Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Lei Gong's voice was sonorous and powerful. After speaking, he turned around and left without any explanation.

"Pretending!" Daisy cursed in her mind and continued to pretend to be dumb.

As a former writer, I rely on my personal knowledge reserves every day to compete with the total knowledge reserves of all my book friends. Astronomy, geography, medicine and horoscopes, from burning glass to make gunpowder, to political economy, culture and folk customs, over time, all kinds of miscellaneous knowledge are accumulated. Know a lot.

She knew very well what Lei Gong said about Mao Shi.

After looking at her "temporary residence", the other party made it clear that "temporary residence" meant that she was unqualified and would be kicked out.

She raised her hand three times as she walked by, and she didn't know if the master of philosophy saw the Kunlun Elder's ring on her hand.

According to her estimation, she was probably pretending not to see it. The small house in front of her was not as big as the bathroom in her villa, but it was very clean. There was no noisy Datong shop to entertain her, mostly for the sake of the elder's ring.

The man in Tsing Yi automatically made up a lot of prophecies in his mind. Daisy felt that she met several conditions in the few words. She was a little unsure. Was she the real protagonist of the prophecy or was she an intruder?

After thinking that she still had plenty of time, she decided to take a look at the situation first.

After putting down her backpack, the bed was still clean. She lay on the bed with her clothes on. After lying there for a while, she felt something was wrong. This Kunlun routine was very deep and she was almost deceived.

I got up and searched the room, and found a set of white training clothes and a red belt from the wooden cabinet.

It's very similar to what those "magicians" in Kama Taj wear, and the fabric looks similar, except that Kama Taj is gray, here it's white.

Daisy thought maliciously, could it be customized in one place? She followed the Romans and wore short-sleeved jeans for fear that others would not know that she was from the outside world. She quickly changed into clothes and put on a belt.

The linen was very rough, and she felt uncomfortable when wearing it, but she managed to endure it. However, she rummaged for a long time and found no shoes. Don't people here wear shoes? She finally found a pair of things that looked like "foot clothes", maybe they were socks? It needs to be laced. Shoes, right? No soles yet.

In order not to affect tomorrow's Mao Shi operation, she wore it directly on her feet.

I walked around in place for two steps and it wasn't too uncomfortable. Then I just lay on the bed and thought again. Is the Mao hour here the same as the Mao hour in the outside world? What if they insist that Mao Shi is the ugly time in the outside world?

Daisy thought about it over and over, and found that there was too little information in Lei Gong's words to analyze his specific likes and dislikes. Taking advantage of her high mental strength, she simply stopped sleeping and closed her eyes slightly to listen to the sounds outside.

When she heard movement from the outside world, she sat up instantly.

Considering that she was still the "protagonist" in the prophecy, they theoretically should not steal their equipment. Daisy left her sword, shield and armor in the room, and opened the door with only the vibranium wristbands and the atomic cutter.

She lived a little far away from the martial arts training ground. After a quick glance around, she was the only resident.

Daisy walked along the corridor to the courtyard. The linen clothes were very uncomfortable. She did not have the ability of ancient chivalrous women to wrap their breasts with white cloth. She had to wear underwear. Fortunately, the fabric was thick and the light-colored sports bra could not be seen from the outside.

This footwear was a little uncomfortable when walking on the road. It was made of thin material, and she was afraid of exposing her toes with too much force, so she had to adjust her walking pace and rhythm.

When she adjusted to a suitable pace, she walked right into the middle of the courtyard.

The courtyard is extremely empty, and the ground paved with bluestones is thick and solemn. The master of philosophy whom I met yesterday, Mr. Lei Zhenggong, is standing in the middle with a broadsword on his back. He folds his arms and silently waits for everyone to come to attend the morning class.

When Daisy entered the courtyard, several young disciples were already present. Without exception, they all had bald heads, bare upper bodies, wearing cloth trousers, and bare feet. They all sat cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed.

From a distance, Daisy thought she had arrived at the Shaolin Temple.

There were three people sitting at varying intervals from north to south. It was obvious that there were strict queue divisions and she could not jump in line casually.

She doesn't know anyone. Is she a complete transfer student, or is she a self-proclaimed transfer elder?

Sitting cross-legged was definitely unsightly, and sitting on her knees made her look inferior. Daisy looked around and saw a big tree not far away. She jumped up and sat on the trunk of the tree, waiting to watch Mr. Lei teach.

From time to time, bald disciples would see her being a different person, but Lei Gong didn't say anything, and they all pretended not to see it.

But there are still some small discussions among acquaintances.

"Who is that woman?"

"I've never seen it before..."

Some people think that she is a new disciple because she is wearing a training uniform, while others think that she is the teacher who replaced Lei Gong because she is sitting in a tree.

Among the Asian-faced disciples, one person caught Daisy's attention. This was a Western-faced man. Even though he was still young, he had already shown the tendency to have a beard. He had curly hair and was not too tall.

Compared with the surrounding disciples who were sixteen or seventeen years old, he looked a little thin. His face, growing environment and language created an obvious gap between him and the disciples around him.

Is this the next generation of Tekken? Daisy knew that he, Danny Rand, was the heir to the Rand Corporation. Unfortunately, his family encountered an avalanche while traveling, and she was the only one who survived.

Now that his group is secretly controlled by the Hand, he has been reduced to the point where he has no home and cannot return.

It can be seen from his future experience that he worked as a follower for Spider-Man and played a role in the Defenders. In the eyes of the Cyclops White Queen, he was not even as good as a soldier. Danny Rand had a similar experience to Batman. , but without Batman's mind, he is the weakest Iron Fist, bar none!

Soon after, all the disciples arrived. Daisy thought about it for a while, but still didn't want to go on. The fact that she was wearing a training uniform represented her willingness to learn. As the "protagonist" of the prophecy, she had a two-way choice. She also wanted to see how powerful Lei Gong was and whether he was worthy of her. study.

The result was a bit disappointing. Lei Gong led everyone to practice martial arts, just like those martial arts schools in indescribable countries. Things like horse stances, punches, shapes like cranes, and movements like leopards, these things are not worth learning at all for Daisy.

The shouting sounds overwhelming, but what about the reality? After getting rid of Thunder God, Daisy can defeat these thirty disciples with one hand.

Not surprisingly, the man in green is the boss of Kunlun, his name is Venerable. What exactly does he want to learn from Mr. Lei? Copy the experience of the previous female Iron Fist and become a contemporary Iron Fist to face the Phoenix?

Daisy didn't understand the language and couldn't figure out how they arranged it. After a few glances, she felt a little uninterested. She put her head in her hands, crossed her legs, and lay on the tree trunk to think about it.

The roars of the disciples were like a lullaby. While listening casually, she felt a little sleepy. Realizing that this was not a place to sleep, she hurriedly drove away the sleepiness, but she still couldn't help but yawn.