redvbooks Chapter 178 The Last Clothes
Chapter 178 The Last Clothes
Chapter 178 The Last Clothes
"So many of you haven't seen who the thief is?"
"That man's kung fu is so powerful, he kidnapped Mr. Super and Mr. Long in the blink of an eye."
"A bunch of useless trash, get off."
Those few people quickly left this dangerous place, maybe this powerful person would be unhappy for a while, and it might even kill them directly.
Zheng Xiu was very displeased, her face was filled with tears, and she looked at the half-dead Li Feng and Long Xiaocheng. It was such a miserable situation that she couldn't bear to look at, which made her feel like a knife. There were not many people she trusted and liked, and it happened that these two Everyone is the most trusted person.
Several doctors were busy, checking over and over again, feeling the pulse, and their heads were constantly sweating, because being stared at by Zheng Xiu made them very stressed. Zheng Xiu, because she is too poisonous.
Soon, after going through all the procedures, they shook their heads sadly, with very frustrated expressions.
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but twitched in his heart, and asked nervously: "Doctor Hu, is there any hope for this wind?"
Dr. Hu said: "I have tried my best, but I can only save his life, but I can't revive her, because his head was severely injured, and I can't revive him with my current ability."
"Is there really no other way? What about Long Xiaocheng?"
Dr. Hu described Long Xiaocheng's situation to him, which was similar to Li Feng's.
Zheng Xiu asked several doctors in succession, and all of them said the same, very frustrated.
Doctors said that there is no cure, and there is only one breath left. It is estimated that it can be suspended until now.
Ancient vegetative people basically had no means of survival, no nutrient solution, and poor care, so how could they survive.
"Poor Feng'er, he suffered such a disaster at a young age. Could it be that someone wants to kill him? Or someone wants to make me sad on purpose."
Zheng Xiu was a little heartbroken. She didn't like the feeling now, because she would have to face the King of Chu later. If it was like this, it would be a waste of money if she was disliked by the king.
Zheng Xiu looked around, these maids and servants, said: "You take care of them, I will go first."
"Yes, send the princess off respectfully." Everyone turned towards Zheng Xiu and saluted respectfully.
In Mr. Gongsun's mansion, Zhou Zihao is spreading out a large sheet of paper in his room, and he wants to draw the scenery of Sunset Pavilion in the form of oil painting.
For Zhou Zihao, tools are available anytime and anywhere, and he can take them whenever he wants.
Focus on every stroke and every painting, painting can cultivate the mind, pay attention to the picture stored in your heart, and then draw it.
The general framework has been constructed, the next step is to draw the details, and then the coloring can be done. It doesn't matter if you don't color at this time, because the paintings here basically have no color.
Oil painting, very popular in the West, was introduced into China later, especially after the Renaissance, which produced many great painters.
However, the more famous painters became famous only after his death. Like Mr. Van Gogh, a sunflower can be auctioned for a sky-high price.
When Zhou Zihao told his parents that he wanted to be a painter, he was severely scolded and even severed.
In the end, due to the cruelty of reality, I finally had to give up, because there is no money, the dream is too big, and it will always be just a dream.
Soon, the entire painting was completely presented before the eyes. Just looking at the uncolored picture gave people a very fresh feeling and made people forget to leave.
Fortunately, no one disturbed him, Zhou Zihao could play freely without being frightened by her startled voice to make his heart beat faster.
"Wow, the master is so powerful, he has practiced all the moves so quickly."
Song Yan cheered happily, he had long been looking forward to the end of the endless sparring training soon, Sui Chaozi would try his sword with him after every practice.
Sure enough, after restraining himself from the nest, he pointed to Song Yan and said, "Disciple, practice with me as a teacher."
Song Yan instinctively took a few steps back, like this every day for the past few days, and began to follow the nest without coherently playing Mozi's swordsmanship. After that, he couldn't imagine that the coercion became stronger and stronger. Flying, his clothes were torn several times.
Due to the face of the master, I dare not speak out directly, so I can only try to keep up with the pace of the master.
Song Yan's swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot, and his level should be on the same level as Sui Nest's before.
Sui Chaozi saw him retreating far away, and shouted: "Why don't you come here? Don't you want powerful swordsmanship? In the future, it is better to rely on young people like you to carry forward the Mohism."
"Master, can we not compete today, okay...?"
Song Yan was hesitant to speak, feeling anxious, but seeing the master's eyes, he held back again.
Seeing him like this, Sui Chaozi asked: "If you have anything to say, just say it, hesitating, and let the teacher guess."
Song Yan said: "I only have this set of clothes that fit me today. If I get ripped apart by you again today, I will show myself shirtless."
Hearing his words, Sui Chaozi was a little embarrassed, and then promised: "This time, I must be careful, as a teacher. As soon as your sword leaves your hand, I will take it away immediately. How about it?"
"No, absolutely not."
As soon as Song Yan heard Sui Chaozi say this, his heart turned cold, because it was like this a few times before, every time he believed, every time he was disappointed.
And it got worse every time. If it weren't for the relatively small number of people in this yard, Song Yan would have been ashamed to see people.
Sui Chaozi immediately made an embarrassing face, no longer embarrassed to pester his apprentice, so he could only think of another way.
Song Yan said: "I just heard someone say that Mr. Zhou and Miss Suqin have been back for a long time, and they should be free at this time. Go and see if he is free."
Sui Chaozi's eyes lit up. Although he called him a junior, Zhou Zihao can be regarded as half of his master for the guidance he has received these days.
"Then I'll go to my junior brother right away. You practice hard here. When you have time tomorrow, remember to go out and buy more cloth to make some clothes that fit you." Sui Chaozi took out some silver taels from his bosom, handed it to Song Yan, and took it with him. Sorry to say.
Following the nest, he walked towards Zhou Zihao's residence, like a child, clamoring for a sword competition, with such crazy energy, he could do one thing well.
People are not crazy, it is difficult to succeed, and they are simple-minded and rush forward.
However, Song Yan knew that even if the master had mastered all the moves, he was still no match for Zhou Zihao.
Because no matter which move Zhou Zihao uses, he can surround people with swords and cause harm to others.
"I hope Zhou Zihao won't abuse the master too badly." Song Yan didn't want to suffer another misfortune with the nest, if he suddenly became obsessed with the special research, the date of his departure might be postponed further.
"Young master Zhou is here, go in by yourself." The servant who led the way pointed to the closed door of the study and said.
"Okay, thank you." Sui Chaozi said.
He didn't bubbly knock on the door because that would create a bad impression.
(End of this chapter)