This night, Qin Fen still has no heart and no lungs, and people who are naturally optimistic can do anything, as for the heavenly court, he can't control it, and the Buddhism is even more powerless, he really didn't mean it.

When I woke up, the sky was still dark, and the weather in the capital could be seen by people better than dogs.

After washing, I took Xiaodouding downstairs, this goods had already been in the room in a hurry, if you didn't pretend to be a dead dog, you can't enter the door.

Qin Fen glanced at Xiao Zhenzi and knew that he couldn't hold it back, whether the other party's kidney function was so good needed to be a question mark, this was obviously frequent urination.

Holding the motionless dead dog Chef Qin walked down the hotel, the waiter in the hall looked strange, and he didn't understand when he clasped his head, this forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, and I saw a slippery toy today.

Walking on the street, Qin Fen was a little dizzy, it seemed that it was almost the same when he looked horizontally and vertically, and there was no acquaintance in the huge capital, so the familiar streets were forgotten.

Putting down the impatient little bean ding, Qin Fen told it with his eyes that he couldn't grab land at will here, and if he met the aunt with the red armband, it would be over.

The music came to my ears, it was so familiar, the legend of the phoenix and the little apple, the square dance.

Following the sound, Qin Fen came to the bottom of a building, which was already overcrowded, and there were many breakfast sellers nearby, but Qin Fen, who was in the coke circle, looked at it, and didn't know if it was delicious, so he simply moved first.

Music, rhythm, action and figure, this place is full of life, Qin Fen walked to a corner, the quiet beautiful man is still suitable for being a small grass, Xiaodouding is also very low-key, and he slipped into the flower bed with a flash, and persistently grabbed the land. It is an ambitious stray dog.

There were quite a lot of people at the event. Qin Fen stood up. Slowly put on a posture, practice martial arts without practicing until the old one is empty, there is a clear difference between national art and martial arts, Chef Qin found that every time he finishes a few sets, the flow of qi and blood on his body will be extraordinarily fast, and the whole person is full of vitality, now he needs to practice diligently and come up with a simpler routine.

Provided to the public with dietary therapy. You don't need to play, you just need to get fit. The foundation is the Five Fowl Opera, which is more suitable than Tai Chi.

Looking around, he swept not far from his side, and found that a young man was standing on a pile, and his posture seemed to be a little strange and nondescript, he couldn't say where the problem was, Qin Fen didn't know anything about national arts, what school and what classification, and he didn't understand the practice methods of each family. But although I didn't understand, I found that this young man's posture could drive qi and blood. But it's not smooth.

If you continue to practice like this, there are only two results, either you will be abolished first, and you will be old and have a dark injury, or he will be sent and diligent can make up for his clumsiness.

After taking a few steps forward, Qin Fen glanced at him and took out a cigarette, "Dude, do you want one?" "That non-standard Mandarin was a little unusual in the square.

Smoke? The young man looked at him speechlessly, he didn't see him exercising, he had never seen such a fucked person, can he look at the occasion.

The young man did not open his mouth and practiced on his own.

"My name is Qin Fen, the struggling Fen, I just came to the capital, are you practicing martial arts?" The chef was a little curious, such a scene is basically difficult to see, not to mention that the other party is still young.

"It's not martial arts, it's martial arts!" The young man replied stubbornly.

The corners of Qin Fen's mouth cracked, did he take care of people, "What's the difference?" I think you're standing on a stake. ”

Rookie, the young man despised it fiercely in his heart, "Martial arts are not national arts, martial arts are performances, national arts!" The young man didn't say it, that was the previous statement, it was to protect the family and defend the country, and the national art was used to kill people.

"I see. What will you do, let's communicate, I will Tai Chi! "Qin Fen doesn't know much about the national art circle, and he can't even be considered a halfway monk.

Tai Chi your sister, do you think it's aerobics? Also communicated, the young man felt that he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, and met a madman.

Glancing at the other party, the young man's face turned pale, and he turned to the other side, the unspoken meaning was obvious.

After touching his nose, Qin Fen had no choice but to return to his position, find a place to sit down, and look at each other while smoking.

The young man stood motionless for a while, not as relaxed as he imagined, and began to sweat in a moment, beads of sweat covered his forehead. Qin Fen squinted, there was something wrong with the other party's movements, but the pile itself was not a normal posture, so he began to get tired all of a sudden.

Then a few tricks, the chef had a smile on his face, he had not studied the standing pile, nor had he seen it, but just now, at that moment, he found and corrected the other party's posture, and now these sets of sets, he found that the other party did not learn Tai Chi, it was somewhat similar. The lonely Chef Qin looked at it happily as if he had found a toy, and his eyes continued to analyze the simulation.

The body shook slightly, following the rhythm of the other party, "This is stealing the teacher!" Qin Fen found a problem, no wonder the other party's movements looked a little nondescript, it shouldn't have been taught by the master.

Just watching, a foreigner suddenly appeared on the side, shouting at the young man, this sound, the ground shook, Qin Fenmeng was choked by the smoke, and almost coughed to death.

"Master, I went to you yesterday, I couldn't open your steel door!"

The surroundings are very quiet, quiet and terrifying, whether it is an old man or a lady, or a middle-aged young man, even a teenager and a child look at the buddy with a strange face, and they selectively ignore the foreigner.

Qin Fen was very melancholy, are you worthy of the people to do it in such a large court?

The young man was sweating profusely, and he was anxious, I will go, this is disgusting. What do you mean my steel door won't open?

"You see that young man is in a hurry." An old man laughed.

"Young people nowadays, I don't understand!" The old lady was speechless.

Seeing the foreigner running closer, the young man scolded, "Fuck off, what do you call my steel gate, that's the iron gate!" Can't speak, no one, when you're mute. ”

The foreigner smiled honestly and buckled his head, steel? He didn't know too much about the words of the Celestial Empire.

"Private service, what will you teach me today?" The foreigner looked sincere and smiled.

Qin Fen's heart hurts so much, hurts for others, privately? Your sister, I'm still on the official website. However, from today's scene, he also saw a sign, foreigners are looking at the Celestial Empire, looking at the culture of the Celestial Empire, and they are quite interested in many things.

Kung fu! That's what the word is so fascinating.

It's a pity that he chose to be a rookie. Qin Fen also muttered in his heart.

"Then I'll teach you to stand on the stake." The youth thought for a moment.

The foreigner is very happy, there is something new today, in his heart, this is the real practitioner, not the old men and old ladies that he usually sees, nor is it a performance, it is real kung fu.

"Okay, private service, private service?" The foreigner asked a few times in a row, but the young man did not answer, but looked into the distance.

Qin Fen frowned, and secretly cursed dog blood, not far away a man was pestering a sister paper, and the young man's gaze became more and more irritable. (To be continued.) )