I open a shop in Qixia Town

Chapter 677: You can skip meals, sleep, and a wife, but you can’t skip martial arts training
"Look, when you feel like writing poetry, take off your pants and sit on this toilet. Remember, keep your butt up. Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing!"

Before Hong Qigong could finish his words, he saw Zhou Botong taking off his pants, so he hurriedly stopped him.

Zhou Botong said as a matter of course: "What do you mean, of course it's shitting."

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him when she heard that.

No wonder daddy doesn’t let me play with this old naughty boy, there is a reason for it!

Hong Qigong said speechlessly: "No, there are so many people here, can't you just be patient? At least wait for me to finish speaking!"

"It's really troublesome. Oh, okay, okay, I'll use my inner strength to hold the shit back!"

After saying this, Zhou Botong actually used his internal energy.

The other three people who watched were all frowning.

Hong Qigong scratched his head and asked, "Eh? Where was I just now?"

Guo Jing reminded: "Butt."

Hong Qigong suddenly realized, "What butt? Oh, I remember now. Remember, you must aim your butt at this hole, and then you can let it flow freely. When you are done, there is a button here to rinse it, and then dry it. If you have toilet paper, you can wipe it directly. After that, you can leave the toilet, and the toilet will automatically flush away the filth."

"So troublesome?"

Zhou Botong couldn't help but complain.

Hong Qigong glared at Zhou Botong and asked, "Is this a problem?"

"Isn't this troublesome?"

Zhou Botong glared back.

"That's bullshit! Then tell me what you usually do!"

Hong Qigong looked at Zhou Botong with an unhappy expression.

Zhou Botong thought about it and said, "It's very simple. Just find a place, take off your pants, squat down, poop, and then put your pants back on and you'll be fine."

Guo Jing: (-_-)ゞ

Why does it feel like Brother Zhou is missing a step?
"Ah~ You're so disgusting, don't you even wipe it off?"

Huang Rong folded her arms and moved away with a look of disgust on her face.

Zhou Botong asked, "Wipe? What to wipe?"

After Huang Rong said this, Hong Qigong and Guo Jing finally understood, and they looked at Zhou Botong with a bit of strangeness in their eyes.

Zhou Botong asked questions and chased after Huang Rong.

Huang Rong yelled, "Stop! You are not allowed to come over here!"

"If you tell me not to go over, I won't go over. Do you think you are my mother? I have to go over!"

Zhou Botong chased Huang Rong in anger.

"Ah! Brother Jing, save me!"

"Hey Hey!"

One was running away while the other was chasing, and they kept circling around Guo Jing and Hong Qigong.

It was not until Hong Qigong stopped Zhou Botong that the two stopped.

"Old naughty boy, if you keep making trouble, no one will play with you!"

Zhou Botong made a face and said with a wicked smile: "Do you really think I don't wipe my butt?"

Huang Rong pulled Guo Jing's arm and asked, "What do you mean?"

"what do you mean?"

Zhou Botong raised his head.

"Oh, I get it, Brother Zhou, you were just teasing us, you were actually wiping our butts!"

Guo Jing suddenly understood.

"I would like not to wipe it, but the skin is too uncomfortable."

Zhou Botong muttered softly.

"Okay, okay, stop talking about whether to wipe it or not. Let me continue to tell you about the bathroom. This is for taking a shower. Open this valve and adjust the hot and cold water here. This is a place for washing..."

After Hong Qigong's teaching, Guo Jing and the other two were truly amazed by these modern things.

"Okay, these are the basic operations. I haven't used the others and I'm not very clear about them."

Hong Qigong was the first to walk out of the bathroom, and turned back to say, "Let Jing'er and Old Boy live in this room together, Rong'er you live in the room next door."

"Got it, Qigong." "Well, it's getting late, everyone should go to bed early. We have to get up early tomorrow to grab a spot to buy jars."

With that, Hong Qigong and Huang Rong walked out of the room.

Huang Rong took out the room card and opened the room next door. After saying hello to Hong Qigong, she walked in.

Hong Qigong also returned to his room.

As soon as Hong Qigong and Huang Rong left, Zhou Botong hurried back to the bathroom, took off his pants and sat on the toilet.

"Hey, you know what, sitting down to poop is much more comfortable than squatting."

Guo Jing shook his head and laughed, then walked towards the bedroom.

After touching the soft and bouncy bed, Guo Jing sat on it and tested its elasticity.

Duang! Duang! Duang!

It's fun.

A smile appeared on Guo Jing's face, and he leaned back and lay on the bed.

"so comfortable"

"correct!"

Guo Jing suddenly opened his eyes, sat cross-legged, gathered his internal energy, and began to practice.

He just remembered what Hong Qigong said that practicing in a room is five times faster than practicing outside, so he decided to give it a try.

...

After Zhou Botong finished, he came out of the bathroom, touching here and there, as if he wanted to touch everything he saw out of curiosity.

"Hey? Where is Guo Jing?"

Zhou Botong glanced around in confusion.

"Guo Jing? Brother! Brother!"

Guo Jing stopped practicing, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he said, "Brother Zhou, I'm here!"

When Zhou Botong heard the sound, he trotted to the bedroom. After seeing Guo Jing on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, what are you doing here? I thought you left me alone and ran off to look for your little lover."

Guo Jing was pleasantly surprised and said, "Hey, why would I abandon Brother Zhou? Oh, Brother Zhou, I just tried it, and practicing on this bed really increases the speed five times!"

Zhou Botong placed the back of his hand on Guo Jing's forehead, frowned and said, "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

"Brother, what I said is true. If you don't believe me, try it!"

Guo Jing pushed Zhou Botong's hand away helplessly.

Zhou Botong thought to himself, my silly brother is very honest and would not lie casually, could it be true?
Zhou Botong sat on the bed with doubt, and began to use his internal energy to practice.

Feeling the unprecedented speed of cultivation, Zhou Botong's jaw dropped.

"Oh my! Holy shit, it really got faster! This, this, this. If I tie this bed to myself, then I can practice five times faster wherever I go. I'm rich!"

Zhou Botong shouted happily and began to look for things.

Guo Jing asked blankly: "Brother Zhou, what are you looking for?"

Zhou Botong said without even turning his head: "Of course I'm looking for a rope! Otherwise, how can I carry such a big bed with me?"

Guo Jing tried to dissuade him, "Ah? You want to take the bed with you? No, no, this bed belongs to Brother Lin, you can't take it with you."

"Sigh~"

Zhou Botong paused in his search, took a breath of cold air, and said to himself: "You reminded me! Big brother knows magic, killing me is as easy as crushing an ant."

Zhou Botong jumped to the right and continued to talk to himself: "Yes, if Big Brother knew that I took his bed away, he would never give me the TV!"

"Yes, I can't take it. I absolutely can't take it."

Guo Jing had long been accustomed to Zhou Botong's monologue.

Zhou Botong suddenly laughed at Guo Jing.

"Jing'er, I was just joking. Please don't tell our eldest brother about this, okay."

"Oh, I know."

"Hey, good brother, come on, let's practice together! I tell you, you can skip meals, sleep, and marry, but you can't skip practicing martial arts!"

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(End of this chapter)