At half past eight in the evening, Jinhua Villa, the activity room on the first floor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is not so much an activity room, but a private martial arts training ground, there are no common table tennis tables, billiard tables and other facilities, the field is brightly lit, bright as day, paved with brown long wooden boards, fine dust, light can be seen, obviously there are people cleaning every day.

In a conspicuous place, there are four wooden stakes made of elm, except for one intact, the other three are all missing arms and legs, and they are dilapidated.

Next door to the wooden pile, there is a row of weapon racks, swords, guns, swords, halberds, everything, cold, shining, not common props in the market, are real materials of refined steel, killing weapons.

On the snow-white walls on all sides, there is a pair of cursive writing with vertical and horizontal strokes, which is written in the famous sentence of "The Art of War": its speed is like the wind, its Xu is like a forest, the invasion is like fire, and it is not moving like a mountain!

Lei Dong was dressed in a black Tang suit, majestic, with a dusty posture of a worldly master, while Zheng Yichen and Li Xuan were wearing silk refined practice clothes, white clothes were better than snow, and under their feet were a pair of Baina cotton shoes.

Li Xuan has kept a ponytail for more than three years, and was criticized by Lei Dong last time, threatening that if he didn't cut it, he wouldn't let Li Xuan practice martial arts with him.

The two did not have the leisure of laughing and scolding in the past, one by one, they concentrated on each other, watching Lei Dong's every move, their eyes did not dare to blink, for fear of missing the wonderful moment, resulting in less comprehension than the other party, and their entry in martial arts slowed down, and they were abused by the other party, so they both observed calmly.

Lei Dong first punched and kicked on the wooden stake, and in less than two minutes, he played a set of Wing Chun boxing, and he didn't take a breath of air, he walked straight to the weapon rack and pulled out a long sword full of brilliance.

Five minutes after dancing the sword, he shook it casually, and the long sword came out of his hand, impartially, and the whole root was submerged in the scabbard, before Zheng Yichen and Li Xuan could exclaim in amazement, Lei Dong picked up a simple knife again, and danced a white light like a snowflake, which was more dazzling than the light, dazzling, charming, water splashed in, and there was no gap to be found.

After holding the knife for a long time, he picked up a three-section stick with a knife and flew into the air, a backhand knife was retracted and sheathed, and when the air jumped, catching the three-section stick in the air, this piece is said to be created by the monk Sande in the thirty-six rooms of Shaolin after the martial arts mastery, held in his hand, just like a smart and treacherous long snake in general, hit the head and tail, hit the tail should be the head, hit the middle part, then the head and tail clamped.

Lei Dong did not stop for a moment, and within half an hour, even the eighteen kinds of weapons were all handy, such as arms and fingers, Zheng Yichen and Li Xuan looked at each other in shock, and looked dumbfounded, only then did they know that Lei Dong's martial arts attainments were much higher than they imagined.

In addition to admiration, Zheng Yichen was also secretly amused in his heart: "During this period of time, Uncle Lei has finally recovered physically, but he is not allowed to be free and unable to move his muscles and bones, but he is really suffocating!"

It turned out that with the help of Zheng Yichen, he recovered completely, but the symptoms of high blood pressure still existed, and Zheng Yichen still had to give him acupuncture treatment, so for nearly a week, he lived under the close supervision of Dong Ailing.

Before three meals a day, Dong Ailing had to force him to take medicine, staring at him, not even letting him go to the toilet, completely eliminating the possibility of him spitting out the medicine, no matter how Lei Dong did to ensure it, Dong Ailing also insisted on going his own way and turned a deaf ear to his pleas.

Dong Ailing urged Lei Dong to take medicine, but she was afraid that he would be overactive, which would lead to excessive mental activity and induce a second stroke, so it was expressly forbidden to let Lei Dong go to the activity room to warm up, unless Zheng Yichen and Li Xuan were present, they would let him go.

After Lei Dong eats three meals a day, there is only one thought left, looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and looking forward to the arrival of the two.

He looked sad all day long, sighed, and after eating, he moved a stool and looked downstairs, hoping to see the two of them.

Pity a good man with iron bones, and suddenly become a deep resentful woman.

It is precisely because of this relationship that even Li Xuan, who has always been unhappy, Lei Dong feels that he seems to be a lot more pleasing to the eye.

This night, Zheng Yichen and Li Xuan happened to be free at the same time, and came to visit together, but Lei Dongle was broken, and after eating in a hurry, after doing acupuncture treatment, they stuffed the practice clothes and cotton shoes that Dong Ailing specially ordered for the two of them into their hands, and changed into Tang clothes, and rushed to the activity room like the wind, and the scene at the beginning appeared.

After Lei Dong finished his enjoyment, he laughed a few times, his face was still unfinished, he raised a Fang Tian painting halberd with both hands, his tiger eyes were wide, and he was about to play a trick, Zheng Yichen hurriedly stopped him: "Uncle Lei, don't just think about yourself, we are not here to be an audience." ”

Lei Dong then remembered that his main task was to teach the two of them martial arts, his old face turned red, and he pretended to cough lightly: "I'll play with weapons, you can also watch and learn." ”

Zheng Yichen simply refused: "We don't want to learn weapons, you just teach us fist and foot kung fu." ”

Li Xuan said on the side: "Master, you'd better be serious, otherwise I'll go to Master to complain." ”

Lei Dong was angry when he heard this so-called title, and glared at him fiercely: "Stinky boy, dare to threaten me?" ”

Li Xuan shrank behind Zheng Yichen and said with a smile: "I don't dare to threaten you if I have ten guts, time is precious, you can give us a few words first, and then play tricks yourself, let us understand it ourselves." ”

Lei Dong is really afraid that Li Xuan, an eccentric boy, will sue, and besides, what he said is right, it is better to do the right thing first, and then move your muscles and bones, and you must distinguish the main and secondary clearly.

Lei Dong put down the Fang Tian painting halberd weighing twenty catties, and pondered for a moment, before deciding to teach the two of them a set of I-shaped Fuhu Fist for the introduction of martial arts.

This set of boxing moves is simple, straight and straight, and there is no change, but it is full of momentum and momentum.

After Lei Dong played quickly, he began to slow down the second time, and asked the two of them to follow the practice one move at a time.

In less than ten minutes, both of them mastered this set of boxing techniques, firstly, the two of them have not bad understanding, secondly, they have martial arts skills, and thirdly, they naturally want to boast about the teaching level of thunder.

Lei Dong saw that the two of them were playing like each other, and nodded secretly, Zheng Yichen's understanding he had known for a long time, but the unexpected gain was Li Xuan, this seemingly light and cunning young man, who practiced martial arts, and his understanding of moves was much better than Zheng Yichen.

After the two of them were proficient in the I-shaped Fuhu Fist, Lei Dong asked them to feed each other, one to attack and one to defend, and after a while, he asked them to exchange offensive and defensive roles.

Lei Dong was full of smiles, and after watching them finish feeding them, he looked solemn, pointed at Zheng Yichen and said, "Yichen, you come and make a few moves with me." ”

Zheng Yichen was pointed at by him, his heart was furious, the level of thunder was obvious to all, and he couldn't help but have a difficult face: "Uncle Lei, isn't it okay?" Even if ten of me add up, I can't match one of your fingers, so I don't need to fight or something, I don't want to humiliate myself. ”

Lei Dong was full of momentum, and he said: "The level of a person's martial arts does not emphasize moves and routines, but pays attention to the meaning and potential, and must have the momentum of 'I am invincible, sacrifice my life to strike', even if the opponent is half a chip above you, and the momentum is suppressed by you, it will be defeated in your hands!" How can you admit defeat without sparring? In this way, it has already lost a lot in momentum. ”

Lei Dong's bitter reprimand made Zheng Yichen, who was about to retreat, feel very guilty, and immediately became energetic and said loudly: "I understand!" ”

His limbs and bones were surging with a powerful force, as if he had been shot in the arm, his eyes were wide with anger, and he shouted violently, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, a flutter, like a tiger foraging for food, and pounced on the thunderous and majestic body.

"Let's take it!"

Zheng Yichen at this moment is full of momentum!

Ten seconds later, Zheng Yichen retreated in a panic, and his nose and face were swollen and embarrassed by the thunderous blow.

Lei Dong smiled wickedly, looking at his miserable situation with interest: "You understand a fart!" The theory of momentum first is of course correct against an opponent who is one and a half chips higher, but when the opponent is seven or eight chips higher than you, even if you risk your life, you will not be able to erase the gap like an abyss, and you are doomed to a fiasco. Therefore, when you encounter this kind of opponent, you should not say a word, turn around and leave! ”

Seeing Lei Dong with a smile on his face, Zheng Yichen covered his swollen cheeks, and his teeth itched with hatred: "It's clear that you're lying to me and being beaten!" This old guy! ”

Li Xuan was beside him, and said thoughtfully: "I understand!" Playing with an opponent who is too much higher than myself is asking for a dead end, I will definitely not think about fighting with my master in the future, just with Yichen! ”

His heart was bright, after Zheng Yichen was abused, the second person to suffer must be himself, after saying this, he was about to run to the door, and he was about to run to the door, and a huge shadow covered his whole person.

Lei Dong grinned: "You understand a fart!" Didn't I just say that? If you don't say a word, turn around and leave. Who told you to talk so much nonsense? ”

He swept his legs, directly kicked Li Xuan down, bent down, and repaired him.

"Oops! Pain, pain, master, don't slap your face, okay? I don't dare to sue you in front of Master in the future, please spare me......"

Li Xuan's scream of the wolf suddenly resounded through the empty activity room, and it didn't stop for a long time.

Zheng Yichen saw that Li Xuan's experience was worse than his own, and the resentment in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he watched Li Xuan tossing and moaning under the thunderous iron fist, accidentally pulling the wound on his face, grinning in pain, but he still couldn't suppress the bright smile on his face.