Life is so dull, if you don't accept it, you have to do it.
Among Cheng Daqian's few creeds, this statement ranks first.
When Cheng Xi heard cheers and cheers coming from behind the ancestral hall, the master had already fought with Song Zhi.
"Little brother, great job, I like your energy!"
Cheng Daqian laughed heartily, but he never let go of his long legs on the stone, and his body was very relaxed.
Obviously, he did not regard the young man in front of him who wanted to meet him for a while as a real opponent.
Without him, Song Zhi is too pure and wise.
Not only is the young man handsome, he is also very slender and thin. At first glance, someone might have thought he was a young man from an aristocratic family.
The only thing that made Cheng Daqian's eyes shine was his pair of starry eyes, with a familiar fighting spirit and curiosity.
A person with such eyes must be a magnanimous gentleman.
For this reason, he also wanted to show some face, not to mention that it was Jiang Huowei who brought him, which was related to national affairs.
Song Zhi here was also very happy to hear the hearty laughter, and suddenly felt that the "master" was very appealing to him.
He swung the spear back and forth and put it in front of his chest, making a sly salute, "Senior, please give me some advice!"
Full of fighting spirit.
The two sides seemed to be getting along extremely harmoniously.
Little did he know that the people around him, including the escorts and patrols, all took a few steps back in order to reach a safe area, with very strange expressions on their faces.
Some people even gave the "skinny" Song Zhi a look of pity.
"The last time the bodyguard praised someone for being aggressive, it was the head of Qingshan Village."
"Yeah, every time Brother Daqian says this, he won't be merciful. I hope this kid won't lose too badly."
"Anyone who fights against him will be miserable."
"Tsk, this little brother is going to suffer!"
Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi walked up to the crowd and saw that the two people in the martial arts training ground were already looking at each other.
Song Zhi stood tall and straight, holding a red tassel spear in his right hand. The sharp tip of the spear shone brightly in the sunlight, making it obvious at first sight that it was extraordinary.
Cheng Daqian stood on the other side holding a long knife, with a bit more expectation and surprise in his eyes.
"Good boy, you are very brave. It has been a long time since anyone dared to look at me for so long."
Song Zhi held the spear tightly with his right hand, not daring to be careless at all.
This man is stronger than he imagined!
"Senior, I'm offended!"
He wants to take the initiative with offense.
As soon as Song Zhi finished speaking, he stabbed the opponent with the red tassel gun in his hand, with overwhelming force!
The two figures locked hands instantly.
The crowd of spectators around them gradually became serious from the initial indifference.
"It turns out that this kid is not only good-looking, but also has strong martial arts skills, right?"
"What do you mean by not being weak? He is obviously much stronger than us, okay!"
"Hiss—he's still a master..."
Cheng Xi saw it with great interest, "Is he from the army? Is he the captain responsible for escorting the relief food?"
There is a big difference between soldiers and ordinary people. Others may not be able to tell the difference, but she can still tell the difference.
Song Zhi has an aura of iron-blooded killing and decisiveness that can only be experienced on the battlefield. In addition, his eyes are too righteous.
He was exactly the same as the instructor who taught her how to fight back then.
Shen Xingluo nodded slightly, "Song Zhi, a lieutenant colonel in the army, is from the Song family in the capital."
She subconsciously turned her head to look at him, and met those deep black eyes.
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There’s no need to go into such detail. Are you not going to hide it at all?
The trial game turned into a showdown game in a second. The surprise came so suddenly. She was the one who couldn't resist it first?
cant!
You will never lose if you lose!
Cheng Xi smiled, the pear pit on his cheek was very obvious, "In your husband's eyes, does everyone have a piece of transparent paper above their head, with a person's name, identity and origin listed on it?"
Shen Xingluo's pupils narrowed, and his personal information in the plane mall suddenly appeared in his mind.
From the name to the skills displayed clearly.
[Host, you called me? 】
[Hey, 666 thought you had completely forgotten about me during this period of time...]
Shen Xingluo twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly cut off the connection with the system without replying a word.
But Cheng Xi's words still went back and forth in his mind.
A completely different personality from the past, with crisp and no-frills killing moves, and some unexplainable "grocery store" products.
And, the joke that just seemed to fit so well
Cheng Xi, who was beside him, naturally noticed the change in his eyes and was confused.
Wait, why doesn’t that look look right?
It’s not that it’s not quite right, it’s very, very wrong!
"Good! Good skill!"
"The little brother is awesome, beat him!"
The cheering voices around them became louder and louder, and the reactions became more and more intense, which brought the two of them back to testing each other again.
When Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi turned their attention to the martial arts training ground again, the battle between the two had reached a critical moment.
Facing Song Zhi's increasingly powerful offensive, Cheng Daqian no longer focused entirely on defense, and the long sword in his hand also moved towards the opponent.
Song Zhi was lucky enough to use Hongying Gun to take the blow, but he completely underestimated the opponent's incredible strength.
"throat--"
A dull groan sounded. Song Zhi knelt down on one knee, his hands holding the red tassel gun trembling, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his handsome face.
"What a good boy, you can actually take a stab at me!"
Cheng Daqian put away his sword, and this battle made him feel very happy.
Song Zhi stood up with a wry smile on his face, "I lost."
He finally knew why Shenjia Village was like what it was today.
Jiang Huwei was right, there were experts in this village.
One person can defeat ten thousand armies!
The way the patrol looked at Song Zhi was completely different.
"Hey! This little brother is really good at fighting!"
"He has good skills and good internal strength. He is better than us."
"Speaking of which, he is the first person who has not been beaten to a black and blue face by Brother Dagan, right?"
"No, we have made this friend!"
Jiang Huwei stood on one side and scratched his hair with his paws in confusion when he saw Song Zhi's expression was both decadent and a little excited.
Are you happy or unhappy?
It turns out that in this world, it is not only difficult to guess the thoughts of the adults in his family, but also the captain who was born in the military camp.
The arrival of Song Zhi made Shenjiacun a lot more active.
However, the happiest thing was not seeing his powerful patrol team, but the aunts who had not made any progress for a long time.
Ever since Song Zhi walked around the village after chatting with Mr. Jiang, he was completely impressed by his outstanding appearance and extraordinary skills. Wherever he went, there were aunts who wanted to match him.
The parties concerned can only try to reduce their sense of existence as much as possible, and come and go in the dark every time.
"How shameless is he?"
Cheng Xi laughed, "Mr. Jiang is really very patient, but maybe Zhou Lesong can't sit still?"
Shen Xingluo: Do you think it’s a confession bureau?
No, in fact it is still a trial bureau.
(End of chapter)
