"Take me to see Gao Cheng."
Gao Cheng is a well-proportioned young man, about thirty years old, with a resolute face and a strong outline. His slender red eyes look a bit strange on such a face.
"I'm Chu Xiang."
Glancing at it, Gao Cheng said: "Follow me."
Following Gao Cheng, we entered a barracks, which contained various electronic facilities, mostly for communications.
After verifying his fingerprints and confirming his identity, Gao Cheng stood at attention and saluted: "Welcome, instructor, Gao Cheng reports to you."
"Take a break." Chu Xiang nodded.
"Do what you should do, and let me walk around and get to know you first."
"yes."
The figure with hands behind his hands had just left the tent when a gust of cold wind suddenly blew by. The hair on Gao Cheng's body stood on end, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast, and his energy was involuntarily pushed to the limit.
The tidal pressure slowly went away, and Gao Cheng was already soaked. He looked at Lei Ming next to him and found that Lei Ming was also covered in cold sweat.
"Lao Gao, is it a good thing or a bad thing to have an instructor like this?" Lei Ming said with a wry smile.
"This is a purgatory for building strong men."
This valley is indeed like purgatory. When Chu Xiang walked through it, it became even more like purgatory. The silent figures coming and going were like Hades patrolling the world. Every time they appeared, the people nearby would be frightened and chilled all over. If they were stared at It's like a thorn in the back.
In addition to combat training, the valley camp also has a complete medical system and a simple education system. It provides regular guidance on life skills, Jianghu experience, etc. Every once in a while, it will organize videos of masters fighting and have instructors explain it. The camp does not treat these women as women at all. During the brutal training, they often arrange physical examinations to ensure that they are healthy and have intact fertility.
In two days, all three hundred classes experienced the feeling of being looked down upon by a ferocious beast, as if they had taken turns traveling to hell. Chu Xiang was originally worried that these women would not be able to withstand such heavy pressure, but later found that such worries were a bit unnecessary. These women in training uniforms could no longer be called women. It would be more appropriate to call them tigresses. They all looked fierce and taciturn. , eyes like wild beasts, eating raw meat and chewing ice and snow is a piece of cake.
What surprised Chu Xiang was that the military specially compiled a set of teaching books, ranging from the most basic physical training to the use of various weapons, including Shaolin sticks, Wudang swords, Xingyi spears, Bagua knives, etc., as well as Some of the outer weapons are extremely miscellaneous.
"Gao Cheng, call half of the instructors to gather at seven o'clock tomorrow." On the third day after arriving at the camp, Chu Xiang finally issued the first order.
At seven o'clock sharp, 350 instructors stood upright in ankle-deep snow, like 350 strong pines, unmoving in the wind and unshakable in the snow.
"Military Body Fist." After glancing at the crowd, Chu Xiang said, the aura from his body suddenly dissipated, and the evil aura soared into the sky.
The three hundred and fifty instructors quickly dispersed. Their moves that were so skillful in the past seemed to be sloppy. Their steps were no longer as steady as they used to be. They kicked up snow, their breaths were confused, and they broke out in cold sweat.
Chu Xiang walked into the middle of the crowd, and dozens of people around him suddenly felt like they were in the mouth of a tiger. The two groups were fighting, and their faces were ashen.
"start."
Thunder exploded, no matter how far or near, the sound was of the same size, murderous aura surged, as if the god of murder came to the world, like an abyss or prison.
drink!
There were three hundred and fifty shouts, but they were uneven and lacked energy. Half of the people's movements were distorted and crooked in the first movement, like a drunken man.
"Start all over again."
"start."
…
"If you can't practice well, just keep practicing until I'm satisfied." The plain voice made the three hundred and fifty people sweat profusely.
After five hours, 350 people were finally able to finish the army's physical fist fight.
"Return to the team each other, and replace each other with the other half."
The same situation happened again. After two waves of instructors practiced military boxing, a day passed.
After the first experience, Chu Xiang went out the next day with a book of Bagua Sword Technique. There was a group of people training on the hillside, and the swords were flashing. Chu Xiang walked to the hillside, and the instructor leading the training quickly stood at attention and saluted.
"Gather together to practice the sword skills you teach." Chu Xiang said, his murderous intent released. Except for the two instructors who were still able to remain calm, the other thirty people's faces turned pale and their two sides trembled.
There was no unexpected situation. The thirty people performed the exercise in a disorderly manner, their hands and feet were not in control, and the knives in their hands were shaky.
"Until I'm satisfied." Chu Xiang said, standing aside to watch and figure out the contents of the textbook.
The two instructors were dripping with cold sweat and kept yelling at the students. It looked like curses, but in fact they were emboldening them. They hoped to behave better, otherwise they didn't know how long they would have to practice. Yesterday, it took a group of instructors more than four hours to adapt to this murderous aura. God knows how long it will take for these students who are worse than them to adapt.
Of course, Chu Xiang's requirements for them cannot be the same as for the instructors. If they are the same as for the instructors, three hundred classes will not be enough for a few more months.
An hour later, Chu Xiang asked two instructors to practice his best skills. After the two instructors finished practicing, Chu Xiang left without saying anything. The two instructors looked at each other, sweating profusely, and didn't know whether they were satisfied or dissatisfied. I didn’t dare to ask, I was on tenterhooks.
The other class that was training next to them was for swordsmen. Chu Xiang put away the book in his hand, turned to the instructor who was covered in cold sweat and said: "Go and bring me all the basic skills textbooks."
Feeling uneasy in his heart, Chu Xiangman was dissatisfied with the instructor and ran down the mountain as if he had received an amnesty.
They had already seen the situation in the class on the other side of the knife school. When they saw Chu Xiang approaching, the two instructors could only bravely come forward: "Instructor, Su Dalin/Luo Zhendong, Class 35, please give instructions."
"Assemble and practice the sword skills taught."
"yes."
It was the same situation again, under the heavy pressure of murderous intent, everyone in the drill was swaying and looking awkward. Chu Xiang sat aside, and the instructor who went to get the books brought more than twenty books. Chu Xiang took the swordsmanship book and looked at it to compare the movements of everyone's drills.
Carrying more than 20 books, one class every hour, Chu Xiang used whatever book he was practicing to read, and compared it with the students' practice. After the students' practice, they went to the instructor to practice.
For more than ten days, Chu Xiang did nothing but wandered around. Whenever he met any class, he would let them practice together, putting pressure on them with his thick murderous aura, so that they could adapt to how to deal with the enemy under the heavy pressure of the enemy. Three hundred classes took turns visiting each other. It took Chu Xiang fourteen days to do this alone.
After everyone in the three hundred classes experienced Chu Xiang's murderous intent, Chu Xiang visited them one by one again, observed their body, eyes, and moves, recorded their experiences and improvements, and handed them over to the instructor team for sorting and summarizing, and based on each class's Personal characteristics are re-allocated, and those suitable for learning swordsmanship are assigned to instructors with excellent swordsmanship, and those suitable for learning swordsmanship are assigned instructors with advanced swordsmanship. What is suitable for each person to learn, and what is suitable for teaching each person, corresponds one to one, in order to achieve the best Effect.
It took him a month to barely finish three simple things. He watched many people practice countless times and integrated the best of hundreds of schools of thought into one. When guiding others, Chu Xiang also gained a deeper understanding of the body, eyes, hands, and steps. .
He came quietly and left quietly until Chu Xiang left. None of the students in the valley knew Chu Xiang's name, and no one had ever seen him take action. They only knew that every time he appeared, he was accompanied by a strong murderous aura. .
After talking to Gao Cheng, Chu Xiang walked out of the valley. Song Ming seemed to avoid Chu Xiang intentionally. When Chu Xiang left, Song Ming did not show up and there was no phone call.
Song Xiaoting's phone was still turned off. Chu Xiang stood at the hidden entrance of the base where he usually sent Song Xiaoting back. After staying there for a long time, no one paid attention to him. Chu Xiang became angry, grabbed a stone weighing a thousand kilograms and threw it next to the entrance, covering the entire mountain. The wall was shaken by the smashing.
After a while, there was still no movement. Chu Xiang grabbed a bigger stone and aimed it at the entrance of the base. Just as he was about to smash it down, a loudspeaker hidden somewhere sounded: "Stop."
Being blocked by the huge stone, Chu Xiang didn't know if he could see himself inside, so he grabbed the stone and shook it from side to side.
Chu Xiang was about to hit him again when an angry voice sounded: "Chu Xiang, what are you doing?"
Song Xiaoting's voice.
"Come out." Chu Xiang called.
The loudspeaker went silent, Chu Xiang threw down the boulder, sat on the stone and waited quietly.
Ten minutes later, the entrance opened, and Song Xiaoting's figure appeared at the door.
Chu Xiang chuckled, rushed to the entrance with lightning speed, picked up Song Xiaoting from the waist, and left quickly.
"What are you doing?" Song Xiaoting was extremely angry.
"Fuck you." Chu Xiang said harshly in Song Xiaoting's ear.
"You...you go to hell." Song Xiaoting was extremely angry. She raised her hand fiercely and wanted to slap Chu Xiang on the face. Halfway through, she finally couldn't bear it and punched Chu Xiang in the back.
Chu Xiang really wanted to do it. He hadn’t touched a woman for almost three months. He had been tempted repeatedly when he was in Japan. The nine thousand women in the valley camp made Chu Xiang even more eager to do it. Although the nine thousand women looked fierce, they were not as beautiful as their figures. She is considered a beauty in terms of appearance, and even the gods could not bear it when she was surrounded by nine thousand beauties for a month.
Those instructors are not gods. Their basic compensation for teaching in the valley is one woman per person. If Chu Xiang wants to, I believe there will be many women willing to throw themselves into his arms. As the person in charge, Chu Xiang can completely cover the sky with one hand and do whatever he wants.
"Are you crazy?" Song Xiaoting bit Chu Xiang's arm hard.
"After working as an instructor in Camp No. 3 for a month, I feel like a eunuch."
Song Xiaoting knew about Camp No. 3. Song Ming sent her there for training in the first place. She glared at Chu Xiang and said, "Who told you to act so recklessly?"
"Yes, I just acted randomly." Chu Xiang's hands began to act randomly.
"What are you doing? This place is still within the surveillance range of the base." Song Xiaoting was extremely embarrassed and angry.
"Okay, then I'll endure it a little longer." Chu Xiang chuckled.
Far away from the surveillance range of the base and finding a clean and hidden place, Chu Xiang couldn't bear it any longer and picked up his gun and mounted his horse.
A breakup is better than a newlywed, and love can't be controlled. Song Xiaoting couldn't resist teasing, and she took the initiative to get entangled like an octopus without being touched by Chu Xiang a few times.
The passion that had been held in for three months was released, and the two of them were in love with each other. After several warm breezes, they stopped fighting and rested in each other's arms.
"A lustful man lusts after a woman, the heaven and the earth are covered, the yin and yang intercourse, how wonderful is this pleasure." Chu Xiang played with the body in his arms proudly.
"A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory." Song Xiaoting pinched Chu Xiang's waist hard.
"No." Chu Xiang chuckled.
"Is there anything going on at the base recently?" Chu Xiang put his chin on Song Xiaoting's head and rubbed her hair.
"What can happen?" Song Xiaoting said angrily.
"Where's your brother?"
"I don't know what I'm busy with every day, and I haven't seen anyone." Song Xiaoting said with a hum.
"How many days will you play before you go back?"
"No." Song Xiaoting said flatly.
Chu Xiang was stunned: "Why?"
"Because you're a bad guy."
"Yes, I'm a bad guy." Chu Xiang chuckled and said, "I'll go to Wucheng with you to watch the martial arts competition."
"What's there to see?" Song Xiaoting left a tooth mark on Chu Xiang's chest.
"Of course not as good-looking as you."
"How about one more time?" Feeling that something was about to move down there, Chu Xiang touched his breasts and kneaded them.
"You are seeking death." Song Xiaoting said angrily.
"Death under the peony flowers, it is also romantic to be a ghost." Chu Xiang supported the beauty's waist, straightened her waist, and started exercising again.
