The sick life of a pirate

"Where is the wine? Brother Fu, did you buy me some wine?"

The old drunkard was like a cat that smelled fishy smell. He threw the smelly mud in his hand on a tent and trotted over.

"Now you call me Brother Fu." Fu Nuo grinned.

Rhett and Kyle glanced at the old drunkard's hand and stepped back in tacit agreement.

"You two can live in that tent."

Kyle had a strange look on his face. He looked at the old drunkard squatting next to Fu Nuo and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly. He had seen many pirates in his life, and had even been a pirate himself, but the old and young pirates like the one in front of him He had never heard of this combination of thieves, not to mention whether he had seen them or not.

"Go to the beach and wash your hands, and Brother Fu will give you a drink." Fu Nuo pointed to the beach, and the old drunkard ran over.

""Kyle.

"" Rhett.

This guy is so cheap to the extreme. He can actually call himself Brother Fu with an almost centenarian man without any inconvenience.

Not long after, the old drunkard ran back waving his hands. After Kyle glanced at Fu Nuo, he threw the new wine bottle he just bought to the old drunkard.

"Phew, much better"

Fu Nuo staggered up from the ground and moved his body. I don't know if it was an illusion. After the crazy exercise just now, his injuries seemed to be much better.

After thinking for a moment, Fu Nuo glanced at his arms, even his fingers were wrapped in them.

Red on the side seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around and ran back to the tent. Not long after, he ran back with a bag of bandages: "I just bought this from the villagers. It's time to change the bandages on you, otherwise When granulation grows, the surface will stick together."

Although the bandage on Fu Nuo's body had been tightly used for more than a day, it was almost completely soaked with blood due to Fu Nuo's frequent movements.

Fu Nuo did not refuse, but nodded. The sticky bandage wrapped around his body was really uncomfortable.

Two men in cloaks came over, one applied powder to the bandage, and the other came to help Fu Nuo remove the bandage.

"Um"

But just as he lifted up the bandage on Fu Nuo's finger, the person who was helping Fu Nuo to remove the bandage was stunned. Looking along the place where it was lifted, he saw that the bandage was actually adhered to the flesh and blood of Fu Nuo's finger. This This scene made several people around take a breath.

Because they clearly remembered that when Fu Nuo's finger was bandaged yesterday, the bones were faintly visible, but in just one day, brand new flesh and blood had grown and adhered to the bandage.

"Are you a monster?"

Kyle swallowed his saliva and looked at Fu Nuo with a strange expression. Judging from this recovery ability alone, this kid must have exceeded the scope of human beings.

Rhett covered his eyes with his hands, pried open a gap with his fingers, took a sneak peek, and hurriedly covered his eyes again: "Don't you feel any pain?"

"Keep peeling it off, quickly put on a new bandage and come with me."

At this moment, a majestic old voice came. When I turned around, I saw the old drunkard standing there with an indifferent expression. There was a clear sense of iron-blooded arrogance in his whole body, which made people straighten their backs subconsciously.

only

Thinking of the old drunkard's actions of throwing things away and playing with urine and mud, they couldn't be in awe of this guy no matter what.

Fu Nuo looked up at the majestic old drunkard and grinned strangely.

"Hey, you pooped without wiping your ass."

""Everyone.

The old drunkard's face suddenly froze with indifference, he glared at Fu Nuo with a dark face, stopped posing, turned around and went to the woods nearby.

"Huhuhahaha"

Seeing the old drunkard running away, Fu Nuo couldn't help but laugh. After laughing, he nodded to the young man in front of him: "Continue to expose."

Hearing this, the young man hesitated for a moment, then peeled off the bandage from Fu Nuo's hand little by little. Every time he peeled off the bandage, it was like tearing off a scar. The blood kept pouring out, causing cold sweat to drip from the young man's head. He glanced at Fu Nuo from time to time. .

After untying all the bandages and looking at Fu Nuo's expression that had not changed, the young man couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes.

It took nearly half an hour to wrap all the bandages filled with medicine on Fu Nuo, and the young man couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

Fu Nuo stood up, thanked him, and walked towards the old drunkard.

Not long after leaving, Fu Nuo saw an old drunkard drinking in an open space.

"Are you really planning to escort that little girl to the royal capital?"

Before Fu Nuo could speak, the old drunkard said as if he had eyes behind his back. This made Fu Nuo even more convinced that this old guy might really meet Wense Baqi, but Fu Nuo was not too surprised. The dignified Major General of the headquarters was Baqi. It's also normal.

"Um"

Fu Nuo nodded and sat down next to the old drunkard: "Escort me to the royal capital, and those nobles who support the dismantling of the girl will give me a ship. This deal will definitely make a profit."

The old drunkard glanced at Fu Nuo: "I think you feel sorry for that little girl."

"How is that possible?" Fu Nuo curled his lips.

The old drunkard snorted and said nothing, then said: "In that case, let them prepare more wine for me. Before leaving this village, I will teach you my personal skills in using finger guns. "

"Before leaving this village," Fu Nuo frowned and glanced at the old drunkard: "You are so anxious, you don't mean to say that you are not going to die soon, and you want to teach others your unique skills in the last time of your life. By the way, you are here." Pass some Qigong or something into my body."

"roll"

The old drunkard's hand holding the jug trembled, and he almost couldn't help but hit Fu Nuo on the head, and cursed angrily: "Even if you, a bitch, die, I will still live in good health."

"cut."

Fu Nuo curled his lips, but a smile flashed in his eyes.

"They think the world government is too kind."

The old drunkard picked up the flask and took a sip. A complex look flashed across his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Compared to the royal family that has been unwilling to become a member country, the World Government will be more willing to support a royal family that voluntarily allows the country to become a member country. , so the world government will definitely give some help to the man named Russ."

"Although a small country is not worthy of the World Government's efforts, there may not be secret intelligence agencies. Even if they are just insignificant and low-level personnel, they are far from what you can fight now. Reaching the capital safely is far from what you think. It’s that simple.”

"Tsk, tsk, so my former boss is really fine." Fu Nuo shrugged, not surprised by the old drunkard's words.

"I'm just stating the facts."

The old drunkard said with empty eyes. It was obvious that he had no good impression of the World Government, and then his face straightened.

"Your practice of finger guns has far exceeded my expectations. I originally thought that it would take at least a few months to half a year for you to master the finger guns, but now it seems that I still underestimated the degree of control you have over your body."

The corner of Fu Nuo's mouth twitched slightly. He was really not happy about what the old drunkard said. After all, all of this was due to that hellish training space.

He listened to the sounds of his muscles groaning, blood flowing, and bones colliding every day, and it was impossible for him not to be familiar with them even if he wanted to.

"So in the next few days I will teach you my own extended use of finger guns."

The old drunkard glanced at Fu Nuo and continued: "Although it is the same six forms, after learning the basics, everyone uses it in a different way, because the extended use methods of the six forms are created according to one's own understanding of the six forms. Find the technique that suits you best.”

"For example, some people fire finger guns through the air, some people turn finger guns into whips, some people use finger guns to apply to other parts of the body, etc. They are all created based on their own bodies."

Fu Nuo nodded clearly when he heard this. If he thought about it carefully, he could indeed find that the skill of pointing a gun was different in different hands.

“Although my techniques may not be suitable for you, what you lack most now is time, so this is the only way to make you stronger in a short period of time. The most important thing is to synchronize shaving and beating training. "

"Training with beatings"

Fu Nuo was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes at the old drunkard: "I still need to do some spanking training. Are you trying to take this opportunity to retaliate against me for saying you didn't wipe your butt when you pooped?"

"To shut up"

The veins on the old drunkard's forehead bulged out. He found that it was really necessary to have a good heart when talking to this brat, otherwise he would easily be pissed to death by this bastard.

"You idiot, you don't think that beating training is just to strengthen your tolerance for pain. If that were the case, the Naval Academy wouldn't have students in pairs, attacking each other crazily with wooden swords."

The old drunkard looked at Fu Nuo with a look of disdain: "Training with beatings can not only strengthen the body's endurance and pain tolerance, but also strengthen one's own reaction ability. You rely on your pain tolerance to be far superior to others. His desperate fighting style is completely seeking death."

"Just win."

"Hmph, what if you have more than one enemy?"

The old drunkard glared at Fu Nuo: "For example, yesterday, what if after beating the person who used inferior eight punches, another person appeared?"

Fu Nuo opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't think of any words to refute. After all, he fell into a coma after the fight yesterday. If the rest of the Kingdom's army hadn't been restrained by Kyle and others, anyone who came out could easily kill him.

"So, what you need to hone now is to learn to dodge attacks and launch attacks correctly, and training for being beaten can also allow you to adjust your body as quickly as possible to attack after being attacked, instead of fighting with others like you did yesterday. One punch at a time and I’m playing a turn-based game.”

"Then who's going to beat me and you?"

Fu Nuo didn't refute anymore, and looked the old drunkard up and down: "Your captain is afraid that he will punch the shit out of you."

"Believe it or not, I will use my old bones to fall apart and beat you, a little bastard like you."

"Just hit me. Who's afraid of you? Even if I can't beat you, I can stop drinking you. When the time comes, I'll send a photo of you playing with shit to the newspaper so that the world can see the Navy Rear Admiral's unique skill at throwing daddy."

"cough cough"

The old drunkard's face turned red with anger, but when he thought about the consequences Fu Nuo said, he decisively changed the subject: "There are so many people over there, just let them work in groups and take turns being your sparring partners. .”