Chen Ziyun got the cloth, stopped talking nonsense but turned around and left directly, and at dinner, Chen Ziyun returned to Ge Changyun's residence.

Ge Changyun watched Chen Ziyun enter the door, but he was holding a piece of fabric in his hand, which made him very curious, and said, "I thought you bought food, why did you buy a piece of fabric and come back?" ”

"Oh, I want to make clothes."

"You know how to make clothes?"

Ge Changyun was stunned for a moment, Chen Ziyun suddenly felt that this fabric was not enough to make clothes, and he said in a hurry again: "Actually." ”

"Hey......"

"How can I say it......"

"That's it......"

"If you have something to say, say it quickly."

Ge Changyun's face was solemn, and he didn't want to listen to Chen Ziyun's nonsense.

"I don't either, I just want to try it out."

Ge Changyun glanced at Chen Ziyun, knowing in his heart that what this kid was doing was making him unpredictable, just not hurting the heavens and reason, Ge Changyun said: "Okay, okay, don't listen to you, hurry up and sit down to eat." ”

"Oh, by the way, Aoi is not empty or doesn't eat?"

"The illness is not good, let's eat the three of us first, she will naturally eat when she is hungry."

Ge Changyun frowned and said, "Okay, it's also bitter for that girl." ”

Chen Ziyun looked at the food on the table, steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed buns, mutton soup, mutton soup, mutton soup, no, no, no......

Chen Ziyun sat down, raised his head and thought about it, although this sheep soup is warm and sweet, it can not only be eaten and treated, nourishing the body, warming the stomach and kidneys. For a young man who traveled to the Tang Dynasty and could have sheep soup to drink, this was already a great gift, and he was also quite content.

After dinner, Chen Ziyun brought a bowl of mutton soup and a steamed bun back to the room as usual, and Ge Changyun took the needle and thread to Chen Ziyun by the way.

Back in the room, Chen Ziyun dragged his chin with one hand, thinking about how to do it.

In the evening, Zhang Suinian had already fallen asleep, only Chen Ziyun sat at the table alone, and began to prepare to do **, he measured and measured, surrounded and surrounded, and finally knew his size, so he began to do it.

But just before he could do it, he asked Aoi Bukong on the side, and said, "Aoi is not empty, keep your eyes bright, this candle can't afford it." ”

"Okay."

Aoi's eyes brightened and shone on Chen Ziyun's hands. Chen Ziyun nodded, and began to sew and cut roughly with these unreliable hands, the tip of his nose was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes were fixed on each stitch thread.

He sighed in his heart, this is much more laborious than going up the mountain to fight wild boars, and it takes Chen Ziyun to sew stitch by stitch, and it took two hours to make a ** of his own.

Chen Ziyun turned around twice, the more he looked at this **, the more satisfied he became, walked to Zhang Suinian's side, gestured with the remaining fabric, and then returned to the table and began to make Zhang Suinian's **.

It didn't take long for him to feel that this ** made his skin uncomfortable.

Stinging.

This is Chen Ziyun's feeling.

Chen Ziyun didn't care, and continued to do Zhang Suinian's **, this ** was completed quickly, took the same handicraft ** as himself, came to Zhang Suinian, bowed his head and took off Zhang Suinian's pants, and put this ** on for him.

Zhang Suinian opened his mouth, looking sleepy, and then twisted his body to the other side, muttering what kind of dream words he muttered.

Chen Ziyun smiled and picked up the ** that had turned yellow and sticky, with an ugly expression.

Then he turned around and looked at the stained ** he had just taken off, and sighed: "This one is more yellow than the other......"

In the early morning, Aoi Bukong was still standing by the bed, silent, and Chen Ziyun didn't get up because of the two **s that he stayed up late to sew last night.

Zhang Suinian didn't know what he had done in his dream, so he sat up in fright.

The surroundings are unchanged, and the silence is as good as ever.

Zhang Suinian wrinkled his eyes, looked at Chen Ziyun who was sleeping next to him, and looked up at Fang Liang again, and then came back to his senses.

"How did I change the **?"

Zhang Suinian hurriedly got up, stood on the bed and looked down carefully at the ** he was wearing, and found that this was definitely the ugliest and worst quality ** he had ever seen, even when he was in the countryside, the ** of 5 yuan and two on the street was stronger than this.

Zhang Suinian hurriedly took it off, his eyes carefully looked at the uneven, like a dog's line marks, and sighed.

He then frowned and put the ** that looked like a rag on his nose and sniffed it, and then said slowly: "Did the second uncle make it for me?" ”

Thinking of this, Zhang Suinian walked to the sleeping Chen Ziyun with his bare buttocks, and looked at Chen Ziyun wearing the same ** as himself, so he was sure that his second uncle did it.

Zhang Suinian put on his new **, put on his clothes again, and then walked out of the door, looking at the courtyard, Ge Changyun was practicing a routine boxing technique.

Zhang Suinian pursed his lips, and after looking at it for a while, he found that although this boxing method was not as fast and explosive as Wing Chun, Ge Changyun's punches were subtle and restrained, and the moves were continuous, a bit like Tai Chi two thousand years later.

Ge Changyun's moves were slow and slow, and the flowing fist style made Zhang Suinian, who was standing on the side, look ready to move, after all, after he crossed the Tang Dynasty, he no longer had the habit of getting up in the morning to practice Yongchun.

Ge Changyun took the last move, closed his eyes and slowly, although he had been practicing for an hour, he only had small beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.

He slowly opened his eyes again, his gaze was more attentive than before, although he didn't look back, but he knew that Zhang Suinian behind him had stopped to pay attention to him for a long time.

Ge Changyun opened his mouth and said slowly, "What? Do you want to learn? Call me master, and I'll teach you. ”

Zhang Suinian looked at Ge Changyun, who was quite a master at the moment, and said, "Uncle Ge, actually, I don't really want to learn. ”

Ge Changyun's back was to Zhang Suinian, and when he heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he was really a little unhappy, and said, "Then you have been watching it for a long time, what are you doing?" ”

Zhang Suinian crossed his hands on his chest, walked in front of Ge Changyun, looked up at a serious Ge Changyun, and then suddenly separated his feet, pierced a small triangular horse, his eyes became bright, and his immature face was a little angular in the sunlight, and the horse steps that were tied down made Ge Changyun's heart shocked.

Zhang Suinian's calves and thighs form a standard 90 degrees, and at this moment he has an unbeatable breath on his body, although he is young, but this heroic spirit is deeply shocking Ge Changyun on the side.

Ge Changyun frowned, took a step back, and gave Zhang Suinian a position.

Zhang Suinian's eyes were bright, and at this moment he was like a general on the battlefield, with a childlike voice with a deliberately pretentious shout, and said: "Little thoughts, the first style, the preparatory style!" ”

At this time, Zhang Suinian stood upright with his feet together, his hands hanging down to the sides of his legs, and his eyes looking forward.

Ge Changyun looked at the soil marks left on the ground, his face was slightly surprised, and at this time, Zhang Suinian's body quickly turned sideways to Ge Changyun, and his hands were raised from the sides of his legs to the sides of his chest, and said, "Hold your fists!" ”

Zhang Suinian blurted out these words, his eyes flashed with a hint of needles, his momentum was even better, his slightly thin body quickly lifted his breath, and then clenched his fists with both hands, the heart of his fist was up, the back of his fist was down, and his arms were pulled back a little hard.

Ge Changyun didn't expect a child who was only seven or eight years old to have such a posture, the expression on his face was solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking about with a very old face.

Zhang Suinian's knees began to bend slightly, and he used the basic path of Wing Chun's small thoughts one move at a time.

Ge Changyun thought in his heart: "Could it be that these are all taught by Chen Ziyun?" ”

Thinking of this, Ge Changyun actually had a feeling like a man on his back, what kind of identity did this strange teenager have? Although on the surface, Ge Changyun has a polite feeling.

But from Zhang Suinian beside him, it can be seen that Chen Ziyun, a young man, is by no means an ordinary person.

Although Ge Changyun rarely went out in the compound and retired to the world, he was a well-known figure in the official road and rivers and lakes.

He also already knew that Nan Bowan secretly began to inquire about Chen Ziyun's origin.

Today, he saw this kid use a boxing routine that he had never seen before, and he was even more favored.

Zhang Suinian skillfully moved, waving his arms, making the clothes on his body make a hunting sound, and sweat was slowly dripping on his immature little face.

After a while, he slowly pushed forward along the midline with the base of the elbow, stopping for a moment when the elbow was one fist away from the chest, and then the wrist was the axis to make an inner circle of hand into a handguard, and the left handguard was slowly retracted to the chest with the force of the bottom of the elbow.

Recruitment.

Zhang Suinian's body was fast, and he lifted his breath and then slowly exhaled.

Ge Changyun looked at Zhang Suinian with complicated eyes and said, "This is the boxing technique that Chen Ziyun taught you?" ”

"Well, my second uncle taught me."

Ge Changyun didn't make a sound anymore, his face was full of vicissitudes, his face suddenly changed, but a sharp light was revealed in his eyes, this look was easy to make people uncomfortable......

Because he's thinking,

Nan Bowan, who is now spying on them, will one day face Chen Ziyun, who is now lazily leaning against the wall at the door of the house, who will win?