"Mother! Mother!" Yang Baoshu screamed and ran around the yard: "It's really none of my business, they beat me!"
"Why do people beat you?" The middle-aged woman put her hands on her hips and pointed at him angrily: "If you don't mess with them, will they beat you?"
Chu Li watched from the big round mirror.
This middle-aged woman has a petite figure and a charming appearance.
There are almost no pretty women on this street, so her beauty is outstanding.
"I don't know either." Yang Baoshu said in an innocent tone: "I really didn't offend them, they only offended me!"
"Nonsense!" the middle-aged woman became even more angry: "You talk nonsense all day long, why do they want to offend you?"
"Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Yang Baoshu said uncertainly.
"Nonsense!" the middle-aged woman was furious: "You are so tall and powerful, who thinks you are easy to bully?"
"Mom, your idea is wrong." Yang Baoshu said hurriedly: "He is tall and useless. The guy who bullied me is short and thin. He beat me just like he was playing!"
"Have you grown so big in vain?" The middle-aged woman became even more angry: "If he bullies you, won't you hit him?"
"I'll fight you, but I can't beat you!" Yang Baoshu said helplessly: "I'm not good at martial arts!"
"That's because you don't practice hard!" The middle-aged woman snorted: "Practice after eating, don't be lazy!"
"Mom, I have the guidance of a famous teacher. I don't have a master. What can I do if I practice with a secret book?" Yang Baoshu muttered. Seeing the middle-aged woman glare at him, he hurriedly laughed and said: "Yes, I'll finish eating."
I just practice Kungfu while I’m eating, I’m a natural genius and I don’t need a master!”
The middle-aged woman said angrily: "Why do you think I am incapable of your mother? I can't make money, so I can't help you become a master."
"Mom, it doesn't matter, I'm quite good at practicing by myself." Yang Baoshu said hurriedly: "Although I was bullied by Hu Yu, I can bully others!"
"You bastard, you still bully others?!" The middle-aged woman's face turned serious.
Yang Baoshu waved his hands hurriedly: "That's what I said, of course not!"
‘Huh, let’s eat!’ The middle-aged woman turned around and entered the house.
Yang Baoshu took a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his head, and finally passed this level!
Chu Li laughed out loud and found it interesting.
He has been ignoring Yang Baoshu because he is afraid that it will cause him trouble.
This young man is rare and kind-hearted.
He carried the braised pork to the east yard.
Yang Xu took it and cut it into pieces and put it on a plate. Chu Li wanted to go back. He had already eaten in the restaurant.
"Wait a minute!" Xiao Shi shouted.
Chu Li looked at her.
Xiao Shi was sitting on an embroidered pier in the courtyard. She was holding a book and frowning at him, her clear eyes flashing.
"Chu Li, are you avoiding me?"
Chu Li hesitated: "No."
"I'm not stupid!" Xiao Shi rolled her eyes at him and said softly: "Chu Li, am I a spiritual beast? Are you afraid of being like this?"
Chu Li smiled.
"Why on earth?" Xiao Shi hummed.
Chu Li said calmly: "Young lady is too worried, it's nothing."
"Humph!" Xiao Shiming's eyes flickered, half-smiling but not smiling: "Chu Li, do you like me?"
Chu Li hurriedly waved his hand.
Xiao Shi chuckled: "It seems right."
Chu Li smiled bitterly: "Miss, let me tell the truth. I'm a little worried that I can't control myself because I really like Miss."
"Where's the most beautiful woman in the season? Don't you like her?" Xiao Shi's smile became even thicker, as bright as a pearl.
She knows her own charm, but it's a pity that she is so confused that she can't like others. But teasing Chu Li is quite interesting.
"Irrational thoughts are the source of trouble." Chu Li sighed: "Don't worry, miss, I won't ask for trouble."
Xiao Shi said: "All men are like this, and you are not exempt from it!"
Chu Li nodded lightly.
Xiao Shi suddenly felt uninterested and waved her hand: "Go ahead."
Chu Li smiled, stood up and left.
This Xiao Shi is really the bane of men, with unparalleled beauty, gentleness like water, and an alluring smile, but a heart as cold as stone.
He was not afraid that he would not be able to control his love for Xiao Shi. When he saw her, he would think of Xiao Qi and feel a twinge in his heart, so he subconsciously avoided meeting her.
——
In the evening, the courtyard was filled with red clouds.
Chu Li slowly waved his long sword in the courtyard, transforming the Seven Forms of the Divine Sword into the Seven Forms of the Divine Sword.
He has always been dissatisfied with the power of the Seventh Form of the Divine Sword. He has not exerted all the power of the Seventh Form of the Divine Sword. It seems that there is a layer of paper between him and it is just a little short, but it cannot make up for it no matter what.
He knew that this was because his martial arts training was shallow and he lacked sufficient foundation.
The process of practicing the Seven Divine Sword Styles is also a process of integrating martial arts, which is of great benefit to him.
After Yang Baoshu had eaten, he practiced martial arts for a while, put up a long ladder to the roof, and climbed up to the roof, trying to replace a broken tile.
He suddenly saw Chu Li wielding a sword in the courtyard, and immediately laughed twice and waved hello.
He knew that his neighbor was a weirdo and didn't pay much attention to people, but he still had to say hello when he should, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.
Chu Li nodded, then slowly swung his sword.
The moves are very simple. The key is the match between the mental technique and the moves. It needs to be perfect in order to fully exert its power.
His movements couldn't completely match his mental state, so he gestured slowly, trying to find that hazy feeling.
From the outside looking in, he was making random gestures, not practicing swordsmanship, but playing with it.
Chu Li was not afraid that Yang Baoshu would see it, and focused on looking for that hazy feeling.
Yang Baoshu stood on the roof, holding a tile in his hand, absent-mindedly, glancing at Chu Li from time to time, extremely curious.
"Ouch!" He suddenly screamed strangely and rolled down from the roof.
"Bang" fell into Chuli's yard.
Chu Li turned to look at him.
Yang Baoshu turned over and stood up. He didn't bother to pat the soil, scratched his head, and smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for disturbing your sword practice, sir!"
Chu Li returned the sword to its sheath: "You're not hurt, are you?"
Now that he was in his own yard, he couldn't think of anything to do with it, so he said hello.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" Yang Baoshu said hurriedly: "I have rough skin and thick flesh, so it doesn't matter if I fall!"
"I can see it." Chu Li said.
In the past few days, he saw that Yang Baoshu came back with injuries every day and was beaten. Every night after dinner, he was practicing with a secret book.
In his opinion, it is just like a child playing house, and he will never be able to practice it in his lifetime.
Yang Baoshu looked at his sword and said with a smile: "Sir, are you a martial arts master?"
Chu Li waved his hand.
"What a good sword!" Yang Baoshu stared at the dark green scabbard and exclaimed: "What a good sword!"
Chu Li laughed.
He saw Yang Baoshu's inner thoughts.
The sword is also strange because it is just a wooden sword. It is gray, and it is a fancy sword. It is soft and has no sword. Not to mention killing people, even chickens cannot be killed!
Fortunately, this weirdo didn't have the nerve to admit that he was a martial arts master, so he didn't lie.
Chu Li put the sword on the stone table: "I'll pour you a cup of tea."
He got up, went inside, and made a cup of tea.
Yang Baoshu smiled sheepishly and took the tea cup with both hands.
As expected, he is a scholar. Although he is very arrogant and does not pay much attention to others, when he arrives at his house, he is still very polite.
"Um..." Yang Baoshu said sheepishly: "Sir, can I see that sword?"