It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Mo Wuming hadn't rested for a long time after returning to the inn, when he was called out by his roommate Yanzi, with rare excitement and haste in his tone: "Quick, Wuming, the shopkeeper called us all to help."

"What's so urgent?" He asked while putting on his shoes, "I haven't seen you work so actively before."

Not paying attention to Mo Wuming's teasing at all, Yanzi rubbed his hands with bright eyes and said, "The shopkeeper has got several boxes of weapons, and he wants to pick someone to train martial arts. It is said that he hired a master."

"Do you know why the shopkeeper is doing this with such a big fanfare?"

"Whatever he does, I want to learn martial arts, I dream about it, I don't care what I do. I won't tell you, hurry up, I have to be active."

"Hey..." Come on, I've never seen Yanzi be so passionate about one thing, maybe it's his luck.Putting away his unfounded worries, Mo Wuming rushed to the rear gate after him.

Many guys in the back hall came. The weapons included not only swords but also guns. A group of men watched and discussed enthusiastically, as if they were already majestic generals or well-known heroes in the world.

The shopkeeper clapped his palms and shouted loudly: "I've seen enough, hurry up and move to the warehouse first."

The guys moved when they heard the sound, or moved directly with weapons or boxes.

Mo Wuming also joined in the effort, and Yanzi and Yanzi carried a heavy box to a corner of the warehouse.After putting down the box, Yanzi clapped his hands, leaned on the box and exhaled, "It's really heavy".

Looking at Mo Wuming, who was calm and composed, he became jealous: "Wu Ming, you don't look strong, why are you so energetic?"

He doesn't look strong, and he has six-pack abs. Well, maybe he has done a lot of work, and he has gone up and down the mountain and rivers a lot. He has a good body.Besides, he also insisted on exercising. If it wasn't for the limitation of muscle structure, he would have a proper eight-pack abs.

Not caring about Yanzi's sour words, Mo Wuming pulled him up, checked the buckle, and dragged him out: "There are other things, don't stand in the way here, don't you want to behave well and let the shopkeeper Pick yours?"

Yanzi obediently gave up struggling, stood up straight, intending to make himself alive: "Yes, I want to practice martial arts", and walked in front of Mo Wuming.

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Fang Mian has been meditating daily since Mo Wuming went to work.

At noon, eating food that was inferior to Mrs. Du's craftsmanship, I really didn't have much appetite, so I only took a few bites.

Putting down his chopsticks, he stared at Jialiu who was eating rice, feeling very sad, "Practice No.12 a thousand times in the afternoon."

"Ah, master, I..." What's the matter?I don't want to practice!

Before he could swallow a mouthful of food, Jialiu pursed his mouth, staring at the master's back miserably, hoping that the master's conscience would be summoned.

However, no!Jialiu took a few mouthfuls of food in frustration, he had offended someone with this trick, and treated him like this.

No.12 style refers to one of the basic sword moves. It is not tricky and difficult to learn, but the movement is very simple. What's more, it is the most exhausting style. It has to be repeated a thousand times. Such a boring behavior is exhausting. He got it.

Jialiu was crying and eating his rice, thinking that he would stay far away from his master, maybe how he would be recruited.

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After paying the price, Mo Wuming bought two fish, and drove the ox cart straight home. He was also a little tired this day.

"I'm back." Of course, the first sentence when you go home should not be out of breath.

Jialiu had just reported to his master the things in the teaching and the news from various parties, and was being asked to check his homework, when Mo Wuming shouted to save him.

When the master turned his head to look at him, he tried to put on a wooden face to show that he didn't take pleasure in it.

After being liberated, Jialiu happily ran out and gave Mo Wuming a big hug: "Mr. Mo is back, please teach me how to put this cow, you go into the house and rest."

"No, no need...fish, fish", Jialiu enthusiastically interrupted the refusal, and Jialiu grabbed the rein in his hand and pushed him towards the house.

Why is he so enthusiastic today? When a big lump rushed towards him, he really scared him. If it wasn't for being unable to hide... He glanced back at Jia Liu, he doesn't like to hug people.

Pushing open the door, Fang Mian stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back. Basically, after his injury got better, every time he saw him sitting cross-legged in meditation, or standing in front of the window, I don’t know what he was thinking. Jialiu knew how to jump around all day long. Woolen cloth!Brother Fang's life is really boring.

Mo Wuming greeted Fang Mian and changed into a coat and a pair of shoes.

"Brother Fang, the weather is nice today..." Following Fang Mian's gaze, he looked out the window, "Ah, it's just a little boring, it's good to go for a walk."

Well, today is a cloudy, dreary day.

"I bought two fish, what do you want to eat?"

Fang Mian lowered his eyes, the last one was delicious, and then...

"Steamed, red wraps, sweet and sour, stewed soup, you can all do it." There are thousands of ways to cook fish, but these are the bad street ways that he is good at.

"Red wraps, stewed soup." Fang Mian looked up at him.

"Ah, it's just... good," he didn't intend to eat two fish at once, lasagna tears.

"Then I'll clean up and do it." Fang Mian replied calmly, "Go for a walk in the yard."

Seeing Fang Mian nodded, Mo Wuming walked out quickly, not knowing where Jialiu had taken his fish.

Not in the kitchen, not on the courtyard wall, not even by the well platform, where is Xiao Liu?

"Little Six, Little Six?"

"Mr. Mo, you are looking for me."

Turning around and seeing Xiao Liu, Mo Wuming looked curiously, where did it come from, of course he is not a very curious person, "Where did you put the fish I bought?"

"Fish? I didn't let it go."

"Didn't let it go?!" Well, probably still in the bullock cart, he cast a disgusted look at Xiao Liu, this poor kid.

Jialiu: What happened to him?Hey, Mr. Mo, you bought fish, can we eat boiled fish today?Mr. Mo's craftsmanship is good, it's even better than the ones in the store, looking forward to it! ! !

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A dish of red fish, a dish of fish in sour soup, a dish of fried pork with potatoes, a dish of freshly fried seasonal vegetables, let’s add some small cucumbers, and it’s easy to serve with rice.

Jialiu smelled it just now, after practicing for so long in the afternoon, the tough man was also hungry, and Mo Wuming just put the plate, Jialiu flashed in.

"It smells so good. Mr. Mo's craftsmanship is really good. I'll serve it."

"...All right", seeing Xiao Liu's gaze on the dishes and smiling, Mo Wuming didn't stop him, cleaned his hands and followed to the main hall.

I passed by the window of the back room and glanced, "Brother Fang, it's time for dinner. You ordered red fish and fish soup, and you also took a small cucumber. Let's serve."

"Ah."

Originally, Mo Wuming thought that making so much, the portion was not too small, and he couldn't finish it, so he wanted to persuade him to have a meal.

However, looking at Brother Fang who is slow but not slow, and looking at Xiao Liu who is eating rice in his mouth, good guy, a bowl of rice just goes down like this.

Well, if he persuades him again, he won't have his share, eat first as a respect, did these two guys go to rob and didn't eat! !

I ate a meal so steadily, and after eating, I realized that I was, uh, a little stuffed, and couldn't stand up.

Xiao Liu quite self-consciously packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash up, he didn't want to stay under the same roof with his master.

Fang Mian saw Mo Wuming sitting slumped on a chair, unconsciously caressing his stomach with both hands, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Go out to digest food."

"Okay, whoops", Mo Wuming clearly felt Fang Mian's smile, this is mocking him, isn't it?

Seeing Mo Wuming twisting and dawdling, Fang Mian readily reached out to help him.

"Hey, I want a gentleman to help me..." Damn, Mo Wuming watched the slender and beautiful hand float past his eyes and hit the back of his neck.

Lift him up from the chair easily and comfortably...!

"Stand still."

Mo Wuming grimaced, turned his head to look at Fang Mian's face faintly, his eyes fell on the hand holding his collar, stood firm, and the other party let go of his hand little by little.

Knowing martial arts is great, it’s great to be able to mention a man who weighs a hundred pounds at will, don’t men lose face?

Fang Mian looked at Mo Wuming honestly, seeing that the other party had been looking at him quietly, and said comfortingly: "Okay, you can go, let's go for a walk." His eyes were full of smiles, and he took the lead walked out.

Mo Wuming: ... Isn't it a walk?Digest?What are you doing walking so fast, no one taught you not to exercise vigorously after meals, ah!

Walking slowly, Jialiu reappeared out of nowhere and grabbed Mo Wuming who was about to follow Fang Mian into the house.

"What are you doing?", breaking away from the hand that was pulling his back shirt, what's going on today, is the clothes so easy to pull, turned around and faced Xiao Liu, "What's the matter?"

"Yes," Jialiu folded his arms and squinted at Mo Wuming contemptuously, "I taught you sword moves in the morning, do you still want to learn?"

"Learning", this is a serious matter, brother Fang's ability to lift hundreds of catties with ease, and Xiao Liu's elusive and intimidating movements, you must learn, and you will be energetic immediately.

"Okay, it's in the yard, let's start." Hmph, I've practiced the No.12 pose a thousand times, no matter what, your treatment can't be too low, come on.

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