One Piece: The Journey of the Divine Girl

Wen Qing received a notice and waited in the marshal's office to deal with it. When he saw the Warring States grandfather who came back with an angry face in front of him, he was still a little inexplicably weak, his head was lowered, and the fingers of his back hand twisted around, and they were almost knotted.

Hearing that his granddaughter was going to be punished, Karp immediately rushed to the office, pushed open the door and sat on the sofa with ease, and beckoned Wen Qing to sit next to him.

She sat next to her grandfather, resting her head on him and wrapping her hands around his arms. She frowned slightly, the corners of her mouth turned downward, and she looked aggrieved.

It can be seen that the anger accumulated after Sengoku received the call has completely disappeared.

He said calmly, "Wen Qing, you beat the Tianlong people?" Although it is a question, it is actually telling the truth.

Karp and Yourong patted her on the back, "It's worthy of my granddaughter!"

Sengoku's forehead was bruised, "Karp, I'm not praising her!"

Karp picks his nostrils, "It's not a big deal." Warring

States wiped his face, "You are always like this, Wen Qing has learned your bad habits."

Karp was not happy to hear this, clasped his hands to his chest, turned his head and snorted, "It's obviously a good habit."

Warring States didn't want to have anything to do with him, so he asked Wen Qing directly, "What's the matter?"

Wen Qing was angry when he thought of it, his head left Karp's body, and he sat up straight, "He wants to take me back to be his child concubine."

Karp tapped the table, "What? Which is it? I'll fight again. As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and stood up and walked out, looking like he was going to do a big job.

Sengoku also slapped the table, "Sit down for me!" "

After two heavy blows, the table finally couldn't bear it anymore and cracked. Sengoku is really distressed, and he has to spend money to get a new table.

"It's bad enough, don't mess with me!"

Karp was unconvinced, but sat down anyway.

Wen Qing said again, "That Tianlong man still wants to kill all the people who intercede for me, so I made such a heavy hand."

Her back was no longer straight, her head hung down, her hands were on her knees, and her voice was like crying, "Am I doing something wrong?"

Sengoku sighed, "Hey, something has happened, and I still have to give an explanation." You will be punished for writing a 2,000-word review, imprisoned for seven days, and banned from promotion for three years.

Wen Qing looked up in surprise, "Really? Thank you, Grandpa Sengoku! After

speaking, he slapped his hands with Karp next to him, and it looked like he had colluded in advance.

He really can't do anything about these two grandchildren, he expected it.

Wen Qing didn't forget to give the Warring States a big hug before going to the confinement room to accept punishment.

Karp patted Sengoku on the shoulder and laughed, "It's really my good brother!"

Sengoku waved his hand away with a look of disgust.

Wen Qing was still a little excited on the way to the confinement room, she hadn't seen it yet.

followed the staff around and around and finally arrived at room 307 where she was held.

It's not big, it's simple, but you can still live. It's that the room is dark, after all, there is no window, and after staying for a long time, I am afraid that I will not be able to distinguish between day and night.

After seeing the seven-day inn, she sat cross-legged on a straw bed and began to meditate. It's quiet, there's no sound, it's a place you can't find the same feeling outside, and she's going to have to take the opportunity to feel it.

So except for eating, she almost kept this position the rest of the time. Sometimes the staff who came to check on her condition wondered if she had never moved, and she was relieved when she saw that the food was empty.

In fact, Wen Qing's situation is better, she feels that she has found a new research direction, and if she understands it, her strength will definitely go up to the next level.

These days, she barely feels any moving objects, except for her own body, or rather, her own body.

The frequency of her heartbeat, the subtle sounds of her internal organs working, gradually became clear and audible in her mind.

There seemed to be a sprout, but she still didn't grasp the most important point, and it was useless to continue on, so she had to turn to another breakthrough - breath.

Everyone's breath is different, or it feels different from the "breath" of other things around them, so you can feel people and movements within a certain range when you see and hear colors.

But what if you spread the breath of people in the things around you? Won't you be able to hide yourself completely? Of course, this is still an assumption, and she needs more time to adjust her approach.

With the rest of the time, she concentrated on studying her breath, and sometimes forgot to eat. By the time the final plan was decided, seven days had passed.

She walked out of the building, the sun was shining, her eyes hurt, she raised her hand to block the light, and then took a shortcut from the roof to return home with a moon step.

After Wen Qing came out, I felt that I couldn't stand it, and everyone was going to be sour, so hurry up and take a bath!

This time, she washed for an hour and a half, smelled the fragrant shower gel on her body, and then put on her pajamas and lay on the bed, and the whole person fell into the soft quilt.

In the confinement room, she had been studying new moves, but she had not had a good rest, and now she was back home, and she fell asleep in a few seconds.

She slept until the early hours of the next morning, before dawn. But she also slept enough, so she got up and practiced in the garden, watered the flowers, and drank a cup of tea leisurely before changing into a military uniform and going on patrol.

While on patrol, she met a store she knew after walking for a long time, and she smiled and said hello, but she didn't expect the other party to show a frightened expression at first, and then start to shed tears again.

She hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" What's the trouble?

When a big man heard her familiar words of concern, he cried out loud, "We, we thought that you were killed by the Celestial Dragons!" "I spoke intermittently, but I could understand the meaning.

Wen Qing couldn't cry or laugh, and comforted, "It's okay, I won't die easily until the people of the world have a good life." "

Because she was confined, she didn't show up for seven days, which made everyone think that she must have been killed, and they were heartbroken. I didn't expect to see her again.

On this normal morning, she patrolled as usual, greeting them.

What a surprise that she was okay.

Some people also asked how the matter was resolved in the end, and Wen Qingzhi said that she had to write a review, be locked up, and not be promoted for three years, but these are not things.

Seeing her alive, the residents were relieved.

But thanks to someone asking, otherwise Wen Qing would have forgotten to write a review. After getting off work and writing the patrol log, she looked at the blank letter paper and bit the tip of her pen to meditate. How do you write this thing? She didn't write about it.

She couldn't figure it out, so she raked her ruffled hair casually and decided to find someone to give advice.

First of all, she thought of Uncle Pheasant, who seemed to have this thing on his table.

After the pheasant learned of her intention, she scratched her head and directly showed her several reviews of her subordinates.

Wen Qing compared it and found that the review was to first talk about what happened, then say that he was wrong, and then talk about what was wrong and how to correct it in the future.

Wen Qingcai was stuck in the confession link, and she asked the pheasant, "What did I do wrong?"

Pheasant lifted his blindfold and thought for a moment, "You shouldn't have hurt him so badly."

Wen Qing was distressed, "I didn't do my best, he was too weak."

"That's not going to work either."

"Okay."

So Wen Qing continued to write on the paper: I was wrong, I shouldn't have beaten him to scream. After all, he is a weak chicken and can't bear it, so she should be a little more forceful....

At the end, it is written: In the future, I must pay attention to using appropriate force to beat people.

She breathed a sigh of relief and counted the number of words, and it was only one thousand and five.

She handed the review to the pheasant, "There are still 500 words left, and I can't squeeze out the content." In

fact, the pheasant did not write a review, so he could only say, "Let's make up the number of words and copy the improvement measures several times."

Wen Qing felt that what he said was reasonable, so he nodded and buried himself in copying.

After finishing, I folded the paper, put it in an envelope, wrote a "review book", and prepared to take it to my grandfather of the Warring States tomorrow.

It's just that when the Warring States received it the next day, their faces were full of black lines. What is this written?,Just make up the number of words.,What is "the main fault is not me, but I also reflect on myself", what is "he should be beaten, but he should not be beaten in public, he should be educated in private"...

Is this a review? Is this a reflection? I didn't think I was wrong about that.

However, it just looks cool.