For the mentality, Long Xiaoqi really didn't know how to find it, so he simply followed his own philosophy. First of all, he thinks that he should sit still in the face of the pink skull, after all, there are too many beauties in the entertainment industry.

A week later, Sister Sun collapsed. She had to go to Long Xiaoqi's room every day, and even began to let go of the picks in the next few days. Funny, but the problem is that Long Xiaoqi didn't mean to be on her at all.

Sister Sun was defeated and completely defeated. She swore that even if she was given a day by a dog in the future, she would never let this little seventh brother die. It's so humiliating, it's so hurtful to your self-esteem!

Lin Youran thought that Long Xiaoqi couldn't look down on Sister Sun's type, so he found a stunning one with a height of one meter seven or eight from his studio. It's a pity that it didn't last for three days, and this stunning beauty said that she wouldn't do anything.

Why don't you do it? Because Long Xiaoqi only can't do it!

Looking for them one by one, looking for them in pairs, in just half a month, Long Xiaoqi has completely become an old monk. Although these meats. The body is very, very seductive. people, but he can always hold the bottom line through strong willpower.

Of course, you always have to hard afterwards......

Almost, almost half a minute of learning. The current situation is that money can't make Long Xiaoqi's heart move, because he holds several golden trains; Beauty couldn't make Long Xiaoqi's heart move, because he still had hands...... Oh no, because he's a moral man who has stood the test of the pink skull.

At five o'clock in the morning, Long Xiaoqi walked into the park, breathed in the fresh air, and began to practice for half a minute.

Half Score is different from other fighting skills, it pays more attention to dexterity and reaction. In addition, half a point especially needs qi, and this qi needs mentality.

Soft, as soft, only soft as hard.

At the beginning, Long Xiaoqi was very uncomfortable, because he had always used strength and speed to win. When you enter the skill training that is so soft that you can't be softer, you have an urge to scold the street.

"It's not hard at all, it's just too hard." Long Xiaoqi couldn't help but exclaim.

After practicing for almost an hour, he still can't grasp half a minute of softness. More precisely, this kind of softness is not suitable for him at all, and he should take the path of swiftness and strength.

"Young man, your Tai Chi practice is not right, hehehe." An old man next to him laughed.

The old man was wearing a white practice uniform, a snow-white beard, a ruddy complexion, and kind eyebrows. When Long Xiaoqi was practicing for half a minute, the old man was playing Tai Chi.

"I'm not practicing tai chi." Long Xiaoqi corrected.

"Hehehe, what is it that you don't practice tai chi?" The old man smiled and said, "Tai Chi is all in one breath, look at it, I'll show you it." ”

The old man began to play Tai Chi, very slowly, whether it was loose, quiet, empty, or continuous...... It all gives a sense of fluidity. Not to mention the moves, even this feeling is comfortable.

"Cut, can your Tai Chi punch people?" Long Xiaoqi said disdainfully.

"Tai Chi pays attention to overcoming rigidity with softness, and it's really not a problem to beat people, hehe." The old man smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, you can punch me and try it." As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of being less strong, but Taijiquan is not afraid of being less strong at all. ”

The old man's face was unfathomable, and he made a starting gesture for Long Xiaoqi.

Half a minute of softness and Taijiquan's softness have the same second, hearing the old man say this, Long Xiaoqi really wanted to try. After all, he couldn't master it after practicing on his own for so long, maybe because he didn't have an opponent.

"Old man, my fists are heavy." Long Xiaoqi reminded.

"What are you talking so much about?" The old man cocked his beard and said, "Do you think your fist can really hurt me?" Wait for you to cry! ”

Confidence, strong self-confidence, this made Long Xiaoqi impressed. He believes that there are masters in the bustling and impetuous society that he doesn't know.

"Shall I fight then?" Long Xiaoqi shouted.

"Come on, come on." The old man smiled and nodded.

Long Xiaoqi punched over.

"Poof!"

The old man fell to the ground.

"Huh? What's the situation? Long Xiaoqi was a little confused.

Isn't this old man very powerful? Why can't you even take a punch yourself?!

"Oh, kill people, kill people......" The old man lying on the ground hugged Long Xiaoqi's leg and cried: "Lose money!" I can't stand up! Lose money, take me to the hospital, oops, it hurts me......"

Long Xiaoqi was completely confused: Damn, this old stream. Hooligans, even touching porcelain?! Uncle, the city routine is too deep!

Touched by a routine? Long Xiaoqi twitched his legs vigorously and ran.

"You're running, there's surveillance here!" The old man shouted.

But Long Xiaoqi ignored these, and ran away without a trace in a blink of an eye. He finally knows what it means to be an old stream. Hooligans, this is the real old stream. People. It's not that some old people in society have gone bad, it's the flow. Hooligans are getting old!

was touched, Long Xiaoqi simply rolled back and lay in the bathtub to take a bath.

While taking a bath, he played with the little yellow duck and rattled it. But one of the little yellow ducks can pinch it, but the other can't. Long Xiaoqi, who was really idle and bored, pressed the little yellow duck into the water fiercely, and as soon as he let go, the little yellow duck popped out at a faster speed than entering the water.

Long Xiaoqi was stunned for a moment, and then smashed the little yellow duck into the water with his fist. But as soon as he smashed in, the little yellow duck popped out with more force and almost flew out of the bathtub.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through his mind, and he began to abuse the two little yellow ducks.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ……”

Long Xiaoqi began to beat the little yellow duck, again and again. There is less water in the bathtub, and I continue to fill it with water to hit the little yellow duck, and I keep fighting, and I keep fighting, and I follow the magic.

"Sister Sun, what is Little Seventh Brother doing in the house?" Lin Youran asked Sister Sun.

"Crazy, playing the little yellow duck." Sister Sun returned to the road.

"Hit the little yellow duck? It's been all morning, right? Lin Youran looked puzzled.

"He's sick!" Sister Sun pouted and said, "Leisurely, don't you think Little Brother Qi is sick?" I think he still has to beat the little yellow duck until it gets dark, and he is not light. ”

Sister Sun has always had an unhappy attitude towards Long Xiaoqi, because the other party did not take her. This made her feel very ashamed, and finally there was a big tree that climbed to the sky in one step.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ……”

Long Xiaoqi was still playing the little yellow duck, from morning to noon, from noon to evening, and then all night. Keep beating the ducklings into the water and watch them pop out.

By the next morning, the sound of the duckling had finally disappeared.

"Little Seventh Brother, it's time for breakfast." Lin leisurely called Long Xiaoqi.

But there was no reaction in it.

"Are you asleep?" Lin Youran gently opened the door.

There was no longer a figure of Long Xiaoqi in the room, and the only proof that he still existed was the two tragically ravaged in the bathtub. little yellow duck......