Since that day, Mo Wen's attitude towards Xiao Xiao's martial arts practice has changed as if he had changed.

In the morning, let Xiao Yan practice boxing with the disciples of the martial arts hall, Xiao Yan's small figure had to stand in the first row every time to see the master's movements, and in the afternoon, it was Mo Wen who taught him bench boxing one-on-one.

This bench boxing is not so much a boxing technique, but a more appropriate description of gymnastics. Most of the people on the rivers and lakes also use this to perform showmanship. There are 36 types of regular floor stool boxing, but strictly speaking, there are not a few moves that can be counted as tricks, most of them are some requirements for body and posture, as well as how to hold the bench. In Mo Wen's opinion, these things were a waste of time and useless, and he was already a little guilty of fooling Xiao Xiao Yan to learn this.

Mo Wen tried to make Xiao Xiao Yan give up the bench and concentrate on practicing his best and most reassuring Mo family boxing many times, trying to make up for his mistakes, but was firmly rejected by Xiao Xiao.

In this way, Xiao Xiao Yan practiced Mojiaquan in the morning and bench boxing in the afternoon, and he was physically and mentally exhausted but also happy every day. In addition, Mo Wen also carefully taught him a set of breathing methods to straighten out internal qi and activate the meridians, although it is only the most common internal family exercises on the rivers and lakes, but it has also brought great improvement to Xiao Xiao Yan's body - after practicing like this for two months, Xiao Xiao Yan gradually mastered the thirty-six styles and was also surprised to find that his stuttering was much better, and now as long as he is not very emotional, he can speak and speak as coherently as ordinary people!

It's just that I don't know when there is another problem - coughing, it's not a day and night, it's just that every time I move my body, I always cough involuntarily twice. It wasn't a cold, and there was no fever, he secretly looked for Lang Zhong, but he didn't see any clues, so he simply gave up.

This made Xiao Xiao Yan more and more obsessed with the floor stool boxing he practiced, he tied a small strap with hemp rope, whether he went to the street to buy things, or went out for a walk, he carried the broken bench on his back, and he couldn't put it down. This amazed the pedestrians on the streets, and the children gave him a new nickname: "Little wood, little board, carrying a bench to find his mother, playing with a flower stand in front of his mother, smashing his toes and crying wow!" Shi Niang couldn't cry or laugh at him: "You stupid boy, what are you always doing with that broken banzha on your back?"

Even though Xiao Xiao Yan had learned such a trick and a half, he still didn't say a word, and when he encountered other children bullying him, he just shrunk behind the bench and quickly retreated - this made Mo Wen, who often secretly observed in the corner, feel very pleased.

The disciples in the martial arts hall also didn't treat this ordinary but valued by the master, and there were often three or two people in front of everyone in the name of "exchanging boxing techniques" to find Xiao Xiao Yan to "learn", and then use their brute force to throw him to the ground and rub him to ashes, and then make sarcastic remarks for fun.

Xiao Xiao Yan looked serious every time, and got up again and again, until the disciples lost interest. Because in his opinion, this is a rare opportunity for him to try his boxing skills.

He does have a good move and style, but unfortunately his strength is too small, and it doesn't hurt to hit this group of martial arts practitioners.

"I'll you! Oh, I'm bored, let's go. He picked up a tumble with one hand, and everyone laughed and scattered. Xiao Xiao Yan turned over and sat up from the ground, looked at his hands that were worn apart, and his eyes were full of loneliness and helplessness.

A drop of red fell, Xiao Xiao was stunned, and hurriedly covered his nose.

"Hey, are you okay?" The figure of a child walked not far away, Xiao Xiaoyan's eyes were suddenly a little vigilant, but when he saw that the person who came did not hold clods and stones in his hands, he relaxed slightly: "I... I'm fine......"

"Rub it with this. The little boy was lean like a monkey, and looked to be about his age, with a smile in his eyes, and a dirty appearance, and a bad smell from all over his body, but now he had a very clean handkerchief in his hand.

"Thank you. Xiao Xiao Yan carefully took the clean handkerchief, although it was not dirty, but the smell was not very good, which couldn't help but make him frown.

"I'm sorry, it doesn't smell good," the kid smiled, showing a mouthful of big white teeth, "but it can't help it, I'm still working!"

"Work?" Xiao Yan looked at him, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Hehe, can't you see this?" The child turned around excitedly, showing off the tattered clothes on his body: "My profession is a beggar, beggar!" When he said this, his tone was quite proud, "It's not an ordinary beggar! It's the number one gang in the world: the registered disciple of the beggar gang!"

"Well... It's amazing!" Xiao Yan exclaimed enviously.

"Hehe, get to know me, my name is Qi Zehui, you can call me Hui Shao!" the child smiled brightly and stretched out a hand to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan also stretched out his hand and shook him: "You... Hello, my name is ......" "Hey, I know what your name is, your name is Xiao Yan, right?" Qi Zehui looked proud.

"How do you know?" Xiao Yan looked surprised. "I know more than that! Your master's name is Mo Wen, and the master's name is Yang Yuqin, the two of them saved you, and the daughter named Mo Lingling was the same day as you woke up, right?" Qi Zehui looked at him mischievously, "I also know that there is a very powerful person named 'Chi... Blush... Old devil'!

"You... You... You ......" Xiao Yan was so shocked that his eyes were about to fall, and he pointed at Qi Zehui with his finger and was speechless for a while. Qi Zehui grabbed that finger and patted Xiao Yan's shoulder: "Relax, relax, don't be nervous, listen to me explain to you slowly......"

It turned out that Qi Zehui in order to escape the heat, often climbed to the big tree in the forest to sleep in the shade, and for a while in a daze, he heard Xiao Yan talking to himself under the tree, which made him mischievous by nature, and ran to the tree every day as soon as he had time to wait for Xiao Yan to come here to whisper and listen to those unknown stories. Qi Zehui, who was born and raised in the county, had never heard of any Western Regions poison and what miracle feats killed people, so he was fascinated by what he heard.

However, in the past two days, because Xiao Yan practiced boxing late, he did not go to the forest, which made Qi Zehui, who returned disappointed twice, think that something was wrong, so he wanted to sneak to the martial arts hall to take a look at him, but halfway through, he saw Xiao Yan being beaten by a group of young people and his nose and face were swollen.

However, Xiao Yan was fortunate that the young man in front of him only listened intermittently, and did not know the beginning and end of the matter, and missed many secret and important things. After all, there are some things that he is not ready to make public, things that the master and the master and the master don't know, how can it be convenient for a person who has never met to listen to them?

"Now that the words have come to this point, I can't let you suffer any more, can I?

"Friends... Friends?"

"Yes, what, being a friend of my beggar gang's registered disciple is a big face!" Qi Zehui was very proud in his words. He saw that Xiao Yan was a little hesitant, thinking that he was questioning his identity, so he pretended to sigh deeply, took out a delicately shaped little sparrow woven with wheat straw from his waist, and said mysteriously: "Look, this is the token given to me by the elder of the beggar gang before he died, he said to give me a name first, and when I leave here in the future and find the real beggar gang, I can directly enter the gang as a disciple of six bags!"

Xiao Yan looked at the finch, the shape was delicate and lifelike, it really didn't look like an ordinary child could pinch it. He coughed and said with a wry smile: "It's the first time someone has said that they want to make friends with me when they come here, so... Okay! Nice to meet you, Hui Shao!"

Qi Zehui was about to jump up happily, he hooked Xiao Yan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "From now on, you will be my Qi Zehui......'s friend! Belch...... Report the name of the beggar gang and see who dares to touch you!"

Xiao Yan nodded helplessly, turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Qi Zehui jumping up: "This friend, when do you have time? Tell me about that old devil again!"

Xiao Yan scratched his head: "But I still have to practice boxing, so I don't have time." ”

Qi Zehui's eyes rolled, and then he smiled: "Look at you, you have been practicing hard in the martial arts hall all day long in front of the air, and in the end, even those brothers and sisters who are idle all day long can't fight......!

"Do you know the martial arts of the beggar gang?" Xiao Yan's eyes lit up.

"That's good!" Qi Zehui nodded, "In the future, I will accompany you to practice boxing, you tell me stories, and we will promote each other and take what we need, how about it?"

"Deal!"

"Okay!