Wearing the Duke's Mansion, he was scrambling to save his life

Qiao Xiaoxi's face was full of smiles, and her almond-shaped eyes were curved like the moon on the third day of September.

"Grandpa, sit down first. I'll teach you how to raise these two fat boys." Qiao Xiaoxi said happily, "Once I learn, I'll be able to keep these two sons in good order!"

Zhao Wudi had a blank expression and cold eyes.

In a cold tone, he said, "Qiao Xiaoxi, this is the secret manual passed down by your master alone. How can you pass it on to others?"

Oh my god! The ancients really had a lot of secrets!

I won’t teach you until I return to the 21st century.

If the enemy can master the method of making bombs first.

What’s the use of Zhao Wudi’s miraculous marksmanship!

No matter how agile Zhao Wudi is or how high his martial arts skills are, he can never defeat a grenade!

A hand grenade or a hand grenade would surely put an end to Zhao Wudi's ancient myth.

Zhao Wudi cannot die!

I was on the city wall, watching Zhao Wudi fighting bravely and killing all the Japanese devils.

Just rely on Zhao Wudi to kill the devils on the battlefield regardless of his life.

I have to make Zhao Wudi a legend in this ancient land.

Qiao Xiaoxi now looks at Zhao Wudi as a true anti-Japanese hero!

I must protect this hero who killed many Japanese devils in ancient times, and ensure that Zhao Wudi lives a safe life.

Zhao Wudi looked at Qiao Xiaoxi.

Qiao Xiaoxi raised the corners of her mouth slightly and smiled without saying anything.

Zhao Wudi became suspicious. What is the little wild chicken planning?

He said coldly: "Qiao Xiaoxi, what are you up to? Are you planning to escape again?"

When Qiao Xiaoxi heard this, she laughed.

This is a golden opportunity for me to take revenge and wipe out my previous shame. Why should I run away?

Killing the devils is such a refreshing thing.

Qiao Xiaoxi said happily: "You are overthinking! Don't worry, Qiao Xiaoxi will never run away unless all these invading Japanese pirates are killed!"

Zhao Wudi frowned after hearing this.

"Oh! Once you kill all these Japanese, you will be ready to escape and leave me?"

Oh my god! This is what Sister Tao said.

Kill all the devils, why shouldn't I run away?

Should we wait for Ping An to kill him, or wait for Madam Qiao to kill him? Otherwise, wait for Princess Chaoyang to marry into the Duke's Mansion, and then let Chaoyang and Ping An kill him together!

I'm not stupid~

Qiao Xiaoxi waved her hands quickly and said with a smile: "Oh, Master, you misunderstood me! I can assure you that Qiao Xiaoxi will never slip away."

Qiao Xiaoxi felt happy at this moment.

I feel so happy to be able to come to this ancient time and kill the ancestors of the Japanese devils!

At this moment, let alone running away, I won’t leave even if someone chases me away!"

Qiao Xiaoxi said with a smile: "Grandpa, stop talking nonsense. I will teach you how to give birth to a son."

Zhao Wudi came over and Qiao Xiaoxi explained the production process.

Qiao Xiaoxi carefully explained the principles of bullet making to Zhao Wudi.

Demonstrate the bullet making process.

Qiao Xiaoxi was explaining while packing the grenades.

"Master, after loading it like this, I will understand the principle. Count one, two, three, because when you pull out this rope, it won't explode immediately. After counting one, two, three, throw it into the enemy's formation, and it will explode."

Qiao Xiaoxi raised the corners of her mouth slightly and smiled.

“Haha, Master, if I don’t count one, two, three and just throw Zhao Tianlei out, what if the enemy is cunning and picks up Zhao Tianlei and throws him back? The Zhao Tianlei I created will blow me to death!”

Zhao Wudi nodded: "Oh! So that's how it is, Qiao Xiaoxi, how do you know so much?"

Qiao Xiaoxi wondered, if she told Zhao Wudi that she was a time traveler and that her body was from the 21st century, would Zhao Wudi be scared to death?

For ancient people, such things were simply fantasy and incomprehensible.

Talking about modern scientific knowledge with the ancients is like talking to a cow when society has not evolved to that level. It makes no sense at all.

I'd better find a master.

An omnipotent master is more reliable than teaching scientific knowledge to the ancients.

Qiao Xiaoxi pretended to be mysterious and said: "My master is really an otherworldly expert. He taught me many, many strange and bizarre things."

"The master who taught you the sitting-on-the-ground technique?" A picture emerged in Zhao Wudi's mind. When Qiao Xiaoxi was practicing the cartilage technique, after completing the whole set of moves, she still did not leave the hard yet soft mattress.

Oh my god, Qiao Xiaoxi is convinced.

This Zhao Wudi can really imagine, the sitting on the ground skill?

When did I ever practice any sitting exercises?

Qiao Xiaoxi stared at Zhao Wudi with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Zhao Wudi had an icy face and coldly stretched out his hand to make a gesture.

Qiao Xiaoxi was happy!

My sister practices yoga.

Oh my god! This guy can actually think of sitting on the ground! I am really impressed.

"Haha, sir, that's right, this is called yoga, not some sitting exercise!" Qiao Xiaoxi said with a smile.

Zhao Wudi said disdainfully: "A sitting soft bone exercise, how can it be called yoga? It's just a trick!"

Qiao Xiaoxi laughed and said, "My master doesn't care about my unique Qinggong and my superb spear skills at all."

"Look down on you? I'm afraid your master can't find the training manual at all!" Zhao Wudi said coldly.

Qiao Xiaoxi looked at Zhao Wudi, unable to hide her arrogance.

"How old were you when you started practicing martial arts?"

“When I remember things, I am practicing.”

Oh my! The ancients were really miserable.

This is birth, and it must be guided towards kung fu.

It’s okay for intellectuals. If they endure hardships for a dozen years, it’s enough for a lifetime!

When you are old, knowledge can still be sold for money.

A general like Zhao Wudi is so miserable!

As the saying goes, "A song never leaves its mouth, and a boxing skill never leaves its hands." This requires a lifetime of practice and a lifetime of hardship.

I am old, I can’t fight, and I am still despised!

Like a rusty knife, it is thrown away immediately.

I remember that during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, the veteran general Lian Po asked for battle.

The emperor just disliked it!

The sentence Lian Po is old, can he still eat?

Thinking about it, it feels a bit desolate.

Qiao Xiaoxi looked at Zhao Wudi. He was old and couldn't use a gun anymore.

This proud white swan!

I guess it’s not even as good as an old hen!

Zhao Wudi, you must guard well the two mines I gave you.

With these two thunders, Zhao Wudi is old, but he is also a proud old swan!

Zhao Wudi looked at Qiao Xiaoxi without saying anything.

He said coldly: "There are many people who think about the Zhao family's spearmanship!"

Qiao Xiaoxi shook her head and said with a cheerful smile: "My master disdains to use a gun. Practicing with that thing would make one die of exhaustion."

"It turns out that your master is a lazy man."

As Qiao Xiaoxi filled the gunpowder, he said, "It's not necessary. My master said that the ancients were stupid. They invented gunpowder, but they still killed people with swords and guns on the battlefield!"

"On the battlefield, what else can we use if not swords and guns?"

"Use cannons to bombard them. My master and his men are not fighting. We can just sit here and send a missile flying to the capital and bomb it."

"Your master is either a boastful person or a deity from heaven, so keep talking nonsense."

After Zhao Wudi finished speaking, he paused.

"Qiao Xiaoxi, you will die from this mouth sooner or later!"

Qiao Xiaoxi glared at Zhao Wudi.

"Everything my master said is true!"

Zhao Wudi said coldly: "That's true. Find a troublemaker and let it fly to the capital and explode."