The trainee starts by splitting bricks with bare hands

Moreover, it was originally Han Lan who pushed her out to test her out, and she was already mentally prepared to let her be abducted by Tan Lun.

In fact, it can't be said that she was fooled. Han Lan herself has also learned Tai Chi. Although it is not as "scientific" as Tan Lun said, practicing for an hour a day is better than her current state of eating and not exercising.

Thus, such a scene appeared in Han Lan's yard:

The old master was doing Tai Chi slowly in front, a big fat man in the left rear was also doing Tai Chi slowly, and a quasi-fat man in the right rear was also gesturing awkwardly.

Han Lan shook her head with a smile, took a bite of the golden yellow and oily crispy pork belly, and then looked at Li Mingbo: "Brother Li, don't you learn from Miss Qiaorui?"

Li Mingbo shook his head: "I don't want to learn."

Han Lan snickered, "Straight man, you don't know how to grasp such a good opportunity, you deserve to be single."

"Old Tan, when do you think I can practice Tai Chi well?" Fang Qiaorui quietly glanced at Li Mingbo who was eating pork belly not far away, and asked Tan Lun in a low voice.

"Looking at your talent in martial arts, if you study hard, it will take about a month."

"Eh?" Fang Qiaorui's eyes lit up immediately, "So fast?"

Ah, my old lady turned out to be a martial arts prodigy!

Tan Lun basically guessed what she was thinking without looking back at her, and slowly added: "Practice the routine well in a month, and it's enough to keep fit and lose weight."

"" Fang Qiaorui.

"What about fighting?" Fang Qiaorui asked again, "How long do you think it will take me to practice like Han Shuai to kill a cow with one punch?"

Tan Lun was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "Girl, Tai Chi is not for fighting, but for health preservation. Girls don't always think about fighting, it's not good to spread the word."

Fang Qiaorui pouted and said, "Mr. Tan, don't you want to teach me? I saw it the other day. Shuai Han and Dean Su used Tai Chi to fight. It was amazing!"

"My junior brother started practicing martial arts on the mountain when he was six or seven years old. He was able to fight not because he practiced Tai Chi, but because he learned other martial arts. Practicing Tai Chi is just to help him take care of his body, and he can use his strength to fight against it. Skills are just to make him better at fighting. Girl, if you want to learn to fight, you should not practice Tai Chi."

"Then what should I practice?"

"Practice how to quickly dial Yaoyaoling."

"" Fang Qiaorui.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" Han Yiping failed, and couldn't help laughing out loud, patting his belly.

Fang Qiaorui glanced at him resentfully, thinking that it was her big boss, she didn't dare to say anything more.

Han Yiping did not put on airs of the big boss, and asked her with a smile: "Xiao Fang, why do you always want to learn to fight when you have nothing to do? Now you basically follow me every day, and Xiao Li, with the two of them around , which blind person dares to fight with you?"

"It's better to rely on others than yourself"

Fang Qiaorui muttered something, but she didn't dare to say that she was trying to grab the job of Li Mingbo's bodyguard.

Since she was sued by Li Mingbo last time, she has been holding a grudge in her heart. It was only when she was practicing Tai Chi just now that she suddenly thought that if she could also serve as a bodyguard, wouldn't she be able to get this bad guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes from Han Lan? Squeeze away?

Then you won't be sued again!

But now it seems that she is thinking too much.

Practicing Tai Chi can only be used to lose weight.

"Forget it, it's okay to lose weight." Fang Qiaorui didn't think too much about it anymore, and slowly followed the master to do Tai Chi.

After practicing for more than an hour, the sky was almost dark, so Han Lan asked Li Mingbo to drive them back.

Tan Lun is still living in the staff dormitory of Tomahawk Entertainment. The old Taoist doesn't pay much attention to these things, so he chooses the one with the best Fengshui and lives there.

After sending Tan Lun to the dormitory, Li Mingbo drove Fang Qiaorui home.

Since the last time there was a case where a girl was killed at night in the same city, Li Mingbo sent her back every time he came back from a business trip with Han Lan.

Of course this time too.

Fang Qiaorui sat on the passenger seat with her small bag in her arms. Ever since Tan Lun got out of the car, the car has been very quiet.

She didn't feel embarrassed, anyway, every time Li Mingbo drove her back, he didn't know how to chat, and he was used to it.

"You want to learn to fight?" Li Mingbo suddenly took the initiative to talk.

Fang Qiaorui froze for a moment, then nodded subconsciously.

"I teach you."

"Eh?"

Li Mingbo didn't think too much about it, but he heard Fang Qiaorui's muttering before, "It's better to rely on yourself than others", and he thought it made sense.

Let Fang Qiaorui learn some self-defense skills, so that if he is no longer by her side one day, he won't be bullied.

Old Han's house.

The father and son sat face to face in the living room.

Han Yiping smoked a cigar and drank tea, while Han Lan drank French fries and Coke.

The two looked at each other.

"Dad, tell me, what's going on? Aren't you very shrewd? How could you be fooled into this by old man Tan?"

"Son, didn't you say everything? Mr. Tan has real skills!"

"I've seen it before, and I can play Guzheng well. But why do you learn Tai Chi from him? Don't we have Tai Chi handed down in our family?"

"That's different! Old Tan's authentic! Our ancestors just learned a little superficially."

"Dad, do you still pay attention to the authenticity of Tai Chi these days? What's the matter, have you ever played with him?"

Han Yiping nodded.

Han Lan was taken aback for a moment: "We lost?"

"We won."

"That's it! His authentic Taijiquan is not as good as our old Han's Taijiquan. You don't have to learn from him if you want to lose weight?"

"Er Shui, I'm afraid of being young and strong. Mr. Tan can't beat me not because he is not as good as me, but because he is old and physically not as good as me." Han Yiping supported his big abdominal muscles, with an inscrutable look.

No, he is indeed younger than Tan Lun.

Strong can be regarded as stronger than him.

Han Lan silently ate half of the French fries in his mouth, and took another one.