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Chapter 92 092: Lang Jun is sick, remember to take medicine (2) [Fourth, please subscribe for monthly ticket rewards]

Because it just started, the training programs are very basic. In the morning, physical training, three million meters long runs a day, in the afternoon, practice the length and gun made by wooden sticks, and repeatedly practice blocking, holding, piercing, stabbing, picking, tangling, laps, and fluttering. , Point, dial and other basic actions.

She knew that cold weapons like long and guns had to be entrusted to the ancient museums in her last life, and the history of military armament evolution also simply described the five major eras of war weapons in ancient times, modern times, ancient times, modern times, and modern times Evolution and development.

After getting the long gun and gun that the carpentry workshop urgently rushed, Xu Yan measured his weight and suddenly stabbed forward, even with some momentum.

"I can't see it. On the weekdays, I looked weak like a cock, fired a gun, and still stood a bit."

Xu Yan: "..."

Chicken ... cub?

Hehehe, how did Langjun treat him that way?

恹恹 Put away the wooden gun, Xu 轲 's face is ruthless, "Lang Jun smiled."

Jiang Yanji smiled without saying a word, raised her hand to another wooden gun, and saw that the object seemed to be imbued with great strength, bounced, and jumped to Jiang Yanji's palm like an initiative. She smiled, " Would you like to loosen your muscles? "

Xu Zheng a moment, did not wait to understand, a wooden gun came on his face, he subconsciously blocked with a gun body, but found that Jiang Yanji did not use much energy, it seems that he is just playing a game, not moving. With that in mind, Xu Min had a little more confidence in his heart.

"That being the case, Lang Jun invited!"

The audience who watched the live broadcast found that Xu Yan was actually able to dance the wooden guns into a lively style, with one stroke and one simple style, which greatly subverted the deep impression of the weak Chinese scholars in their minds. That hand, that posture, like a weak chicken?

In fact, the gentleman's six arts include rituals, music, archery, imperialism, books, and numbers. Many scholars are able to write poems with pens, and shoot arrows with horses. They are somewhat fistful, although most of them are just flower racks. In use.

However, it doesn't matter much for Jiang Yanji whether he is fancy or not.

He fought for a while until Xu Xun's footsteps were floating, his eyes were dizzy, his arms were swollen, and his palms were swollen by a rough wooden gun. His whole body was sweating, and Jiang Yanji was still like nothing. He didn't even breathe, and his forehead was even more It is dry and refreshing.

"Young people need to exercise, their arms are as soft as noodles, which is not possible."

She smiled and inserted the wooden gun straight into the ground, as if cutting a tofu into a small gun body.

"It's not good, Lang Jun is brave."

Xu Yan smiled bitterly, he was better at brain work, and this kind of dancing knife and gun making him almost twisted to the waist.

As for Jiang Yanji's two teasing jokes, he had the right to listen to his ears and not listen to his heart.

"Young people still need to exercise a lot. I'm too fragile and sick, and I can't take care of myself. If you follow me, you really have to practice well, otherwise you will be tired." Jiang Yanji laughed Encouraged him, "Wenneng can write the world, martial arts can settle down, think of it and feel **** and surging. If Xiao Yu is willing, he can practice with these people."

She could see that Xu Yan did have some skills.

"I was young and ignorant. After a period of time as a ranger, but after encountering a teacher and undergoing enlightenment, I became enchanted with saint books."

There is a dream in the heart of a man who is a peerless hero, stubbornly helping the weak, robbing the rich and helping the poor, Xu Zheng is no exception. After a period of S2, he finally put down his sword and picked up the pen and quietly studied. Mother reassured good son.

It's a pity that God's will make people die. His mother hadn't enjoyed his son's filial piety for several years, so he strangled early.

Jiang Yanji tilted his head and spit out, "I was young and ignorant in the past? It sounds like how mature and stable you are now ..."

Xu Yan: "..."

On the other side, a friend who watched the live broadcast gave Xu Ye an expression.

[Aunt in the cafeteria]: Xu Xun's OS——Lang Jun, I'll talk to you. If you do this, you will lose your baby.

Jiang Yanji glanced at him, and then smiled and told Xu Yan.

"Did you just think that if I continue to tease you like this, you're going to mess with me?"

Xu Yan's face turned red, slightly cramped: "... Lang Jun, don't make jokes ..."

Jiang Yanji said to him seriously, "In fact, you can make trouble, I can tolerate it, a little bit temperament is more cute."

Xu Yan is a temperamental teenager in her eyes. Within her tolerance, it is okay to occasionally be wayward.

Xu Yan said nothing.

In front of him, Langjun, who was five or six years old, played rudely. What should he do as a book boy?

anxious! Wait online!

Facts have shown that rabbits bite people when they are anxious, and they will bite people when they are anxious.

"Lang Jun, you are still talking to the girls in Langlang Lane."

After that, Xu Yan bowed his hand and left. He could not spread the sullen anger on Jiang Yanji, but it was okay to toss those family members. The more he understood, the more he felt that the image of Takako in his mind collapsed in various ways.

Of course, it won't be long before he finds out that it wasn't the family's noble son, it was just the wonderful Lang Jun of his family.

"Well, if you look at the appearance, the girls in Langlang Lane may not be comparable to Xiao Yu Fenghua."

Jiang Yanji muttered his voice so that Xu Yan, who was throwing his sleeve forward, could hear.

Then, when Jiang Yanji saw a cricket at the other's feet stepping on the air, she rolled off Tian Tian.

The audience in the live broadcast room was distressed to see Xu Xi's young man making fun of it.

[Aunt in the cafeteria]: Your anchor is too dark. Even a cute baby like Xu Xiaochun is bullied. I couldn't bear it. So cute, so beautiful, why did you get a bad hand? I really wanted to break out of the screen and hug him QWQ

[Domineering President]: I haven't seen such a bad anchor, look, you have scared people

[This grass is poisonous]: The ancients were very real. If the anchor did this, they might have grievances. Be careful that he is blackened.

[Xi Yan]: Hahaha, looking forward to the darkening look of Juvenile Xu, when the time comes, he will kill each other with Wu and Liang.

Jiang Yanji ignored the barrage that was full of screens, walked to Tian Yan, crouched down, and pulled Xu Yan, who was lying on the ground and took in the air, backed up. The other party was scared by her actions again. His whole body was stiff and muscles were tight. .

"It was so careless to take the road, but fortunately Tian Tian was low in height, and was carefully cleaned up by the tenants. There were no big stones. Otherwise, you just stepped out of the air just so you might break a leg and destroy your appearance." Jiang Yanji Carrying people, the steps are very light.

Xu Zheng finally recovered from the fright, his hands did not know where to put it, and his face was distressed.

Listening to Jiang Yanji's "the wicked sue first," Xu Yan felt a sense of weakness in his heart.

Xu Yan gritted his teeth and said, "If Fei Jun was making fun of him, where would He be so disoriented?"

_ (: з 」∠) _ I know that after the new book is opened, the light of the **** will be lost QWQ

(End of this chapter)