Peerless Pirates

Seeing that Pang Ying's expression was not very good, Song Zheng smiled and said, "Your Majesty, don't be impatient. Look here, if your next white stone hits, the black stones can be separated below, but there are several big dragons of black and white.

Together, if you don't have enough computing power, you may be unpredictable. (Read the full text of ancient ancient books).

Instead of doing this, it is better for you to take a step above and block the way for the black flag to march into the center below, and maybe create some space in the center."

Pang Ying stared at the chessboard closely, frowning and said, "Golden-horned silver-edged grass belly, the black space next to you is so big, even if I can make some space around the middle, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

Song Zheng chuckled, "As the chess proverb goes, 'The master is in the belly.' Gao is not just about encircling the space in the midsection. The key is how to compress the opponent's space while encircling the midsection. Therefore, we must use some means. These

The method is Tesuji. Please see, Your Majesty, you have Bai Zi in the Tianyuan position to support you, and you have already taken advantage of it.

It's a big bargain. You only need to place a little bit here below. In order to protect this space, I have to search for roots on the second road. If I just block it at the top, you can fly one step lower first, and then enter the corner. As of now

In this situation, in order to protect another empty space, I will definitely let you live. In that case, the huge black empty space will no longer exist."

Pang Ying thought about it for a moment, "How about I just pay the money?"

"I'm afraid not. If there is no external support, if you directly take the corner, it will be a robbery. Although this robbery is not serious, it will drag down the following chess game."

Pang Ying stared at Jiao for a while and said, "If I were alive Jiao, you would be very powerful (Yuan's youth)."

"What are you afraid of? You Tianyuan has a piece. No matter how strong my external position is, you can still attack me calmly. Even with the safest shoulder charge on this side, you can take the black piece down to three ways, and this corner

The black pieces on the outside are so thick that they can’t play a big role at all.”

Pang Ying laughed loudly when he heard this, "It seems that I, a son of Tianyuan position, really got a big advantage."

"That's natural. If you have a son in the Tianyuan position, you can at least take advantage of Zhengzi to the greatest extent. If I form a four-corner piercing heart, it will be impossible."

"Okay! I didn't expect that I would learn a lot from playing chess with Master Song. It's still early for this game, so there's no rush!" Pang Ying smiled again, seeming to understand something through the chess game.

Song Zheng did not respond, but gently twisted the chess piece in his hand, feeling the smooth feeling.

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After coming out of the palace city, Song Zheng returned to Fengzhuyuan. Several large houses were built in Fengzhuyuan now, occupying almost half of the entire courtyard. The strange thing is that these houses are not high, only ordinary.

Half the height of the house. And on top of the house, instead of a tile roof, there are countless straw curtains.

In those open spaces, several open spaces were also opened up, and all the original bamboos were cut down.

A good Fengzhu Garden was ruined like this, and Song Zheng was a little embarrassed. If Wei Buzhou knew about it, he would probably scold Song Zheng. However, in order to plant poppies, Song Zheng couldn't care less.

At this time, a large pot had been set up next to the original small pond. Several dark things were rolling in the boiling water, and a strange aroma wafted out of it.

"Xiao Lang, how come these things have become soft?" Ming'er took out a piece of something from the pot and poked it with a long chopstick (read the full text of Bookworm No. 1).

"Softening? It's normal. It will still harden when it cools down." Song Zheng smiled nonchalantly and took out a long cigarette stem from his hand. This cigarette stem was about two feet long and five feet long.

It is divided into thick and thin, and the whole body is brown and black. The cigarette holder is turquoise, which is actually a piece of fine emerald. The smoking pot is made of sterling silver, with a kind of deathly gray in it.

An hour later, the water turned into a muddy yellow. Feeling that it was almost done, Song Zheng asked Ming'er to fish out the things. At this time, all the raw opium had turned into cooked opium, and the color had deepened a bit.

"Leave one piece and cut it into small pieces. Each piece is about two minutes wide and three minutes long. The rest should be cut into the size of a quarter of a green brick and wrapped in oil paper and cowhide."

"Yes! Young Master!" Se'er said with a smile.

After hard training in Huangyue Manor, both Ming'er and Se'er made great progress. Song Zheng also asked Shuiding to make two daggers about the same size as fish intestine swords for them, which were hidden on their calves.

.In addition, he also made two small coiling dragon sticks for the two of them according to the style of nunchakus of later generations. For these two "disciples", Song Zheng naturally taught them carefully and taught them almost all his skills.

After half a year of training, Ming'er tanned a bit, but her appearance became more majestic. However, Se'er couldn't tan at all. At most, she only exposed a layer of skin. After a few days, her skin was as white and tender as ever, which surprised Song Zheng.

.Because of Song Zheng's "virtue of passing on the art", although Se'er was still laughing and joking, she still fulfilled Song Zheng's requirements to the letter.

Having accepted the lesson learned when they met Huang Yue last time, during this period of time, except for training in the wild, the two of them rarely left Fengzhuyuan. Even if they went out, they had to change some of their faces to make them less stunning.

Song Zheng naturally didn't want others to know about growing poppies. Therefore, he only entrusted the yard to Ming'er and Se'er to take care of it. Xiaosi, Qingshan, Xiaoping and others were allowed to come and see the flowers except during the flowering period of poppies.

They are not allowed to come here. Therefore, everyone in the Song Mansion knows that Young Master Song Zheng planted many beautiful flowers in Fengzhu Garden, but he just treated them as ordinary flowers. He did not expect that these things were poisonous.

Ming'er and Se'er carefully cultivated poppies according to Song Zheng's method (my master is Wang Yuyan, read the full text). After the first few poppy seeds matured, they were all planted, and soon they developed into a large area. After several months of nourishment, Ming'er and Se'er cultivated poppies carefully.

, this piece has matured. In the past two days, Song Zheng asked two people to take out the milky white juice from the poppy fruit, and after drying, they got four or five kilograms of raw opium. Just now, it was processed into cooked opium.

"Have all those seeds been taken out?"

"I took it out and will plant it tomorrow. In addition, the charcoal for the winter is still a little short. Sister Ming'er and I will buy it the day after tomorrow." Se'er replied with a smile while waving his dagger, "This time

With so many seeds, we can probably plant the whole yard.”

"Don't be busy planting them yet. Tomorrow I will ask Xiaosi to go to various restaurants to collect some fishy things like duck feathers and chicken bones and bury them in the ground. After half a month, I will plant the seeds."

"Haha, Xiaolang, we've done it."

"Done?"

"Yes," Se'er said proudly, "remember those cattle and sheep slaughtered outside the city?"

"What? You brought those things in?" Song Zheng was a little surprised. During the training in Huangyue Manor, Song Zheng got some livestock and asked them to slaughter them with their own hands in order to cultivate the bloody nature of Ding Long and others.

It was exactly the same when training Ming'er. After slaughtering

, naturally eating meat. What he didn't expect was that Ming'er had the intention to transport all the unwanted internal organs and fur into Fengzhu Garden and bury them deep in the ground. No wonder there was a smell in Fengzhu Garden in summer.

There was a faint smell of corpse. Song Zheng didn’t pay attention to it at the time, and here’s why.

"Sister Ming'er taught me to do this. I originally wanted to buy some chickens, ducks, fish, or a cow and bury them directly."

Song Zheng smiled and said, "Ming'er is not as prodigal as you. Since you have thought of it, I will give you a bull to deal with next time you train."

Se'er's face changed, "Sir, can you let me and sister Ming'er come together? Last time, that big bull almost hit me (the one)."

"No, you can do it yourself. You can't use a dagger, you can only use a stick."

"Ah?" Se'er's face turned even paler, "Master, you can't do this to me, I haven't practiced yet."

"To deal with a cow, you have to look forward and look back. If you were asked to kill a two-legged sheep, how could you do it?"

"Two-legged sheep? What is a two-legged sheep? Are there other sheep with two legs?" Ming'er and Se'er both looked over curiously.

"Oh, just cut off the two front legs of the sheep, and what's left is a two-legged sheep. Okay, you better get ready and see how you fight the cow tomorrow. Don't be so scared that you cry for help!"

"I don't know how!" Se'er defended. Ming'er looked at Song Zheng curiously, trying to get some clues from his face, but found nothing.

How did they know that the two-legged sheep that Song Zheng was talking about were people, or the death-row prisoners in Jiangning Mansion's prison. Huang Yue had bribed Jiangning Mansion, and when the death-row prisoners were beheaded, the executioner was Ding Long, who was trained by Song Zheng.

Others take turns.

It is now mid-September, and in one month, Ding Long and others will "leave the army." For these people, Song Zheng extended the training plan, purely to turn them into iron guards. In addition to regular training,

Song Zheng also asked these people to start by killing rats.

First, they kill chickens, ducks, sheep, cows, and finally, they become executioners. After this kind of training, these people can be unafraid of blood and fear of death. Otherwise, although they have achieved the level of kung fu, they are still lacking in skills.

Bloody training is still of no use.

Of course, Song Zheng hid the matter of being an executioner from Ming'er and Se'er. From his heart, although he was strict with the two girls, he did not want to turn them into too bloodthirsty women.

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If we had followed the original idea, Qian'er would now be part of the Song family. Unfortunately, Huang Yuandu officially informed Song Jue in May that Song Zheng could take the Jinshi examination at the end of October. This forced the wedding of the two to be postponed (

The latest chapter of The Ultimate Zombie King). Wait until the rankings are released before officially marrying Lu Qiang.

Leaving Se'er and Ming'er to continue processing the opium, Song Zheng returned to the Song Mansion, said hello to his parents, and then rode out of the city.

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"Come again! How can you get into the top twelve with this little skill?" Song Zheng shouted, kicked Shi Cunbao on the butt, and hit Shi Cunbao on the back with the end of the Panlong sword stick.

"Brother Zheng, can I rest for a while?" Shi Cunbao lay weakly on the ground, covered in dust and dirt, and his face was stained with mud.

"In less than half an hour, you are acting like a bear. Don't you want to eat meat at night?" Song Zheng poked his butt again.

"Hey, Brother Zheng, please slow down, the tip of the sword is exposed."

Song Zheng looked down and couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that the tip of the Panlong Sword Stick was already three-thirds long. No wonder Shi Cunbao was crying in pain. At first, in order to avoid hurting others during training, Song Zheng put a cap on the tip.

Ring, leaving only half of the sword tip

Come out. Even if it pierces a person, it will not pierce too deeply. However, after the fight just now, the ring retreated a lot, and the tip of the sword was exposed for two minutes. It pierced Shi Cunbao's butt,

A small blood spot immediately appeared.

"Your butt is so thick, it doesn't matter if you pierce it. Get up quickly. Otherwise, I will pierce it again."

"I'm up, I'm up." Shi Cunbao struggled to get up, complaining endlessly. He had just fought with Song Zheng for a quarter of an hour, and was knocked down six or seven times, and was poked several times. Now, he only feels pain all over his body.

However, the "Song King of Hell" showed no sign of letting go. If he really lay on the ground and couldn't get up, there would definitely be no meat to eat at night. He was as tired as a dead dog this day. If there was no more meat to eat, there would be no fun at all.

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