Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 456
Chang Duanxuan paused, turned his head and said to the three named disciples behind him:

"Just now you have been watching in the illusion for 40 years. From the precarious unknown pawns to the tycoons who call the wind and rain, people go up and down, generals do good things, people go before and behind, Yama Bodhisattva does it, the world of mortals has gone through, the iron armor is still... If you have experienced many things and go to a few more places, you will know that no matter where you go, it is nothing more than those people and those things.

"I'm not worried that you will suffer due to lack of experience in the future. If you just travel and play, you can go to the known worlds, but this is not enough.

"The foundation of our sect is based on martial arts with fists and feet. In the future, when you walk in the world, you will inevitably have to speak with your fists.

"Speaking is an art, talking about this art..."

Chang Duanxuan turned his head, stretched out his hand and nodded to Liang De and Sun Xunqiao who were opposite him and said:

"You two senior brothers are experts."

Senior Brother Liang and Senior Brother Sun bowed their hands and said, "Thank you, thank you."

"In the days to come, you and your two senior brothers will learn how to speak."

"Yes!"

"It's not too late, let's start right away. As a teacher, I still have some things to discuss with you, Uncle Yuan, so I won't repeat myself."

After Chang Duanxuan finished speaking, he drifted away, leaving only a few messages from the primordial spirit for Liang De and Sun Xunqiao:
"Ade, take care of them for me."

"Understood, Master."

"Xunqiao, beat me to death."

"???"

Why did you ask me to beat someone? I still want to have a good relationship with the two junior sisters.

Sun Xunqiao Martial Dao Yuanshen sent three question marks in a row, but did not get any response from Chang Duanxuan. He looked at Liang De with "Is this reasonable?" written in his eyes.

Liang De picked up a cigarette: "What are you looking at, or you come to treat me and beat me?"

"That's fine."

Sun Xunqiao got up and walked to three quarters of the work-study school, and patted their shoulders one by one.

"Junior sister, junior brother, let's eat first, tell me what you want to eat, eat something good, and when you are full, let's start class."

A certain junior raised his hand first and said:
"Brother, I want to eat ice-roasted three-layer meat, Tangzhuo Dongxingban, hand-cooked crab meat crispy cakes, baked fresh morels with shellfish and stewed conch slices soup with green olives. The staple food is rice. Remember to use Huanren Jinzhu Rice, let me tell you, Huanren is the number one rice outside the Guan, Wuchang and Panjin can only be said to be..."

"I didn't fucking ask you!"

……

Liang De rubbed his stomach, used his natural power to empty his stomach, and then took out his mobile phone and sent a bunch of unfiltered food photos to someone.

It's not that it won't be added, but it doesn't have to be added.

In the past, a good dish paid attention to the completeness of color, fragrance, shape and meaning, but now, it also pays attention to whether it looks good when photographed.

However, good-looking dishes are not necessarily easy to photograph, just like good-looking people are not necessarily photogenic.

Many Bianan chefs who are good at luminous cooking are blurry because the content of radioactive substances in their works is too high. From a distance, they look like luxurious wings in low-quality web games. After a long time, they will irritate the eyes and affect the audience's popularity. , so it is difficult to get a ranking.

Of course, Sun Xunqiao, the chef of the other side, would not make such low-level mistakes. Every angle of the dishes he cooks is carefully considered, and even how the diners place their chopsticks is also in his calculations. , Using the Galaxy S20 Ultra will not overturn the car.

Simply sharing the trivial things in life will only "read and can't reply +1", so after sending the photos, he added another sentence "I'm full, ready to start work and engage people".

Will this sentence be answered?
Not necessarily.

Perhaps the woman would not reply, and wait for him to say what kind of job he was doing.

Alas, it's easy to get a thousand soldiers, but hard to find a fan. I really want to find Teacher Yu Qian, the queen of cross talk, to be my girlfriend.

The mystery of the mysterious man is that his childhood sweetheart of more than 20 years can't predict her next step. Rather, what he is most familiar with is that she can't predict.

Just because those who are familiar with her can't estimate it, Mr. Liang made second-hand preparations. After he finished eating, he asked Sun Xunqiao to pass three-quarters of the relevant information about the training to the alumni of Sheng Wuxu's private high school. group.

The information exchange platform where hundreds of original practitioners reside—despite being in the water most of the time—that woman will definitely keep an eye on it.

So she must already know what she's talking about, and won't wait to explain further, and then... Then he can't predict what will happen.

Liang De looked at the phone screen and turned his head left and right, like a fox with a big tail staring blankly at the ice before jumping.

Read, the other party is typing, and then...

Mysterious man: "Why do you go around in circles and ask Sun Xunqiao to post?"

Liang De tapped his phone, "How did you find out?"

"Sun Dog Shuiqun never sends more than [-] messages. You edited and sent it to him just now." The mysterious man replied.

It turns out that the flaw is here.

Alas, in the final analysis, I still suffer from the lack of education of the second senior brother... I can't help it, it's time to show my profound chatting skills!

Mr. Liang moved his qi to the dantian, pierced through his ten fingers, and sent a message like flying:
"I don't want to send you a long story, I can handle everything here, and I don't need to let you know, I just think of you suddenly, and then I will post something.

"Suddenly thinking of you counts as thinking of you?"

Can't read back, the 298th time this week.

Ha ha, as expected.

Mr. Liang first intercepted the picture of "The message has been read" and sent it over, and then asked:
"I can't read it back, does it mean: Got it, I miss you too."

"Mystery man:……"

"Mysterious Man: How to turn off the read and unread function?"

……

World No. 977 on the other side, Black Iron Forge Star, the headquarters of Mo's Heavy Industry.

A new message flashed on the light screen in front of Shen Shiyu.

"Liang Xiaochoi: There is no such option in the APP settings, why don't you ask the manual customer service of Tongxu Group?"

... The artificial customer service of the Tongxu Group is speaking such unnutritious bad words again!

Shen Shiyu habitually popped up a burst of internal energy to turn off the light screen, and the ice-blue light rainbow that flew towards the close button stopped halfway.

There is no need to reply to this kind of nonsense, but... But this way, I can't read it back.

She opened the drawer, took out the lotus cake from her assistant Xiao Zhang, took a picture and sent it.

"Eat this later, and then go to the clean room to check the samples."

"Liang Xiaochoi: Got it."

you!
……

Baby, I still can't cure you?
Liang Dezhi put away his mobile phone triumphantly, and walked to the new training ground with his hands behind his back.

On the 9-square-kilometer Heishi boxing ring, Sun Xunqiao saw that Liang De had arrived, clapped and pulled his hands, and posed a fist frame with empty steps and bright palms. Showed the air of a master.

"Let's go together, I don't use martial arts primordial spirit and I don't need internal energy, if I can't beat you with three moves, I'm the loser."

Before he finished speaking, the black stone bricks under his feet suddenly arched, and a scarlet saber aura burst out from the ground!

　1. Wuwu, the tide of pulling the hips subsided again, and the nest is back again_(:з」∠)_2. Time to push the book!Sacrifice a copy of "Quadruple Split" written by a friend. It has more than 400 million words and can be killed! ('') 3. Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)