[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

It was slightly cool in the middle of the night, and Gu Qi was sitting in the wind outlet. He wore a dark yellow robe that clung to his body, blocking out all the night wind that swept through the thick fog. He had his back bent, and his whole body was like a hand full of desire. holding a long bow, the arrogance of his whole body was low, and his expression was as stiff as a puppet. He just said this and refused to speak again.

The wine shop became quiet again. The old man sat next to him for a long time. Seeing that Gu Qi still looked like he was indifferent, he didn't lose his temper. Instead, he deliberately made some noise. Noise, sometimes patting the table, sometimes stepping on the ground, small movements non-stop.

He always has a way to make this kid talk.

The other party's deliberate noises came one after another. Gu Qi was disturbed by the noise and put down the cup in his hand. He raised his eyes slightly and looked straight at him: "If you have something to say, just say it. There is no need to test it." I."

"... "

The old man raised his eyebrows, but before he could speak, someone suddenly woke up on the other side.

The store owner raised his head in a daze, followed the sound that had been ringing, and looked towards where the two people were sitting.

"I said you..."

The words suddenly stopped, and a red sword light swept over, instantly scorching the surrounding air as if it were in a furnace. It was so hot that it was almost impossible to breathe. It drove away the originally cold night wind, which was so hot that it was almost impossible to breathe. Kanton stood in front of the shopkeeper's forehead.

Immediately, the store owner suddenly woke up. His legs were shaking violently, his eyes widened, and he stared at the sword light without blinking, for fear that it would kill him in just one breath. .

"Do you want to live?"

Gu Qi propped up his chin and glanced sideways, with a hint of gloominess in his brows, as if thick clouds with heavy haze had suddenly come up, blocking out any sunlight.

"Think...think..."

The shopkeeper sighed, and a few beads of sweat fell from his forehead. He swallowed the sticky fluid in his throat, and his lips and tongue were very dry: "It's a small business...Excuse me...please show your respect..."

"Haha——" The old man covered his lips, his shoulders shook a few times, and he smiled muffledly, just pretending to be watching a show.

Compared with the sudden disturbance caused by a cross-legged kick, he has always been indifferent to this situation.

"Go away first." There were many eyes and ears outside, but Gu Qi didn't want to cause trouble. He casually waved his hand and dispersed the sword light, allowing the store owner to crawl and roll out.

The small stage had just been set up, and there was not much to see yet. It ended hastily like this. The old man was quite disappointed. He twirled the white beard on his chin and sighed leisurely: "This has nothing to do with the rumors about you outside. It doesn’t quite look like it.”

Gu Qi didn't speak. He still supported his chin with his hand. He closed his eyes again as if he was leisurely. He seemed to be in trance and had no reaction no matter what others said.

"You're quite a tough guy, kid."

The old man was left aside. No matter how good-tempered he was, his face would inevitably darken at this moment. He looked at Gu Qi with deep eyes and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It's rare for me to be kind. Now you are chasing me." Killing order, just think about your own life."

No matter how remote Sotuo City is, it still has a few Wuhun Palace’s eyes and ears. The longer Gu Qilai stays here, the less likely he is to gain favor.

What a pity, what a pity...

The old man sighed secretly, raised his arms, waved his sleeves, and his figure disappeared.

The blue light in the sky passed by in a flash, coming and going without a trace. It was as misty and without a trace as if this person had never been here just now.

"Why destroy your own retreat..."

These incomplete words fell into his ears. Gu Qi lowered his eyelashes. On the surface, he was calm and calm, but the knuckles holding the cup suddenly tightened. He breathed slowly, as if he was entangled with the cool breeze in the night. He stood there and fought for a long time, but in the end it was still difficult to get away.

Although his retreat was ruined, he had made a good move and was only one step away from inviting you into the urn.

After a while, the pair of glasses on the table were empty, and the people left. The small wine shop became completely silent. Even though the door was wide open, no one paid attention to it. Among the flowers and willows on this street, this wine shop was the only one. There is no one to advise, there is no laughter, and there is no excitement at all. It is as if the life has been snuffed out, and it is thrown heavily into this line of mud, where life and death are taken care of.

Separated by a wooden wooden wall and a warm fire, the night wind outside stopped for a while and then started to stir again. It was like a homeless child, lively and active. Every time it passed a house, it would roll up the curtains to enter. The window, howling a few times, or not entering the house, just beating the window lattice outside, and when the body is exposed more deeply, imitating the cry of a wandering spirit, which makes people feel horrified and frightened.

Somehow, the noise seems to be particularly loud tonight.

Tang San covered himself with a quilt and buried his whole body in the warm mattress. He suffered from insomnia and couldn't fall asleep until the second half of the night.

The inexplicable insomnia had no reason, and it caught him off guard.

Tang San rolled his eyes a few times, stretched out his limbs in boredom, bit his back molars, and suddenly felt a little bad.

After waiting for a long time to feel sleepy, he still couldn't wake up. He was trapped in the darkness, just lying there with his eyes closed. The wind outside was still roaring, rushing against the window lattice like a reckless man, Tang San was exhausted. Sighing, he raised his hand and pointed at his sleeping hole.

After finishing everything neatly, all the disturbances became further and further away from him, time slowed down, and the heartbeat sounded in his ears from far to near.

He finally fell asleep...

The next morning, the sky penetrated the clouds, and the light shining down was golden, red, and clear, spreading endlessly on the ground. The reflected vegetation was slightly dull and warm.

After a night of strong wind, there were a lot of dead branches and leaves on the ground. The golden color on the ground contrasted with the remaining greenery. These two different colors caught the eye at the same time. For a moment, they were incomparably harmonious and matched perfectly.

It was still a bit cool in the morning, and following the gentle breeze, the rich bell suddenly rang again, suddenly breaking the tranquility of the village.

The summoning bell usually rang three times, once to remind, once to urge, and finally to end. When the bell rang for the second time, eight people rushed to the playground.

Unprepared, the group's clothes were all a little messy, and they had obviously just tidied them up not long ago.

This class was still taught by the master. As soon as everyone stood firm, they saw the master walking slowly from the other side of the big clock. Different from yesterday, he changed into a crow-green gown, and the material looked like it was made of cloth. , looks much better than the rough ones.

"Today's task is quite heavy, so please wake up."

Seeing that several people were still asleep, the master lowered his voice and became serious.

Silently holding back a yawn, Tang San raised his eyelids, his expression as calm as usual, showing no sign of sleepiness at all.

"Lazy, lazy, is this the so-called monster genius?" After standing outside for more than a moment, some people began to quietly move their legs and feet. The master stared at their changes coldly, with an ugly expression on his face: "Everyone stand up straight and run circles with weights, from the academy to Soto City and back again. This repeats over and over again. I want to see you standing here before lunch."

The words were so loud that none of the people present reacted. The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment. The playground was surprisingly quiet, and no one made any comments.

"There are ten laps in total. You can't use soul power. You will eat when you finish running."

After finishing speaking, seeing that they still hadn't responded, the master slowly reminded them again: "Start now, run."

He stretched out his finger towards the back left side and pointed at several baskets stacked there: "There are prepared stones outside the college gate. You can load them yourself."

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The sound of shoe soles scraping against sand and gravel was heard one after another, and several people ran towards the gate of the college one by one without any hesitation.

"Remember, you are a group."

Not far away, the master's words came from behind. Ning Rongrong, who had been slowly following behind, paused for a moment, and then quickly chased after her again. This time her speed was very steady, even if Even though his physical strength was no better than that of others, he never said a word of failure.

It seemed that something began to emerge in this group, and as the run began, it gradually blended in with everyone.

The village where Shrek is located is not big, but because it is in the countryside outside the city, it is more than three or four miles away from Soto City.

According to what the master said, if they go back and forth ten times, they will have to run about sixty or seventy kilometers, plus the weight, this is not very easy.

After a while, everyone ran to the gate of the college and saw the stones that the master mentioned on the lawn on the right. When they saw it at first glance, several people were shocked. The pile was estimated to be about forty. The blocks, big or small, are all solid in size and piled there like a mountain of rocks.

According to the master's instructions, each of them should carry a certain amount of stones on their backs.

But now there is a question before us, how should eight people divide so many stones?

As the captain, Dai Mubai thought of an idea first. He carefully counted the number of stones twice, then raised his eyes and looked at the remaining seven people: "There are forty-nine stones in total. There are eight of us. If each of us If you divide it up, it’s almost six or seven yuan per person..."

However, if the points are completely based on the standard, I am afraid there will be a difference in points. After all, everyone's physical endurance is different.

"I have a suggestion." Tang San held the bamboo basket behind his back in his hands and glanced around the pile of rocks: "Each boy should carry an extra big piece, and the rest should be divided equally between heavy and heavy. Let's get used to it first. , if that doesn’t work, we’ll swap them with each other.”

After hearing this method, Dai Mubai's brows relaxed a little, but he didn't immediately answer whether it was feasible. Instead, he turned around and asked other people's opinions. Seeing that no one objected, he did as Tang San said.

After packing them one by one, the four boys carried an extra large stone according to the method, while the little girls mixed up the remaining two batches of large and small stones.

After all the stones were loaded, the bamboo baskets on everyone's backs were almost falling backwards according to the weight of the stones. The sun was already bright at this time, and everyone did not dare to stop after loading the stones. They started running forward one after the other.

Stepping out of the gate of the college, the first thing you see is a one-meter-long weed road. This road is the only way to enter the village. After a few steps, you step on the trail ahead.

Here in the countryside, there are no comfortable stone roads, only trails opened from the grass. The eight people kept their positions in front and back, running at a medium speed. Every time the soles of their feet stepped over a pit or haystack, they would feel the pressure on their boots. Sand and dust rose from the corners.

Dengdengdeng-

The sound of continuous footsteps circled in the deserted forest, the chirping of cicadas was so low that it was hard to hear them clearly among them, and the gentle breeze swayed into the crowd, bringing with it a few rays of heat from the sun. Then, he wandered away again.

Seeing them running further and further towards Soto City, Master and Flanders finally walked out from where the little monsters had run before, and they stood in the middle of the path. , raised his head and kept looking ahead.

"Why did you think of letting them load the rocks themselves?"

After looking at it for a little too long, Flanders raised his hand and wiped his eyelids with his fingertips, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked the master beside him.

"This can be considered a level." The master put his hands behind his back, with a somewhat calm and gentle smile on his face, not at all as cold and stern as before. Flanders turned his eyes in confusion and tilted his head to look. Eyes him.

"In this world, strength is not the most important thing. If you are not frank and honest, won't you be criticized outside?"

Everything is a matter of small things, and the choice of this stone may seem like a small matter, but it is actually a test of whether they can do things well and not violate their sincerity.

The figures of the little monsters were no longer visible. The master looked away and pinched his eyebrows with his fingers. He sighed softly and said in a lower voice: "Do you feel sorry for them?"

Flanders came back to his senses, raised the corners of his mouth, and sneered: "How can I not feel distressed, but you are right, this is all for their own good."