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The General's Dishonesty (Twenty-Six): Sweet Temptation (With Eggs) (Page 1/3)

There are some things Xu Weiran didn't finish saying.

He actually saw the end of that dream.

At that time, he tripped and fell backwards, and unexpectedly leaned against a soft object, and suddenly sank into it.

The object he leaned against was not clear against the light, and he only felt that the black shadow was like a mountain that pressed his vision. It was too huge and he couldn't even see what it was.

Only the "ridge" was slightly arched, and it rose and fell with the long breath, indicating the signs of life.

Within one step, the earth would shake; the power of anger would definitely cause the mountains to collapse and the earth to crack. But

he was inexplicably not afraid of it.

In a trance, he smelled the smell of damp grass, which was somewhat familiar.

...

"Ha-hey-"

Under the crabapple tree, the children were punching in a serious manner. Xiong Tingfei leaned against the eaves. The sight of him was so frightening that even the soldiers on the battlefield were scared to death. Moreover, these children naturally did not dare to be lazy, and their little fists were punching properly.

"Hehehe! Hehehe--"

When Xu Weiran came out, he handed Xiong Tingfei a bowl of water. Just then, he heard Xing Lunan's powerful sound, and even his boxing speed was more than twice as fast as others. It was

only a year of kung fu, and the boy was not even ten years old. He had grown taller and got a lot darker. He stood out in the crowd. He punched vigorously without stopping.

"....What's on his hand?"

Xiong Tingfei took a sip of water and said, "Sandbag."

"At this age, won't he hurt his muscles and bones?"

"Ordinary exercises have no effect on him. This sandbag is used to train new soldiers during the march. It has been improved, so there will be no problem."

Xu Weiran raised his eyebrows: "Oh? It seems that the general has discovered a good seedling?"

"Considering his age, he can already block half of my strength in just one year. It's really rare."

"It's been a year, and he can't even recite the first five poems of the Book of Songs. It's really rare. Are you going to teach an illiterate person?"

Xiong Tingfei was speechless for a moment.

"Xing's eloquence was all used in the quarrel with the Zhang family girl." Xu Weiran sat on the rattan chair at the door and thought, "But... Jinlin is not an ordinary person... If you were to teach him, I'm afraid... another famous person would emerge."

"... The key to martial arts is to strengthen the body. If you just pursue fame, wealth and status, you will lose your original intention."

The general, who was strict in training, praised him in a rare tone: "Although Xing Lunan is a little noisy, he has a pure heart in martial arts. As for the future path, whether it is good or bad, it is his own choice. Let's wait and see." The

Xing family's cloth shop branch has been open for several months. Xu Weiran would go there occasionally, and Father Xing would sometimes give him a few pieces of fabric, just as if he was paying the tuition for his son who was holding him back.