Guo Jiaqi, who used to be a bit undisciplined in the past, has been fighting with a wooden stake these days. The poor wooden stake was beaten so hard that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could not resist.
Looking at the angry Guo Jiaqi, Xiao Yanyu, who was about to meet Guo Jiayue, shouted to him: "Brother Jiaqi, do you want to go out and play together?"
Xiao Yanyu's injury no longer affects her normal movements. At Guo Jiayue's invitation, she wants to go out for a walk. She has been here for so long, and she really wants to go out for a walk. When Guo Jiayue helps her change her dressing, she often follows
She talked about some things in the city, and after she said that candied haws on a stick was a child's favorite thing to eat, she kept thinking about it and wanted to see what the candied haws on a stick would think.
Hearing Xiao Yanyu's invitation, Guo Jiaqi refused: "If you don't go, you can buy whatever you want. Brother Jiaqi will pay for it, as long as you don't buy it for Chen Mo."
At this point, he added in a low voice: "I can't beat you, why don't you let me piss you off?"
Xiao Yanyu held Guo Jiayue's hand, and the two of them looked at Guo Jiaqi, who was focused on venting his anger with wooden stakes, and then at Chen Mo, who was far behind him, sitting on the steps of the corridor, expressionlessly chewing a fruit.
They didn't say anything and left here.
At this time, the old boss and his people piled the goods outside into the yard. Perhaps this would be another business trip for them soon.
"Brother Chen, what do you think of these knives of our mistress?" The old man lay on the goods and looked at Guo Jiaqi's back, and asked Chen Mo who was sitting aside.
"Old Dantou, don't keep irritating me with Chen Mo's name. I'm not scared."
"Crack, click, click," there were several more wooden sounds.
"Still powerless."
"click"
Guo Jiaqi paused with the wooden knife in his hand, turned around, looked at Chen Mo who was sitting there at some point, and said, "Why are you here?"
"You're healed, I'm right here."
Chen Mo's words made Guo Jiaqi and even everyone else in the yard tremble with fear: Could he be coming again?
Chen Mo walked towards Guo Jiaqi, and with every step he took, Guo Jiaqi's heart trembled, but he didn't want to retreat: Come as soon as you come, and you still think I'm really afraid of you, and the worst I can do is lie down for two more days.
Chen Mo stood in front of him and said something that seemed a bit baffling to everyone: "Can you draw a sword?"
Can you draw a knife? Isn't this a joke? As long as you have played with a knife, even a three-year-old child will draw a knife.
"If you want to beat me, then beat me. Why use words to provoke me? Do you think I am worse than a three-year-old child?"
"That's good."
Chen Mo took a wooden sword and placed it on his waist. He held the scabbard with his other hand, as if the wooden sword was sheathed and hanging on his waist. Then he took a small step back with his right leg and made a gesture of trying to draw out the enemy.
Knife status.
Guo Jiaqi didn't know what kind of relationship he was selling. He followed what he said before joining forces and made similar actions. The two faced each other and just looked at each other.
The old man on the side looked at the two people who were at war with each other, and a passionate flame ignited in his eyes.
"start!"
At the beginning of the sentence, both sides drew their swords at the same time.
Chen Mo drew out his sword and put it back in his hand. The wooden sword in his hand passed a foot away from the door facing Guo Jiaqi without causing any harm to him.
After Chen Mo finished this action, Guo Jiaqi's sword was only half-drawn out.
I still lost, even the simplest movements were defeated so completely. Is it true that I am not a martial arts material? Any leader of the younger generation is just bullshit.
Guo Jiaqi was stunned. He was already beginning to doubt himself.
Chen Mo ignored him and put the wooden sword next to him. Then he rolled up the sleeve he had just pulled out the sword in the midst of everyone's confusion. In the surprised eyes of everyone, he untied the two things tied to his forearm and upper arm.
"Bang, bang."
The two things were thrown to the ground casually by Chen Mo, making two muffled sounds. One can imagine how heavy these things were.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Did he just draw the sword with these two things? Why did it feel like he didn't bring them with him?
"Take it with you and draw your sword five hundred times."
After Chen Mo finished speaking, he left here.
As soon as Chen Mo left, the old boss came up, picked up the two things, weighed them in his hands, and sighed: "Good guy, this thing must weigh almost twenty kilograms. Brother Chen was carrying this thing just now.
The knife he drew?"
"Stop blabbering and tie it up for me." Guo Jiaqi stretched out his hand in front of the old man and asked him to put the things on him.
The old man helped Guo Jiaqi tie up and said, "It seems that Brother Chen is teaching you his skills."
"Just tie something. No need to worry about it. After tying it, go to work."
"Yes, yes, I don't dare to disobey the mistress."
"roll!"
After the old boss helped him finish it, he got busy again.
Guo Jiaqi moved his weighted arm. It was really heavy and very inconvenient to move, let alone a simple action of drawing out a knife.
"I don't believe it. If you can do it, why can't I?"
Guo Jiaqi drew his knife and swung it. Before he could put the knife away, the knife was stuck on the ground, trying to stabilize his body which was somewhat out of balance.
"Damn! Come again!"
Here they were secretly competing, but on the other side, Xiao Yanyu saw a lively market for the first time, and the dazzling array of things made her curious eyes swivel.
Every time you pass a tunnel, you have to ask, she is a child who has never seen the world, but this makes Guo Jiayue very strange. She is said to be a simple mountain child, which is easy to explain, but she can read and read, and has her own
It's very different to understand.
Qu Buping also answered some simple questions with her, and she could answer them fluently. She was clearly a child who had gone to private school.
You must know that in their country of Chu, ordinary people cannot go to private schools. Only those who live in the city and have a certain financial situation can do so. The Qu family also spent a lot of money in order to study for Qu Buping.
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Furthermore, girls generally do not enter private schools, and ordinary people regard "a woman without virtue must be talented" as a golden rule. Only girls from wealthy families will ask their husbands to teach them privately.
Qu Buping once asked who taught her, and the little girl said that it was her father who taught her, but her father was an out-and-out mountain villager who later died.
Qu Buping guessed that her father was once a knowledgeable gentleman, and he might have escaped from the world due to some things. However, the Shang-Chu war not long ago affected their family. Only this little girl survived. By chance, she met Chen Mo.
Moving south.
He didn't ask much about the little girl's injustice. He couldn't do anything to expose people's scars.
No matter what happened in the past, just be happy now.
Guo Jiayue looked at the little girl's happy smile and smiled. Let the past go, why bother growing up with sorrow.
"Tanghululie."
A loud shout brought Guo Jiayue out of his thoughts. Not far away from them, a vendor carrying a straw handle was walking slowly, surrounded by a group of young children, like bees seeing flowers.
"Is that the candied haws on a stick?" Xiao Yanyu looked at the red skewers on the straw, and the appetizing color made the little girl put her little finger in her mouth involuntarily.
Looking at her dreamy look, Guo Jiayue remembered that the candied haws ashes she saw for the first time when she was a child looked similar to how they look now.
Guo Jiayue walked forward with the little girl, gave the vendor a copper coin, took two skewers herself, and handed the candied haws to Xiao Yanyu in the envious eyes of the children around her.
The excited Xiao Yanyu took two bunches of candied haws and licked one of them, and immediately couldn't put it down.
"Let's go, we should go back." Guo Jiayue smiled.
"Okay." Xiao Yanyu replied happily. Being able to eat candied haws on a stick will make him feel satisfied after this trip.
When the two returned home, they saw Guo Jiaqi sweating profusely in the open space in the yard, doing a very simple action of drawing a knife, and he was panting for a long time every time he did it.
"Brother Jiaqi, do you want to eat the candied haws?" Xiao Yanyu shook an uneaten candied haws in his hand and shouted to Guo Jiaqi, who was resting after completing an action.
"No, you can eat it yourself."
Guo Jiaqi thanked the little girl for her kindness and waved the wooden knife on his waist again.
Guo Jiayue looked at Guo Jiaqi, and then at Chen Mo who was sitting cross-legged on a chair in the corridor. Xiao Yanyu said that Chen Mo was practicing at this time.
Guo Jiayue didn't know much about martial arts. He guessed that maybe Chen Mo was teaching his younger brother something. She had never seen such a hard-working younger brother before.
Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two people, one large and one small, approaching him.
Xiao Yanyu handed the candied haws in his hand to him and said, "Would you like to eat it?"
Before Chen Mo could speak, she said again: "No, huh."
Xiao Yanyu made a face at him and turned away.
Looking at the childish little girl, Guo Jiayue smiled at Chen Mo and called: "Mr. Chen." As a greeting, Chen Mo also nodded.
After parting ways with the two of them, Chen Mo continued to practice, but the sound of breathing from afar still did not stop.
I don't know how much time passed, but Chen Mo was no longer in the corridor, and the ground under Guo Jiaqi's feet had been soaked with his own sweat.
"Four hundred and ninety-three."
"Huhuhu."
"Four hundred and ninety-four."
"Huhuhu."
"Four hundred and ninety-five."
.....
"five hundred!!!"
At the last moment, Guo Jiaqi seemed to have exhausted his last strength, kneeling on the ground with one knee, supporting the ground with his left hand, and gasping for air.
The wrist of his right hand kept shaking, but the wooden knife in his hand did not let go. It was not because he didn't want to put it down, but because his fingers were cramped and he couldn't open it.
...
At the lunch dinner, Guo Jiaqi failed to pick up chopsticks several times in a row, which made everyone in the Guo family laugh. Only Guo Jiaqi's mother felt sorry for her child.
"Brother, what's wrong with your hand?" The innocent Guo Jiaxing asked curiously.
It's really hard to pick up the pot. Guo Jiaqi glared at a little brother angrily and said, "When you grow up, you will know what's going on."
At this time, Guo Jiaqi secretly decided that when the boy started to take the knife, he would pass the two sandbags to him.