As the Spring Festival approached, Xu Qing's path of martial arts training was also on the right track.
After a few excuses, he finally got Jiang He to start teaching him how to fight.
Despite its name, there were not many places where the fist was used. The main focus was still the palm. In Jiang He's words, there were three points: palm, grappling, and kicking. Once these three points were trained to the point, it was almost the end of his apprenticeship.
"Why does it look so ordinary?" Xu Qing asked, waving his hand.
In her hands, it was like the wind of a tiger, but in his hands, it was like a master fighting. He had no idea if he could beat the Five Lightning Whips.
"Waving Hand Fist is mainly a Sanshou. It's about speed and straightforwardness. It's about catching the enemy's flaws and killing them in one hit. Look at this palm of mine …"
As Jiang He spoke, he wanted to demonstrate to Xu Qing, but he was so scared that he quickly shouted for him to stop.
"I haven't learned it yet! Don't use me as a demonstration! "
"…"
"Also, why should I learn to kill them in one hit? Are you afraid that I won't be caught? You want to kill them in a fight … "
Xu Qing waved his hands and kicked his feet to practice the three moves she had just taught him. Suddenly, he asked, "Can you beat the monkeys after learning it?"
Jiang He was stunned. He asked curiously, "Why do you want to beat the monkeys?"
"I'm just asking … I think I can knock them out with one punch." Xu Qing clenched his fists. He was suddenly very motivated to practice.
Fortunately, they were on the first floor. No one would come looking for him even if he kicked his feet and stomped his feet. Otherwise, the door would have been smashed.
"Practicing the stance is to memorize it by heart. When the fist becomes an instinct, you don't even need to think to know how to catch the enemy's flaws. So you have to learn and practice hard …"
"I know. The song never leaves the mouth, and the fist never leaves the hands."
Xu Qing did not know much about martial arts, but he still knew this kind of common sense.
Jet Li punched a pillar in Huo Yuanjia. The phrase 'This punch takes twenty years' worth of effort 'made his blood boil. He wished he could find a stone slab and start hitting it every day.
He practiced stances in the morning, practiced boxing in the evening, and did some serious business in between. At night, he accompanied Jiang He to watch movies, taught him Pinyin, wrote a movie review, and maintained his account. His life was very fulfilling, which gave him the illusion that he was the protagonist of destiny. He eagerly waited for the evil organization to come to him, and then the two of them would work together to defeat them …
Tuk tuk tuk!
His imagination was interrupted by a knock on the door. Xu Qing wiped his sweat and went to open the door. As promised, Xiaoyan came to play with White Gourd. He also asked Brother Xu to help him with his homework.
"Brother Xu!"
"Come in. Did Grandma go out again?" Xu Qing rubbed her hair and let her in.
"En!"
The little girl was bored at home alone. Grandpa was sitting on the sofa watching TV, so she carried her homework and ran downstairs. She said she was studying, but in fact, she was playing with White Gourd.
"Sister Jiang He!" She was not afraid of strangers, and called out to Jiang He in a crisp voice.
"Hello, Xiaoyan."
Jiang He was inexplicably reserved.
There was a small change in her unchanging life.
Seeing Xiaoyan put down his book and ran to hug White Gourd, she thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to eat oranges?"
"No, I ate a lot of apples at home!" Xiaoyan shook his head, and then his expression collapsed. "I forgot to bring a few down …"
"You don't have to. We have some too."
"My grandma bought it. It's very big!"
"The one I bought is also very big." Xu Qing said with a smile.
With outsiders around, it was naturally impossible to continue practicing martial arts. He could only do some serious things, such as holding the computer and starting to make trouble.
Some time ago, the compilation of martial arts confessions had doubled the number of readers than usual. The martial arts special effects in the later issues were not as good as that one. He was going to strike while the iron was hot and make another issue.
Or maybe he could make a series about love, hate, love, and hate. A mistress, a crush, and a mistress … Then he would list the scumbags and famous scenes in period dramas. For example:
[Did I come at the wrong time? ]
[No, you came at the right time. ]
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Xiaoyan told White Gourd to lose weight for a while. She held it in her arms and gently stroked it. She moved closer to Xu Qing and saw that he was recording the idea he had just come up with on a document. He was typing a bunch of words. Feeling bored, she ran over to Jiang He.
"Sister Jiang He, are you playing a game?"
"No, I'm working." Jiang He's hands quickly typed on the keyboard, operating stainless steel … no, operating the blind man. She refreshed the picture every more than a minute, which gave her the illusion that her wallet was slowly bulging.
Mysterious energy!
Someone moved out 24 sets of Spring Festival sets in a month, which totaled more than 9,000 yuan. After Xu Qing did the math for her a few days ago, it gave her endless confidence.
9,000 yuan a month, more than Xu Qing earned.
The rich woman started by moving bricks.
But Xu Qing did not tell her that he had more than 40 numbers, while she had less than 10.
"You asked White Gourd to accompany you to do your homework. It didn't even move a word!" Xu Qing flipped through the sets of homework she brought. Wow, the relationship between him and Jiang He was even cleaner. Not a single word was written.
"White Gourd doesn't know how to do it."
"It will if you teach it."
"Oh."
Xiaoyan thought for a while, and it seemed to be the case. She sat on the sofa, opened her math book, and began to calculate. While she was calculating, she also talked to White Gourd.
It was getting dark outside.
Jiang He, who finished brushing her fatigue, stretched and looked at Xu Qing, who was still holding a notebook on the other side. Then she looked at Xiaoyan, who was counting with his fingers, and White Gourd, who had nothing to live for. After a moment of silence, she poured hot water for both of them.
"You can take a look at her homework. It's good to use your brain often to improve your IQ." Xu Qing raised his chin towards Xiaoyan. "You should be able to understand the primary school curriculum."
"Really?"
Jiang He curiously picked up another Chinese homework. Xu Qing saved the video on the computer and came to see the little girl's progress.
"I don't know how to do these." Seeing that he was done, Xiaoyan pointed at the difficult problems she had skipped and waited for him to explain. She pulled White Gourd, who was ready to escape, back and held it down so that it could listen to the lesson together.
Xu Qing took the pen and sat down to pick up her homework. "This …"
Jiang He held the book and peeked at Xu Qing, who was bending over to explain the problems to Xiaoyan.
The scene in front of her reminded her of the accountant in the stockade. At that time, the old man with a long beard also taught her how to read.
However, Xu Qing didn't know how to sigh, and he knew much more than the old scholar.
By the time she finished all the lessons, it was already eight o 'clock in the evening. Xiaoyan reluctantly put down White Gourd and said goodbye to the two.
"You send her up," Xu Qing said casually to Jiang He.
"Ah? Oh. "
Jiang He was stunned for a moment. He got up and put on his coat.
"It's just a few floors. I won't get lost," Xiaoyan said.
"I'm afraid that you'll trip and roll down." Xu Qing smiled. "Go quickly."
It was only a few floors away, and they could reach it by climbing the stairs. Xiaoyan carefully walked up the stairs, afraid that she would roll down like Xu Qing said. She knocked on the door with her little hand when she reached the door.
"Grandma, open the door!"
Cheng Yulan ran over and opened the door. She was stunned to see Jiang He behind Xiaoyan.
"Thank you, sister! Goodbye! "Xiaoyan waved at Jiang He.
"You're welcome."
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