My Virtual Kingdom of God

Zheng Dong smiled when he heard Zhao Mengqi's playful words.

The two chatted and laughed, Zheng Dong got to the point, and began to teach Zhao Mengqi Zhuanggong. When entering the teaching session, Zhao Mengqi became serious.

"I have basically finished teaching you what I should teach you. Apart from standing in the correct posture, the horse stance needs more to be realized by yourself. I have told you the specific methods and experiences. The rest depends on whether you can get started. yourself."

Zhao Mengqi nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Zheng, during this time."

Although Zheng Dong has been in contact with Zhao Mengqi for less than a week, the two get along well. Zhao Mengqi has a cheerful personality and does not have the temper that the eldest lady imagined.

"That's right," Zhao Mengqi seemed to think of something, "I will transfer your tuition fee to you later."

"Lesson fee?"

"That's right, didn't Coach Qin tell you? Ten thousand per class."

"How much?" Zheng Dong thought he had misheard.

"One class is 10,000, a total of 70,000." Zhao Mengqi was a little embarrassed, "I know this price may be a bit low..."

Zheng Dong didn't catch a word of what was said after that, the number '70,000' echoed in his mind.

How can you make so much money as a martial arts coach? !

"Cough, Meng Qi," Zheng Dong coughed, "Did you practice swordsmanship before?"

"right."

Zhao Mengqi didn't know why Zheng Dong got involved in sword practice, and looked at him suspiciously.

"To be honest, swordsmanship is actually my best skill." Zheng Dong's face was full of sincerity, an expression of earning money.

Zhao Mengqi was amused by Zheng Dong's appearance, "Yes, yes, Mr. Zheng is the best swordsman in the world!"

Seeing that Zhao Mengqi didn't believe it, Zheng Dong walked to the weapon rack, took a wooden sword, drew a sword flower, and said with a light smile, "Try it?"

"Really?" Zhao Mengqi glanced at Zheng Dong, but she had heard from Qin Wushuang that Zheng Dong knew nothing but martial arts, "Okay, just try it, the one who taught me swordsmanship was Zhong Ruixue, a master of swordsmanship Teacher, I'm afraid you won't succeed."

Holding wooden swords, the two walked to the center of the training ground and stood three meters apart.

"drink!"

Zhao Mengqi gave a soft drink, raised her sword and stabbed.

In Zheng Dong's eyes, Zhao Mengxue's sword was full of flaws in terms of strength, speed, and angle.

As soon as Zheng Dong raised his hand, the long sword directly met Zhao Mengqi's sword body, and with a light swing, Zhao Mengqi's offensive was resolved, and then he stabbed with the momentum, and the tip of the sword touched Zhao Mengqi's throat.

"Is it strong?"

"powerful!"

"Do you want to learn?"

"I think," Zhao Mengqi reacted, "I will pay you the price of the previous swordsmanship teacher... No, I will add another 10,000, and I will pay you 50,000 for a class."

Zhao Mengqi was sincerely convinced. It was true what she said before that she learned swordsmanship from Chong Ruixue, and she has learned swordsmanship for two years. She can't say how good she is. At least she can compete with her original teacher.

But when it came to Zheng Dong's place, she was defeated with just one move. Frustrated, she couldn't help arousing her strong desire to learn. She must learn such a strong swordsmanship.

Zhao Mengqi has loved swordsmanship since she was a child, but her family did not allow her to wield knives and guns. It was not until she was in college that her family relaxed her control, so she could learn swordsmanship as she wished.

She learned to stand in order to enhance her strength and physical fitness, so as to better learn swordsmanship.

"it is good."

Zheng Dong suppressed the excitement in his heart and agreed, "From tomorrow, I will teach you swordsmanship."

"Yes, Teacher Zheng!"

Zhao Mengqi's words from Mr. Zheng were much more serious than before. Obviously, Zheng Dong's swordsmanship convinced her.

The two agreed on the time of teaching tomorrow, and Zheng Dong left.

Walking to the gate of the manor, Zheng Dong found a stylish car parked there. Standing beside the car was a gentleman-looking man wearing rimless glasses. The man was holding a bouquet of roses. He seemed to be Zhao Mengqi's suitor.

Zheng Dong couldn't help looking at the man, he dared to pursue Zhao Mengqi, a local tyrant, and he was also a local tyrant, Zheng Dong muttered in his heart, and walked away from the man.

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, our lady said she doesn't see any guests."

The manor housekeeper said with a smile on his face.

"Butler Wu, is that man just now a friend of Ms. Zhao's?" He asked, pointing in the direction Zheng Dong left.

"Mr. Wang, you know, I never ask about Miss's personal affairs." Butler Wu directly prevaricated.

"Butler Wu, excuse me."

Not only did he get rejected by Zhao Xueqi, but he also got stuck with a housekeeper. The man surnamed Wang was full of gloom.

Back in the car, he told the driver in a bad tone: "Send someone to check the identity of the man just now."

Although he was extremely upset, the person who could walk out of Zhao Mengqi's house could not be a simple person. It would be an idiot's behavior to make trouble without investigating. Wang Wenhao is not an idiot.

Zheng Dong, who was walking home, didn't expect that he would be followed by someone for no reason. He was holding his mobile phone at the moment, happily looking at the balance in his bank card.

"A local tyrant is a local tyrant, and he gave me 70,000 yuan for seven classes!"

It has to be said that the 70,000 yuan has greatly relieved Zheng Dong's financial pressure, and finally he doesn't have to think about selling silver taels on the Honghuang forum.

Thinking of this, Zheng Dong couldn't help but blush. He was still thinking about whether to sell silver taels on the Honghuang forum to ease the economic pressure.

Humming all the way back to his rental house.

Zheng Dong discovered that since he obtained the Book of Truth, he, who had not had much entertainment, has completely become an otaku.

Life is two points and one line, work, go home, and then either stay at home and play with the virtual kingdom of God, or travel to other worlds to develop believers.

Tucao return to Tucao, Zheng Dong is still the same as usual, the first thing he does when he gets home is to check his divine power.

Followers: 369

Divine power: 104

Zheng Dong saw that he had as much as 104 points of divine power, and he was excited. After so long, his divine power finally reached three digits.

Secretly telling himself not to be proud, Zheng Dong closed his eyes, and his consciousness once again came to the barbarian tribe in another world.

At this time, it was evening in the other world, and the sunset glow dyed half of the sky red.

Under the sky, Zheng Dong's believers dragged the newly woven fishing nets, sang strange songs, and kept dragging fat sea fish ashore.

In the tribe, the elderly and women are busy placing the cleaned sea fish in the tuyere, ready to dry them.

The children of primitive tribes were busy collecting dry firewood. If Zheng Dong's guess was right, they were going to have a bonfire party.

Zheng Dong was very proud when he saw this peaceful picture, and he was a part of the credit for this peaceful picture.

The believers were immersed in happiness, completely unaware of the approaching danger.