Chapter 221 Newcomer Qiu Wu

Gu Ke watched silently, without intervening, and occasionally distracted himself to handle the farm work and chores in the cave.

After the test, Saranzhu, whose ability was completely borrowed from him, could also do this easily.

Xiao Ping'er had a way to enter a state of meditation, but she was not a tool after all, and could only "go online" unilaterally, and could not "operate in two threads".

Xiaoman? Well, let's talk about the class again.

In short, Gu Ke and Saranzhu took on most of the work in the cave, and Xiao Ping'er hibernated the role of the all-in-one from time to time and returned to the cave to help.

After entering winter, the work in the cave was also reduced by half, and it was not busy for two and a half people to do it.

For three consecutive days, a group of little beggars seemed to live in a fairyland...half.

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Eating, dressing and living are really a dream, and whether the class is like being in a fairyland is debatable.

Gu Keding's teaching plan is similar to that of the elementary school students in his previous life, but his elementary school life is not as "modernized" as those born in the 1990s and 2000s.

I remember that at the parent-teacher meeting, parents often said to the teacher, "Teacher X, if this child is not obedient, you should scold and beat him."

Of course, this is based on the era when teachers still talked about teacher ethics and were praised as soul engineers.

In a few years, few parents said this to teachers.

When it comes to Dawu, whether it is the elementary school teacher who teaches literacy or the master coach who coaches martial arts, they must be strict with the students and apprentices they accept normally.

Those who are not strict probably do not intend to teach seriously.

For students, being scolded is just a minor punishment, and being physically punished is not a major warning - being kicked out of the school or martial arts hall is.

In this regard, the most gentle and amiable "Mr. Wu San" is no exception. The small bamboo stick hits the palms, legs, and buttocks, which is called a slap.

Moreover, as three-wheeled masters, they can control the bamboo sticks and use force with great precision, which will not hurt the children and will not affect their future studies.

If we have to divide them, then these three days are "both fairyland and hell", seven or eight days for the fairyland, and two or three days for the hellland.

There are exceptions. The leader Jiang Shun is extremely satisfied with these days and has no complaints.

He is still happy to be corrected for his mistakes and punished in learning literature and martial arts.

In recent years, Gu Ke has written the "General Essentials of Wujing" by exploring the promotion process of Xiaoman and Xiaoping'er. He is a martial arts master who "combines theory with practice".

Combined with the large amount of data from the detection of civilians and martial artists when setting up stalls, he summarized the method of using divine thoughts to check martial arts talents.

If he simply divides them into five levels: inferior, ordinary, good, excellent, and excellent, his accuracy rate is more than 99%.

Most people only need to use divine thoughts to specifically check the time of a few breaths to know which level they are in.

By extending the investigation time to a quarter of an hour, the other party's strengths and weaknesses in martial arts training, and the type of martial arts suitable for training can be guessed 70% to 80%.

And this group of children stayed under his nose for three days, and everything related to their martial arts training was almost no secret to Gu Ke.

Jiang Shun's talent is very good at the level of excellence, and he has the hope of becoming a martial arts master.

Gu Ke couldn't help but think of the words in his previous life-the most desperate people are not those without talent, but those with strong talent, who are more diligent and hardworking than themselves.

Jiang Shun has both talent and hard work. Unless he dies halfway, he is destined to hit many people with average talent.

The only suspense in the end is how successful he can be.

While thinking about how to adjust the last two days of courses, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the doorbell made a crisp and pleasant ding.

Including a group of children, everyone looked at the door together, with surprise and curiosity on their faces.

In three days, this group of little beggars came to the Wanshiwu, and there were no more guests afterwards.

Jiang Shun remembered that he was running away with a group of friends at that time, and somehow he saw this Wanshiwu.

He felt that this place would be safe, so he hid in it with a group of friends.

Later, they remembered that there was no Wanshiwu on this street in their memory.

In fact, only those who have the sense of heaven and earth can see the Wanshiwu's door like an ordinary inn and step into it.

A group of little beggars were "brought" in by Jiang Shun.

If the ordinary and targeted stall mode of roadside stalls is to open the door to convenience and benefit all living beings, the Wanshiwu mode is a place of adventure for a few "people with destiny".

Of course, the time limit of Wanshiwu is very long, and the entry and exit restrictions are extremely strict.

For Gu Ke and others, this is a closed "sightseeing house". It is better to project the freedom of Bihai City, and there is no need to spend too much energy on this matter.

At most, the Wanshiwu mode and the targeted stall mode, the two are combined to make life in the cave a little more fun.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, but Gu Ke put down the book and pen in his hand and greeted calmly: "Since you have entered this door, let's have a chat."

The visitor was a one-armed man, about 40 years old, thin and long-faced, with unshaven beard, covered with dust and gloom, and looked depressed.

However, the clothes on his body were made of solid cotton cloth, without even a patch. The pair of leather boots on his feet were full of mud and water. They looked sloppy, but the leather and craftsmanship were not bad.

The hatchet in his hand was dirty, but it was actually made of fine iron.

This dirty but not bad outfit was all because this one-armed man had the strength of a round three, and was not the lowest level of the people.

However, the strength of the heaven and earth sense in this person was less than one-fifth of the little beggar Jiang Shun, and was probably on par with Wei Zhongde, the former defender of Qianquan City in the East China Sea.

This is not bad. There are very few people who possess the inscription of heaven and earth. There are not even as many as the martial masters that Gu Ke has seen.

Moreover, the strength of the inscription of the little beggar Jiang Shun is not low, and it is almost the same as Lei Kun when he was in Zhenshan Pass.

This kid has only practiced martial arts for three days and has not even entered the door. Lei Kun was a great master of the second round and sixth turn at that time, and he was only one step away from the martial master.

Similarly, the man who just entered the door has only one round and only one arm left, while Wei Zhongde is a martial master.

This comparison seems to prove that Wei Zhongde is not very good.

When Gu Ke was ranking the strength of the inscription and inadvertently belittled Wei Zhongde, the one-armed man had already walked to the counter.

Under the aura of affinity between heaven and man, he was shocked and incredible by the super hall in front of him, but he did not have any fear.

Gu Ke: "What's your name?"

The one-armed man replied: "My name is Qiu Wu."

Gu Ke nodded: "Sit down, Qiu Wu."

The one-armed Qiu Wu sat on a high stool and watched Gu Ke take out a pot of wine and a small wine glass, pour a glass of wine, and then push the pot and the wine glass in front of him: "This wine is for you, as a reward for listening to your story."

Qiu Wu inexplicably understood the meaning of this.

Looking at the light red wine in the glass, he bowed his head and thanked without any resistance or hesitation: "Thank you for the wine, sir."

He picked up the wine glass and drank it all. It was sweet and fragrant that he had never tasted before.

He poured another glass without hesitation and drank it all again. He exhaled a breath of wine with satisfaction, and then began to tell his own story.

Qiu Wu was born in a county in the Western Wilderness. He was the fifth son in the family, so he was called Qiu Wu.

The family ran a small business and had a small fortune.

He showed a strong interest in martial arts since he was a child, and often beat his friends to tears.

Later, his father found a teacher from a famous martial arts school in the county and thought that Qiu Wu had the qualifications to practice martial arts, and he was not bad.

Fortunately, some of Qiu Wu's four brothers had ordinary talents in martial arts, and some were not interested in it, so none of them chose to practice martial arts.

Therefore, his father paid the tuition for him very readily, and he joined the martial arts school and concentrated on practicing martial arts.

Qiu Wu lived up to expectations and successfully entered the school when he was in his teens. After a few years, he had the strength of a second round when he became an adult.

But the martial arts school only had the middle-grade martial arts passed down by the owner's family.

Unless he married into the family of his senior sister (the owner's daughter), and then passed a long-term test of more than ten years, he might have the opportunity to learn that middle-grade martial arts.

Qiu Wu was unwilling to sell himself and wait for such a slim chance, so he chose to join the escort agency opened by the martial arts school.

He planned to gain knowledge and find opportunities related to middle-grade martial arts while traveling around the country.

This hope was equally slim, but at least he didn't have to obey the orders of his wife's family like a son-in-law.

After several years, he didn't get any opportunities, but his strength steadily improved to the third round.

At this time, he could feel that the chakra in his body was red, which meant that he had excellent talent, and he was overjoyed.

The owner of the hall also roughly guessed Qiu Wu's talent from his progress, so he lowered his requirements-as long as he was willing to become a core disciple of the martial arts hall, marry his junior sister (the owner's other daughter), and give birth to children, he would pass on the middle-grade martial arts to him.

But Qiu Wu vaguely realized that he had excellent talent, and breaking through the small level of the first round of blood accumulation was a waste of talent.

Even if he didn't have the middle-grade martial arts, he had a good chance of being promoted to the second round. At that time, it would undoubtedly be much easier to find the middle-grade martial arts.

So he rejected the owner's proposal again, and the other party didn't mention it again.

A few months later, Qiu Wu ran into a monster while escorting a large escort, and fled after a fight.

With his strength that was much stronger than other escorts, he saved his life, but at the cost of his right arm and the damage to his chakra blood orifice.

Afterwards, he still had the strength of the first and third turns, but his foundation was damaged and he had no middle-grade martial arts, so the second turn became out of reach.

Afterwards, he reflected countless times and guessed that the owner of the hall knew in advance that the escort trip was very risky and that he might encounter monsters, but he didn't remind him.

This may be because he was afraid that ordinary escorts and ordinary disciples would not be able to refuse.

But Qiu Wu was only added to the escort two days before the escort, and the meaning behind it is intriguing.

Anyway, after escaping that time, Qiu Wu resigned from his position as an escort on the grounds that his chakra was severely damaged and went home to recover.

After a few months, his injuries stabilized, and he left a sum of silver to his family, saying that he would go out to seek medical treatment and medicine, and he embarked on an unknown journey.

In the past ten years, Qiu Wu traveled to various countries, but he could not recover from his injuries, so he naturally could not become a second-round master.

Until recently, he heard that if he came to Beimo to kill ghosts, he would have a chance to get healing medicine, so he came here with hope.

Talking about his experiences over the years, Qiu Wu poured himself a drink, and the pot of wine was empty before he knew it.

Gu Ke stared at his empty right sleeve: "In this situation, do you still want to go to Beimo to kill ghosts?"

Qiu Wu's eyes were uncertain, and he whispered: "I have to give it a try, otherwise I will never be willing in this life."

Gu Ke glanced at the hatchet he put aside: "You used to practice right-handed knives, but now you use your left hand. Your chakra and blood orifices are damaged, and your strength is not as good as before, right? "

Qiu Wu sighed and nodded: "My lord is wise, that's right."

Another glass of wine was drunk, and this was also the last one.

After drinking the wine in the pot, he fell on the table, and in less than ten breaths, he snored.

Gu Ke chuckled, waved his hand, and Qiu Wu's body floated to the wall and landed on the bamboo couch.

The children on the other side watched the excitement for a while, and the small bamboo sticks of Mr. Xiong Da and Mr. Wu San had already been pulled down, making them scream in pain.

The originally scattered attention was quickly retracted under the reminder of pain, and they continued to practice martial arts seriously.

Until the afternoon martial arts class was over, Xiaoman and the others announced the end of get out of class. A group of children saluted the three gentlemen respectfully, and then ran to the counter: "Lord Zhan Wang, do you still have honey goat milk today?"

"Lord Zhan Wang, do you still have red nai juice?"

"Lord Zhan Wang, do you have hot sweet soy milk?"

Gu Ke's face was normal, and he took out a variety of drinks and poured them a cup of different sizes.

The noise in front of the counter soon turned into a clatter.

It is impossible to drink tons of tons of tons of tons of tons of tons. After the martial arts class, there is only this cup of drinks, and the next cup will have to wait until after dinner, so they are reluctant to drink it.

Gu Ke is not harsh, but just afraid that they will have too much nutrition.

He is not a fast food restaurant in the previous life, which sells drinks and adds ice cubes and water in disguise to fool people.

Good taste must be original, quality is more important than quantity.

No matter how reluctant the children are, they drink faster and faster in front of this delicious drink, and they drink it all in less than a cup of tea.

After returning the cup and thanking Gu Ke, they have the most relaxing play time of the day.

Of course, this play is different from the crazy play of ordinary children.

There are all kinds of books, tools, materials, and equipment in the corner of the hall. Boys make wooden swords and wooden swords, girls embroider and weave, or practice martial arts and read books.

But it all depends on personal hobbies, and Gu Ke and others will not intervene.

So for the children, this is a huge playground.

It's just that ordinary children play with toys, but they play with real things, which is more fun.

Today is slightly different from before. There is a sleeping Qiu Wu on the side of the hall.

Occasionally, a few children would form a group and stand several feet away to watch the newcomer, their little mouths smacking non-stop: "This uncle looks so old..."

"His right hand is completely gone..."

"He went to the bed without taking off his shoes. Will Mr. Xiong Da beat him with a small bamboo stick tomorrow morning?"

"It may be Mr. Zhu Er who will beat him..."

"Mr. Wu San will have to punish him to clean the bamboo bed..."

And here, Gu Ke and the other four also gathered together. Mr. Xiong Da, like her students, whispered: "It's very difficult for him to cultivate to the Martial Sect."

Xiao Ping'er also nodded solemnly: "It's okay if he only loses fingers and palms. But if he loses the entire right arm, the blood circulation will be defective, and the chakra blood orifice will be damaged, both inside and outside will be injured, and it will be too difficult to cultivate."

Finally, Saranzhu added details: "Ordinary women will also lose blood and qi every month, which is a kind of leak. His... It should be considered as an external leak and an internal leak. It's good that he can maintain his strength."