[Slow Wear] Assassin System

Yuguang Zhongzheng: I'm angry!You wait for me!

How many years have passed, and Miao Xuan finally took the system to dig up the database one day, pulled out a series of teaching materials, and prepared to resume his duties as a teacher.

When he was a teacher for the first time in Bailixuan, he had a group of younger brothers and sisters who were resistant to beatings, followed by mysterious demons who retaliated. Speaking of which, this should be the third time he has been a teacher.

Another child of Ah Qing died miserably, but he failed to catch up. How can this not make people feel sorry and pitiful?

And now Inu Chiyo's body has been replaced by a child from a later life, and I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse for him.

How old is Yuguang Zhongzheng?Even if he is an orphan who has a lot of eyes and a lot of experience, he will leak all his knowledge in front of Miao Xuan after a few back and forth.

According to the question and answer, Miao Xuan easily deduced the child's life experience and bizarre experience. When Yu Guangzhong was young, his hometown suffered a catastrophe. His parents and grandparents were all killed. Only he and his older sister, who was not a few years older than him, survived. down.

The hometown of Yu Guang's family was completely destroyed. At that time, the tsunami, earthquake and nuclear leak broke out at the same time. We grew up together in this small town.

Yuguang Tadamasa's mother's real name is Asakawa Ao, his sister is Yuguang Ningmi, and his father Yumitsu Tadanobu's name is exactly the same as that of Dewa country's daimyo. Xuan also had some doubts about whether this was reincarnation.

After all, this world is full of mysterious powers, there are many monsters, and religions and beliefs also promote hell, heaven and the afterlife. The idea of ​​reincarnation is quite reasonable...

【Brother Second!Math arrangement! 】The little system is pawing at the books with great interest,【A good daimyo needs to be able to fight, a good supervisor must be able to settle accounts, and if he wants to settle accounts and win battles, he must be good at mathematics! 】

Miao Xuan flipped through the books of system realization one after another: "What about your tongue twister?... It doesn't matter if you are good at mathematics, but you can consider using mathematics to cultivate the child's thinking..."

Yu Guangzhong was originally about to graduate from junior high school, but this bad boy has never read a few books. The real education level may have to be lowered for four or five years, not to mention basic subjects such as mathematics and Mandarin, and he doesn't even know much about history textbooks. Take a look.

No matter what era, no matter what the situation is, you can never go wrong by reading more history books, after all...there is nothing new in the world.

"We have to teach him the martial arts skills to strengthen his body first, and it's better to be more practical." Miao Xuan piled the selected textbooks to his side, "Spears, swords... He must not be able to handle these now, teach him body skills first." spells and daggers."

Miao Xuan himself used to be physically weak, and he has been practicing gymnastics for a long time. The effect of strengthening his body is good, and it can be effective whether he is running away or getting out.

And as for the dagger—this is to teach the art of killing.

A sickly ten-year-old child is completely unable to compete with an adult. Strength is a natural barrier, and even if he is taught a dagger, it may not be useful.

Yu Guangzhong does have a fighting foundation and pain tolerance, but after all, he is a child who grew up in peaceful times, and he may not be able to take this step when he should be ruthless.

Miao Xuan sighed lightly.

If possible, who is willing to teach a half-grown child to kill?But Yuguang Zhongzheng's situation is too special, and now he has no way to have a physical body to protect him. If this child meets someone with murderous intentions, these cruel techniques may save his life.

Then there is culture.

The art of war and training, commanding and coordinating, camping and formation, rough medical skills...Miao Xuan can teach these things, and his background is sufficient, it depends on Yu Guangzhong's talent.

Whether he will become a martial artist or a general in the future, whether he can have the stamina of a family governor, there are some things that cannot be taught. If Yu Guangzhongzheng is really a douchebag that cannot be supported, Miao Xuan also has a second plan.

"That's it." Miao Xuan stood up and clapped his hands, "As for singing poems, musical instruments and dancing, socializing... Yu Guangzhong will figure out his own way when he grows up."

He is just a sharpshooter with a language package but no emotion, so he needs to define himself clearly.

The small system piled up the books picked out by Brother Miao: [Brother Miao, what about Ah Qing's second child?that girl. 】

A few years later, Yuguang Ningning might be married, and it will not be easy to separate from the Houtian family.

"I can only communicate with Yu Guangzhong now..." Miao Xuan also finds this difficult, "If Yu Guangzhong can get out of the predicament in front of him, then it is possible to bring Ning Ning back, but it will take a long time. time."

In fact, after Miao Xuan manifested, of course he could go to Houtian alone, but he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

Judging from his previous experience of waiting for the death of two generations of the Asakawa family... Yuguang Zhongzheng's plan seems to be more reliable.

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Yu Guangzhongzheng has figured out the basic rules: Once he falls into a deep sleep, he will meet the man who calls himself "Dragon Spear" in his dreams.

To this day, Yuguang Zhongzheng still feels psychedelic, there are monsters in this world, and Fusangshen seems to be loyal.

Originally, he thought that Dragon Spear would only know spear skills, but he never expected that he has a good recuperation in many aspects.

This... This is not like a simple gun at all!

There was an unusually simple desk on the golden sea, and Yu Guangzhong was sitting behind the desk, holding a brush in his hand, copying an ancient book like a heavenly book in pain.

Inuchiyo's memory has been completely fused with him, and the education that child received has also flowed into Hamitsu Tadomasa's mind. It's not that he can't write with a brush now, but these books are still difficult to read.

A few months ago, he would never have imagined that he would learn the art of war with a gun.

Yu Guangzhongzheng boldly asked: "Aren't you Fu Sangshen with guns? Why do you know the art of war?"

Standing beside him, Miao Xuan looked through his homework and said solemnly, "Isn't this a normal thing? I'm not human."

Yu Guangzhongzheng looked puzzled: "Okay, the art of war still makes sense, but why do you even know the calculations of land, taxation, transportation...? Could it be that the weapons pay for the gods are all about internal affairs?"

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan continued to fool around: "The years I have experienced are long enough."

Could it be that you have lived so long that you can see everything?

It turned out to be a cultural relic... Yu Guangzhong slandered a few words, and continued to copy obediently. His goal was also to break away from Jinqian's control, and he was very active in learning from Longqiang.

After copying one article, Miao Xuanluo came over and explained it to others, and then checked his homework on internal affairs after the explanation.

Miao Xuan's experience in internal affairs is quite rich, and the examples he pulled out are all his own experiences. The ideal of the system has really caught sight, and Yu Guangzhong is forced to learn mathematics.

Of course, Miao Xuanjiao has approved a layer of skin, and simplified the number from derivation.

However, this child is quite smart, and he is quite savvy when studying under high pressure.

Learning cultural lessons in this dream world is the most efficient, but physical skills and self-defense skills can only teach theory, and the body's instincts cannot be trained.

This matter had to be resolved, and Yu Guangzhong knew that he could only rely on Fu Sangshen who didn't know where he came from, so he wondered when he would sneak to the warehouse again.

He lay on the table and looked sideways at his teacher: "Hey, if I give you some more of my blood, will you become stronger?"

"Please call me teacher." Miao Xuan turned a page, "Unfortunately, I don't know either—it's wrong here, you counted an extra digit."

Yu Guangzhong took a look and found that he had made a mistake.

"Huh? Teacher?...I hate teacher the most." He lowered his head and recalculated, but kept saying, "I still want to call you 'Dragon Spear'."

"You can call you whatever you want." Miao Xuan pulled out a chair and sat down beside him, "We will practice physical skills after this is finished."

"Physical arts! And this class!" Yu Guangzhongzheng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but look up at Miao Xuan, "What's it like? Is it the kind that can kill with one punch? Or is it that kind of 'Kung Fu' '?"

The little gangster has long been tired of cultural subjects, and he can't wait to start practicing martial arts immediately.

"It's a pity, it's not." Miao Xuan tapped his head lightly, "Keep counting, don't stop."

Yu Guangzhong was forced to bow his head: "I know, I know... I'm done."

Miao Xuan put away the tables and chairs after checking, and took out a dagger under the excited gaze of the young man.

Yu Guangzhong slowly squeezed out a question in his heart:?

Miao Xuan: "In addition to physical skills, I also want to teach you daggers, but here you can only learn skills, and you need to practice over and over again after you wake up."

"Wait, wait!" Yu Guangzhong raised his hand to stop, "Didn't you say you want to teach me physical skills?"

"That's right, but the physical skills I want to teach you are only teaching you how to escape, and the dagger is really for your self-defense."

Yuguang Zhongzheng still couldn't understand it, and even felt a little disgusted: "But why is it a dagger? This kind of ugly thing, shouldn't the weapon I want to use be your 'Dragon Spear'? Why this little thing?"

"It's a pity, because you can only hold it now, and the dagger is the most suitable for your body." Miao Xuan punctured his illusion, "And... my master is only Ji Jun's Asakawa family."

"Even if you can carry the tripod in the future, I will not be your weapon."

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Yu Guangzhong was waking up from his sleep, surrounded by a small dark room, the rich incense made people breathless, and the shadow of the guard was reflected on the paper window.

There was cold food beside his quilt... The maid would only replace the food from the previous meal when the next meal was delivered, even if it had been left overnight.

Yu Guangzhong didn't care about these things, he just felt anger and grievance squeezed in his chest.

what!What is "Even if you can carry a tripod in the future, I will not be your weapon." - How can there be such a gun?Was he not awakened by his blood?Although he is really not the son of Asakawa Qing in this era, but his mother is also Asakawa Qing? !

Then why should he teach him?

Yu Guangzhong was thinking about it, and sadly found that there were only two reasons why Longqiang was willing to teach him: one was his body, and the other was Princess Ningning who was in Houtian.

If Long Qiang wakes up beside Ning Ning, he will try his best to show up to protect them, so he won't say "My master is only Jun Ji's Asakawa family"!

Yu Guangzhong was used to domineering since he was a child, even if he was just an orphan, he was still a little overlord who had beaten all over the area around Qianfei Yingcho.

He understands what Long Qiang said, but he just isn't happy.

He raised his weak little palm and looked at it again, and after a long time he still sighed.

What Longqiang said was right - he was too weak, he might not even be able to hold an iron dagger, let alone run a few steps.

Yu Guangzhong was crawling out of the bed. He looked around the room and finally found an empty wooden shelf in the corner. These shelves were supposed to be used to place knives, and they were not light.

He walked to the shelf and started to warm up according to the method taught by Dragon Gun.

Just wait, until the day when he is really capable of carrying the tripod, Longqiang will definitely beg to recognize him as his master!

But having said that, what does it mean to be able to carry a tripod?

Yuguang Zhongzheng: ...

Yu Guangzhong wiped his face with hatred and continued his basic training.

The child's body was so weak that a set of movements was enough to make him sweat profusely. Yu Guangzhong was silently repeating what Longqiang taught him over and over again, until his body couldn't bear it, and then stopped the movements.

Yu Guangzhong was lying on the bedding like a dead dog. After an unknown amount of time, the maid quietly entered the room and changed the food and the urinal.

Yu Guangzhong was looking at the ceiling, feeling a little lucky for a while.

No one cares about Inu Chiyo, the strange maid is unwilling to communicate with him even a word, if there is no forced teaching like dragon gun, he may be driven crazy by this oppressive and closed environment.

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Yu Guangzhong left the teaching dream again, and was a little nauseated by the strong smell in the room. If he stayed in this room, he might not feel anything, but isn't there a golden ocean of dragon guns for comparison...

All the physical activities of the little boy have to be carried out in this small area. The smell in the small room is like a zoo that has not been cleaned for a long time.

Longqiang's boring cram school has lasted for several months, and I don't know if it's because of a different soul, Inuchiyo's body is getting healthier and healthier under this situation.

Yuguang Zhongzheng's own feeling is the most intuitive. He used to be unable to move after a few sets of training, but now he can persist for a short period of time without getting tired.

On this day, Yu Guangzhong was shrinking in a corner and silently writing what Longqiang had just instilled in him. Their internal affairs teaching had come to an end, and now the first part was the art of war that Yu Guangzhong was more interested in.

In the past, he thought that war was a larger group fight, but he didn't expect that there were so many ways in it.

Just then, long-lost footsteps sounded from the corridor outside.

The noisy human voice came, Yu Guangzhong was suppressing his nausea and buried himself in the bedding.

"Open the door!" A female voice ordered.

Immediately afterwards, the maids pushed open the door, and the spring sun finally shone into the small house like a breeding yard. Yu Guangzhong looked up and saw a noble lady surrounded by stars.

Very characteristic of the times, with blackened teeth and plucked and repainted eyebrows.

The lady looked down at him, she gracefully covered her mouth and nose with a fan, her eyes were filled with well-concealed disgust.

"You are so incompetent." She said slowly in a so-called elegant tone, "How can you treat my little son so harshly? Take him out quickly and change his clothes—no, wash him first."

"Hurry up, my husband wants to see him."