The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

"Ahem!"

"Learn here today, Sister Rong Rong has a good grasp, keep up the good work." The slight deficiencies are:

weak fists, not straight arms, not straight chest, unstable feet, unstable head,

hips ~ buttocks not cocked. Bai Qiye touched his nose and said vaguely.

The girl in the green dress in front of her had a layer of fine sweat beads on her forehead, and her watery eyes were simple.

"Huh? What's wrong with the buttocks? Tu Shan Rong clenched his fists and stared up at Bai Qiye.

"Ahem, that's it, that's it, I see Sister Rong Rong writing well, it can be described as:

like a thousand miles of clouds, dots like mountains falling rocks, bumping like collapse."

Skimming like a broken rhino elephant, folding like a crossbow hair.

Vertical like a long live dead vine, like a crashing wave of thunder, horizontal folding hook like a strong crossbow joint.

"You might as well substitute the big characters you write, which can naturally explain the meaning of not cocking your hips."

"In fact, the forging body is like writing, and the words are carefully formed in one go, and its momentum is continuous, moving like a mountain and a sea, and it is like a rabbit when it is quiet."

"Between the moves and the form of body forging, it should also be as smooth as calligraphy, its slowness is like a forest, it is not moving like a mountain, and it is like a fire."

Bai Qiye searched his stomach and scraped his belly, talking nonsense, but staring at the girl, all sincere.

Even he, the pacesetter of radio gymnastics, had to admit that Tu Shan Rong did a very regular job. As for why those shortcomings are mentioned, there are problems from head to toe, slight flaws are a fact, and diligent practice will surely lead to perfection.

But if she doesn't pua like this, how can she realize that she still has room for improvement?

Spy on him, he really has to be a good master!

Tu Shan's face stood quietly in place, his eyes were bright, as if he had broken free of some kind of shackles in an instant, and suddenly realized.

The self-styled demon power slowly dispersed, and the small courtyard sprang in an instant, and a pure green energy gathered from heaven and earth, and the wind and clouds changed.

Seeing that the heavens and the earth were different, and gradually caught up with the battle between the two, Bai Qiye quietly sneaked out of the courtyard and gently brought the gate.

After a long time, the green skirt on the girl's body became more emerald green, bright green, and the green breath of life was exuded all over her body.

Tu Shanrong stood at the desk, smoothed the paperweight, dipped a large pen in thick ink, and walked the dragon snake on the white paper.

"Horizontal like a thousand miles of clouds, dots like mountains falling rocks, folded like a hundred crossbow hair..."

Every word seems to be calligraphy, pointing out the essence of the falling pen, full of meaning, can be called the general trend.

The momentum between strokes and paintings is continuous, broken and unbroken, broken silk, even if there are shortcomings, the momentum can be made up.

The girl recalled that day in the Thousand Machines Network, the two had a showdown conversation.

Bai Qiye once said: "Bitter love tree, can you cut cuttings?"

After thinking about it for himself, he replied: "Plant the bitterness tree as the intermediate hub of the network." "

If the tree of bitterness is planted, like this word, it seems to be scattered, but if it is formed in one day and continuously, there is a break, and the general trend formed can also play a role in connecting.

Therefore, under the scattered fields, there is a complete domain, and I should dominate the domain!

The girl in the green dress rubbed her head, always feeling that this understanding was a bit far-fetched, but she felt that it was not wrong, which was an inevitable problem for the construction of Qianji Network.

With continuous connection, there will naturally be a steady stream of demon power transmission and aggregation, so that even outside the circle may not have the power of a battle.

Tu Shanrong breathed a long sigh of relief, smoothed the agitation in his chest, and performed another body forging technique in the room.

With a smile in his eyes, he took the abacus and went straight to Tushan Susu's small courtyard.

"Since this thing is so good, Su Su must also learn it!"

Anyway, I taught tuition! "

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Bai Qiye naturally did not know about the radio gymnastics.

If he knew, he could only complain about this unscrupulous profiteer without a trace of awareness of intellectual property protection.

But I am more inclined to Tushan Susu, who sells cute milk, and does radio gymnastics!

These, he didn't know.

What he knew was that the human-faced lion was tied!

Last night, he first went to Wangyue Peak to pay homage to the grave, then to Twin Peaks, and after returning to the kitchen, he hurriedly went to Tushan Rongrong's small courtyard.

When I returned, I saw a colorful white tiger, lying horizontally at the gate of the courtyard, covered in scars.

The six-handed blue devil floated in the air, at a loss. The ring-haired big pink monster is anxious to spin in circles!

"Seven nights! This white tiger is the one in the back mountain. The ring-haired big pink monster said quickly.

Bai Qiye jumped forward and squatted on the ground to check the strength.

The wound was shocking, the mouth at the waist was deep in the bone, and when it was touched, the tiger's body could not stop trembling, and the throat wailed.

Bai Qiye took out the two pills in his arms, and handed one to the six-handed blue devil, asking it to melt it in hot water.

Holding the tiger's head in one hand, stuff the remaining one into the tiger's mouth.

The white tiger sensed the kindness of the young man, and opened his mouth and swallowed it with difficulty, and the huge tiger eye lost the look of the king of beasts, full of pain and sorrow.

Bai Qiye took the basin of water and scattered the green potion on the white tiger's wound, and the blood was stopped immediately, but unfortunately the wound was terrifyingly deep.

After returning to the kitchen, he rummaged through the cabinets, found a roll of white thread to dip in the potion, and then broke a peppercorn branch at the bottom of the cliff, removed the spikes, and tied the cotton thread.

"Bear with me!" Bai Qiye stared at Humu and said softly.

The two demons also squatted down and pressed on the white tiger.

Li pierced the flesh, pierced the tiger skin, drilled out from one side, and the wound oozed red blood, and Bai Qiye sprinkled a little potion on the wound after three stitches.

I hope that the elixir of Tushan Rong Rong is useful!

The huge tiger body, wailing endlessly, couldn't stop struggling, pain swept through the whole body, the tiger's tail kept twitching, whipping the ground, stirring up dust.

He turned over again and mended more than ten wounds on the other side, during which the thorns of the peppercorn tree were also broken, and there were not many spikes left on one branch.

Bai Qiye tore open the silk cloth and wrapped the limbs and tiger claws one by one.

He looked carefully, the claws on the white tiger's feet were pulled out one by one, ten fingers connected to the heart, so painful, I don't know how it came out of the back mountain.

After carrying the white tiger back into the house, he mixed some light salt water and smiled and ordered the six-handed blue devil to take care of it.

Bai Qiye washed his hands, took out the bamboo tube behind the door, walked out of the small courtyard and went straight to the back mountain.

The ring-haired big pink monster looked inside the house, looked at the back of the young man, and after thinking about whether to lead the way for a moment, he slammed his head and floated towards the small courtyard with Tu Shan's appearance.

Move the rescuers! Seven Nights is just trying to let me move the rescuers.

The young man followed the mark dipped in blood on the ground and swept out at great speed, holding the dark Tushan sword in his hand, and the Senhan sword qi flowed.

The fireworks of the day exploded in the sky, and the birds in the dense forest scattered and fled.

After several explosions, above the sky, a red coat followed the traces of fireworks.

In the air, except for the pungent smell of gunpowder.

There is also a slaughter.

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[Horizontal as a thousand miles of clouds, faintly but tangible. ] The point is like a peak falling rock, and the bump is like a collapse. Skimming like a rhinoceros. Folded like a crossbow. Vertical as long live dead vine. It's like a crashing wave. The cross-fold hook is like a strong crossbow joint. 】---

Eastern Jin Dynasty Wei Xuan's "Pen Array" Wei

Xuan (272-349), a female calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, is said to be the master of Wang Xi. Wang Xizhi once asked about Mr. Wei's calligraphy, and Mr. Wei replied with "Pen Array".