Chapter 19: The First Day of Sandbag Practice

As soon as Xie Qin returned to the share house and sat down, his mobile phone rang. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

HE TOOK OUT NOKEYA AND LOOKED AT IT, AND HIS HEAD SUDDENLY GREW BIGGER.

Five big characters: Tang Ruoruo.

...... Hopefully she's sober by now. Xie Qin thought a little worriedly, and answered the phone: "Hey?"

"Hey, is it Brother Ringtone?" Tang Ruoruo's voice was still so lively.

Xie Qin breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "It's me, what's wrong?"

Tang Ruoruo claimed that she had drunk the fragment and asked him what had happened. Xie Qin thought to himself, don't tell her about the shameful play like drunkenness, so he said that she spoke a lot of hometown dialect, and ran away when she went out, and she couldn't catch up with her very fast, so she was perfunctory with half-truths.

The two chatted a few more words, and after hanging up the phone, Xie Qin let out a sigh of relief and said to himself: "It's great to be able to be so blindsided, fortunately, Tang Ruoruo is a stupid person." ā€

On the other end of the phone, Tang Ruoruo also let out a sigh: "Lucky~ There is no doubt, fortunately, Brother Lingsheng is a stupid person." ā€

"Miss wants to say that he is a good man, right?" Tang Zhong on the side showed a smile on his face.

Tang Ruoruo rolled his eyes slightly: "It's just because he is a good old man that he says he is stupid." ā€

After turning the day, as soon as Xie Qin came to the clearing in the mountains, he couldn't wait to ask, "Old man, where are the sandbags?"

"What's the hurry," Old Man Zu reprimanded, "Spit out first!"

Xie Qin had to breathe patiently, and half an hour became extraordinarily long.

When the vomiting was over, I heard two plops under my feet, and when I looked down, I saw two sandbags with black skin.

Xie Qin picked it up, and the two sandbags were bulging, which looked very affordable, and it was even more heavy to start.

Tied to his legs, and then stood up, he felt that the whole person was "calm", and he tried to take a few steps, worthy of the name "one step at a time".

"Come," Old Man Zu beckoned to him, "try to spar with me." ā€

"Huh?"

"Poof. Zu Yuji covered her mouth and snickered.

Xie Qinxin said, I can't even take a step, how can I practice with you?

Seeing this, Old Man Zu said again: "Didn't I say it yesterday? If you want to practice light exercises, you have to adapt your body to the extra weight. From now on, you're going to have to tie a sandbag every day and you can't take it off at any time except when you're sleeping, you know?"

Is this the reason, but it is still ...... It's hard.

"So," Old Man Zu shook his hand at Xie Qin, "come on." ā€

Since you want to practice, you should have the consciousness of enduring hardships, Xie Qin thought about it, then nodded and said, "Got it, old man." ā€

Heavily put on a stance, and then used the force under his feet to rush over, and shouted in his mouth: "Hey!"

As a result, because of the sandbags, as soon as he took a step, Xie Qin screamed "oops" and almost hit the street.

"Yo, send it to the door for me to fight?" Old man Zu smiled, unceremoniously started, and came up with a push.

Originally, this would make Xie Qin take a few steps back, but now his lower plate is extremely "calm", only the upper body is forced to lean back, he quickly swings his arms to find balance, the old man Zu laughed when he saw this, and gave another punch, Xie Qin had to continue to swing his arms, the old man Zu was even more ruthless, and opened the bow left and right, poor Xie Qin's legs were firmly fixed on the ground, he couldn't dodge, and he couldn't free his hand to fight back.

Ping Pong Ping Pong ......

Ten minutes later.

"Old man, old man......" Xie Qin gasped, "This sand and sandbags are really ......"

"It's really inconvenient to move, isn't it?" said Old Man Zu, "It's normal, it's only the first day, take your time." When you're comfortable moving around with a sandbag, it's time to get used to it. ā€

You said it lightly, Xie Qin sighed secretly.

"Alright, the break is over. Old man Zu clapped his hands, took a few steps back, and hooked his hand at Xie Qin, "Come on, come on, let's fight again." ā€

Xie Qin gritted his teeth, and took a step forward with his left leg: "Hey!" Then his right leg took a step forward, "Ha!" Step by step in front of Old Man Zu.

The two looked at each other, and Old Man Zu smiled slightly and punched him.

This time, Xie Qin stood firm and was able to free his hand to counterattack, blocking the fist with his left hand and smashing his right fist towards the chest of Old Man Zu. The old man fended off his fist, flipped his right hand, went around the inside of his left arm, pushed his hands outward, swung his arms apart, and then turned his hands into palms and pushed forward.

With a bang, Xie Qin's upper body leaned back in response, and he quickly swung his arms.

"You're welcome. Old man Zu smiled slightly, and opened his bow left and right, which made Zu Yuji on the side laugh badly.

Ping Pong Ping Pong ......

Ten minutes later.

Xie Qin leaned against the trunk of a large tree in the clearing, snorting and panting.

Old man Zu said, "Come, continue." ā€

"Hey!ha!hey!ha!"

Ping Pong Ping Pong ......

Ten minutes later.

Xie Qin sat on the ground with his butt, snorting and panting.

Old man Zu took his mobile phone and looked at the time, and said to Xie Qin: "That's all for today, you can go back first." ā€

Sechin dragged down the mountain with heavy steps.

During the entire eleventh hour holiday, Xie Qin fought with the old man Zu every morning except for Tuna, at first because he was not used to the weight of the sandbag, he could only stand and be beaten, and in the last two days, he could barely break down a few tricks with the old man.

This made Sechin very depressed.

Early in the morning of October 8, Xie Qin walked into the classroom with heavy steps, and saw his classmates looking at him in a daze.

"Brother Lingsheng, what's wrong with you?" Wu Ke was the first to react, "Why are you walking so hard?" It turned out that his footsteps were too loud, which shocked everyone.

Before Xie Qin could answer, someone behind him patted him on the shoulder and said in a southern Mandarin: "Brother Lingsheng, I saw you walking in front from the time I went up the stairs, and I have caught up with you in this moment, you are walking too slowly!"

turned his head and saw that it was Tang Ruoruo.

"Ahaha......" Xie Qin scratched his head, he didn't plan to talk about sandbags, and said perfunctorily, "It's nothing, it's just a little tired." ā€

Tang Ruoruo looked down at his legs, realized, and then shook his head and sighed: "Alas, I'm a little tired early in the morning, how are you spending this day?"

Wu Ke also said to him earnestly: "It's okay to be a little tired early in the morning, Brother Lingsheng, if you go on like this, you will have premature aging......"

His tablemate Li Dalong snorted: "You are very energetic early in the morning - you are a hundred times more energetic to copy your homework!"

Wang Chaoren continued: "Then you fell asleep when it came to class." ā€

Li Dalong said again: "Or, you have the spirit of the morning. ā€

Xie Qinxin said that what you mean is that Wu Ke passed out in the afternoon, this is not right, he can faint at any time.

In order to get used to the weight of the sandbags as quickly as possible, Sechin often ran out at the end of class, and in order not to let his classmates out, he tried to keep his pace as brisk as possible, but this was more strenuous in this way.

The hardest part was the recess exercise time, Xie Qin had never felt that the kicking exercise was so difficult to do, and at the end of the day, he was exhausted from tossing and turning, and fell asleep as soon as he collapsed on the bed.

At eight o'clock in the evening of October 9, the spies had a good meal at Sister Ramen.

After a few beeps, the phone was connected.

"Good evening, my lord. The spy whispered.

"I've already investigated, and I didn't find out anything wrong with that person's background, but the girl next to him is indeed from the Tang Sect, and I saw that she used 'Scattered Mist Down', which is exclusive to the Tang Sect. ā€

The phone hung up.

The spy put away his mobile phone, got up and walked out the door, the investigation was over, and he would return to the days of Doudou Worm mineral water in the future.

Who will the family send? He thought as he walked, nine times out of ten, it was that guy.

"Tsk, the troublesome guy is coming. ā€

He looked at the busy street and muttered to himself.

At the same time, in a mansion in Wei'an District, Zhangzhou City, Zhangjian Province, a large hand with a protruding bone joint buckled the microphone onto an old-fashioned dial phone.

The head of the family was over the age of six, with deep wrinkles on his angular, a loose black coat, and long silver hair hanging down the back of his head, he sat on the Taishi chair, looked out the window, and tapped his right index finger on the square table, making a rhythmic knocking sound.

A middle-aged man pushed the door in, wearing a black short-sleeved Tang suit, with a face that was not angry and arrogant.

"Father, what do you command?" he asked respectfully.

"Ah Da, tell the children to come to the study," the head of the family slowly stood up from the Taishi's chair, "There is something important to discuss." ā€

A few minutes later, he walked into the study with a cane, and four middle-aged men sat around the square table, looking somewhat similar, all wearing short black Tang clothes. When they saw the head of the family come in, they immediately got up, bowed and bowed their hands, and said, "Father." ā€

"Hmm. ā€

The head of the house nodded, and went straight to the main seat to sit down, and the four of them sat down.

The head of the family said straight to the point: "The reason why I called everyone over so late is because the extraordinary child has sent back a message." ā€

As soon as the words fell, everyone's expressions became a little subtle.

"Have you made any moves on your home?" asked one of them.

The head of the house shook his head and said, "Do you remember that dark flower?"

Everyone nodded.

The head of the house said: "I have seen the child on the dark flower." ā€

The crowd was amazed.

ā€œ...... I called you here tonight to give you an idea," the head of the house coughed lightly, "and tell me what to do about it." ā€

"Father, are you sure?" asked one of them.

The head of the family said: "I haven't found anything out of his life experience, but there are people from the Tang Sect around him, which is enough to explain the problem." ā€

"Tang Gate, Tang Gate in Shuzhong?" another person asked.

The person on the other side looked at him and asked rhetorically, "Is there another family surnamed Tang on the rivers and lakes?"

"The third brother is right...... the man replied ashamedly.

"What are they doing when they run to that kid?"

The third said: "At least, they didn't intend to be bad for that child, otherwise they would have done it a long time ago." ā€

"No matter what the purpose of the Tang Sect is, we have to protect that child. The boss on the top right has the final word.

The three of them echoed together: "Big brother is reasonable. ā€

The head of the house looked at the man on the left and asked, "Second child, what do you think?"

"Tailian is not somewhere else, it's the nest of the family, and the trouble is here," the second child frowned, "If you are not careful, it may turn into a situation of all-out war...... This is a matter that needs to be carefully considered. ā€

Lao Dao: "Second brother, just say it." ā€

The second child said: "I suggest that only a few people be sent to the country, and the goal is big when there are many people." ā€

The third brother thought so, and echoed: "The second brother is reasonable, it will be much more convenient to act with fewer people, but the one sent must be the elite of the elite." ā€

"Do you want to inform the Yu family and ask them to send some people as well?" asked the fourth child.

The boss shook his head: "They haven't recovered yet, so let's do it ourselves." ā€

The second child suddenly said: "In my opinion, it is better than this." ā€

Everyone looked at him together, and the old avenue: "Second brother, you say." ā€

The second child said slowly: "We will only send one person over." ā€

"Only one person?" the fourth child's expression was shocked.

The second child nodded and said, "Yes, only one person will be sent, and the family will never be aware of it." ā€

"Second brother, this is too risky, isn't it?" the third brother frowned, "How can one person handle it?"

The second said in a deep voice: "The elite of the elite." ā€

The study was quiet for a few seconds, and everyone looked abrupt.

The head of the family glanced at him and said slowly: "Second brother, I think you already have a candidate in mind, right?"

The second child owes a debt and responds, "Yes, father." ā€

The head of the house looked around at the crowd again: "What about you?"

The third brother nodded and said, "My thoughts are the same as the second brother." ā€

"It can only be him......" the fourth said to himself.

The head of the family looked at the eldest son and asked, "Ah Da, what about you?"

The eldest was pondering, and when he heard this, he came back to his senses and replied, "The second brother is right...... I think it's also an opportunity for him to work out. ā€

"It seems that everyone is thinking of the same person. The head of the family smiled slightly, "That's it, Ah Da, you go and inform him." ā€

"Wow. ā€

The boss gave up, went down to the first floor, walked along the corridor to the end, and pushed open the wooden door on the right-hand side, which was spacious and square, with a high ceiling, and seemed to open up the space on the second floor. There are several wooden beams under the ceiling, beige walls on all sides, with wooden wall skirts more than one meter high, several wooden shelves on the left and right sides, dozens of wooden knives are neatly placed on them, there is an offering table on the innermost side of the room, the large incense burner is full of incense ash, and a large handful of burned incense is inserted on it, and behind the incense burner is a wooden knife holder, on which is a long knife with an ancient style.

On the wall hangs a portrait of a mottled and yellowed paper, apparently old, depicting a military general in military uniform in ancient techniques, and his appearance is very powerful.

On both sides of the portrait hangs a large character, the left is "unpretentious", the right is "loyal and courageous", the eight characters are written in block letters, and the font is strong and powerful.

This is a dojo.

There was only one person in the dojo, and he was engrossed in wielding a wooden knife, slashing forward repeatedly, one after another, as strong as a line on the wall.

When the boss walked in, the man didn't notice it, his hands kept moving, and the boss screamed again, and the man didn't hear it. After greeting him many times, he stopped his movements, turned around, and was born with clear eyebrows, it turned out to be a young man.

The boss stepped forward slowly and patted the young man on the shoulder, a gentle expression on his face that was not angry and arrogant, but there was a little awe in his loving eyes.

"You're going to go far away. ā€