Kong Dashao, who has studied and practiced martial arts since he was a child, knows these 'folk arts', and even if Zhang Jin's hand speed does not have the bonus of the "Sunflower Body Method", only with fifty-five points of agility and the proficiency of a grandmaster-level organ master, it is enough to dazzle Kong Dashao, who is superior in his eyes.

So that even if he can't even imitate, he can't start with it.

So, this little black face was dumbfounded.

He looked at the bamboo dog in Zhang Jin's hand for a while in a daze, and then shook his head and said:

"No!"

Hearing the little black face simply admit defeat, some of the tension of self-show desire suddenly trembled:

"No, just watch from the sidelines honestly, don't always worry about getting involved. Later, when there is a lot of physical work, I will ask you to help. ”

Zhang Jin, this guy, seems to be begging him if he wants help. It's a possibility!

And the little black face who was speechless had no choice but to nod yes.

Zhang Jin is too bad at talking, as long as he feels that he gets along well, he always likes to carry a gun and a stick when he talks.

If Zhang Jin's previous sentence is followed by two words - 'mallet', then the tone and wording are almost the same as when talking to the third and fourth children.

It can be seen that Zhang Jin is actually quite close to Kong Xiaohei's relationship.

Kong Xiao, who has been educated by 'scrupulous etiquette' since he was a child, has a black face, although he is not clumsy. But when facing Zhang Jin, he is still destined to suffer.

So, after being trained, the honest Kong Xiaohei-faced squatted beside him, watching Zhang Jin's wrists fly, and the firewood knife fiddling there like snow, without saying a word.

The polite Kong Xiaohei's face was guarded and did not disturb the etiquette of concentration.

Soon, the little black face was fascinated.

Although looking at Zhang Jin's hand movements, it seems that there is no regularity, and the objects made are not similar to each other, so I can't see their use.

But Zhang Jin is a grandmaster-level mechanic after all, and after entering the gods, every movement seems to have a natural rhythm.

As the saying goes, the end of the technique is almost the way!

That indescribable beauty, that kind of mystery that seems to coincide with the truth in the underworld, has the ability to reach people's hearts, that is the purest and most direct temptation.

When Zhang Jin was carving the 'Broken Void', he attracted the old and young masters of half the community to gather around for morning exercises, and they were fascinated;

Today, Kong Xiaohemian has also followed these people and become a captive of Zhang Jin's singing voice in a state of delicacy.

It wasn't until another hour passed, when Zhang Jin clapped his hands and finally put down the firewood knife that he had been busy for a long time, that the little black face woke up like a dream.

When Kong Dashao, who had sobered up, looked up at Zhang Jin again, his eyes were full of shock and admiration!

No matter how hard he tried to recall Zhang Jin's movements a few seconds ago, he only found that there was only a vague memory left, and the shock that was almost extreme at that time.

The feeling of 'Tao is Tao, very Tao', mysterious and mysterious, made Kong Xiaohei's face deeply intoxicated, and at the same time, he felt that there seemed to be some inexplicable truth in it.

As a new generation of elites carefully cultivated by the 'Confucian family', a top family in China, a peerless genius known as the 'first of his peers' in China, and an outstanding figure in both civil and military affairs, Kong Dashao is definitely more able to understand the preciousness of that realm than the old man Xu who was once tempted and captured by Zhang Jin, and the eldest lady of Beigong.

A few years ago, Kong Dashao, under the leadership of his grandfather, met a strange person. This strange man once explained a word for him - 'different paths lead to the same end'.

This strange man believes that every skill in every industry, when it is promoted to the end, is indistinguishable, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior.

It's all 'the way'!

Moreover, different ways can be touched and bypassed, which is beneficial to each other.

Therefore, the ancient martial arts practitioners, the few people who can stand at the top of the chat, are all versatile generalists. …,

Some people enlighten the Tao with calligraphy and painting, some people enter the Tao with vocal music, some people enter the Tao with craftsmen, and there are thousands of different categories.

And Kong Dashao only knew from that time that it was no wonder that the elites of all generations of major families were good at their own fields. It turns out that it's not 'not doing business' as I thought, but to assist in promoting!

It was also from that time that Kong Dashao began to learn chess with his grandfather.

Once, when Kong Dashao was defeated by Zhang Jin's men on the chessboard, he was shocked by Zhang Jin's terrifying chess power. But that's all, after all, some people will have a talent that far surpasses their peers in a certain aspect. Just like his own martial arts, he can be called a genius among geniuses;

In the past few days, when Zhang Jin was fighting for himself and Beigong Heyue, he found that Zhang Jin's skills were better than his own. Kong Dashao just thought that Zhang Jin's chess and martial arts went hand in hand, walking ahead of him, and he still had the courage to catch up. He still has a strong belief in his talent. After all, Zhang Jin is four or five years older than him.

However, today, when Kong Dashao saw Zhang Jinji's almost Taoist 'performance', he couldn't help but think of a sentence from the mouth of that strange man, 'The end of the skill is bypassed'.

It was a realm that his grandfather had never touched, and Kong Dashao suddenly stopped the idea of catching up in a short period of time, and was in awe of Zhang Jin, who was as accomplished as Xu at a young age.

Therefore, when Kong Dashao, who woke up, looked at Zhang Jin again, his eyes were already filled with deep respect and 'worship'!

If Kong Xiaohei's face was a chick and a beauty, Zhang Jin might have discovered the strangeness of Xiaohei's face a long time ago. It's a pity that he's an old man.

Therefore, Zhang Jin, who was not interested in observing the expressions of the same sex, did not find the eyes of believers worshipping the Taoist ancestors in the eyes of the little black face, but instructed with a grin:

"Alright, Kong Xiaohei, it's time to use you! Help me get these things over! ”

"Yes!"

Kong Xiaohei said 'yes' instead of 'good'.

As the saying goes, 'there is no before and after learning, and the master is the teacher'.

And thousands of years ago, his ancestor 'Kong Lao Er' once said, 'Threesomes must have my teacher', and also said 'shameless to ask'.

Therefore, Kong Xiaohei, who has received family education since he was a child, has already regarded Zhang Jin as a teacher and executive who has strictly followed the ancestral teachings.

Zhang Jin doesn't like to use delicate thoughts to figure out men, so although Kong Xiaohei's subsequent words and deeds are a little weird, Zhang Jin didn't think much about it. is still babbling and beckoning Kong Xiaohei to do that, turning around this little black-faced envoy!

After more than half an hour of busy work, the hundreds of bamboo components were finally assembled on the side of the bamboo forest near the hot spring pool.

It turned out to be a small bamboo house.

Bamboo beams, bamboo pillars, bamboo fences, bamboo tiles. Except for a few hidden places connected by bamboo wedges and tenons, the rest of the places are all connected by their own shapes, and at first glance, the whole bamboo liao can be described as natural.

The ancient shape of the bamboo liao, because it is a fresh bamboo frame, so the whole body is green. It complements the exquisite waterfalls, wild hot spring pools, and small bamboo forests that are close to each other.

Moreover, Zhang Jin, a grandmaster-level organ master, also set up some organs for this bamboo liao.

When it rains or the sun is too strong, you can extend the bamboo canopy by turning the bamboo handle, and half of the small pond can be sheltered from it.

When the wind and rain are too strong, you can drop the bamboo curtains around the bamboo house, listen to the crisp words of the rain hitting the bamboo tiles, and enjoy the rain and wine in it, but you don't have to worry about being blown into the wind and rain to get wet.

Moreover, Zhang Jin dared to use his identity as a grandmaster-level organ master as a guarantee, and his bamboo liao was by no means the kind of tofu scum project of Du Shisheng's thatched house.

The wind below level 10 will definitely not damage Zhuliao in the slightest.

There will never be such a thing as 'August and autumn high wind roaring and rolling up the triple thatch on my house'. ..., after the construction of this small green bamboo liao. Zhang Jin began to continue fiddling with the remaining simple components.

These are two bamboo reclining chairs, one side is a few smaller. After all, the rattan recliner and the mahogany table that Zhang Jin has always used are really incompatible with this green bamboo liao.

So, in order to pursue perfection, Zhang Jin, who didn't want the beautiful scenery of his hot spring area to be ruined by a few tables and chairs, simply made a set of tables and chairs by himself.

It wasn't until the tables and chairs were assembled and lying on one of the recliners that Zhang Jin lazily asked:

"I said Kong Xiaohei, you came to me today because you have something to do, right? Otherwise, even if you come, you will definitely have your precious chess game with you. ”

At this time, Zhang Jin, who was lying on the recliner, lost all the energy of his fingers flying and concentrating when he was busy as a carpenter before, and the whole person looked like a cat that had not woken up. Lazy, without a little spirit.

Contrary to Zhang Jin, who had no bones, the little black face sitting on another bamboo chair not only did not lean on the recliner, but his waist was straight, and only half of his buttocks fell on the chair. A respectful and serious look.

"Don't hide it from Brother Zhang, Wen Qian is here to say goodbye to you today!"

"Oh, are you finally leaving? I see that after you learned from Heyue that day that the marriage was over, although you once said that you would go back, there has been no follow-up until now. I thought you weren't going to go back and retire in Tianjiagang? ”

Regarding the words of the little black face, Zhang Jin had the slightest strange meaning, and he still looked like he was unreasonable, and said casually.

At this time, the little black face, who had always been a serious old pedant, rarely showed a little expression that belonged to his age, and the somewhat naughty expression on his face disappeared in a flash.

"Of course, I can't go back directly, I must contact my brothers and sisters in advance, and ask them to help me find out the news first.

If the limelight is good and grandpa is at home, I'll go back. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stand my father's rule. ”

In order to avoid the family's 'pursuit', Little Black Face fled under the cover of his brothers and sisters, and never contacted them again. So, no one in the family knows where they are.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the little black face to know about the meeting with the king of Heyue in the North Palace, and only then would he know that the marriage crisis had passed!

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