Seeing that Xiao Ying's face was not very good-looking, Song Zheng smiled and said, "The saint doesn't have to be anxious, you look here, if your next white seed touches it, the black and white can certainly be separated below, but the black and white dragons are twisted together, if you don't have enough computing power, I'm afraid the blessing and misfortune will be unpredictable (read the full text of the ancient book of the Flood Wilderness)."

Instead of this, it is better for you to take a step above and seal the way out of the black flag to march into the middle of the belly below, and you may also be a little empty in the middle of the circle. ”

Xiao Ying stared at the chessboard and frowned, "Golden horn and silver edge grass belly, the black space on your side is so big, even if I can make some space in the middle of the abdomen, I'm afraid it won't be enough." ”

Song Zheng smiled, "Chess proverb, 'the master is in the abdomen', Gao Ke is not only in the middle of the abdomen, the key is to encircle the middle abdomen at the same time, how to compress the opponent's space, so it is necessary to use some means." These means are tesuji. Holy Lord, please see, you have the white son of the Tianyuan position to respond, and you have taken a great advantage in itself. I only need to be here for a little below, in order to protect this space, I have to search for the root in the second way, if I only seal it on it, you can fly one step low first, and then enter the corner. According to the current situation, in order to protect another piece of emptiness, I will definitely let you live in the corner. In that case, the black chess piece will not exist in the sky. ”

Xiao Ying pondered for a moment, "How about I dig the horns directly?" ”

"I'm afraid not, if there is no peripheral response, if you directly dig out the corner, it is a robbery, although this robbery is not heavy, but it will drag down the chess game below."

Xiao Ying stared at the horn for a while, "If I live the horn, your external strength will be very thick (Yuan's youth)." ”

"What are you afraid of. You Tianyuan Youzi, even if I am strong on the outside, you can calmly invade, even the most secure shoulder rush on this side, you can also take the black chess to three ways, and the black chess on the outside of this corner is thick, and it can't play a big role at all. ”

Xiao Ying laughed when she heard this, "It seems that I, the son of Tianyuan, have really taken a big advantage." ”

"That's natural, Tian Yuan has a son, at least he can take advantage of the levy to the greatest extent. If I form a four-cornered force that pierces my heart, it will be impossible. ”

"Good! I didn't expect to play chess with Master Song, and I really grew a lot of knowledge. It's still early in this game, so I can't rush it! Xiao Ying smiled again, as if she understood something through the chess game.

Song Zheng didn't respond, just gently twisted the chess pieces in his hand, feeling the silky and greasy.

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Coming out of Miyagi, Song Zheng returned to Fengzhuyuan. At present, several large houses have been built in Fengzhuyuan, which occupy almost half of the entire courtyard. The weird thing is that these houses are not tall, only half the height of ordinary houses. On top of the house, there is not a tile roof, but countless straw curtains.

In those open spaces, several open spaces have also been reclaimed, and the original bamboo has been cut down.

is a good Fengzhuyuan, ruined into this appearance, Song Zheng is also a little surprised. If Wei Buzhou knew about it, I was afraid that he would scold Song Zheng. However, in order to grow poppies, Song Zheng couldn't take care of it.

At this time, a large cauldron has been erected next to the original small pond. Several black pieces were tumbling in the boiling water, and a strange aroma wafted out of them.

"Xiaolang, how did these things get soft?" Ming'er fished out a piece of something from the pot and poked it with a long chopstick (Bookworm No. 1 read the full text).

"Softened? It's normal. When it cools down, it will still harden. Song Zheng smiled disappreciatively and took out a long cigarette stalk from his hand. This cigarette stick is about two feet long, five minutes thick, and brown and black throughout. The cigarette holder is turquoise, and it turns out to be a fine emerald. The smoke pot is made of sterling silver, with a kind of dead ash in the sparkle.

After an hour, the water turned yellow. It felt almost over, and Song Zheng asked Ming'er to fish things out. By this time, all the raw opium had turned into cooked opium, and the color had deepened a little.

"Leave a piece and make it into small pieces. Each piece is two minutes wide and three minutes long. The rest were made to a quarter the size of green bricks, wrapped in oiled paper and cowhide. ”

"Yes! Son! Ser said with a smile.

After hard training in Huangyue Manor, Ming'er and Se'er have made a lot of progress. Song Zheng also asked Shui Ding to create two short swords about the size of the fish intestine sword for the two of them, and hid them on the calves of the two. In addition, according to the style of nunchucks in later generations, two small dragon sticks were created for the two. For these two "disciples", Song Zheng naturally taught them carefully, and almost taught them his own skills.

After half a year of training, Ming'er has tanned a little, but her appearance is more atmospheric. Se'er couldn't tan at all, at most she was exposed to a layer of skin, and after a few days, her skin was white and tender again, which surprised Song Zheng. Because of Song Zheng's "virtue of passing on art", although Ser Er is still giggling, her requirements for Song Zheng are still completed to the letter.

Accepting the lesson of the last time they met Huang Yue, during this period of time, except for training in the wild, the two of them did not go out of the door of the Bamboo Garden. Even if you go out, you have to change some of your face to make it less stunning.

Planting opium poppies, Song Zheng naturally didn't want others to know. Therefore, only this yard is entrusted to Ming'er and Se'er to take care of. Xiao Si, Qingshan, Xiaoping and others, except for the poppy flowering period, are allowed to come over to see the flowers, and they are not allowed to come over at other times. Therefore, everyone in the Song Mansion knew that Young Master Song Zheng had planted a lot of good-looking flowers in Fengzhuyuan, but he only treated them as ordinary flowers, but he didn't expect these things to be poisons.

Ming'er and Se'er carefully cultivated poppies according to Song Zheng's method (my master is Wang Yuyan, read the full text). The first few poppy seeds mature, they are all planted and soon develop into a large patch that, after months of nourishment, has matured. In the last two days, Song Zheng asked the two to take out the milky white juice from the poppy fruit, and after drying, they got four or five catties of raw opium. Fang Cai, and processed it into cooked opium.

"All those seeds were taken out?"

"Take it out and plant it tomorrow. In addition, the charcoal for the winter is still a little short, so I and Sister Ming'er will buy it again the day after tomorrow. Thur replied with a smile as she brandished her short sword, "There are so many seeds this time, I guess I can plant this yard full." ”

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

"Hehe, Xiaolang, we've got it done."

"Got it?"

"Yes," said Ser triumphantly, "remember the cattle and sheep that were slaughtered outside the city?" ”

"What? Did you bring those things in? Song Zheng was a little surprised. Trained in Huangyue Manor, in order to cultivate the blood of Ding Long and others, Song Zheng got some livestock and let them slaughter them with their own hands, which was the same as when he trained Ming'er in Songjiazhuang. After slaughtering, it is natural to eat meat. What he didn't expect was that Ming'er had the heart to transport those unwanted internal organs and furs into Fengzhuyuan and bury them deep underground. No wonder there is a faint smell of corpses in the summer in this Fengzhu Garden. Song Zheng didn't care at the time, the reason is here.

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

Song Zheng smiled, "Ming'er is not as a loser as you." Since you have thought of it, the next time you train, you will be given a bull to deal with. ”

Se'er's face changed, "Childe, can you let me be with Sister Ming'er, last time, that big cow almost hit me (the one)." ”

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

"Huh?" Se'er's face turned even paler, "Son, you can't treat me like this, I haven't practiced yet." ”

"If you are asked to kill a two-legged sheep, how can you do it?"

"Two-legged sheep? What is a two-legged sheep? And a two-legged sheep? Ming'er and Ser'er both looked at each other curiously.

"Oh, I cut off the two legs in front of the sheep, and the rest is the two-legged sheep. Okay, you'd better get ready and see how you're going to fight the bull tomorrow. Don't be scared and shout for help! ”

"I won't!" Ser pleaded. Ming'er looked at Song Zheng curiously, trying to see a clue from his face, but she didn't get anything.

How did they know that the two-legged sheep that Song Zheng said were people, and the body said that they were those death row prisoners in the Jiangning Mansion prison. Huang Yue had already bought off the Jiangning Mansion, and when the condemned prisoner was beheaded, the executioner was taken by Ding Long and others trained by Song Zheng in turn.

It is already mid-September now, and in another month, Ding Long and others will be "out of the school". For these people, Song Zheng extended the training plan, and was pure to turn them into iron guards. In addition to the regular training, Song Zheng also asked these people to start by killing mice, chickens, ducks, sheep, cows, and finally, to be executioners. After this kind of training, these people can not be afraid of blood, and they are not afraid of death. Otherwise, although their kung fu has been achieved, they will not be able to use it without bloody training.

Of course, when it comes to being an executioner, Song Zheng is hiding it from Ming'er and Se'er. In his heart, although he is strict with his second daughter, he doesn't want to turn them into too bloodthirsty women.

According to the original assumption, Chang'er is now the Song family. It's a pity that Huang Yuandu officially informed Song Jue in May that Song Zheng could take the Jinshi exam at the end of October. This made the marriage date of the two have to be postponed (the latest chapter of the best zombie king). Wait until the list is released, and then officially marry Lu Yan.

Leaving Se'er and Ming'er to continue to deal with the opium, Song Zheng returned to the Song Mansion to say hello to his parents, and then galloped towards the outside of the city.

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"Come again! How can you make it to the top 12? Song Zheng shouted, kicked Shi Cunbao's buttocks, and knocked Shi Cunbao's back with the end of the dragon sword stick.

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

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

"Oh, Brother Zheng, 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 coiling dragon sword stick had been exposed three points long, no wonder Shi Cunbao was in pain. At the beginning, in order to be afraid of hurting people during training, Song Zheng put a ring on the tip, leaving only half a point of the tip of the sword out. Those words, even if they are pierced into people, will not penetrate too deeply. However, after the fight just now, the ring retreated quite a bit, and the tip of the sword was also exposed two minutes long. Pierced on Shi Cunbao's buttocks, a small blood spot immediately appeared.

"Your ass is so thick, it doesn't matter if you prick it, you hurry up. Otherwise, I'll have to pierce it. ”

"I get up, I get up." Shi Cunbao struggled to get up, complaining bitterly. After just fighting Song Zheng for a quarter of an hour, he was knocked down six or seven times, and he was poked several times on his body. Now, he only felt pain all over his body, however, "Song Yama" showed no sign of letting go. If you really lie on the ground and don't get up, you will definitely have no meat to eat at night. The day was as tired as a dead dog, and if there was no meat to eat, it would be meaningless. ~

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