After drinking a glass of liquor, Han Yi also felt confused when he stood on the pile to practice.

He simply stopped practicing, took out the Spirit Wind Sword, and walked in the courtyard with twenty-four sword techniques, which was also like a drunken fist, but Han Yi's mental strength was very clear, but his body was a little sluggish.

"Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, it seems that you really can't drink it in the future······"

Han Yi walked through the twenty-four sword techniques, then put the Spirit Wind Sword back into the sword box and put it away properly, after killing sixteen swordsmen with him, this sword felt even sharper, as if it had opened the light.

After washing up, Han Yi finally lay down on the kang.

After Han Xiaoye finished cleaning up his things, he studied at the desk, and his little face was also flushed, this girl drank half a glass of liquor, and she was able to concentrate on her homework, which was already quite good.

Han Yi was lying on the kang in a daze, the moon was bright and starry outside, and the room was an orange warm lamp, giving people a lazy feeling, but his mind quickly turned around what had happened these days, and only when he got home would he feel relaxed and sort things out.

From Shengjing to Yunzhou, one thing after another, one scene after another against the master, Han Yi felt as if he had become the hero, and in less than half a month, he had fought and died more than ten times, and Han Yi was now in a trance about how he came over.

In fact, he was indeed in a trance, and in a drunken state, even his consciousness was confused.

"Oh, I'm sleepy······"

Han Yi fell asleep.

After a while, the lights in the room dimmed, and Han Xiaoye also finished his homework, took off his clothes in the moonlight, got into Han Yi's quilt after getting on the kang, and fell asleep in his arms.

"Brother, are you sleeping?" asked Han Xiaoye.

Han Yi didn't move.

She took Han Yi's hand over, pressed it to her chest, and looked down at Han Yi's hand holding her left chest, her brother's palm is not very big, but it is very thick, practicing Wing Chun iron fingers, inserted in iron sand but not rough, but smooth and delicate to the touch.

"Oh······ It's too small to grab with one hand, and there's such a big gap······ When will my brother not be able to hold one hand?"

Han Xiaoye tossed for a while, and then fell asleep in a daze.

Nothing happened overnight.

Han Yi opened his eyes early, the sky outside had just been exposed, the old yellow dog and Er Huang were having fun in the yard, Er Huang came to the house, it seemed to bring a lot of anger, and he couldn't stay idle, one would pick up chickens, one would tease the donkey, and from time to time he would run to the old yellow dog's side to offer courtesy.

Han Yi moved his body slightly, and he felt a large ball of meat pressed on it, and with a glance of his eyes, he saw Han Xiaoye lying in his arms with his back exposed, pressing on him.

As soon as Han Yi moved, Han Xiaoye also moved, the biological clock of the two was the same, and they had to get up to practice at four o'clock, Han Xiaoye lay on Han Yi and stretched her arms comfortably, snorting, and then she supported her hands on the kang and did it, just sitting on Han Yi's waist.

"Hey, how do you feel, isn't it big again?"

Ono picked up Han Yi's palm and pressed it on her left chest, looking at the gap between the palm and the chest, thinking about the size of last night, while speaking, Han Yi was really speechless, suddenly pulled out his hand, patted her knee on the side of his chest, and said angrily: "It's not annoying, it's endless, how can it get bigger in one night!"

"Hurry up and get dressed and practice, what do you think about every day!"

Han Yi rolled his eyes, he felt a panic underneath, uncomfortable, and had to drain the water to solve it.

Han Xiaoye rolled his eyes, found his clothes from the messy quilt next to him, and put them on randomly, his buttocks twisted and unwilling to leave Han Yi's body, and his hand grabbed back along his back, pinching a cylindrical object.

"Brother, are you a hot cucumber?" she said in a sly voice.

Han Yi turned over and pressed Han Xiaoye down, and in an instant it became a routine in an action movie, one picked up a gun and got on the horse, and the other opened the mountain to lead the way, but Han Yi rolled his eyes and shrugged out the hot cucumber and said: "Lao Tzu is enough to choke you, hurry up and get up in your pants to cook, make some sobering side dishes for grandpa to nourish your stomach, pop!"

Han Yi twisted Han Xiaoye's body, and the snow-white meat and eggs like steamed buns were a slap, and in an instant, five fingers were imprinted on it like a soldering iron.

"Damn, suffocate to death. ”

Ignoring Han Xiaoye's resistance, Han Yi put on his pants and ran to the toilet, opened the door of the house, and the old yellow dog and Erhuang rushed over, and when Han Yi kicked and flew away, Han Yi had already stood in front of the toilet.

After breakfast, Han Yi began to learn from his grandfather, the remaining shapes of the twelve forms of Xingyi Boxing.

He has now mastered the three forms of dragon, tiger and chicken, and there are still nine forms that need to be learned from scratch, and the old man first taught Han Yi the monkey form.

"Monkeys are the most delicate animals born in the mountains and forests, and Darwin's evolutionary theory that man evolved from monkeys is justified. The monkey has the skill of jumping over the mountain and flying away, and the spirit of climbing and kicking the branches. To the boxing method, there are stealing peaches, offering fruits, going up trees, picking helmets, picking fruits, falling branches, holding ropes, these playing routines, practicing monkey shape must learn to jump, to be agile and light, and to live eyes. The attack power is reflected in the two hands, lively and fast, and the two knees must also be powerful. ”

The old man explained to Han Yi, and began to make moves, dismantling the moves, and explaining the various ways of playing monkeys.

"The basis of the monkey body method is also the three-body pose, but there are changes, you see when the monkey squats on the ground, there is always one leg is solid, one leg is empty, the body is tight and one loose, and the two hands seem to be holding a ball Yes, this is the monkey shape. ”

"I'll tell you about the monkey-shaped leg method, and you can practice the rest by yourself according to the boxing frame. Yang Luchan, who fought all over Fengtian City's invincible opponents back then, gave people the feeling that he was like an ape, and his hands were like dribbling. If the enemy punches me, I move to the side with a little step, avoid the fist, and kick out the leg that is standing upright, kick the chest, kick the crotch, kick the leg, you can do it. Different locations deal different damage. ”

Han Yi nodded.

"I'm teaching you a move, the monkey climbing pole, which is specially used to deal with whip leg moves such as sweeping the hall leg, the opponent kicks back with a single whip, the monkey retreats directly, and then jumps up and pounces on the enemy, using the enemy as a pole to climb, hands and feet, elbows and knees, multiple hits in an instant, and one blow will kill the opponent. ”

Grandpa and Han Yi tried to make a move, and as soon as the old man exerted his strength, he was like a demon, and Han Yi felt that there were fist shadows in front of him, and he had nothing to hide for a moment.

When the old man in front of him retreated three meters away, Han Yi reacted, and then looked down at his body, and several key points were pointed out by the old man.

Han Yi's body trembled, this is the Sect Master of Transformation Strength, his power is unparalleled, I don't even have the strength to fight back······

"Okay, the boxing style is handed over to you, you can practice it yourself, go to the woods to practice, practice jumping trees, I practiced monkey form in the rain of bullets, you don't have this condition, create it yourself." ”

The old man was also tired, and rolled his cigarette pouch to find a place to smoke.

Han Yi went into the house to change clothes, and was about to climb trees and learn monkeys, when the phone rang.

He answered, "Han Yi, your uncle, are you done kissing, touching, pinching, you don't admit it?"

Xie Fan cried on the other end of the phone.

Han Yi's head was big all of a sudden, and he had to ······ When I came back from Shengjing, I didn't call Xie Fan, and I forgot about her stubble.