounding when he saw this. He made up his mind to save more private houses for his male disciples in the future. It was not easy.
Seeing the tall, handsome, eldest disciple with arms and waist, being thrown out from all angles, the gentleman couldn't bear it. He gritted his back teeth and took several steps back, feeling the pain for his male disciple.
It’s rare that I take a moment to reflect and feel that I have gone too far and shouldn’t have made such a request. I shouldn’t be so wild when decompressing.
Although Mr. Xiang is soft-hearted, he is not soft-hearted at all. There are already three ink paintings of Xinjiang Travel.
Zhou Lan struggled to get up dizzy. Jiang Changxi comforted her husband who was crippled by the fall: "Well, Dali is right, you are really strong."
Zhou Lan has a bad face again, so you, master and servant, throw me down just to prove it.
Jiang Changxi was too embarrassed to do anything anymore: "My muscles and bones are now fully mobile, let's talk with your husband."
Can Zhou Lan disagree? Is he willing to be thrown by his wife? Is it because he did something wrong? The husband deliberately treated himself like this.
Why don't you, sir, behave like a gentleman in everything? Don't you, sir, admire rules and etiquette very much? If a woman beats her husband, this has nothing to do with rules and etiquette.
Looking at the appearance of the male disciple, the husband couldn't keep reading. Jiang Changxi and Zhou Lan went over to appreciate the master's masterpiece.
Jiang Changxi was dumbfounded and comforted Zhou Lan: "You can rest assured now, you will never recognize that it is the two of us." The gentleman's style was too freehand.
Zhou Lan twitched the corners of his mouth, was that something that could not be seen clearly? The hurt in his heart was endless.
However, my husband's fine brushwork is really good. He looked at his proud work and asked, "How is it?"
Zhou Lan sincerely praised: "It's so good that I want to collect them all."
Jiang Changxi laughed. No wonder she couldn't tell the difference. The key was that she didn't have the intention to collect it.
The teacher laughed loudly and said to his male disciple: "Sir, I want to keep one piece. It's good to take it out occasionally to entertain the body and mind."
Zhou Lan was aggrieved, how could this be done, sir did it on purpose: "Sir."
Without giving face to his disciples, he chose the one he was most satisfied with and went back to his study. He had a good year.
Zhou Lan and Jiang Changxi were left to admire the remaining two masterpieces. Zhou Lan's face was dark.
Jiang Changxi comforted Zhou Lan: "Sir, you are very kind. The one you took away only had a shadow on it."
Zhou Lan remained silent, staring at the two paintings in front of him, thinking about how to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces, and then go to the husband's place. It would be best to steal the paintings collected by the husband.
Don't say that a gentleman is not a gentleman. At this time, Zhou Lan didn't want to be a gentleman. It's a black history.
Jiang Changxi looked at the paintings and thought about money: "I wonder if Mr.'s paintings are as hard to find as Mr.'s calligraphy."