A group of people came to Musashi Pavilion to purchase goods!
"Okay, you open your mind and I'll pay for it."
In addition to the martial arts allocated by the academy, the martial arts in Musashi Pavilion can also be purchased with gold coins. After all, if you have money, you can make the ghost push you, but if you don't have the money, the ghost can push you.
"That's good, Daqing. Let's go directly to the third floor."
The third floor is a place where only wood-level teachers and first-class disciples are qualified to go. Ordinary disciples can only be led by teachers, and can only stay for one stick of incense at most, which is about forty or fifty minutes.
As if they were rushing to reincarnate, everyone ran upstairs and browsed all the bookshelves.
"This is good, this is good, hey, this is great." The first person who couldn't control it was Lu Dagun, a simple-minded and inexperienced, standard country bumpkin.
"Donkey meat is on fire, you control yourself, what did you choose?"
Kong Mufeng grabbed it and took a look: "Xue Yue Feng Liu Technique, Cornucopia Technique, and Do Nothing Cultivation Technique."
"What the hell is this?" Kong Mufeng complained and threw it out casually, wondering how this kind of book could appear on the third floor.
Kong Mufeng accidentally discovered a book of Kung Fu: the Xuan-level advanced Kung Fu [Drunkard Master Immortal Kung Fu] and the Xuan-level advanced Kung Fu [Happy Drunken Fist] for a total of two thousand gold coins.
"I'll give you this. You have to practice these two within seven days. Don't say you know me, and don't say you were taught by me."
"Okay, by the way, who are you, this stranger?" Lu Dagan was prepared for a rainy day and had already planned to fail.
It takes at least two months to get on the right track with a martial art, and more than a month for ordinary martial arts. This is just a superficial knowledge. In seven days, you can't even learn the basics.
Kong Mufeng ignored it and continued to select martial arts and martial arts for others and assigned them tasks.
"Kid, you don't have independent attack means, but you must at least have the basic ability to protect yourself. So you practice this."
Kong Mufeng rummaged through the box and found a martial arts book: "Fantasy World."
If the power of mind is strong, you can bring your opponent into the world of your own design and do whatever you want in the world. It is a super powerful auxiliary martial skill and a strong means of self-protection.
"You are smarter than Huo Shao. I will give you five days to try to create a world."
Zhuge Ling's face immediately dropped. As soon as Zhuge Ye asked for mercy, he felt something extra in his hand.
"What is this?" Zhuge Zhi had an unpleasant premonition.
"Hey, Xiaobai, how could I forget you as a master? Here, this is a book of powerful attack speed Xuan-level martial arts, called Wind Blade Slash."
"How long?" Zhuge Ye didn't waste any time and directly asked the date of death.
"Hey, seven days. Okay, you can get out."
"Next, Sun Zhilan."
When Sun Zhilan's name was called by the class teacher, she immediately became nervous. She didn't know what tricks Kong Mufeng wanted to play this time.
"Come on, come on, don't be afraid, I'm just giving you homework. Here you go, with the name of the vine, you can use the power of the vine to attack, assist, and heal."
"How...how long." Sun Zhilan was obviously ready to finish.
"Don't worry, it won't be a problem if you can't finish it in half a month." Unexpectedly, Kong Mufeng suddenly became gentle.
"Hey, Kong Fuzi, this is wrong, why does she take so long?" Lu Dagang said in comparison.
"Because she is a woman and you are a man. Are you comparing with him? Why don't you compare your chest muscles with her?"
"Why should a man's time be shorter? A boy's time should be longer." Lu Dagun just muttered, not daring to speak out.
Zhuge Ling also muttered: "Girls are favored over boys, and they are motivated by sex."
"The last one, Xiaohong. Here's this for you."
Kong Mufeng flicked his hand and a martial arts book came out.
I didn't find this from Musashi Pavilion, but bought it from the mall. You can tell by looking at the name. The name of this martial art is: "Death Takeaway"
What does it mean? Death delivery means you will die quickly. Place a death order and you will be sent to meet the King of Hell with a shot as soon as possible.
Focus on speed, power and forceful attack. Catch your opponent by surprise.
"How long?" Yuan Haoke took it and didn't know what these words meant, so he said it casually.
"one day……"
"Pfft..." Yuan Haoke almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
The others suddenly regained their psychological balance. Good guy, do you think Yuan Haoke died too slowly?
"I said Confucius, what did I do wrong that offended you? Can't I just change it?"
"You have offended me for so many reasons. Your cultivation is slow, your combat effectiveness is low, and you are a loser."
As soon as the reason was mentioned, Kong Mufeng felt a lot of blank stares.
Yuan Haoke is the MVP of this academy. He is a loser, so who do these people belong to? If they are not talented enough, they cannot even be considered as human beings?
"Xiaohong, I love you, do you understand?"
"Then you should love others. I am not worthy of your love. Please spare me." Yuan Haoke knelt down before Kong Mufeng. Kong Mufeng grabbed Yuan Haoke's collar and took him out of Musashi Pavilion.
, come to a place where there is no one.
"You...what do you want to do to me?" Yuan Haoke was so scared that he hugged his shoulders. He had long felt that Kong Mufeng seemed to covet his body.
Unexpectedly, Kong Mufeng pressed Yuan Haoke, who was a head taller than himself, against the wall.
"Is this...is this going to happen?" The plot developed a bit fast and strangely.
Unexpectedly, Kong Mufeng said with a serious face: "Do you really think you are the same as others?"
"Um...isn't it different? We're all your apprentices, so do you have special feelings for me?" Yuan Haoke boldly guessed that the face of the nearly two-meter-tall man was redder than that of the little girl.
Kong Mufeng smiled evilly, deliberately brought his face closer and said, "Otherwise, hehe."
"Ah? Why me?"
"Because you are my first time, and I like you very much." Kong Mufeng's face came closer and closer, and he even teased Yuan Haoke's chin with his hand.
"This. This isn't appropriate." Yuan Haoke was too frightened to move. Looking at Kong Mufeng's face, he suddenly had an idea: 'Actually, he is quite handsome.'
Bah, bah, bah, what are you thinking! This is fantasy, not beauty, some weird direction, stop it!
Kong Mufeng slapped Yuan Haoke awake from his spring and autumn dream. "What good thing are you thinking of?"
"Idiot, what do you want to do?" Yuan Haoke covered his face and looked aggrieved.
Kong Mufeng said seriously: "Why are you different from them? Because you are my first disciple and my only direct disciple. Do you understand?"
"don't know."
"It's like, you are my biological son, and they are my nieces and nephews. I usually treat you all equally, but I will have stricter requirements on you and I will have higher expectations of you. Do you understand?"
Yuan Haoke nodded thoughtfully: "I understand, you want to be my father and take advantage of me."
"What the hell...I'll give you one day. In short, your talent cannot be compared with others, it can only be compared with yourself for one second."
After Kong Mufeng finished instilling his thoughts, he retreated directly and went back to the guard room to sleep, waiting to collect his homework.