Augustus Road

Which friend gave me the 9000-word update ticket? While expressing gratitude, Sulla firmly said: "I can't do it! ::\u003e_\u003c::"

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"This won't work, Carapis, do you understand? The swiftness and force of any movement are regulated by breathing. As the philosopher said, breathing air makes people feel the soul, life and cognition. You must practice heavy infantry running to regulate your chaotic breathing."

Heavy infantry running is a unique military sport in ancient Greece. The contestants are naked and wear a heavy infantry helmet on their heads to comfort themselves. After that, Carapis had to wear this extremely shameful outfit every day, first running around the battlefield, and then running around the entire sacred forest. , he insisted on moving forward under the eyes of the slave girl without blushing or beating his heart. As for Tyranion, he sat in front of the precious flower, watching Carapis running naked, constantly changing his requirements, and the shame was getting bigger and bigger: "Speed ​​up."

"Slow down."

"Change speed at the bend."

"Jump on one leg."

"Backwards."

"Sprint."

"......"

Finally, the most shameful one came - Tyranion took out a small silver flute from somewhere and shouted: "Run to the rhythm of the flute and adjust your breathing at any time." Then he sometimes blew the flute soothingly, sometimes blew it vigorously, and then Carapis, in a celestial posture, circled the pavilion among the male and female slaves pointing and pointing at the academy, following the rhythm of the flute, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, one circle after another.

"Huh!" Karabis's fist hit Korykos. This originally extremely heavy guy actually shook obediently. Karabis trembled slightly with excitement, and then he punched a few more times. Korykos gradually followed the rhythm of his fists, accepting the control and manipulation of his whole body strength, "moaning" one by one. Karabis felt more and more pleasure in his heart. He adjusted his breathing and pace freely and hit Korykos hard.

Tyranion beside him hummed twice and said, "Some parts of the human body are very hard, such as the forehead, fists, elbows, and knees, but some parts are very fragile, such as the eye sockets, back of the head, lower abdomen, armpits, and of course the crotch. The key to fighting is to use the strongest part of your body to quickly hit the enemy's weakest part."

"Even the crotch..."

"Yes, there is only one rule that violates the rules in fighting, that is, twisting and hugging together. For the rest, attacks on any part of the body are reasonable and effective, until the enemy extends two fingers to surrender. But I guess most enemies don't have the opportunity to extend their fingers." Tyranion looked at the small sundial at the entrance of the battlefield and said, "The teaching time is almost up again. The happy time that Karapis spends with you is always short. Work hard."

Karabis was very excited. Could it be that I can become a master?

"Oh, I forgot to say, stuff the korykos with soft rags immediately, and sprinkle some slippery fine sand on the floor. It's not hard to find it, there are plenty of sand fields - you have to step on it and hit it. Finally, continue to insist on the heavy infantry race every day to train your endurance and explosive power." Tyranion seemed to remember something, raised his finger slightly, and then left with his hands behind his back.

Karabis sat down on the stone slab of the arcade dejectedly...

It must be said that with fine sand under his feet, he couldn't stand steadily at all. He couldn't punch after standing firmly. Even if he punched, he couldn't hit the korykos. Even if he hit it, it would swing around with soft cloth stuffed on it, and his punches didn't hit the flesh at all. Karabis, with sweat all over his face, became more and more angry. He was not the kind of person who would get angry at will, but he got angry now. His originally rhythmic punches were like crazy turtle punches. In the end, he yelled angrily and sat on the ground panting.

"Stop, stop. That's right. Tyranion has repeatedly warned that the essence of fighting is to use the strongest part to strike the weakest part. However, people are different from this korykos. They can dodge and block. In addition, the different terrains will also have a great impact on the performance of fighting. The most important thing to hurt others is not to charge bravely, but to stabilize and stabilize the DPS, to stabilize the DPS that is not affected by any external factors. This is probably the purpose of Tyranion stepping on the sand." After thinking it through, Karabis adjusted his mentality and emotions, slowly stood up, and continued.

After a while, when he saw Karabis still swinging his fists freely on the fine sand and beating the soft cloth korykos vigorously, Tyranion nodded with satisfaction and said slowly: "Replace the broken glass slag immediately and step on it. Change the inner core of the korykos to linen."

"Nima!" Karabis smiled on his face and shouted in his heart.

Just two days before he was to report to the Temple of Vesta for work, Kelly appeared in front of the gatepost of Tyranion College and waved to Karapis who was running.

After getting dressed and coming out, Kelly's first words were: "Why are you wearing a helmet while running?"

"This should be a Greek tradition." Karapis explained.

"Then you have to be careful. There is a tradition in Greece that an old man like that will stare at your buttocks and salivate while playing the flute." Kelly finished his advice and said: "The patron wants to see you, or to put it bluntly, Ma But I hope to see you - because the patron's wife Claudia has returned from Baia and is arguing about the construction of Villa Prima."

After bidding farewell to Tyranion, in the courtyard of Lucula Spadin Hill, Calabis saw Claudia for the first time, Claudius's sister, a sinister and beautiful woman who had been there a few years ago. Surrounded by famous hairdressing maids, with a pure gold snake-shaped ring on his white and tender arms, he sat elegantly on an armchair under the grape trellis, gesticulating to Luculas on the side, "Am I, as a Crow, People from the Di family, your wife, don’t even have the right to suggest the planning of Prema? I don’t like this villa looking like a farm in the countryside, with fish ponds, barns, fig orchards, and your brother. Ridiculously whimsical idea, if it were built according to Marcos’ ideas, I would refuse to live here.”

"Then I am very happy. Anyway, my dear wife, you stay on the yacht on the beach of Baie every month and on leap days, taking the charming girls with you, getting drunk and lustful, and displaying the glory of your Claudius family. , like your precious brother, if you will be the mistress of Prima, I would rather live with Marcus alone." Luculas had no room for compromise.

Claudia was so angry that her lips trembled, and she could no longer hold it back any longer: "As a noble lady in Rome, what's wrong with having several lovers! Didn't you invite a lot of lovers to your banquet?" As social butterflies, we are all trying to expand glory and power for our respective families, and making lovers is just one of the means. That's why I suggested building Prema into a large social paradise, digging out a man-made lake, and allowing small boats to float on it. There is a huge restaurant and kitchen, and we hire excellent chefs from the East. Is there anything wrong with my arrangement, but you dote on your brother Marcus like this? Marcus, what are you going to do? What kind of ridiculous place has Prema built?" Claudia glanced at Marcus, who was groaning at the side.

"..." Marcus shrank his neck and didn't dare to make contact with Claudia. At this moment, he saw Calabis with his hands crossed on one side, and he came to him as if he was seeing a savior. A pleading look.

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