It's rare to meet someone stronger than her, it would be a shame not to use him to practice and improve her fighting power.
Seeing this, Leng Hua also walked out and called Old Mei to the martial arts training ground.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Mei muttered helplessly: "We need to practice again? She can't beat me, no matter how much she practices, it will be the same." He shook his head and went to the martial arts training ground.
As he said, Fengjiu really couldn't beat him. The two practiced for a whole afternoon until Meizhe shouted breathlessly, "No, no, I won't do it anymore. If I continue practicing, I will lose my life. How can an old man like me compete with you young ones? No."
As he spoke, he backed away: "I need to go back and rest." As he spoke, he ran away as fast as if his feet were greased.
Feng Jiu smiled, swung her hands, wiped the sweat off her face, and felt refreshed. It had been a long time since she had practiced so well. However, as expected, different levels of strength also meant different speeds. Her attacks seemed to always be half a beat slower than Mei Lao, and she never managed to hit him.
However, after this kind of training, my body movements and attack avoidance have improved, so it cannot be said that I gained nothing.
She went to the courtyard, intending to take a bath and change clothes. After leaving, Mr. Mei ran into Leng Shuang and the child again when he was walking to the courtyard. When he saw Leng Shuang, he stroked his beard and smiled.
"Leng Shuang! You're carrying Xiao Hao out to play again! Oh, that's great, you're taking care of a child before you get married, so you'll be much more experienced in taking care of your own children in the future."
Hearing this, Leng Shuang glanced at him and asked, "What are you doing here again?"
"Haha, I was just about to go back to the hospital after accompanying the young lady to practice! I didn't expect to run into you guys." He said with a smile, his eyes fell on the child, and said: "How did you raise this little guy? He is so fat, and I am itching to hold him and play with him."
"Not everyone can hold the young master." Leng Shuang said, holding the giggling Hao'er and walking past him: "Since you want to go back to the courtyard, then go back quickly! I still have to take the young master to the master's place, so I don't have time to chat with you here."
"Okay, then go ahead!" He waved his hand and stood there watching them leave. Only after he could no longer see their figures did he stroke his beard and slowly walk into the yard.
"It's also a blessing!" He said softly, with a deeper smile on his face. However, no one heard this sentence, and no one knew what it meant.
That night, Mei Zhe, who was on guard, was patrolling everywhere with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune. When he walked to the back door, he saw two figures sneaking in. When he saw that they were about to step into the formation and trigger it, he dodged and chopped at the two men with a knife, knocking them out instantly and then pulled them up.
Pulling down the black cloth on the two men's faces and taking a look, he chuckled: "With such little strength, you dare to break into this mansion? You really don't know how to live or die." He grabbed the collars of the two unconscious men and dragged them away happily, planning to take them for a reward tomorrow.
The next morning, when Fengjiu was about to go out, she saw Old Mei dragging two men in black with an excited look on his face.