It's getting darker again.

When Zhang Feng returned to the cloth shop along the street, he also saw that Shopkeeper Li was looking anxiously at the door.

At the same time, when Shopkeeper Li saw Zhang Feng coming back, he hurriedly took a few steps forward and asked,

"Brother Zhang.."

He walked closer, came to Zhang Feng's side, and at the moment he opened his mouth, he first smelled a fishy smell.

He couldn't help but look at Zhang Feng's coat, it was blood.

But the sky was a little dark, and Zhang Feng's clothes were black, if it weren't for the proximity, and the fire in the store, he really couldn't see clearly.

"Liang Chu and a few people were cleared by me." Zhang Feng walked into the store, and nodded with the same worried old seven in the store.

For a while, Zhang Fengfeng looked light, in their opinion, where did this little brother Zhang carry a knife to kill people?

If it weren't for the blood on Zhang Feng's clothes, they would really think that Zhang Feng was strolling around and preparing to come back for dinner.

It's just that Zhang Feng looked at them silently, but he remembered something, and said to the shopkeeper who was also a little silent next to him,

"On the way, I ran into the patrol chief, and I followed him with two pieces."

When Zhang Feng said this, he didn't feel sorry for money at all, he just wanted to ask if he would have anything to do in the future if he was bumped into by the patrol chief.

"It's fine here." When Shopkeeper Li heard what Zhang Feng said, he subconsciously replied, but he remembered something, and put his hand in his pocket, wanting to help Zhang Feng 'settle the bill' and put money on the patrol chief.

But don't wait for the shopkeeper to say, and take out the money.

Zhang Feng first took out a money bag from his pocket, shook it, and made a 'whoosh' sound.

"Of course, I take the money to carry the money.

Besides, I have learned the business experience of these days from the shopkeeper, how can I trade at a loss?

Liang Chu and they have money, and I earned twelve oceans.

But this one will not be handed in.

But if you want me to treat the big guy to a drink and a good meal."

Zhang Feng took out five pieces of ocean and threw them to Lao Qi next to him, "A table of good food and wine, prepared in the backyard at night." But remember, don't go to Boss Lin's restaurant. ”

"Order!" Lao Qi took the money with a smile, knowing that Zhang Feng was arrogant to his friends, so he didn't say much.

Then passed by the shopkeeper and nodded helplessly.

He left work early and went out to buy groceries.

At night.

Set up a table in the backyard as usual.

Eat, drink, and talk about interesting things.

During the period, Lao Qi and they also inquired, how did Brother Zhang kill Liang Fang?

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that the crowd dispersed.

Zhang Feng closed the back door and moved his arm, feeling that the injury no longer affected his strength, he was ready to try the cheats he had just obtained.

Reflecting the moonlight, turn it over.

There are drawings of villains inside, as well as various detailed explanations.

Zhang Feng had some baji foundation before, but he could understand these frame movements.

I add annotations and can practice.

Trying.

Follow the actions on the map.

'Smack'

Zhang Feng first squatted slightly, his legs were solid, his right arm was raised into a fist, and his left arm was arched against his ribs.

The Liangyi pile is actually similar to the standing method of riding a horse and squatting in the crotch, that is, the zama step.

However, the two instrument piles of the eight poles should grasp the ground with both feet, the knees inward, the hands should grasp hard, the head should be straight, the waist should not be bent, and the chest should not be straightened.

In particular, it is necessary to ensure that the ends of the elbows are parallel, the head is perpendicular to the hips, and the middle is flat, not high or low.

Standing up and looking at it head-on, people will have a sense of the straightness of the word 'ten'.

When Dacheng, the left and right arms will have a feeling of 'holding the baby in his arms'.

There is a saying in the boxing scripture, 'holding the baby's elbow to the mountain, holding the tiger back to the mountain and slashing the waist', which is the power skills after the eight poles of the small frame are boiled out.

Zhang Feng thought about it, and while figuring out the shelf, he couldn't help but think of that Liang Fang.

The strength he fought before was made by this strength.

But to be honest, as for what kind of pile to practice and what kind of boxing to practice, in fact, it is almost the same in essence, it is all about strengthening the body.

Whether a kung fu is powerful or not, it mainly depends on the person.

For example, if there is a person who is strong and has a very good foundation, and worships the Eight Poles, then when this person is in the prime of life, he will be able to fight in the Eight Poles in those years.

Worship Tai Chi, that is, Tai Chi can play.

But there is another premise, that is, this person has taken over a lot in the past few years, and he has not been scrapped.

If it's scrapped, it's gone for a lifetime.

But as long as you can win a few battles, the reputation of this martial arts will also go out.

In the final analysis, the role of this kind of apprentice is, in a large sense, to work hard for his martial arts to make a reputation, and all he learns is all kinds of ruthless killing moves.

When the master chooses this kind of apprentice, he also chooses a brave and ruthless person first.

Sounds like an outcast apprentice.

It's just that this kind of apprentice often has the best relationship with the master, and is taught by the master, taught earnestly, eats at the same table, and is raised as half a son, which is really envious of the rest of the disciples, and wants to replace them.

Zhang Feng thought about it, and stood on the Liangyi pile for the first time, and after standing for a full forty minutes, he felt that his calves were a little shaky, and the frame was unstable, so he withdrew the pile.

Ordinary people, standing standard, at most, only ten minutes.

And Zhang Feng has a martial arts foundation and a high physique, of course, he has stood for a long time.

But Zhang Feng also knows that practicing is not a matter of time or two, if you can't stand steadily, you won't stand, if you are unstable, it's useless to stand.

It's better to finish the strength and shelf that can be played first, and then slowly boil the two racks.

In this way, it will not be delayed, but it can maximize the benefits of hard work.

The premise is that after practicing other kung fu, people still have the strength to practice.

Coincidentally.

Zhang Feng has fragments of the ghost capital.

..

As the night passed.

The next day.

It was about six o'clock in the morning.

Today is the day to send wolf skins and go to the president's house.

Zhang Feng got up early and came to the yard.

But when I looked up, the sky was a little cloudy today, and the breeze was blowing.

A gust of wind blew, and the old poplar tree also dropped a few withered yellow leaves.

"It's late autumn.." Zhang Feng opened the shelf, and before the shopkeeper came, he moved his fists and feet first.

Half an hour passed.

A trip to the shelf came down, and the whole body was warm.

Sit and rest for a while.

The shouts of the shopkeeper also came from outside the hospital,

"Brother Zhang is up~"

Click—

The courtyard door opened.

Zhang Feng saw that Shopkeeper Li was wearing a slightly thicker coat today.

"Seventh, they look at the store in the morning."

Shopkeeper Li is holding a wolfskin jacket in one hand and an oil bag in the other.

A smell came, and there were four large buns inside, all of which were meat.

Take the bag.

Zhang Feng ate while walking, taking three or two bites of a big bun full of oil.

Zhang Feng only ate this bun yesterday.

Their buns have a lot of filling and thin skin.

The steamed buns are steamed out of the cage, and the dough is soaked with oil, and a touch of the bun skin is a hand of oil, and the bag containing the buns is soaked in oil.

Especially when this oil bun tastes, the meat filling is still crispy but not soft, fragrant but not greasy, if it is paired with his freshly ground soybean milk.

That tastes..

Just passing by on the road, his steamed bun shop is not far north of his store.

Zhang Feng ran over to his store, specifically asked for a bowl that was not too hot, and drank a bowl.

Refreshing.

After eating the bun again, rub it on the bag, wipe your hands, and prepare to take the wolf skin jacket in the shopkeeper's hand.

Shopkeeper Li shook his head and quipped: "Just a few steps away, don't take over." ”

"Wipe your hands clean."

Zhang Feng threw the bag into a nearby garbage heap and wanted to pick it up, but when he saw that the shopkeeper wouldn't let him, forget it.

Anyway, what the shopkeeper said is not far away, and it is indeed not far away.

Walking through the two streets east of the city, at the west end of the corner near the north of the city, a mansion comes into view.