The wind howled violently from the sky, the rolling dark clouds rolled, and the sun hid behind the clouds and did not dare to show its head.
A golden dragon flashed from the distant sky, the arc drawn by its tail was as gorgeous as a rainbow.
The shameless tiger with a big square face was prostrate in the grass, looking timidly at the giant dragon in the sky, not daring to let out its roar that intimidated the mountains and forests.
A couple was quarreling, and the woman left without looking back. The man shouted loudly from behind: "Don't think that I can't live without you. I can't find a toad with three legs. I can't find a living person with two legs."
There are plenty of them!”
The woman glanced at him disdainfully and continued to move forward.
The man was unwilling to give in. He paused for a moment and suddenly shouted: "Not to mention living people with two legs, there are also many toads with three legs. Look, all the toads here have three legs!"
The woman lowered her head and saw a group of three-legged toads on the ground jumping forward crookedly, jumping out of irregular routes, and finally plunged into the pond one by one.
"There is actually a toad with three legs!"
The woman was stunned. These days, three-legged toads are running around everywhere. It wouldn't be a problem for him to find another woman.
After weighing the pros and cons, the woman decided to look back and the couple reconciled as before.
In this bizarre world, people live so heartlessly.
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Mo Qing glanced at the quarreling couple from afar, lowered his head with a chuckle, and continued to flip the barbecue in his hand.
On an iron stick, there is a string of toad legs strung, and they are all the left front legs, because even if this leg is gone, those toads with strong regenerative ability can still grow back.
Moreover, Mo Qing believes that the meat of the left front leg is tender, nutritious and delicious, so it is most suitable for barbecue.
After eating the bunch of toad legs, Mo Qing looked at the time. The test at the family martial arts field was about to begin.
"It's an unlucky time. I couldn't practice for six years. I just integrated and absorbed the cold energy today. Before I could practice, the test was about to begin. It seems like I'm going to be embarrassed this time."
The personal pager sounded, and the family had sent out a notice for everyone in the Mo family to gather at the martial arts field.
Mo Qing stood up helplessly and walked towards the family castle.
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In the Qinglin County of the Yan State, the Mohist family performs martial arts.
The test hall is full of people. Today is the time for the strength test within the Mo family. It is held every three years and is very important. After each test, the first, second and third generations of the family will be re-ranked based on the test results.
Those who rank at the top can get a higher status and better resource treatment for their families, which will last until the next test ranking.
So every time it comes to a test, it is a grand event for the family. People work hard to get a top ranking. The more generous treatment they get, it means greater development in the future.
The first person to be tested was the third generation disciple of the family.
Among the three generations of disciples, they are divided into direct disciples and collateral disciples. Among them, the direct disciples are the core disciples of the family, and their treatment is better than that of the collateral disciples. However, the treatment of those direct disciples who are ranked lower may not be as good as those who are higher up.
A former collateral disciple.
The first to appear were the collateral disciples.
A tall boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, stood up and saluted around him fearfully.
The family elders above nodded slightly, indicating that he could start.
The young man came to the boxing strength tester belonging to a third-generation disciple, took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and made a "click" sound, showing his considerable strength.
"ha!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
This man swung his fists continuously, very fast, and hit the punch strength tester with a rumble!
The tester was a huge instrument, weighing over a thousand kilograms. It was shaken slightly by the disciple's continuous punches, and huge numbers continued to appear on the display screen.
For ten seconds, the boy kept punching wildly. He didn't stop punching until the supervising person next to him shouted to stop.
There was sweat on his forehead and his body was trembling. This crazy burst of punches was the limit of what he could do at present. It consumed a lot of physical strength. And finally the test was over. He felt a little relaxed and his body could hardly hold on.
Living.
The person in charge of the supervision counted the boy's statistics with an expressionless face, and then announced to the people present: "The results of collateral disciple Zhou Lie are as follows, with an average of 3.9 punches per second and an average strength of 280 punches per second.
Eleven pounds, a second-level boxer is close to his peak in the later stages.”
The elders of those families nodded. This young man is not bad. He seems to be very promising to become a third-level boxer within three months!
As a side disciple, the training resources and family subsidies received are not much. To be able to achieve this level at this age is already considered rare.
A female elder of the family asked seemingly casually: "Can you check the results of Zhou Lie's last test? See how much progress he has made in the past three years?"
The person in charge of supervision was stunned for a moment. His job was to test and not responsible for inquiries. He wanted to refuse, but when he saw this woman, he finally could not say no. Instead, he turned his attention to Mo, the head of the Mo family.
Xuan.
Mo Xuan was a middle-aged man with a stern face. He was extremely strong and had piercing eyes. He glanced back at the woman, and then nodded to the person in charge of supervision: "Just check her out."
The person in charge nodded hurriedly. Since the head of the family agreed, he would not act like a villain in vain and hurriedly checked the records.
"In the test three years ago, Zhou Lie averaged 1.4 punches per second, and the average force per punch was 72 pounds. He was a trainee boxer."
When people heard this data, they were a little surprised and started talking about it. This Zhou Lie is not simple. He was able to jump from a trainee boxer to a peak level two boxer within three years. He will soon enter the level three level. This
The rate of progress is truly astonishing.
Based on his treatment and his rapid progress, he can be regarded as an ordinary genius.
Zhou Lie saw the appreciative look in the owner's eyes and was filled with excitement. At the same time, he nodded gratefully to the woman.
The woman blinked slightly and sat down indifferently. She had finished what she wanted to do.
With Zhou Lie's good start, the rest of the people came on stage one after another, and the head of the family, Mo Xuan, was also full of expectations for the achievements of the three generations of disciples.
However, the results of subsequent tests were not satisfactory.
Many side disciples have made very little progress. Although a few of them are still stronger than Zhou Lie, in terms of advancement, they are not as good as Zhou Lie.
Of course, their ranking is still ahead of Zhou Lie, but if this continues, how long they can maintain their ranking is really unknown.
After the collateral disciples were tested, it was the turn of the direct disciples of the Moh family.
The first one to appear was Mo Qing.
This order of appearance is determined based on the last ranking. In the last ranking, Mo Qing was ranked last among the inner disciples, so he will appear first this time.
Just like Zhou Lie just now, he was ranked last among the side disciples last time, so he was the first to appear.
Mo Xuan saw Mo Qing appear and nodded: "Mo Qing, you didn't perform very well last time. You have been practicing for three years and you are still just a trainee boxer. I hope you can bring a surprise to grandpa this time.
It's in vain that your father and the others had high hopes for you before they left. You must know that your qualifications were unanimously favored by everyone in the family."
Mo Qing was a thin young man, about twelve or thirteen years old. Hearing the words of the family leader, he nodded silently and came to the boxing strength testing machine without any expression on his face.
After taking a deep breath, Mo Qing shouted loudly and started punching the test machine fiercely.
"Bang bang bang."
No matter the sound, rhythm, or power, it can't compare with the people in front of me. It can be said that no one can compare with it.
After ten seconds, the test was over. The supervisor shouted stop, and Mo Qing stopped tiredly, waiting for the test results.
"Mo Qing, averages one punch per second, average strength of fifty-five pounds per punch, trainee boxer."
After the person in charge finished counting with an expressionless face, there was a burst of noise from the surroundings.
"Wow! Is this Mo Qing, who was known as the family's genius boy back then? Why is he at this level?"
"Didn't some people still say that he was the hope for the rejuvenation of the family? Why, our family has to rely on a trainee boxer to embark on the road of rejuvenation? It's too outrageous!"
"It is simply unimaginable that a person of this caliber is a direct disciple!"
Waves of ridicule came in like a tidal wave, Mo Qing just frowned slightly, his thin body stood like a javelin, showing no timidity or inferiority complex.
Mo Xuan was also a little surprised by Mo Qing's performance. How could it be so bad? It was simply worse than ordinary people.
He said to the person in charge of supervision: "Check, what was Mo Qing's score in the last test?"
The person in charge quickly found the record and said to Mo Xuan: "Master, the last time Mo Qing was tested, he was nine years old. At that time, his average punch was 1.3 punches per second, and the average force was 63 pounds."
"What? Are you saying that in the past three years, Mo Qing has not only made no progress at all, but his grades have also declined?"
"This is indeed the case on this record."
Mo Xuan glanced at Mo Qing sadly: "Mo Qing, have you had any training in the past three years?"
"Grandpa, Mo Qing has been working hard."
"Humph! Who would believe it when you say something like this even though your grades have gone backwards?"
The woman from before spoke again, her tone full of disdain.
Mo Xuan's words were interrupted. He was a little dissatisfied with the woman and said in a deep voice: "Mo Qing's parents are not in the family. They are heroes of the Mo family. Now there is no one to take care of this child. It is understandable to slack off. After all,
Come on, Mo Qing! Go down!"
Although he spoke for Mo Qing, the disappointment in his tone was difficult to conceal.
Mo Qing gave a slight salute to Mo Xuan, and turned around and left the testing hall without looking at the tests of other members of the family.
Not long after I walked out of the testing hall, two people caught up with me.
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