Ten small buildings practice boxing and listen to the sound of rain
Everything is difficult at the beginning. Now that the road has been pointed out, the rest is the hard work of building bridges across mountains and rivers. Since Qian Erye knew early on that his talent for martial arts was extremely poor, he could only work hard the day after tomorrow.
, it’s just a matter of spending a little more effort, and it will happen again the next day after you sleep.
Since you no longer have to worry about food and clothing, you don't have to worry about everything, including just a few bites of food and walking every day.
The days in the brothel were ordinary and comfortable, but the drizzle continued for more than ten days, causing many families in the town to repair roof leaks. Even the blue-brick and large-tiled houses of the wealthy families in the town suffered a little.
There was a disaster, not to mention the old thatched-roofed house in Wei Changpan's house, which happened to be in a low-lying location. A finger's worth of rainwater accumulated in the house, and the roof leaked like a sieve, with more than a dozen holes, large and small.
, it was difficult to repair it completely in one time. Fortunately, Cui Xiaoshan was considerate and allowed him a full three days' leave. Taking advantage of the sunny weather for only two days, he hurriedly helped his father, who was already a little weak in his legs and feet, to repair the thatch.
After draining away the accumulated water in the house, I also took a break from my busy schedule to go to Mr. Qian's house to see if there was anything I could help with.
When I saw this kid, I thought about throwing away the dagger worth three hundred taels of silver. My heart trembled with heartache. The rough face of my beard turned a bit white. I was probably still distressed by the amount of money that could fill a table.
Mr. Qian was not angry. He rolled his eyes and said that his house was strong, so he sent the young man at the gate to go back and forth quickly to practice boxing so as not to be an eyesore.
When they returned to the brothel, the beauties saw Wei Changpan as if they were reunited after a long absence. They teased him by pinching his cheeks and rubbing his head, which made him confused and blushing. With great difficulty, he got out and went to the kitchen at the back of the building to help Chen.
Grandma is preparing meals for the day.
We don’t know when it will rain. Most of the street vendors in the town are too lazy to shout for a long time on the muddy road with few people and still can’t earn a few copper coins. They all stay at home and never go out. Fortunately, Wei Changpan
A few days ago, I helped Grandma Chen pick out a lot of non-perishable vegetables and some pickled fish and dried meat, which also saved me the trouble of getting wet in the rain. But for the four who are the most picky about food, it is not suitable for them.
With such a table full of dishes that were neither unearthed vegetables nor fresh meat that day, it was really hard to eat with chopsticks. Several meals in succession were just a few chopsticks. The young man who came from a poor family cherished food the most and practiced it.
After the punch, the appetite also increased greatly, which made Xiao Zhuer and Xiao Meier stunned. The amount of food they had in one meal was eaten up by this guy in three or two mouthfuls.
How could he not be frightened when everything was clean? While she was laughing and scolding this boy, she was really a real rice bucket. At the same time, she added rice to the empty bucket and asked if he had eaten enough. This made him even more excited as he held the bowl and chopsticks.
Feeling embarrassed.
The four girls went upstairs, and the other three gathered around Gu Meisheng, who was usually the most greedy, and searched for her, completely ignoring the resentful look that could make any man in the world break his heart. A small package of Yun Pian Cake could not reach anyone's mouth.
Just one or two pieces. Looking at the three people around who still refused to let her go, he said aggrievedly:
"This is the last package. With no way out, even the gold and silver mountains will be emptied one day. What's more, there are still three of you big gluttons coming to my place to enjoy the autumn breeze..."
"She's not just a little girl crying all day long. Aunt Chen is also a clever woman who can't make a living without rice. She only has a few things in the kitchen. She has no place to go out to buy them now. She just has to make do with them for a few days." Yue
Qing Qing gave her kind words and comfort.
"It's so pleasant to see the dripping autumn rain at first, but later I realized that the dripping rain is so annoying." Cen Lin didn't even raise his head at night.
"Are you so hungry that your chest is pressed against your back and you still have time to read?" Cui Xiaoshan glanced at this cold beauty, "I saw you eating the fastest when we were dividing the cloud cakes just now." As soon as he said this, the former's picture
A faint blush appeared on the beautiful face, giving that otherworldly face a touch of the worldly atmosphere.
"Qingqing, you said Xiaopan's recent martial arts practice is true?" Cui Xiaoshan said casually.
"Yes, I heard from Granny Chen and those girls that Xiaopan became a disciple of the ranger in the town. He didn't learn weapons. He is currently practicing his grandma's boxing and kicking skills. Although the boxing skills are mediocre,
, but there is something unique about him, and his master is probably not someone who is misleading others, so we don’t need to worry too much about him."
"Xiaopan's master also gave him a dagger for protection. From what people in the town described, it was sharp and very rare in our area. He is very lucky."
After saying that, he remembered that he once had a dagger, but unfortunately he gave it to a ranger and never saw it again.
I wonder how he is now?
Yue Qingqing traveled to Jianghu for the first time. She met several bandits outside the nearby county.
There is no problem with self-preservation in art. I couldn't hold back tears when I heard some explicit teasing from the five-year-old man who hadn't seen a woman in months, let alone draw a sword to fight. Fortunately, Jiren has his own destiny, and the wilderness is wild.
A knight-errant actually appeared in the place. She had only seen heroes saving beauties in novels about gifted men and beauties, and she was overjoyed at that time. The only drawback was that the knight-errant looked a bit ugly, unlike the white-clothed jade trees in the book.
Linfeng's image of a handsome young man is really completely different. What's even more surprising is that this ranger is probably a newbie and is not good at martial arts, and his sword skills are not as good as hers. He failed to save the beauty but was subdued by the bandit who only suffered some superficial injuries.
The bandit didn't kill him. He vented his anger with punches and kicks and then left, leaving her and the poor ranger who fell to the ground staring at each other.
The sight of the ranger whose money had been taken away was very miserable, which made Yue Qingqing feel very guilty. She took out the money to compensate and humiliated the person, and gave it to him as a gift along with the dagger given by his master in the year of his hair. However, he changed the owner's.
When a dagger meets an unkind person, it can only do trivial tasks like opening wine jars and cutting meat, and it does not get the privilege of keeping it close to a beautiful body.
The rain kept falling outside the brothel.
In the little brothel, I kept practicing boxing.
The boxing techniques taught by Mr. Qian Erye include splitting, collapsing, drilling, and cannon. It has a main trunk and dozens of branches. Although it is called external boxing to the outside world, it is actually practiced both internally and externally. In the fight between warriors of equal strength, both the killing power and the change are excellent.
If you want to be better, there will be gains and losses. The more changes there are, the more difficult it will be for the first time. Wei Changpan does not seek variety, but only wants to practice the five starting moves well before practicing the others.
The cycle of splitting, drilling, cannons, and crosses is repeated. Every posture is striving to be very similar to what Mr. Qian taught me that day. Now, the physical resemblance is still unattainable, but the physical resemblance is already three points.
In fact, Mr. Qian was not wrong. Wei Changpan's talent in martial arts was indeed mediocre, but his patience had long been tempered by the hard times in the past. The threshold that was extremely difficult for the children of wealthy officials to practice martial arts was difficult for young people.
For Lang, it doesn't exist at all.
Nothing but familiarity with your hands.
The young man practices boxing in the open space of the brothel, by the side of the main road in the town, when the cock crows, and when the sun rises three poles. Since there is nothing to do, he will practice boxing.
Punch out the rain, wash your ears and listen to the sound of rain.