There was a smile on Tang Ming's lips: "Xie Bin, do you want to try it?"
Xie Bin is that short-haired young man.
After he saw the smile on Tang Ming's lips, he shuddered for some reason.
"Instructor Tang, you, what are you laughing at?"
Xie Bin shrank his neck: "You laughed so hard that my heart went crazy."
"Did I laugh?"
Tang Ming looked over with a smile.
Xie Bin shuddered, but he didn't dare to reply, so he quickly took a few steps back.
Tang Ming was too lazy to talk nonsense and said calmly: "The first time I interrupted your hands and feet, it really stimulated your potential."
"Now that your hands and feet are healed, there is still a lot of medicine left in your body. If you break your hands and feet now, you will never be able to recover in this life."
"in addition."
Tang Ming's tone was calm and he said calmly: "The medicinal liquid I have been soaking for you in the past two days is called body casting liquid."
"The casting liquid is made by me using dozens of qi and blood medicinal materials. It contains powerful medicinal effects. The medicinal effects can make your hands and feet heal, but at the same time, it is also poison."
"If the medicinal residue in your body cannot be completely refined in the next half month, you will also be paralyzed for life."
Hiss! When everyone heard this, their scalps were numb with fear.
Paralyzed for life.
Doesn’t he become a useless person?
"Instructor Tang, this, this..." Xie Bin was so scared that he was sweating profusely and said anxiously: "How should we refine the medicine residue in the body?"
"It's very simple, start with running."
Tang Ming said calmly: "Each person carries a weight of twenty kilograms and runs cross-country for forty kilometers."
The physical requirement for the selection of the Ace Special Forces Team is an armed cross-country run of fifteen kilometers.
For those who can be selected to enter the Dragon Thorn, the maximum cross-country distance is twenty kilometers.
But now, Tang Ming has doubled the amount.
"This is just the amount of training today."
"Starting tomorrow, I will increase the weight by five kilograms every day, and there is still a distance of five kilometers."
"By analogy, when the medicine residue in your body has been refined, can we enter the next stage."
Tang Ming said quietly: "Remember, if the medicine residue is not refined and allowed to remain in the body, the tendons and veins will rupture within half a month, and it will be useless."
Everyone's expressions changed dramatically.
There were still a few people in the crowd who breathed a sigh of relief. These people were all Dragon Thorn elites and masters in cultivating Qi.
But their smiles didn't last long.
"Pang Fengyu, Jin Jun, Feng Gang, Qi Pengcheng, Shao Xingfan, Wang Zhen, Jia Wenyu..." Tang Ming read a dozen names: "Those whose names are read, come out!"
Fifteen people came out.
They are all dragon thorn elites who cultivate their energy.
"During training, you are not allowed to use energy or luck. Everyone can only train with pure physical body."
"Violators will be expelled from Dragon Thorn and will never be hired."
Tang Ming waved his hand suddenly, and his energy burst out, blocking all the energy in these people's bodies.
The fifteen elites grimaced.
On the contrary, the surrounding Dragon Thorn members grinned happily.
No matter what, everyone is treated equally.
...the next day.
sunny.
Tang Ming held Situ Yue's little hand, followed by Ziri and Liu Wan, walking on the streets of Jinling City.
He did not go to the Dragon Thorn Base today because the training plan was announced yesterday and Li Bingrong gave him great power.
You can say that.
The entire Dragon Thorn base is completely run with him as the center, without any restrictions! "Seven days."
"With the training intensity of Dragon Thorn, it will take seven days to digest the casting fluid."
"At that time, the members of Dragon Thorn will be reborn for the first time."
Tang Ming murmured to himself.
Liu Wan asked curiously: "Master, what is the rebirth?"
"It's nothing, it's just something I feel."
Tang Ming smiled and shook his head: "I have a rest today and I'll have some fun with you."
Just as they were talking, they came to a place full of books and full of antique buildings.
Here is the famous scenic spot in Jinling City.
Confucius Temple.
"Master, why do I feel that there is a very comfortable atmosphere here?"
Liu Wan curiously looked at the Confucius Temple in front of her.
"It's normal. This is the place where Confucian culture gathers. Confucian culture is also called Haoran Zhengqi, and it is also where Meng Sheng's philosophy lies."
"Confucianism emphasizes teaching without distinction, and the reason why Meng Sheng is called a saint lies in his broad mind, helping the people, moral generosity, and praying for the blessings of all people."
Tang Ming smiled and said: "Let's go, our goal today is here."
After saying that, he took a few people behind him to the Confucius Temple.
The breeze blows.
The weather is cool.
Several huge camphor trees grow extremely luxuriantly in front of the Confucius Temple. The huge trees provide shade from the scorching sun and provide visitors with a cool place.
There are many tourists around.
Most of them are parents praying for their children, hoping that they will get good luck at the Confucius Temple, so that their children who are studying at home will have the luck of being literary and enter a good university.
Of course, there are also many people who come just for fun.
"Huh?"
Liu Wan suddenly said in surprise: "Master, look at the purple sun..." Tang Ming looked back.
Zi Ri stood there blankly, silently, staring at the interior of the Confucius Temple without moving.
Tang Mingruo realized something and turned to look at Confucius Temple.
A flash of green light flashed through his clear eyes, and a thick white mist emerged from the depths of the Confucius Temple.
The white mist is lingering, giving people a sense of inspiration and refreshing energy.
“What a rich literary atmosphere.”
The corner of Tang Ming's mouth curled up slightly: "It seems that you are in the right place, Ziri, I will take you in later."
Zi Ri came back to her senses, was stunned for two seconds, and then nodded slowly.
People strolled around Confucius Temple.
At this time, Situ Yue suddenly paused and looked forward with her big watery eyes. An old man was selling candied haws.
Situ Yue swallowed quietly.
Then he tugged on Tang Ming's sleeves with some embarrassment and pointed at the candied haws with his little finger.
"You want to eat this?"
Tang Ming asked with a smile.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey."
Situ Yue nodded excitedly, then lowered her head in frustration, saying in sign language with her little hands that she had no money, so she could owe it first and would pay it back when her family came to find her.
The way she was swallowing and gesturing at the same time was really cute.
"There's no need to be so outspoken. Go ahead and I'll pay you."
Tang Ming rubbed the little girl's head, then took out a banknote and handed it over.
Situ Yue's beautiful eyes lit up, she held the banknotes in her pink hands, and ran towards that direction.
Because the distance was not far, Tang Ming did not go there and continued to look up at the vast literary atmosphere in the distance.
In his hand, at some point, a brush full of ancient charm appeared.
At the beginning, he taught Fan Zhongtian the essence of transforming into mortals.
In exchange, Fan Zhongtian also gave Tang Ming a writing brush, saying that it was the writing brush of the previous master of the Confucius Temple. With it, he could go in and observe the Confucian inscriptions, and let Ziri go in and perfect his spiritual wisdom.
at this time.
There was movement behind me.
"Get out of the way."
"Don't block the way, a big shot will come later."
"Everyone spread out."
A dozen burly men, wearing black clothes and sunglasses, rushed over and drove away all the tourists around the gate leading to the Confucius Temple.
As for the small vendors, they were all driven away.