When the author meets the villain BOSS [Transmigration Book]

The life of a child is simple and bright, and a lot of tricks can be made after lunch.

Mu Bai ate and chatted with the people, and then the few kids started to compete who could eat more and faster, trying to grab the title of "food bucket" with all their might.Mu Bai looked interesting, felt that he couldn't separate himself from the crowd, and was aroused a little bit of childlike innocence, and joined the ranks of eating hard. In the end, he ate until his belly rounded, and he felt that the food filled his throat.

Fortunately, children have a strong digestive function, and it is estimated that they will be able to eat another cow in a short time.

After a meal, several little radish heads regarded Mu Bai as "one of their own".When washing the rice bowl, several people taught Mu Bai how to use water to spray a small rainbow in the sun.Although there is no sun now, the little ones have told Mu Bai their secrets, that is, the angle and amount of spraying water, and their interest has not diminished at all.

Ever since Mu Bai was hiccupping, Nangong Qingyan frowned, not understanding why he participated in such a meaningless and hurtful "competition".Later, when I saw that those people who were on a cloudy day taught Ah Bai to "manufacture a rainbow", I found it even more unbelievable. I always thought that Ah Bai would be fooled, what should I do?

Just as he was undecided whether to go forward and pull Ah Bai away, he turned around and smiled at him, showing a few small white teeth: "Nangong, can you do this?"

Nangong Qingyan subconsciously shook his head.

Mu Bai smiled and waved: "Then come together."

I don't want it, it's so childish.Nangong Qingyan thought to himself.But when he saw other people's expectant eyes and tentative greetings, he walked over involuntarily.

Several little dolls lined up, lowered their heads to drink the water in the rice bowl, and then sprayed a row of small water splashes against the dark sky, just like little whales in the cottage.

Until the end of the lunch break and leading Mu Bai into the Martial Arts Hall, Nangong Qingyan was still puzzled, what is the charm of the silly water spray activity?Why can you make yourself inexplicably happy?

Glancing at Mu Bai who was looking around curiously, he twitched the corner of his mouth quietly.Probably because Mu Bai is very happy to play everything, and he looks very interested, which makes him feel fun too.

From the moment he entered the Martial Arts Hall, Mu Bai felt that his eyes were not enough.He was dazzled by the people who were practicing inside, the various long and short weapons on the weapon rack, and even the layout of the martial arts hall itself.

The martial arts hall occupies a large area, the building is very tall, and the inside is very empty.The architect's ingenious design allowed the skylight from all sides to come in through the roof, and several patios were opened in the middle, making the field bright.Even if it is rainy, it will not be too dark.

As soon as you enter the Martial Arts Hall, there is a large horizontal plaque in the most conspicuous position, which reads "Stop fighting for martial arts".The bottom is bare, and there is no couplet added. It is about to warn everyone, these four words have been exhausted.On the other hand, there are some hung on the big dark brown wooden pillars in other places, with content such as "Beginning to practice boxing must be dictated, and Kungfu can be self-taught without rest".

Naturally, the weapons on the weapon rack could not be magic weapons, but they also looked many times stronger than the ones in the previous life that looked like they could be broken at a stroke.What's more, this is the first time that Mu Bai has seen such a complete range of weapons. With a quick glance, there are dragon swords, single-hook guns, wild goose feather guns, etc. There are no more than a variety of guns.Not to mention all kinds of long and short knives, such as Yanyue knife, hook sickle, simple knife, single knife, double knife, machete... everything.Needless to say, swords, the most popular weapon, are long, short, wide and narrow.

Apart from conventional weapons such as knives, guns, halberds, whips, maces, and sticks, there are also some strange shapes. Mu Bai saw a crab-like iron guy with teeth and claws, and he didn't know how to use it.

Most of the people who joined the Qing'an School have great enthusiasm for martial arts. Many people came to practice during their lunch break. Mu Bai was about to take a closer look, but he saw the little guys speeding up their pace one by one. Running around, although I don't know why, I had to run along.

Mu Bai followed everyone and ran through most of the martial arts hall, watching the rows of shiny weapons getting farther and farther away from him, and finally stopped in front of a row of...pocket wooden weapons.A short, fat middle-aged man with a short mustache looked at them with a wide smile.

The little radish heads all stopped and saluted respectfully, saying hello to Mr. Kang.

Mu Bai: ...

There is a feeling that the eyes are full of delicacies from mountains and seas, but what is served in front of me is porridge and side dishes.

A group of people quickly started the afternoon class. In fact, the eagerness in the blood subsided, and Mu Bai couldn't help laughing.

Food needs to be eaten bite by bite, and kung fu needs to be practiced bit by bit. The martial arts masters in the novel can hurt people by flying flowers and picking leaves. Apart from their extraordinary talents and their own adventures, they must also be inseparable from hard practice and the guidance of famous teachers in the early stage.Just like a calligrapher who practiced calligraphy at the beginning, he must practice every stroke in a regular manner. If you really let you play as you like, then you may be able to set up a small stall in Tianqiao in the future.

If the Qing'an School of martial arts always taught a set of fancy boxing and swordsmanship from the beginning, and let the children swallow jujubes without asking for understanding, then when they grow up, they will probably only be able to sell Dali pills on the street and perform chest crushing boulders What's more, there is no Qing'an sect that is famous in martial arts today.

Sure enough, although Mr. Nakang didn't know whether he had special skills, he was very serious and meticulous in teaching the basic skills.In the first half of the class, the little ones followed everyone in Mu Bai, spending time in a low pile that looked like a horse stance.

Mr. Kang knew that Mu Bai was new, so he explained the essentials of the movements very carefully, and even posed for him with his hands.He shielded Mu Bai's back with one hand, and gently touched his neck, shoulders, waist and hips with the other hand, and told him to relax his whole body as much as possible.

Compared with Mr. Guo, Mr. Kang, who looks like a big and thick man, is as gentle as spring breeze and rain.

This seemingly simple action is actually extremely tiring.Mu Bai's forehead was sweating quickly, and the two struggles were about to go down, but this was the world he had built one by one. Knowing that the more it was like this, the more he had to persist, he just gritted his teeth and stood up. She fell down, her little face flushed red.

During the short conversation during the meal just now, Mu Bai knew that other people came to the Qing'an faction at different times.Some have been studying since childhood and have already practiced the basic skills for four or five years. Some have only been here for a year or two, and some have only joined for a few months. It takes a while for children to adapt to a strange environment. The foundation is slightly better.

It is difficult for children to concentrate for a long time.If it is a game or something they are interested in, they can probably stay a little longer, but this kind of standing for a long time is obviously not in this category.Soon, a few people showed bored expressions, but they seemed to be afraid of something, and they didn't dare to show it too obviously.

A few were purely exhausted, their little faces flushed and then turned pale, and the sweat of the winter dripped down their chins, forming a puddle in front of them.One of the children who asked Nangong calligraphy why he was so good in the morning was one of them. He was on the verge of falling for a long time, but finally he was too late and sat down on the ground with a puff.

Mr. Kang shook his head, muttered, "The foundation of the body needs to be strengthened", went over to help him rub his limbs, and helped him sit aside.

Seeing that naughty Xu Rui, his eyeballs rolled around, showing a little excited expression.Several children beside him winked at him, but he showed a resolute look.

Mu Bai didn't understand the reason for this heroic sacrifice, but he gritted his teeth, showed a painful expression, and let his waist and hips sink by another three points.Immediately, his flushed face turned purple, and the sweat poured down his face like a waterfall.

? ? ?This is?Mu Bai was confused, and when he looked up, he saw Nangong's expression of "this living treasure is here again", which made him even more confused.

Soon, Xu Rui's neck was flushed red, and his whole body became disheveled like autumn leaves in a strong wind. When Mr. Kang sent the previous child to the bench, he also knelt down on the ground.

Mr. Kang squinted a pair of small eyes and turned around: "You can't stand anymore?"

Xu Rui gasped for breath, the sweat on his forehead was still rolling down crazily, and he nodded weakly, as if he couldn't even speak.For a while, Mu Bai didn't know whether his situation was real or not.

An unknown light flashed in Mr. Kang's eyes, but his face became softer: "Well, then let Mr. help you."

(⊙o⊙)! ! !Xu Rui suddenly opened his eyes wide, jumped up in shock, staggered and fell back again, but still struggled to remember, and hurriedly said: "First... sir, I can continue to stand up, Really, I dare not have Mr. Lao."

Mr. Kang laughed until he couldn't see his eyes: "It's nothing, it's just a matter of little effort."

He picked up Xu Rui, separated his legs, pressed his figure, and put a super low pile directly, and then reached out and brushed several parts of his waist and legs very quickly.

It's over, it's over, once again my acting skills are not good enough!Several of Xu Rui's friends showed horrible expressions.

Seeing that the upper body began to wave wildly like a madman, but the lower body was firmly nailed to the ground and could not move an inch, Xu Rui, who was almost foaming at the mouth, Mu Baimo fell silent.

The promised spring breeze turns into rain, well, that seems to be an illusion.

Mr. Kang also helped a few children who quietly raised their bodies to steal a little lazy to put up a super low pile, so in the following time, everyone was honest.Mu Bai desperately endured the needle-like feeling from his leg, not daring to move.

He has also been in contact with that thing in his previous life, and even if he insists on it for a minute, he feels like he has died a hundred times a hundred times.He came here for the first time, and he didn't know how long Mr. Kang's punishment was. If it was half an hour or something, he would definitely die!

It's better to recognize the reality earlier, and don't challenge Mr. Kang's eyesight.

On the contrary, Kang Rong looked at him calmly for several times. This newcomer was much calmer than he imagined. Generally, the first day a child would cry within three to five minutes, but this little guy Can you stand down like everyone else?

Quietly probed Mu Bai's vest again, only to find that the child really had no foundation of internal strength, and thought he had discovered a martial arts prodigy.Mu Bai thought that Mr. Kang was reminding him to adjust his body shape, for fear of being punished, he tried to make his posture more standard.

He he he really can't hold it anymore, how long is it, hello?