My Virtual Kingdom of God

Zheng Dong smiled at Zhao Mengqi's playful words.

The two said a few jokes, Zheng Dong entered the topic, began to teach Zhao Mengqi to do exercises, and entered the teaching session, Zhao Mengqi became serious.

"What I should teach you, I have basically taught it. In addition to standing correctly, Ma Buzhu has to rely on my own understanding. I have told you the specific methods and experience, and the rest can get started. You yourself. "

梦 Zhao Mengqi nodded and smiled: "Thank you very much for this time."

Although Zheng Dong had been in contact with Zhao Mengqi for less than a week, the two got along well. Zhao Mengqi was cheerful and did not imagine the temperament of the young lady.

"Yes," Zhao Mengqi seemed to think, "I will transfer your tuition fees to you later."

"Class hours?"

"Yes, did Coach Qin not tell you? Ten thousand lessons per class."

多少 "How much?" Zheng Dong thought he heard it out.

"10,000 lessons per class, a total of 70,000." Zhao Mengqi was a little embarrassed, "I know this price may be a bit low ..."

Zheng Dong didn't hear a word of the words behind him, and the number "70,000" echoed in his mind.

How can you make so much money as a martial arts coach? !!

咳 "Ah, Mengqi," Zheng Dong coughed. "Are you practicing sword art before?"

"Correct."

梦 Zhao Mengqi wondered why Zheng Dong got involved in practicing his sword, and looked at him doubtfully.

"It's true. Swordplay is actually my work at the bottom of the box." Zheng Dong's face was sincere, an expression you earned.

梦 Zhao Mengqi was amused by Zheng Dong's look, "Yes, yes, Teacher Zheng is the best swordsman in the world!"

东 Zheng Dong saw Zhao Mengqi disbelief, walked to the weapon rack, took the wooden sword, pulled a sword flower, and chuckled: "try?"

"Really?" Zhao Mengqi glanced at Zheng Dong, but she heard Qin Wushuang said that Zheng Dong wouldn't know anything except pile work. "Okay, try it, try to teach me swordplay, but everyone else Ruixue Teacher, I'm afraid you won't succeed. "

The two held wooden swords and walked to the center of the training ground, standing at a distance of three meters.

"Drink!"

梦 Zhao Mengqi drank softly, and stabbed with the sword.

郑 In Zheng Dong's eyes, Zhao Mengxue's sword is flawed in strength, speed, and angle.

As soon as Zheng Dong raised his hand, the long sword greeted Zhao Mengqi's sword body, gently swinging, dissolving Zhao Mengqi's offensive, and then stabbing with the trend, the tip of the sword reached Zhao Mengqi's throat.

"Is it strong?"

"Strong!"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Think," Zhao Mengqi responded, "I'm at the price of the previous swordsmanship teacher ... No, I will add another 10,000, and I will pay you 50,000 in one lesson."

Zhao Mengqi was heartfelt and sincere, she said that it was true that everyone learned from the swordsmanship that Rui Xue was true, and that she had learned swordsmanship for two years. She did not dare to say how powerful it was.

到 But when Zheng Dong came here, she was defeated and frustrated with only one move. She couldn't help but arouse her strong desire to learn. She must learn such a strong sword skill.

梦 Zhao Mengqi has loved swordplay since she was a child, but her family did not allow her to dance with her sword until she went to college, and her family relaxed her discipline so that she could learn swordplay as she wanted.

She learns to stand in order to enhance strength and physical fitness, so as to better learn swordsmanship.

"it is good."

Zheng Dongqiang resisted the excitement of his heart and promised, "From tomorrow on, I will teach you swordsmanship."

"Yes, Teacher Zheng!"

梦 Teacher Zhao Mengqi's sentence Zheng is much more solemn than before. Obviously, Zheng Dong's sword skills convinced her.

The two said that it was time to teach tomorrow, and Zheng Dong left.

I walked to the door of the manor, and Zheng Dong found a stylish car parked there. Standing next to the car was a man with rimless glasses and a handsome look. The man was holding a bunch of roses. He wanted to be Zhao Mengqi's suitor.

东 Zheng Dong couldn't help looking at the man's eyes, and dared to pursue Zhao Mengqi, a local tyrant. He wanted to be a local tyrant. Zheng Dong muttered in his heart and left directly next to the man.

"Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, but our lady said she was not welcome."

Manor housekeeper smiled.

"Housekeeper Wu, was that man the friend of Miss Zhao just now?" He asked, pointing to where Zheng Dong was leaving.

"Mr. Wang, you know, I have never been able to ask Miss's personal affairs." The steward Wu directly blocked the past.

"Wu housekeeper, disturbed."

I not only ate Zhao Xueqi's closed door, but also touched a nail in a housekeeper. The man with Wang surname was hazy.

Back in the car, he instructed the driver in a bad tone: "Send someone to check the identity of the man just now."

Although extremely unhappy, the person who can come out of Zhao Mengqi's house cannot be a simple character. If he doesn't investigate, he rushes to find something. That is a fool's behavior. He Wang Wenhao is not a fool.

Zheng Dong, who was walking on his way home, did not expect that he would be spotted somehow. UU reading www.uukashu.com. He was holding a mobile phone at the moment, and looked at the balance in the bank card with joy.

"The local tyrant is the local tyrant, and the seven lessons actually gave me 70,000!"

I have to say that the 70,000 yuan has greatly relieved Zheng Dong's economic pressure. Finally, I don't have to think about selling silver at the Honghuang Forum.

Thinking of this, Zheng Dong couldn't help but blushed. He was still thinking about whether to go to the Honghuang Forum to sell silver two to ease economic pressure.

I hummed the song all the way back to my rental house.

Zheng Dong found that since he obtained the book of truth, he had not had much entertainment, and became a otaku completely.

Live two points and one line, work, go home, and then either stay at home and play with the virtual kingdom of God, or develop believers through the other world.

Tucao returned to Tucao, Zheng Dong is still as usual, the first thing to go home is to check the divine power.

Disciple: 369

Divine Power: 104

Zheng Dong saw him as much as 104 points of divine power, and his heart was uplifted. After mixing for so long, the divine power is finally a three-digit number.

Xu secretly warned himself not to be proud, Zheng Dong closed his eyes, and his consciousness came to the wild cattle tribe again.

At this time, the alien world is in the evening, and the sunset is red.

Under the sky, Zheng Dong's followers dragged the newly woven fishing nets, singing strange tunes in their mouths, and constantly dragging the fat sea fish ashore.

In the Tatar tribe, the elderly and women are busy placing the cleaned sea fish in the air vents and preparing to air dry them.

The children of the primitive tribe were busy picking up dry wood. If Zheng Dong guessed well, they were going to have a bonfire party.

Zheng Zhengdong was very proud of seeing this peaceful picture. In this peaceful picture, he has the credit.

The believers were immersed in happiness, completely unaware that the danger was approaching.