Zheng Dong smiled when he heard Zhao Mengqi's playful words.
The two chatted and joked for a while, and then Zheng Dong got down to business and started teaching Zhao Mengqi Zhuang Kung Fu. After entering the teaching session, Zhao Mengqi became serious.
"I've basically finished teaching you what I need to teach you. In addition to standing correctly in the horse stance, you have to rely more on your own understanding. I've told you the specific methods and experience. It depends on whether you can get started.
You're on your own."
Zhao Mengqi nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, Teacher Zheng, for taking this time."
Although Zheng Dong has been in contact with Zhao Mengqi for less than a week, they get along well. Zhao Mengqi has a cheerful personality and does not have the temper expected of the eldest lady.
"That's right," Zhao Mengqi seemed to have thought of something, "I will transfer your teaching fee to you later."
"Class fee?"
"That's right, didn't Coach Qin tell you? Ten thousand per class."
"How much?" Zheng Dong thought he had misunderstood.
"Ten thousand for one class, seventy thousand in total." Zhao Mengqi felt a little embarrassed, "I know this price may be a bit low..."
Zheng Dong didn't hear a word of what was said next. All that echoed in his mind was the number '70,000'.
How much money can you make as a martial arts instructor?!
Zhao Mengqi didn't know why Zheng Dong got involved in sword practice and looked at him doubtfully.
"To be honest, swordsmanship is actually my best skill." Zheng Dong's face was full of sincerity, and he looked like you had earned it.
Zhao Mengqi was amused by Zheng Dong's appearance and said, "Yes, yes, Teacher Zheng's swordsmanship is the best in the world!"
Seeing that Zhao Mengqi didn't believe it, Zheng Dong walked to the weapon rack, took out a wooden sword, held it with a sword flower, and chuckled: "Try it?"
"Are you serious?" Zhao Mengqi glanced at Zheng Dong. She had heard Qin Wushuang say that Zheng Dong didn't know anything except pile skills. "Okay, just give it a try. The person who taught me swordsmanship is Zhong Ruixue, a master of swordsmanship."
Teacher, I'm still afraid of you."
The two held wooden swords in their hands, walked to the center of the training ground, and stood three meters apart.
"drink!"
Zhao Mengqi shouted softly, raised her sword and stabbed.
In Zheng Dong's eyes, Zhao Mengxue's sword was full of flaws in terms of strength, speed, and angle.
As soon as Zheng Dong raised his hand, his long sword met Zhao Mengqi's sword body. He swung it gently to neutralize Zhao Mengqi's attack, and then stabbed Zhao Mengqi's throat with the tip of the sword.
"Is it strong?"
"powerful!"
"Do you want to learn?"
"I think," Zhao Mengqi reacted, "I will follow the price of the previous swordsmanship teacher... No, I will add ten thousand more, and I will pay you fifty thousand for one lesson."
Zhao Mengqi was sincerely convinced. What she said before about learning swordsmanship from the master Chong Ruixue was true. She had already learned swordsmanship for two years. She couldn't say how powerful she was. At least she could compete with her original teacher.
But when she came to Zheng Dong, she was defeated with just one move. Frustrated, she couldn't help but arouse her strong desire to learn. She must learn such a strong swordsmanship.
Zhao Mengqi has loved swordsmanship since she was a child, but her family did not allow her to use swords or guns before. It was not until she went to college that her family relaxed their control over her, and she was able to learn swordsmanship as she pleased.
She learned to stand in order to enhance her strength and physical fitness, so as to better learn swordsmanship.
"good."
Zheng Dong suppressed the excitement in his heart and promised, "Starting from tomorrow, I will teach you swordsmanship."
"Yes, Teacher Zheng!"
Zhao Mengqi said Teacher Zheng much more solemnly than before. Obviously, Zheng Dong's swordsmanship impressed her.
The two agreed on the teaching time tomorrow, and Zheng Dong left.
Walking to the gate of the manor, Zheng Dong found a stylish car parked there. Next to the car stood a gentle-looking man wearing rimless glasses. The man was holding a bouquet of roses. He must be Zhao Mengqi's suitor.
Zheng Dong couldn't help but look at the man. He actually dared to pursue Zhao Mengqi, a rich man. After all, he was also a rich man. Zheng Dong muttered in his heart and left the man directly.
"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, our lady said she can't see guests."
The manor housekeeper said with a smile on his face.
"Steward Wu, is the man just now a friend of Miss Zhao?" He pointed to the direction Zheng Dong left and asked.
"Mr. Wang, you know that I never ask anything about young lady's personal affairs." Butler Wu directly intervened.
"Butler Wu, excuse me."
Not only was Zhao Xueqi rejected, but he also encountered a problem with a housekeeper. The man surnamed Wang had a gloomy face.
When he got back to the car, he told the driver in a bad tone: "Send someone to check the identity of the man just now."
Although he was extremely unhappy, the person who could come out of Zhao Mengqi's house couldn't be a simple person. He rashly looking for trouble without doing some investigation would be the behavior of a fool, and he, Wang Wenhao, was no fool.
Zheng Dong was walking home, but he didn't expect that he would be stared at for no reason. He was holding his mobile phone and happily looking at the balance in his bank card.
"A rich man is a rich man, and he actually gave me 70,000 yuan for seven classes!"
It has to be said that these 70,000 yuan have greatly eased Zheng Dong's financial pressure. Finally, he no longer has to think about selling money on the prehistoric forum.
Thinking of this, Zheng Dong couldn't help but blush. He was still considering whether to sell silver coins on the Honghuang Forum to relieve financial pressure.
Humming the song all the way back to my rental house.
Zheng Dong discovered that since he obtained the Book of Truth, he had not had many recreational activities and had completely become an otaku.
Life is divided into two parts: work and go home, and then either stay at home and play with the virtual kingdom of God, or travel to other worlds to develop believers.
Complaints are complaints, Zheng Dong is still as usual, the first thing he does when he gets home is to check his supernatural power.
Believers:369
Divine power: 104
Zheng Dong felt excited when he saw that he had 104 points of magical power. After working for so long, his magical power finally reached three digits.
Secretly warning himself not to be proud, Zheng Dong closed his eyes and his consciousness once again came to the Manniu tribe in another world.
At this time, it was evening in another world, and the sunset dyed half of the sky red.
Under the sky, Zheng Dong's followers dragged newly woven fishing nets, sang strange songs, and kept dragging plump sea fish ashore.
In the tribe, the old men and women were busy placing the cleaned sea fish in the wind vents, preparing to dry them.
The children of the primitive tribe were busy collecting dry firewood. If Zheng Dong's guess was correct, they were going to have a bonfire party.
Zheng Dong was very proud when he saw this peaceful scene. He had a share of the credit for this peaceful scene.
The believers were immersed in happiness and were completely unaware of the approaching danger.