Dong Ce suddenly spoke: "Red sleeves, the account books at home or something, but they are all with you?" ”

Red Sleeves was frightened, but he didn't expect Dong Ce to ask this question, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and said, "It's in the house." ”

"I'll take a look."

Red Sleeves answered, turned around and entered the house without hesitation, and handed two thin booklets to Dong Ce with a few small books.

Dong Ce opened it and flipped it slightly, and the self inside was beautiful and beautiful, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "You wrote it?" ”

Redsleeves nodded.

Dong Ce was a little curious about her origin, but he didn't plan to delve into it, so he flipped through it slightly, and said, "You can sleep by yourself today, I'll go to the study to think about something." ”

With that, he went to the Westinghouse with an oil lamp.

It was a study, but Sun Ruhu didn't even know a word, just a vassal elegance, and there was only a table and a bed in it, which was actually where he and his henchmen drank and ate meat in winter.

Red Sleeves looked at his back, his face was full of astonishment, his heart was a little relaxed, and there was some indescribable loss.

This night, she tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep. I don't know what Dong Ce is doing, but I know that the lights in his room go out very late.

The next day, Dong Ce woke up early.

Although he didn't go to bed until about one or two o'clock in the morning the day before, he was young and in good shape after all, and he could afford to toss.

When I looked out {one + book} reading} novel ybdu, I saw that the sky was still dark, and according to the standards of later generations, it was not yet five o'clock in the morning. This is Dong Ce's habit in his previous life, he has to get up early and go to bed early every day, get up early to practice boxing and run, and this good habit has always been maintained. So everyone else went to college and scrapped his body, but his body has always been very good. And after he got money later, it can be said that he sang every night, I don't know how many women he slept with, his private life can be called erosive, but his body has not collapsed.

He got up, dressed and booted, and began his daily morning routine.

When he got up, he slowed down as much as he could, so as not to wake up Redsleeves.

Pushing the door out, it was the darkest time of the day, only the thousands of morning stars in the sky, sprinkled with a little light, the starry sky thousands of years ago, blurred and hazy.

Dong Ce ** on his upper body, the night is as cold as water, although it is already early summer at this time, but the arrival of the Xiaoice River and the bitter cold weather in the north, there is still some precipitous, the cool wind hits his body, only feels a chill.

In my previous life, I got up to run and practice boxing, just for fitness, but in this life, I need to replace fitness with martial arts. After all, as a border army, martial arts are absolutely indispensable, which is the foundation of life.

Family history, Dong Ce's martial arts are very good, thirty percent in boxing, seventy percent in guns.

The gun is a big gun.

The fist is Taizu's long fist.

Dong Ce's marksmanship in this body is very good, but now that the soul that occupies his body, Dong Ce doesn't know anything about this at all, so he has to get familiar with it as soon as possible. Exercise is the only way.

Dong Ce's standard for himself is that every morning, there must be at least an hour or so to practice guns and boxing.

Start today.

Dong Ce's ancestor has an excellent Heshuo big gun, one zhang eight feet long, goose egg thickness, color light gold, although it is made of wood, but the wood grain is pressed extremely tightly, the density is very large, such a big gun, a full weight of thirty-seven catties.

It's a pity that the gun is not here, but at Lingyidu's home, and it was not brought. Dong Ce was glad to think about it, but fortunately he didn't bring it, otherwise he would have snatched it up long ago.

So he had to let the eldest girl find a stick to replace it, and checked the stick in his hand, the size and thickness were appropriate, and it was also a little tough.

Dong Ce raised his eyes and looked at the sky, the starry sky thousands of years ago was exceptionally bright, the night was as cool as water, and the stars were changing.

He suddenly moved, and with a shake of his hands, the tip of the stick shook into a ball, and a spear flower the size of a basin exploded.

For a moment, I saw only the shadow of a stick flickering in the courtyard, and the long stick waved and stabbed, breaking through the air and letting out a piercing scream, like a ghost cry in this night. The long stick turned back and round, and the shadow of the stick like a mountain filled the air, giving people an invisible pressure. And if you look closely, this set of marksmanship, not a random dance, but extremely orderly, wide open and close, powerful but also indescribably dense and delicate, a long stick, woven into a fine and thick net, if there is an enemy in front of you, it will definitely be covered by death, and can no longer break free.

At the beginning, Dong Ce was still a little jerky and difficult, but when it came to the fourth time, it was a good turn, and it was done in one go.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, but this big gun is in Dong Ce's hands, but it has exerted great power. Like a long-standing dragon, straight to the sky!

A long stick is still like this, if you have a big gun in your hand, the power can be imagined.

Since he was five years old, Dong Ce has been picked up from the bed by his father at this hour every day, boiled his body, and practiced martial arts. Since the age of ten, he has to practice a set of marksmanship every day, and for more than ten years, this set of marksmanship has been deeply integrated into his bone marrow and blood, so although this Dong Ce is no longer Dong Ce, but once the big gun is in hand, he immediately instinctively shows this way of marksmanship.

It's called muscle memory.

After the fifth time, Dong Ce slowly stopped his figure, he gasped softly, his head was covered with sweat, a pair of cyan trousers was already sweaty, although his body was very tired, but his heart was extremely happy.

For half an hour, dancing non-stop, the amount of high-intensity exercise is definitely no less than a twenty-kilometer run, but at this time he is only slightly panting,

He could feel the amazing strength in this body, one meter eighty-six tall, although it weighed one hundred and seventy pounds, but the wicker-shaped tendon flesh made the whole body look even a little thin, and the body was full of lively energy, as if it had endless energy. This is the difference between long-term systematic and organized training and wild paths, Dong Ce feels that his body is no worse than those first-class athletes in the next generation.

Moreover, he practiced the kung fu of killing.

Having an unusually strong physique and a fairly good martial arts is a very pleasant thing. In this era, there are also more ways out and hope to survive and live better.

After practicing the gun and resting for a while, it was boxing.