Chen Zilong and others traveled throughout the south of the Yangtze River. Everywhere they went, they were greeted by stars and praises.
In the Qin Tower and Chu Pavilion, many famous prostitutes with extraordinary talents admired them and wished they could marry them.
Today, I was ridiculed and ridiculed by a little girl who looked a little unkempt. How could I possibly bear it?
Looking at the school field in front of me, I visually estimated that one circle only takes more than 400 steps.
It’s only ten laps, so it’s no big deal.
In fact, this is not because Chen Zilong is stupid, but because of the deception brought about by his eyes.
Not to mention the people of this era, even in later generations, many people look at the sports field and think: It is only 800 meters, what can it be?
Didn't the two laps finish quickly?
As a result, when I came on the field, I discovered that I had not even finished running 200 meters and was exhausted.
"It's a competition. If you lose, you must abide by women's ethics from now on and must not violate the rules."
When he said this, the little girl's eyes narrowed.
Anyone who knows her well knows that she is most dangerous at this time.
"If you lose, you guys will come to our army. I will train you well."
The soldiers laughed loudly and looked at the scholars with pity.
Chen Zilong didn't think he would lose.
I think that at the beginning, he had the ambition to help the world, and he really honed his martial arts skills with the example of the champion, Ban Dingyuan.
The master who taught him martial arts also said that with his skills, even a few people can't get close to him.
He also competed with the servants at home, but no one was his opponent.
Although Xu Erjue was friends with Chen Zilong and others, he also felt that these people were too arrogant and arrogant. It would be a good idea to learn a lesson today.
So he smiled and said nothing, let alone named the little girl's identity.
Thinking about the terrifying force of that little girl, he had already foreseen the fate of Chen Zilong and others.
The two sides came to the school field, and Chen Zilong stood side by side with the soldier.
In order to make it easier to run, Chen Zilong also lifted up his hem and stuffed it into his waistband.
The more solemn he is, the more bored the little girl becomes.
"let's start."
Chen Zilong had already suppressed his energy and immediately rushed out like a cheetah, very fast.
This guy can beat Ai Nanying violently. He is really not an ordinary weak scholar. If he can run fifty meters, his results should be good.
On the other hand, the soldier fell behind a lot as soon as he started running. But he was not in a hurry, he just kept a certain constant speed and followed behind.
Seeing Chen Zilong taking the lead, Song Zhengyu, Xia Yunyi, Yang Tingshu and others followed suit and were in high spirits.
"This time we win!"
"We are good at writing and writing, and we are good at wielding a sword. How can our ambition to reach the sky be comparable to that of a mere martial artist?"
After running fifty meters, it was obvious that Chen Zilong's speed suddenly slowed down a bit.
He himself also realized something was wrong.
what happened?
Where is my strength?
Why are the steps so heavy?
Why does my chest feel like it's going to explode?
Why is my breathing so short and like a broken drum?
How far is it?
The soldier slowly followed up, keeping pace with him, still in the mood to chat.
"Wenquxing, what's wrong? Run, faster. If the Tatars catch up with you like this, you won't even be able to escape."
Chen Zilong almost wanted to vomit blood, gritted his teeth and tried his best to move a little faster than before. However, in just a few breaths, his body slowed down uncontrollably.
Damn it, I discovered for the first time that just running can be so difficult.
Chen Zilong couldn't help but think of his childhood.
At that time, he was still a carefree child.
I ran wildly on the countryside with a group of friends, never tired, as if I had endless energy.
Why is it so miserable now?
He didn't know that it was his lost youth.
The soldier laughed when he saw that he could no longer speed up.
"As for you, just crawl slowly, I'm going."
As he spoke, the soldier increased his speed by three points and sped away.
Chen Zilong's heart ached like a knot, and he really couldn't give it in. But his body refused to obey his orders, and the pain became more and more painful, as if his whole body was about to be torn apart.
Seeing that the distance between him and the soldier was getting farther and farther, Song Zhengyu, Xia Yunyi and others were all puzzled, and they even stopped and sighed.
"Why is my brother so staggering? Just running, how can he become an old man?"
"Did there be some kind of plot against my brother among men?"
The little girl beside her couldn't help but look sideways and hummed: "Do you think running is easy? Okay, you guys should try it too, and you'll know?"
Song Zhengyu was unconvinced and hummed: "What you see on paper is shallow, but you know you have to do this. Come on, let's give it a try."
Several scholars, sensing something fishy, rushed into the school grounds and started running after him.
As a result, their performance was not as good as Chen Zilong's.
Among them, Song Zhengyu and Li Wen were in the worst shape. After only running one and a half laps, their faces turned pale, sweating like rain, holding their waists and retching, and they were no longer elegant as before.
Yang Tingshu ran fifty meters further than them, and then he hugged his legs, bared his teeth, and couldn't move.
he……
Cramped.
Xia Yunyi stopped running. He opened his mouth like a hippopotamus, greedily absorbing the air.
Watching Chen Zilong move step by step in front of him, he finally understood that running, which seemed inconspicuous, was actually so difficult.
On the entire school field, only that soldier kept the same speed, going round and round, constantly passing them.
"Hey, we meet again."
"Wenquxing, run quickly!"
"How can you fight when you're crawling like this?"
The continuous ridicule made the mentality of several scholars completely explode.
Chen Zilong couldn't bear it anymore, so he gave up the competition and came back angrily to find the little girl.
"What's running? It's a competition. Come on, let me show you my swordsmanship."
The little girl didn't even bother to raise her eyes.
"You can't even run, how dare you talk about martial arts?"
Chen Zilong actually knew that he was a bit shameless, but he still raised his head and tried to give himself reasons.
"Hmph, I...I'm not good at running."
Zuo Mengeng is just not here, otherwise, he would definitely be asked.
Is your last name actually Chang?
The little girl was not polite at all, and her staring eyes made Chen Zilong unable to lift his head.
"What did Zuo Menggeng say in that poem? Nine out of ten people are worthless and useless scholars. The world has become like this because there are too many scholars like you who have high vision but low power."
Chen Zilong and others were furious, feeling that all their self-esteem had been trampled to the ground.
They wanted to fight back, but the results of the competition just now were before their eyes. Even if they wanted to fight back, they didn't have the strength.
Xia Yunyi's figure kept shaking and he kept mumbling.
"Nine out of ten people are worthy of being looked down upon, but only one of them is a useless scholar!"
Is it possible that in the past, studying hard and talking about state affairs with many friends turned out to be so unbearable?
For a moment, all the scholars hung their heads. They never thought that they would lose in the most inconspicuous running.
The little girl ignored their sentimentality and gave orders tyrannically.
"I'm willing to admit defeat. You guys, report to my place tomorrow. If you dare to come, your legs will be broken."
Yang Tingshu was very angry with Yi's arrogant appearance.
"Not even General Zuo would dare to treat us like this."
The little girl has gone away, and the words remain in the air.
"Zuo Mengeng dared to disobey orders and his legs were broken."
The cold murderous aura really frightened a few people, and they couldn't recover for a long time.
Xu Erjue hid his evil smile in his heart and said: "Everyone, let's go, let's go read a book first."
Chen Zilong grabbed him, pointed at the figure in the distance, and asked: "Zigui, who is such a domineering woman? Is there no one who can control her?"
Xu Erjue grinned.
"If you want to control her? You have to be able to defeat her. No one in the entire army is her match. How can you control her? From now on, you should stay away from her when you see her. Do you understand?"
Song Zhengyu's expression turned ugly when he heard that the entire army here could not defeat a mere girl.
"I think that General Zuo is not worthy of his name. Otherwise, how could he let a girl sit on his head and show off his power?"
Xu Erjue didn't know how to complain. He pointed at the back in the distance and said: "This little girl killed more than 300 enemies in the battle of Qingshui Pass with only two axes..."
The cold wind passed by, and everyone was trembling, unable to say a word!
What the hell is this place?
Were they encountering humans or monsters?
Although such an invincible warrior is a woman, how can they be opponents?
This is much more powerful than Mulan.
I don’t know how General Qin from Sichuan compares with her?
Now when I think about the challenge I just launched, it has become the biggest joke in the world.
For a time, the few scholars lost their arrogance and looked like eggplants beaten by frost.