Wu Gen put down the chili pepper in his hand and withdrew his mind from the chessboard with a pale face. Unknowingly, he and Hu Jia had been fighting for seven days.
This is because the time in the chessboard is not synchronized with the real world. Otherwise, the two of them would not be able to stay here for a year and a half before deciding the winner.
In the past seven days, although I had taken a beast pill, I was not very hungry, but sleepiness was unavoidable. As a last resort, Wu Gen could only rely on these peppers to stay refreshed.
Hu Jia also woke up, looking a little ugly, and took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth. Seven days of sleepless fighting were extremely taxing on his mind. Thanks to some refreshing pills given by the master of the hospital, he finally managed to survive.
He raised his head and glanced at Wu Gen. He was about to say something for the occasion, but the other person had already tilted his head and was snoring loudly. Hu Jia smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling that he had not lost unfairly. Wu Gen used his troops in an eclectic way, using various methods, being irregular, and not following the rules. He could be regarded as winning by his own ability.
He held the chessboard with his hand and tried to get up, but his eyes blurred and he fell asleep.
During the game, the people outside the field came and went, but Nangong Ping and Luo Bing came to watch the game every day. Seeing the end of the battle, Luo Bing arrogantly laughed with his arms akimbo, "Nangong Ping, where is the mountain gate? Haha, I'm going to carry the mountain gate."
Nangong Ping smiled nonchalantly and said, "I'll just lend it to you for a few days and then take it back after a while."
"What a beautiful idea." Luo Bing flipped up her hair and walked towards Taichung proudly. Looking at the pile of chili peppers next to Wu Gen, I couldn't help but feel a pain in my mouth. This kid can really eat it, and I wonder if I should give him some hemorrhoid medicine.
Xia Houzhong waved to two students from the Shenwu Academy to lift Wu Gen up, his eyes filled with relief. After seven days of fierce fighting, the mountain gate was finally recaptured, and the depression of the past six months was gone.
When passing by a group of students from Shaoyang Academy, Luo Bing held her head high and looked around with high spirits.
"The Battle of the Dead King, so what if we win." Someone in the crowd muttered in a low voice. There are a lot of fights between the two houses on weekdays, so naturally some people will be dissatisfied.
Luo Bing glanced around arrogantly, "As long as the country is here, the emperor will die. At worst, we will establish another one." As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent. This was a bit too rebellious. , making people unable to speak.
Xia Houzhong frowned. The master of his own courtyard was really talking too freely. If someone deliberately used this as an attack, I'm afraid there would be another disturbance in the courtyard. Over the years, I have wiped the butt of this hospital master many times, but he still goes his own way. Oh, that's annoying.
"Although the leader of the country has fallen, the country still exists and the food is endless. There is nothing to criticize in this battle." There was a lot of discussion.
Luo Bing walked to the mountain gate and pulled out the thick pillars of the mountain gate with force. He called two students from the Shenwu Academy who came after hearing the inquiry and carried the mountain gate away arrogantly. As for the three characters "Shaoyang Yuan" above, scratch them out and rewrite them with the name of your own hospital.
Wu Gen slept for three days in a row before he recovered. As soon as he opened his eyes, a familiar big face was wandering in front of him. It took him a long time to think about it before he remembered who it was. It was Zhang Rong who was smashed into the ground by him that day.
He grabbed the opponent's lapel and said, "How dare you, thief, sneak up here while I'm sleeping." It's not that I'm afraid that the other party has any bad intentions. The Mopan Dafa has been used freely at this time, and with the slim-waisted slave watching, I'm really not afraid. Someone secretly attacked. It's just that when I opened my eyes and saw this ugly face, I felt a little disgusted.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Zhang Rong struggled for a long time to break free from Wu Gen's hands, "The master of the hospital asked us to take turns taking care of you. Now you are a famous person in the hospital, and the brothers and sisters all admire you."
After figuring out the whole story, Wu Gen fell heavily on the bed again. This time I barely managed to win against Hu Jia, but my mind was already extremely haggard. On weekdays, every student is not allowed to bring a slave, even the nobles are no exception. However, he had made great contributions to the Shenwu Academy, so he deserved to enjoy himself, so he said sadly: "Brother, can you pour some water?"
"There is nothing wrong with me." Zhang Rong replied quickly, not minding that he, as a nobleman, was serving a middle-aged man.
Zhang Rong came over with a full cup of tea, and there were two unbrewed tea stems dangling on the water. It is estimated that he has never done such a job since he was a child, and even the rules of tea, seven drinks, and ten
do not know.
Lifting half of his body, he took a sip and sprayed it all on Zhang Rong's face. Light yellow tea flowed down the corners of his eyes, and a tea leaf was still hanging on his eyebrows.
"You want to burn me to death." Wu Gen cried out in pain.
Zhang Rong was stunned and put a finger into the water. "It's not hot, look." He didn't dislike it, opened his mouth and drank the remaining tea.
Wu Gen still didn't believe it. He jumped up and ran to the table. He reached out and touched the pot, and his face was startled. The water was not hot at all. He picked up the pot and took a sip from the spout, "Hot, hot, hot." There was a stinging pain in his mouth, and he jumped in front of the table in pain.
Zhang Rong scratched his head and said, "Junior brother, I'm afraid you have a sore in your mouth. I brought this water directly from the well, so it's definitely not hot."
"Wasn't the water boiling?" Wu Gen turned his head suddenly.
"How to burn it?" Zhang Rong looked confused.
Wu Gen was speechless for a moment, "How do you make tea on weekdays?"
"Just pour some water into the pot and throw in some tea leaves." Zhang Rong said with an innocent look on his face.
Bang, Wu Gen covered his face, secretly glad that he woke up earlier. Thanks to Luo Bing's thinking, it would be strange to let Zhang Rong, a man like Zhang Rong who has not known the difficulties of farming since he was a child and has not heard about the hard work of villains, take care of himself and not torment himself to death.
But think about it, Zhang Rong was born in a noble family, and all these trivial tasks were completed by servants. Where did he come from? I heard that the princes and princesses in the palace can't even use chopsticks.
Thinking of this, Wu Gen smiled and said softly, "Senior brother, seeing that you have been tired for many days, you might as well switch to someone else."
Zhang Rong rubbed his neck and said loudly: "Junior brother, what are you talking about? You are so dedicated to the hospital, I am just helping to watch you, there is no need to work hard. Don't worry, I am enough."
Wu Gen was stunned for a moment, recalling the scene when he woke up, "Have you been looking at me these days, literally?"
Zhang Rong slapped his chest and said with a proud look on his face, "Yes, I just sit in front of the bed and watch you every day. This is the order of the hospital master."
Wu Gen thought about this big furry face, and Tiantian Maimai sat affectionately in front of the bed, staring at himself motionlessly. This feeling...
"Zhang...Senior Brother Zhang, my health is indeed not in serious condition. Please ask Senior Brother to come back." Wu Gen tried to persuade him in a gentle voice, enduring the cold.
"How can that happen? Junior brother just woke up and there is no one around him." Zhang Rong still refused to give up.
"Senior brother, how did you get to Shenwu Academy?" Wu Gen really doubted whether this person was beaten stupid by him.
"My father asked me to come. I didn't want to come. I came here with a whip." Zhang Rong said confidently.
"Oh, senior brother, I suddenly realized that I also need a whip."
"Why."
"I'll beat you up. If you don't leave, I'll beat you to death."
"Oh, okay, I'll go then." Zhang Yuan walked out of the house with his head hanging down. One foot had already stepped out of the threshold, and he leaned back, "Junior brother, I'm afraid you won't have anyone to help you when I leave. How about I ask Ruyu to come over and serve you."
"Ruyu?" When Wu Gen heard this, his eyebrows moved. He heard that she was a beautiful little lady, and said with a wide smile, "I wonder which senior sister this is."
"Oh, he's the one who saw you off that day and delivered the wine."
"Go away, I'm in good health." When he thought of that tall, thick, muscular woman, the fire that had just aroused in Wu Gen's heart suddenly died out. No matter what, are there any normal people in this Shenwu Academy?
Outside the yard, Zhang Rong changed his infatuated expression and wiped the tea stains on his face, "Young man, you still want grandpa to serve you. That's a nice idea."
After Zhang Rong left, Wu Gen looked at his mouth in the mirror and found that it was full of large and small blisters. It hurt even if he touched it with cold water. It's no wonder that after seven consecutive days of fighting, I ate a lot of chili peppers, and the fierce battle was very angry, so it's strange that I didn't get blisters.
Since retaking the mountain gate this time, Wu Gen has attracted a lot of kind looks while walking in the courtyard, and no one even mentions that he lives in the A-shaped courtyard. After all, everyone respects the strong and despises the weak. As long as you show strength that far exceeds that of others, you will naturally win the respect of others. Junqu Pavilion
Life in the Shenwu Academy was boring and orderly. Every day, Wu Gen practiced martial arts with a group of fellow disciples, trained his body, and studied the collection of military books. He was very busy. There is only one thing. Compared with others, Xia Houzhong opened a separate school of Confucian classics for Wu Gen. What he taught was all about kings and ministers, fathers and sons, loyalty, filial piety, kindness, respect for the virtuous and music, and so on. Xia Houzhong himself taught the class, which was the only one in the academy.
After a game of chess, both Luo Bing and Xia Houzhong realized that Wu Gen was a man without rules or rules. It would be fine if this kind of person didn't have some ability, but looking at what Wu Gen did, it didn't look like he had any ability.
In this case, it is a bit scary. If such a person goes astray, he will bring chaos to Zhao State, and there is no way he will implicate the Shenwu Academy in the future. Even a casual person like Luo Bing recognized Xia Houzhong's approach and agreed to give Wu Gen E some moral education.
Every day, you don't have to practice Kung Fu or read books, but you have to submit a moral article, which must be no less than 3,000 words. The topic on the first day is On the Importance of Virtue.
Now Wu Gen was complaining incessantly. It was more uncomfortable than killing him, and he almost had the idea of playing truant. If Zhu Qianhua hadn't been waiting for Guiyuan Sect, Wu Gen would have thrown a bunch of scriptures in Xia Houzhong's face.
On this day, Wu Gen was holding hands with Qi He on the school field, and a circle of newcomers beside him were carrying their senior brothers for running exercises. This is the rule of Shenwu Academy, and every newcomer must complete the course in the first year.
Ever since a senior brother who did not believe in evil fell off the wooden plank Wu Gen was carrying and broke his leg, no one dared to use Wu Gen anymore. Xia Houzhong saw one of them wandering around the field with his hands behind his back. He was really bored, so he asked Qihe to come over and spar with him, trying to make it look like he was practicing so as not to let others gossip.
Qi He was as diligent and hard-working as ever, and he was not at all perfunctory in his fight with Wu Gen. He has good skills and has already entered the third realm, which is among the top among the students of the entire Shenwu Academy. If he didn't have such a foundation, how could a commoner be promoted to a middle-aged man, and how could he go to the Shenwu Academy. In the eyes of others, this is like a child in another family.
But even so, he is still neither arrogant nor impatient. He repairs diligently every day. He only wears a hospital uniform and a pair of straw sandals all year round. He is extremely harsh on himself. When the brothers and sisters need to go down the mountain to run errands, they often find Qihe and pay him some errand fees, so Qihe can make some money every month. And all the money was sent back home by him.
Xia Houzhong asked Qi He to accompany Wu Gen. In essence, he hoped that under the influence of his ears and eyes, Wu Gen would be less gangster and more upright.
While the two were holding hands, Wu Gen suddenly caught a glimpse of two people coming up the mountain road. Both of them had met before. One of them was Hu Jia, and the other was the woman who blocked him at the door when he went to challenge Shaoyang Academy that day.
What were these two people doing here? In a moment of distraction, they punched Wu Gen in one blow, hitting Wu Gen in the face. Wu Gen was hit and flew out.
Qi He was shocked when he saw this and quickly ran over to help. But as soon as he walked in front of Wu Gen, a black shadow suddenly fell next to Wu Gen. His fat waist squeezed and knocked Qi He of the Three Realms aside.
