Saint of the Confucian way

In the barracks of a group of adult men, such a lovely little boy suddenly appeared, which aroused the sympathy of many rough old men.

"Brother Xu, I think forget it. This boy can be trained in the military camp. He is also an egg. Our Terrans lack such children!"

"Yes, Xu Ying School, just punish him for running two more laps a day. Half a boy, it's time to grow up, so don't deduct the food."

"Look at this child. How pathetic it is. It reminds me of my son. Alas..."

Many people helped Zhang Jingan intercede, and Zhang Jingan was warm in heart.

"In the military camp, orders and prohibitions are strictly enforced, without exception! Shut your mouth and go back to the school! I just begged for mercy. After dinner, run 20 laps quickly, and I can't double tomorrow!" Xu Cang was not polite, but glanced at Fang Yun inadvertently before he spoke.

The crowd sighed and gradually dispersed and continued to fight and endure.

Zhang Jingan's face was black and blue. He endured his anger and grievances, climbed up the first stake and continued to jump.

More than ten years later, he heard a cry. Zhang Jingan fell to the ground because of distraction. This time, he was prepared. He just fell a stake and was not hurt.

"Go on! Don't be lazy there! I'll practice shisuo!" Fang Yun said coldly and left.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang!" Zhang Jingan answered loudly, his voice full of anger.

Fang Yun went to the place where he practiced the stone lock. The stone lock is small and large. The minimum weight is ten kilograms and the maximum weight is more than five hundred kilograms. However, generally, no one uses it over two hundred kilograms. It's not that it can't be held, but it's too harmful to the body and is not suitable for long-term practice.

The premise of physical endurance is that the body will not suffer irreparable damage.

Nurtured by vitality, people in the literary world are as strong as those in the Shengyuan mainland, but in the absence of Zhuang Xing poetry, only a few soldiers can dance stone locks of more than 200 kg.

Some people practicing stone locks slowed down and looked at Fang Yun coming. Several people even put down the stone locks.

Suddenly someone sneered, "isn't this the famous anti seed Hanlin? Why, come to spy on the Terran military?"

"What are you looking at? How many people died because of you bastards?" a man with big arms and round waist wanted to rush over and was stopped by other soldiers.

Fang Yun seemed unheard of. He went to two 500 Jin stone locks, picked up one in each hand, and then began to practice various techniques, such as forward throw, reverse throw, back throw, hand connection, finger connection, shoulder connection and so on.

Fang Yun has read about these skills of practicing stone locks in the book. He has only practiced them occasionally before, but has not practiced them for a long time. He is a little rusty.

Everyone looked at the huge stone lock thrown by Fang Yun, as if it were alive, flying in the air, whistling and blowing. Everyone was stunned. The person who wanted to fight Fang Yun just felt his legs weak.

"No wonder its name is Zhang Longxiang. It turned out to be a natural power!"

"I've heard that this man is really stronger than others, but I didn't expect it to be so big. After ten years in prison, he can still play 500 Jin stone locks. It's powerful!"

"Unfortunately, he is an inverse seed!"

"Be careful! Since he was released by the king of Chu, he must not be the reverse seed."

"No, why lock him up for ten years? He's not an inverse seed. Where's his father?"

No matter what those people said, Fang Yun turned a deaf ear and bent on fighting and boiling his body.

At first, Fang Yun didn't feel anything, but as he practiced, he found that he was comfortable. Under the pressure of such a heavy stone lock, his body got excellent exercise. Although people are not as good as demons, the stronger their body is, the more useful they are in battle. Even if this enhancement is only one or two percent, they may save lives at a critical time.

In the process of practicing Shi Suo, Fang Yun not only focused on reading in the world of strange books, but also occasionally took a look at Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an was getting worse and worse. He kept falling from the stake and even hit the stake several times. His whole body was blue and swollen in many places, but he always insisted on biting his teeth.

In less than a quarter of an hour, because the wound was too big, he was given gold wound medicine by the military doctor and wrapped the wound with gauze.

After bandaging, Zhang Jingan continued to walk the plum blossom pile.

Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an's back and smiled.

Plum blossom pile looks relaxed, but it is actually far more difficult than stone lock or other methods, because stone lock can increase from light to heavy, and plum blossom pile requires not only high skills and experience, but also strong body.

Zhang Jing'an is only a child anyway. No matter how big he is, his steps are limited. The plum blossom pile is definitely the most difficult way for him to fight and endure his body.

Soon, the gong sounded, and all the people of the Third Battalion gathered together, including Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an.

Fang Yun and Zhang Jing'an are ordinary long spearmen. They each hold a big gun and stand in a row with other spearmen to practice long gun skills under the command of the captain.

Fang Yun has already practiced and is handy. Not only that, he can also learn by analogy during practice, which is helpful to speak and talk.

But for Zhang Jingan, a long gun twice his height was his nightmare. His hands were too small, his strength was too small, and his skin was too tender to adapt to the heavy long gun. His hands were soon red, but he had no choice but to practice hard.

Not long ago, Zhang Jingan's whole body was soaked with sweat. His hands were numb and clumsily waved his long gun. He was very uncoordinated and eye-catching in the whole team.

After the people practiced their marksmanship dozens of times, the scholar captain praised: "Zhang Longxiang's marksmanship is a model of our team. Everyone should learn. As for Zhang Jingan, we need more training."

Zhang Jing'an lowered his head in shame. He tried hard to perform well, but he was too tired. His feet were vain, he was sweating, and his whole body was weak. The long gun fell off his hands many times and was scolded.

However, Zhang Jing'an kept from crying.

After practicing marksmanship, each team began to practice the military formation. Under the command of Xu Cang of the battalion school, they either played flags, or beat drums, or burst spring thunder on their tongue, or whispered in secret, so that the soldiers could change the formation, charge back, disperse and gather, etc.

This is still a piece of cake for the other side. Even if you haven't learned it in some places, you can judge it instantly according to the actions of the soldiers around you, even faster than many slower soldiers.

For Zhang Jing'an, the military array drill is a bigger nightmare, because he doesn't understand anything at all. Others move forward, he moves backward, others move left, he moves right, he is either bumped into or thrown away. Most of the time, he runs after the big army alone.

He kept gritting his teeth and holding back, but when he saw the cold eyes of Fang Yun and Xu Cang, he finally couldn't help it. Tears rolled down and his eyes were hazy.

"Woo..." Zhang Jing'an was crying, carrying his two tall long guns and running around in the team.

At the moment, Zhang Jing'an is as helpless as a dog chased by a lion.

Except Zhang Jing'an, the team of 500 people was in good order. No one changed for Zhang Jing'an. Even if he knocked Zhang Jing'an down, no one helped him up.

This is the barracks.

At the last moment, Zhang Jingan finally couldn't support it. He sat down on the ground and didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The dust and tears of the school field mixed together, turning Zhang Jingan into a small flower face.

He sat blankly on the ground and looked at the 500 elite soldiers moving forward and backward, moving sideways and changing formations. He was envious and ashamed.

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