As the Spring Festival approaches day by day, Xu Qing's journey of martial arts is also on the right track.
After pushing back and forth several times, Jiang He was finally allowed to teach him boxing.
Tangshouquan is called boxing, but there are not many places for practical boxing. In Jiang He's words, the three tops, palm, grasping, and legs.
"Why do you look so ordinary?" Xu Qing asked, waving his hands.
In her hands, he is fierce and fierce, and in his hands, he is like a master fighting. He doesn't know whether he can beat lightning five times.
"Hang Shou Fist is mainly Sanshou, which emphasizes quickness and crispness. If you catch the enemy's flaws, you will kill with one blow. Look at my palm..."
Jiang He wanted to demonstrate to Xu Qing while he was talking, so he was so frightened that he quickly stopped.
"I haven't learned yet! Don't use me as an example!"
"..."
"And what do I learn to kill with one blow? You're afraid that I won't be caught, so fight and beat him to death..."
Xu Qing waved her hands and kicked her feet to practice the three moves she had just taught herself, and suddenly asked, "Can you beat a monkey after you learn it?"
Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and wondered, "Why did you beat the monkey?"
"Just asking... I think I can knock them out with one punch." Xu Qing clenched his fists, and suddenly practiced very vigorously.
Fortunately, it was on the first floor, and no one would come to him without stomping or kicking, otherwise the door would have been knocked open.
"The purpose of practicing posture is to master it thoroughly. After boxing becomes instinctive, you will know how to catch the enemy's flaws without thinking when facing the enemy, so you must study hard and practice..."
"I know, the song never leaves the mouth, the fist never leaves the hand."
Xu Qing doesn't know much about practicing, but he always knows this kind of common sense.
Jet Li hit a pillar in Huo Yuanjia, the words "twenty years of effort for this punch" made his blood boil at the beginning, and he wished he could find a slate and start shooting every day.
Stand up in the morning, practice boxing in the evening, get down to business in the middle, and watch movies with Jiang He or teach pinyin in the evening, write a film review account, and life will be very fulfilling after a while. Wait for the evil organization to come to the door, and then the two will work together to defeat each other...
Tuk tuk tuk!
The unrestrained fantasies were interrupted by the knock on the door, Xu Qing wiped off his sweat and went to open the door, Xiaoyan arrived as promised, came to play with winter melon, and asked Brother Xu to help with homework by the way.
"Brother Xu!"
"Come in, grandma is out again?" Xu Qing rubbed her hair and let her in.
"Ok!"
The little girl was bored at home by herself. Grandpa sat on the sofa and watched TV, and then ran down with his homework in his arms. It was called studying, but he was actually playing with winter melon.
"Sister Jiang He!" She was not afraid of life, and called Jiang He crisply.
"Hi Xiaoyan."
Jiang He was inexplicably cautious.
A little change in the unchanging life.
Seeing Xiaoyan put down her book and run to hug the wax gourd, she thought for a while and said, "Do you want oranges?"
"No, I ate a lot of apples at home!" Xiaoyan shook his head, then his expression collapsed, "I forgot to bring some..."
"No need, we have it 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 is naturally impossible to practice qigong again, so I can only do some serious business, holding the computer and starting to do things.
Some time ago, the reading volume of the martial arts confession compilation was twice as much as usual, and the special effects of martial arts in the next few issues were not as good as that one. He planned to strike while the iron was hot and release another issue.
Or you can also make a series, try both love and hatred, Xiaosan's crush is Xiaosan's... Let's take stock of the scumbags and famous scenes in costume dramas, such as:
"It seems that I came at the wrong time?"
"No, you came just in time."
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Xiaoyan told Donggua to lose weight for a while, held it and stroked it gently, and went to Xu Qing to have a look, seeing him record the idea he just came up with in the document, splitting a bunch of words, suddenly felt Bored, Dian Dian ran to Jiang He's side.
"Sister Jiang He, are you playing a game?"
"No, I'm at work." Jiang He quickly pressed the keyboard with both hands, the stainless steel... Bah, the blind man swiped the pictures every minute or so, giving her the illusion that her wallet was slowly bulging.
Ollie!
Someone moved out 24 sets of Spring Festival sets in one month, totaling more than 9,000 yuan. After Xu Qing settled the account for her a few days ago, she had infinite confidence.
Nine thousand yuan a month, more than Xu Qing earned.
The rich woman starts by moving bricks.
But Xu Qing didn't tell her that they had more than forty numbers, but she had less than ten.
"Let Winter Melon accompany you to do your homework, and you haven't touched a single word!" Xu Qing flipped through the sets of homework she brought over, hey, the relationship between him and Jiang He is more innocent, there is not even a single word.
"Winter melon won't."
"You can teach it."
"Oh."
Xiaoyan thought about it for a while, and it seemed like this. He sat on the sofa and opened his math book to start counting.
It was getting dark outside.
Jiang He, who was exhausted after brushing, stretched his waist, looked at the computer on the other side that was still holding the laptop, looked at the Xiaoyan who counted with his fingers, and the winter melon, who had nothing to love, and poured hot water on them after a while. water.
"You can take a look at her homework, regular use of the brain is good for improving IQ." Xu Qing raised his chin towards Xiaoyan, "You should be able to understand the elementary school courses."
"yes?"
Hearing this, Jiang He curiously went to pick up another Chinese homework book to read. Xu Qing saved the video on the computer and came over to see the little girl's progress.
"I won't do these things." Seeing that he was busy, Xiaoyan pointed to the difficult problems and other explanations that he had skipped. By the way, he pulled back the winter melon who was about to escape and held it down, letting him listen to the class together.
Xu Qing took the pen, sat aside and took a look at her homework: "This..."
Holding the book in his hands, Jiang He sneaked a glance at Xu Qing who was leaning over to explain the topic to Xiaoyan.
The scene in front of her reminded her of the accountant in the village. At that time, that old man with a long beard taught her to read in the same way.
It's just that Xu Qing doesn't know how to sigh, and knows a lot more than that old scholar.
After all the lectures were finished, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, Xiaoyan put down the wax gourd reluctantly, and bid farewell to the two.
"You send her up." Xu Qing casually said to Jiang He.
"Huh? Oh."
Jiang He was stunned for a moment, then got up and put on his coat.
"It's just a few floors, I won't get lost." Xiaoyan said.
"I'm afraid you will trip and roll down." Xu Qing smiled, "Go now."
The distance is only a few floors, and it is only a few stairs away. Xiaoyan walked on the stairs very seriously, afraid of rolling down like Xu Qing said, so he slammed on the door with his little hand when he reached the door.
"Grandma, open the door!"
Cheng Yulan ran over and opened the door, and was startled when she saw Jiang He behind Xiaoyan.
"Thank you sister! Goodbye sister!" Xiaoyan waved at Jiang He.
"You're welcome."