Although practicing boxing is crazy, the young man has never forgotten his responsibilities as a small Qinglou, his hands and feet are diligent and his natural love of cleanliness is together, the building is spotless every day, Cui Xiaoshan's white clothes are brushed through the corners that are most prone to dust and are not stained with a little dust, and the beauties have always been extremely satisfied.

Originally, he was a little worried about whether Wei Changpan would leave behind the thrifty habit of the past if he suddenly changed the environment, and the cleanest one when he brushed the dishes was always his, so he relaxed and still filled the somewhat twisted sea bowl with food again and again. Xiao Lan'er and Xiao Zhu'er's four personal maids, on weekdays, gather together to chatter and say some considerate words between girls, seeing Wei Changpan, a boy of the same age who is three or two years younger, did not avoid it, but pulled him along, and over time, the young man who was uncomfortable when he spoke to the woman was now smiling brightly.

In Xiaoqinglou, in addition to floral balsam powder, there are also popular fireworks and growing youthful chivalry.

The two books left by Lao Xiucai, Wei Changpan will also read one or two in his free time, what is written in the books is not the words and deeds of the ancients, and the whole article is about the truth of dealing with people. The former can't understand even if he wants to read it, but for the latter's penmanship of clarifying the main idea with a story, some of the original incomprehensible and difficult truths are thoroughly explained in a few words, and he likes it very much.

In addition, Wei Changpan, who had noticed that the four people had lost their appetite for a few days, learned the reason from Mama Chen, and returned to the vegetable patch lying at home in the rain that day, and waited until an hour and a half later, when the figure of the young man reappeared in the sight of everyone in Xiaoqinglou, two baskets of fresh vegetables and vegetables in the stove room were bent on the flat shoulder, and there were half baskets of shrimp jumping alive in the fish basket.

Wei Changpan, who doesn't want to add an extra tael to the monthly money this month, has his own reasons, the vegetables are grown in his own field, and the river shrimp are touched when he returns to Xiaoqinglou, even if he sells them at a stall in the town, it is only a few dozen copper coins. The amount of food you eat is amazing, and if you really think about it, the monthly money is not enough to manage the food, so you don't have to care about this little thing.

The next day, Wei Changpan went up the mountain with a big bamboo basket on his back in a coat and a hat, and came back when it was getting dark, carrying three red-bellied pheasants with bright feathers in his hands, a bundle of yams and some wild berries that Mama Chen had never heard of, and a kind of herbs that could not be named, dried and ground into sachets had the effect of refreshing and calming the nerves, and that night three unlucky golden chickens became a plate of Chinese food, and the skin and flesh with excellent taste were all in the stomachs of several people in the Xiaoqing Building....

From time to time, I brought back some mountain dishes that the beauties and girls had never seen before, and they were naturally first-class delicious under the skillful cooking of Mama Chen. There were a few more little blue crabs in the water tank next to the stove room of Xiaoqinglou that touched with the river shrimp, and Xiao Mei'er saw that they looked so cute, so she let these little blue crabs escape from the kitchen knife in Mama Chen's hand, and replaced them in the water tank for a few girls to tease, and I don't know if it was a blessing or a curse for them.

The rain finally stopped, and the women in the Xiaoqing Building entrusted Wei Changpan with the blessing of bringing back novel ingredients every day, their bodies were slightly plump, and their mood became sunny with the weather.

Only the young man frowned, as if he was a little annoyed, and at this time, several girls who laughed and played on weekdays did not disturb him to meditate.

I have been practicing boxing for more than a month, unlike the first half of the time, although it was slow but not to move the country, the practice of boxing in recent days is almost nothing, if it is only one day, I never thought that it would be like this for half a month, so that Wei Changpan is very puzzled.

On the Qian Erye side, it was not that he hadn't inquired, but he was choked back by the sentence "You can't break through such a small pass by yourself, and you still want to learn this punch?" Originally, Second Master Qian had long known about the problem he was going to ask for, and he secretly laughed in his heart that Lao Tzu had worked so hard at the beginning just for the current situation, how could he still slap himself in the face?

Since he wants to solve this bottleneck by himself, Wei Changpan has no idea where to start for a while, he is still just practicing boxing day after day, and the more he works hard to practice boxing, the more vague the impression of the boxing he demonstrated by Qian Erye at the beginning, and the three-point shape he has practiced seems to have a tendency to retreat if he does not advance against the current, which makes him a little at a loss and does not know what to do。 、

Among the four beauties, Cui Xiaoshan's posture is the most romantic, Cen Lin has poetry and books in his late belly, Gu Meisheng has taught good people to obey the pipa music in one hand, only she Yue Qingqing practices martial arts, and her heroic posture does not lose to men.

Roughly understood the bottleneck of the young man's boxing, Yue Qingqing was also very embarrassed, her one, although the fist and foot kung fu was involved, it was mainly in the blade exercises, and the boxing method was not inferior to Wei Changpan's half a catty and eight taels. After all, if a woman walks the rivers and lakes, if she is relative to others, she will beat others upside down with one punch and spit blood in her mouth, she will not swing her sword and downplay the retreat of the enemy, Yue Qingqing's fist and foot kung fu is also loose and ordinary, but it is better than the townspeople in a corner of the country who are more knowledgeable, and they practice martial arts early, so it is not difficult to give a little guidance.

After finding an open place, Wei Changpan first finished the five moves of splitting and drilling the cannon in one move, and the boxing was meticulous.

Yue Qingqing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, he was able to practice the current three-point shape in a month, and it was natural and ordinary, but he couldn't say that he didn't know anything, how could he not make an inch in the middle of the way? faintly saw some clues, Wei Changpan's fist was too dead, it was completely imitating the person who demonstrated this punch to him, and even a few subtle flaws were striving to be exactly the same, such a sacrificial demeanor, losing the move itself, practicing his own fist, even if he was lucky that there was no big fork in the way, in the end, it was just a trick to practice a show.

"Xiaopan" sorted out the main crux of Yue Qingqing, and said frankly: "We can see that you practice boxing hard, but some things cannot be solved just by hard work." ”

"Before practicing boxing, have you ever thought about what this boxing originally looked like? Studying people instead of learning boxing is like a scholar entering Beijing to take the exam, and all the articles he writes are picking up the teeth and wisdom of his predecessors. ”

"You practice boxing like this, it is absolutely impossible to become famous, and it barely has some effect of strengthening the body. ”

"Someone else's fist is someone else's, your fist is yours. ”

"You have to know that. ”

A set of fists seems to have only one point, but Wei Changpan's hard-fought divine will has three points.

Yue Qingqing said with a little apology, "Watching you practice boxing in the past few days, I was a little curious, so I casually compared some frames, but I didn't expect to have a divine will, I owe you a favor." ”

The young man seemed to have an understanding.

And then the punch, still resolute.

The fist swallowed thousands of miles, like a roaring tiger.