Gong Cheng covered his face in pain.
"What can I do now as a useless person!"
Guer grabbed his shoulders and said seriously: "If you think you are a useless person, then you really are a useless person! Yunchi, look at me - listen, there are still things you can do There are many, many, many, many, many, many, many. Don’t underestimate yourself!”
Guer forced Gong Cheng to look into his eyes.
The sonorous and powerful voice seemed to have a bit of bewitching power, penetrating Gong Cheng's eardrums and imprinting itself into his mind until his emotions gradually stabilized.
Gong Cheng's hands hanging on his knees gradually clenched tightly, exerting force, and his finger joints turned blue and white, making a slight "click" sound.
Guer said: "Why don't you come and help me."
Gong Cheng seemed to hear something terrible. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Guer. After a while, his lips trembled and he said: "Wengzhi, you——"
Guer swept his eyebrows and hesitated, then said firmly: "Yes, that's what I mean! Yunchi, you and I have known each other for many years, and you should know my embarrassing position. The battle between the royal families in the Northern Desert is no less cruel than that of the Central Plains countries, and there are even some Nothing worse than that.”
Gong Chengcheng said humbly: "Of course I know..."
It was precisely because he knew that he took care of Weng Zhi many times.
Guer struck while the iron was hot: "I have been pushed out to be a hostage for so many years. Who knows the various sufferings? If the Xin State is still there, it is okay for me to continue to be a proton with peace of mind. But now that the Geng State has won, there is no point for me to stay. Return to Nor is the Northern Desert..."
Gong Cheng: "Why can't you go back?"
Guer said: "Which one of my brothers is the good one? They themselves are so mad at killing each other, how about adding me to divide their power and position? They are probably the first to look forward to my death! So - Yunchi , I really need your help now."
Gong Cheng was shocked and hesitated: "But..."
"Yunchi! You and I have known each other for so many years, and you know my temperament best. If my brothers are allowed to take charge of the Northern Desert, they will never be soft on the neighboring countries and the people of the neighboring countries. They will burn, kill and rob. Nothing is lost, but I am different!"
The last sentence struck a chord in Gong Cheng's heart.
Guer pointed three fingers to the sky and swore a poisonous oath word for word: "If you violate the oath, my brother Tude will be punished by God and his body will be wiped out!"
He said that his real name in the Northern Desert was "Brother Tude" instead of the name he took in the Central Plains, "Wu Yuan, Zi Weng Zhi", which shows how solemn he was about his oath. Gong Cheng was also shocked by his resolute attitude. After a while, he slowly uttered: "Why did you swear such a poisonous oath?"
Guer, also known as Wu Yuan, smiled bitterly and said: "As long as the oath remains true, no matter how vicious he is, I have a clear conscience anyway, right?"
Gong Cheng closed his eyes, and his temples twitched from time to time, which showed the struggle and pain in his heart at this time.
He has no obstacles in making friends with Wu Yuan.
However, assisting Wu Yuan in controlling the Northern Desert...
Let's put it this way, the Northern Desert and the Geng Kingdom are both the same. The latter, led by Zheng Qiao, massacred, burned, killed and looted the people of the Xin Kingdom. As soon as the rice harvest season came in the Northern Desert, they gathered troops to harass the small countries bordering it. border, looting food and women and fleeing.
Fundamentally there is not much difference.
but--
It might be different if Weng Shang ascended the throne.
Seeing Gong Cheng's brows gradually relaxing as he made up his mind, Gu Chi knew his choice and curled his lips at an angle where no one noticed - people who believe in poisonous oaths will naturally believe it, but those who don't believe it will People are nothing but tasteless nonsense.
Bang!
The wooden sword in Zhai Le's hand was knocked away by Shen Tang, and it firmly penetrated the wooden door. It was able to "penetrate three points into the wood." He screamed in pain: "That's all, I won't compete with you anymore! I've never seen anyone like you. "
He didn't need to look at his wrist to know that it was going to swell.
Shen Tang performed a beautiful sword show, holding the sword on his back.
She screamed strangely: "What's wrong with me?"
Zhai Le: "You are a narrow-minded and cunning person!"
Shen Tang: "..."
Zhai Le seemed to have grasped the "handle" and said confidently: "Your swordsmanship was unorganized before, and you are not as good as me. You fought back and forth in just a few times. Isn't this intentional? You gave me a few rounds first. , while I was complacent and relaxed, I suddenly increased my offensive..."
The more he talked, the more he felt his guess was correct.
Although Zhai Le doesn't use swords often and always thinks that his swordsmanship is just mediocre, it depends on who he compares with. If you compete with everyone in swordsmanship, you will definitely be pushed to the ground and rubbed, but if you compete with novices, you will naturally explode fish ponds and kill indiscriminately! Shen Tang is the newbie.
Different from his fierce swordsmanship when he was drunk that night, Brother Shen's swordsmanship under normal conditions is quite immature, and he only relies on his speed and that strange power to bully the weak. But Zhai Le himself is a seventh-class public doctor, and Shen Tang's speed and strength do not have any advantage.
In the absence of advantages, disadvantages are naturally more obvious.
result--
After a few games, Brother Shen's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.
Perfectly replicate his swordsmanship to deal with him.
This, this, this beaver?
This is so unreasonable!
The only explanation is that Brother Shen is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
So Zhai Le became more and more aggrieved as he was beaten. He was being teased!
Seeing Zhai Le's accusing expression, Shen Tang laughed loudly and said narcissistically: "Why don't you believe that I am strong when I meet the strong, with extraordinary talents, excellent bones, and a martial arts wizard who meets me once in a century?"
Zhai Le snorted: "What kind of literary spirit do you have this talent for?"
It's still a ninth-level text.
Looking at these conditions, it is obvious that martial arts has a better future.
Shen Tang: "..."
How does she know this?
Besides, the otaku girl can lie down but never sit, sit but never stand, stand but never squat, and squat but never walk. The number of steps on WeChat remains in three digits all year round, and rarely exceeds a thousand. Compared with Wu Gu, who needs hard training to improve, Wen Xin is more relaxed.
Well, that must be the reason.
Shen Tang was stubborn: "Of course it's because I like challenges. I use my shortcomings to challenge other people's strong points. It sounds very inspiring."
Zhai Le, who was suspected of being provoked, said: "..."
He almost exploded and jumped up on the spot.
He pulled out his long sword and pointed it at Shen Tang with a fierce look.
"Come again!"
Because Shen Tang was a scribe, Zhai Le did not use any courage from beginning to end and only relied on his physical strength to fight with him. What's terrible is that Shen Tang made rapid progress, and in the end, he could knock away his wooden sword with three moves, and the blade was placed across his neck. This would be lifeless in actual combat.
"Are you coming yet?"
Zhai Le gritted his teeth: "Come!"
The results are of course gratifying.
Shen Tang's sword was more than five times faster than the initial speed. Even with excellent eyesight like Zhai Le, he could only capture the afterimage left by the sword's edge.
"Swordsmanship is not my strong point, let's compete with others."
Shen Tang asked: "Compared to what?"
Zhai Le: "Move rocks!"
The corners of Shen Tang's mouth twitched, showing some resistance.
"Moving rocks?"
"This is how I practice in the martial arts field at home,"
In fact, lifting a big cauldron will do.
But where is the tripod in the farmhouse for them to play with?
When Qi Shan and the other two people came out of the house after talking happily, the two of them stacked stones on one side of the courtyard and moved them from one end to the other. At first, I moved while standing, and then I changed to doing it upside down and holding it between my legs. Not only the weight and quantity of moving stones, but also the speed of handstand.
Qishan: "..."
Chu Yao: "..."
Zhai Le’s cousin Zhai Huan: “…”
For a moment, the same thought came to the three of them——
[Such a stupid person must not be from my family. 】
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