Chu Ming took out a pencil from the schoolbag around his waist, drew a small circle somewhere on the page, and marked out the words he didn't know.

Confucius is cloudy, sensitive and studious, and is not ashamed to ask.

Threesome, there must be my teacher.

As the young sect master and the chief sect whip, he asked modestly, and he didn't feel that it was inappropriate.

Chu Ming only has the first Chinese, during the school period, he is still a scumbag, many words do not know, through a period of study, some unfamiliar words, he can not only recognize, but also write.

Many people like to watch martial arts, fantasy, and never get tired of it, and stay up all night.

For traditional literature, classics, disdain.

Chu Ming, on the contrary, watched it with relish, the ink was fragrant, and the aftertaste was endless, and he had high respect for these works.

He doesn't like to read, Xiao Yun forces him to study, memorize English words, he cries his father and calls his mother, and he dies and lives.

I didn't come across anything I was interested in.

There is a saying that interest is the best teacher.

Tang Yu was unkempt, his face was dark, and there was a smell of firewood on his body, so he shouted from afar.

"Hey, it's time to eat."

Today, it was her turn to cook with Wang Lin, and she was obviously tossed a lot.

As a heroic lady, she has been pampered since she was a child, her clothes come to open her mouth, her food comes to stretch her hands, and her five fingers do not touch the spring water.

Chu Ming put down the book and walked over with great interest.

Wang Lin took a bowl of bran vegetable soup from the big iron pot, enthusiastically handed it over, and brought a bowl of sour pickled ginger, which was already the best thing for the whole team.

Chu Ming frowned, pointed at the pickled ginger with chopsticks, and said.

"You take it and divide it."

"But the young sect master, you too..."Wang Lin was stunned and hurriedly said.

Chu Ming looked at everyone, his voice was fierce, and said.

"Remember..."

"You can't make me special in the future!"

"Everyone, all equal!"

He took a yellowed nest head, took a bite, and swallowed a mouthful of bran vegetable soup.

Tang Yu held the head of the nest in his hand, held his stomach with breath, bit it gently, and felt sick to his stomach for a while, and couldn't help but vomit.

It's so unpalatable!

It was hard and stiff, with an unpleasant smell.

Devil training is hard enough.

The sect also engages in so-called field training, exercising the team's ability to survive in the wild, improving the ideological consciousness of the whole team, and learning from the hard work and entrepreneurial spirit of the older generation.

The team complained bitterly and did not dare to have an opinion.

Shoot the first bird, and no one wants to be the first, the one who eats the crab.

Her eyes were hazy, and she threw her head to the ground, slammed it hard, and muttered angrily.

"No more!"

Chu Ming glared, pointed to the ground, and said angrily.

"How do you waste food?"

Tang Yu blushed and said sharply.

"If you don't eat, you won't eat..."

"What's wrong?"

"You..." Chu Ming's face turned blue and furious, and he raised a hand and walked towards her.

Tang Yu straightened his chest, his sword rattling, and screamed.

"You hit..."

"You're beating!"

"You dare to touch me today..."

"I want you to walk without eating!"

Tang Xiaolong, Tao Tao saw this, and hurriedly hugged Chu Ming and pulled him away.

"Young Sect Master, you are calm..."

Wang Lin took out a half-burned leaf cigarette, stuffed it into Chu Ming's mouth, and helped him light it.

"Young Sect Master, dissipate your anger."

"Don't be like a woman."

He turned his head and winked at Tang Yu again.

Tang Yu stomped her feet, turned her head and walked away, and sat down on a hillside, she touched her shriveled stomach and was cooing.

Her eyes were blank and her body was empty, when will this ghost day be a head?

I'm going to be hungry again tonight.

Chu Ming bent down to pick up the nest head, carefully patted off the dust.

He held the head of the nest, faced the group, looked serious, and said loudly.

"Grain..."

"We must cherish every grain of food!"

"It's a shameful thing to waste food."

"Uncle farmer, get up early and work hard..."

Chu Ming preached for a while, and a group of people stared dryly, dizzy.

9 p.m., Parc Lausanne, abandoned villa, in the study.

More than a dozen members of the training team sat on either side of an old wooden table, on which were lit a few kerosene lamps, and a pile of books were placed.

Since the field training, the team has met every night to summarize the day's training and learning results.

On the main seat, Chu Ming was dressed in a navy blue administrative uniform, sitting in a precarious position, with a serious expression, listening to everyone's speeches.

He unscrewed the teacup, blew away the white smoke, took a sip, stood up, circled the table, and stopped in front of Tang Chaowen.

Tang Chaowen's waist was straight, and through the dim kerosene lamp, the young sect master's pair of gloomy eyes were staring at him.

He broke out in a cold sweat as if he had seen a ghost.

Chu Ming opened his mouth, full of energy.

"No matter what you do, you must be upright in your thinking and not evil in your deeds."

"It's a matter of principle!"

"Right-wing ideology cannot be used, and even more so."

"Extravagance and waste, gambling and prostitution are all serious right-leaning behaviors."

"We must resolutely put an end to it and resist it!"

He raised his fist and shouted.

"We must not bow to Western imperialism and capitalism!"

A group of people were dumbfounded, the young sect master's remarks were not as good as the cattle and sheep, they were confused for a while, but as soon as Chu Ming's words fell, thunderous applause rang out in the room, which lasted for a long time.

Everyone sighed that the young sect master had studied culture for a few days, his temperament had changed, he was more decent, and his speech was different.

The Five Continents Conference is approaching day by day.

During this period, although the conditions were difficult, under the Tang Sect policy and the wise leadership of Chu Ming, the strength of the members of the training team was improved.

Even the tail of the 10,000-year-old crane like Tang Chaowen has broken through to the realm of a small master.

Tao Tao, Ding Yiming, Tang Fangfang's middle school.

Wang Lin, Li Yalong, Tang Yu Xiaoshi late.

Li Kui and Tang Xiaolong are at the peak of the junior master, and they are only one step away from breaking through the master realm.

As for Tang Yi, the only master powerhouse in the whole team, under Tang Li's careful guidance, there were faint signs of a breakthrough. If you can break through to the middle stage of the master before the Five Continents Conference, the strength of the Tang Sect will be greatly improved, at least the high-end combat power will be guaranteed, and it will not encounter a strong team and be swept away.

But Chu Ming's cultivation is still in the middle of the junior division.

As the soul of the training team, all the tactics of the team are formulated around him.

His role is like a needle in the sea, a machine engine.

It's like a stage, the existence of the C position.

Chu Ming is the C position of the team.

His strength determines the height and ceiling of the team.

It is also the key to the team's victory in the regular season, field confrontation, and knockout rounds.

Seeing that Chu Ming's cultivation has not improved, he has not been promoted for a long time.

Tang Li is also anxious!

Just this morning, he found Tang Yun and chatted for a long time.

asked her to give more guidance to Chu Ming, focus on the overall situation, put aside personal grievances, and don't target everywhere and destroy the harmony of the team.

After all, with Tang Yun's professional knowledge and profound understanding of martial arts, the teaching level is not below the grandmaster, and it is more than enough to teach ten Chu Ming.