Chapter 348 The Mission Entering Beijing (seeking subscription)

(The previous chapter has been lifted, you can read it normally)

Eleven years of Yonghe, January 15th, sunny.

Noon, academy, Houshan, martial arts field.

"Ding Ding Ding!" Qi Ping, who was wearing a black dress and a spear dancing in his hand, looked like Youlong.

A spear in his hand was dexterous, pulled out the residual shadow, and repeatedly hit a student in the hands of a student opposite.

The latter retreated again and again, a unstable in his hand, the weapon was picked, and the spinning was cut on the stone pillar of the hall.

"Teach you to play for your life!" The male student quickly sued.

Qi Ping received the gun and smiled:

"This is not good? Well, it is much better than the last time, and the lower market is more stable. You can see that you have done targeted exercises, but the weakness of the upper limbs is insufficient.

Suitable for defense, good at attacking, but once the enemy is brought up by the enemy, 10 % repair is maximum 70 % ... "

He was holding a spear, began to review the discussion of this game, and gave his suggestions.

The marrow washing student listened carefully, chewed, and ended respectfully:

"Students thank you for teaching! Wait for me to practice, and challenge again."

"Get," Qi Ping laughed and cursed: "By the way, you have enough times, go to lead the vitality and liquid yourself."

The male student left joyfully, Qi Ping said casually: "Next!"

At the door of the main hall, He Sheng, who had a white white robe, walked in, followed by Girl Rong behind him, and the latter was carrying a large teapot in his hand, laughing like a flower:

"New roasted tea."

Qi Ping smiled: "Thank you."

Rotating immediately, he glanced at the behind the two in confusion: "No one?"

He Sheng said helplessly: "Otherwise? In the past month, the students have been swept by you."

When saying this, the female gentleman who has always had a tone of ancient well has a complicated look.

One month.

It has been a month since Qi Ping's retreat at the academy, and his performance, and the speed of horror, really fell in her eyes.

At the earliest, Qi Ping was often injured on the martial arts field. After all, he was seized and repaired. He killed the elites of the academy, and the pressure was still great.

I also lost a lot of times. Fortunately, there were a lot of resources rewarded by the emperor, so that he could ban his squander.

He Sheng said to him, there is no need to reward. For the students who have a sparring opportunity, some people will challenge it.

But Qi Ping shook his head:

"Then how many people can come? Since you have to retreat to train, you have to come up with an attitude of not crazy and unsuccessful. Ordinary students can't play a few games a day, but I can, there is no reward, they will not come if they lose more.

"

He Sheng scoffed at this, and the attack explained that you lost more times.

But soon, she couldn't speak. Gain Qiping's progress every day was extremely significant. When he was resting, he would recur every battle in his mind when he was resting.

Where do you do well and why, keep keeping.

Where is the difference, why, how to improve.

And the problems encountered in the day of the day, adjust the "cultural class" at night, find a solution from the book, please explain it.

Then practice in the challenge the next day.

This method is not novel, but in the past, no one has never been so crazy.

Every day, when Qi Ping walked into the old paper building at night, he was paralyzed, his clothes were soaked, and then his eyes were burning. He went to bed late at night.

The body of the supernatural powers allows him to play enough scenes every day. The consciousness of the three realms helps him to learn efficiently.

"If you want to master a skill, aside the factor of talent, what you need is practice, and practice again and again." Qi Ping said:

"I have heard a saying, called 5,000 hours of hour ... Although this number is quite unreasonable, it is not accurate, but it reveals the importance of a lot of exercises."

He Sheng agreed with this.

Then, he witnessed that Qi Ping became strong every day. On the martial arts field, from the beginning of the defeat, to the opening of five and five, to the later, the winning rate continued to increase.

So that it took a month to sweep the entire academy more than once, and no students could defeat him.

The students, from the beginning, scrambled to "brush the resources" after they were scared. Later, they rolled back one by one, so that the words "Houshan Education" were mentioned, so I snoring ...

The shadow of being stunned belongs to it.

He Sheng has never seen such a student, never.

"Huh, unfortunately, this group of people is not perseverance. No one comes. It’ s good to be that one just now.

Qi Ping walked to the sidelines, threw the spear into the weapon frame, picked up a sweat towel and wiped his forehead, and then took the tea from the girl of Rong Rong.

Immediately, wiped the corner of your mouth, said:

"After losing, I also pointed out the weaknesses, how much benefits, I don’t understand cherish."

"..." He Sheng said, he said, saying that you did point to others, but the price was beaten, and you thought that everyone was like you, and he would recover soon after being injured?

"Don't you raise the reward some?" He Sheng seemed to laugh.

Qi Ping shook his head and said, "No, there is no food for the landlord's house."

After supernatural powers, although the dependence on ordinary heavenly treasures has decreased to a certain extent, it does not mean that it is useless, especially some of the extremely cherished treasures, still the monks compete.

Over the past month, he has used his own wealth, and the resources given by the emperor have almost bottomed out.

"Forget it, it's almost the same," Qi Ping smiled and said, "I feel that I have got the bottleneck. These students can no longer put pressure on me, and the knowledge I want to master is almost the same."

He Sheng sighed.

More than the same ... at the beginning, the thousands of textbooks she said were actually exaggerated.

Normal college students have enrolled in school for three years, mastering more than 100 basic books, and "graduation".

Xueba can be brushed hundreds of books. After all, this is not even if you have read it. You must write down every detail of the technique.

And it can be used in actual combat, such as the signature method of Zen Golden Bell Cover, it must be mastered, but some of the more doors, rare techniques, martial arts, instruments, and do not require compulsory requirements.

But Qi Ping ... but I really memorized thousands of books, and I didn't know how this guy's memory was so good. Several exams, I made a perfect answer.

Combining the actual combat with different "runes" is a combination of theoretical practice. This is a lot faster than her expected progress.

"Huh, the world martial arts, the method of art is like a sea of ​​smoke, you just learned a little fur." ​​He Sheng said hard.

Qi Ping laughed and looked at her: "Disciples are not as well as scholarly."

He Sheng's waist is upright, self -confidant:

"That's natural. However, you are indeed enough to learn at the moment. It always takes time to digest and precipitate. It may not be a good thing to find a lot.

It's coming too, you should go out and be busy. "

I almost forgot, I still have a task ... Qi Ping patted his forehead and hit a haha:

"Are the demon people almost here? I really forget about it."

He Sheng: ??

Lian Rong: ??

Alas, good shame.

Qi Ping put away the hippie smiley face, and said, "That should be back. By the way, the top supernatural powers recalled by His Majesty, are you back?"

He Sheng calmly said: "They just entered the city today."

Nympho

Nympho

Taoist courtyard.

In the small town -like building group, in the courtyard, Tsing Yi Dao Tongzheng directed several "outer disciples" to be busy, placed tables and chairs, presented wine and vegetables, and looked like a banquet.

"Take more wine, where are these altars?"

"The dishes are covered with a copper cover, so don't you want to go hot and wait for the guests to eat?"

Small Tong greeted, the Heat looks like it.

Suddenly, the sun behind him seemed to be blocked. The younger brother froze and turned his head. Sure enough, he saw a familiar figure, as if standing in the center of the sun.

The robe of the Taiji gossip embroidered in the breeze shake, the flat face, with a mysterious smile.

"Brother, you are here." The younger brother jumped.

Dongfang Liuyun smiled at the head: "What is the preparation for the banquet?"

Little Master's:
To be continued...