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Just when he thought this state would continue, Hong Heihu spoke up.

"Get up." Hong Heihu looked at the young man with a slightly flushed face, straightened his waist in a regular posture, a drop of sweat fell from his forehead to the corner of his eyes without wiping it, there was no dissatisfaction in his clear eyes, There are no waves, and it gives people an inexplicable sense of firmness.

Maybe this guy wasn't as unreliable as he seemed?

Hong Heihu put down his teacup, and his unwrinkled face loosened imperceptibly, "Go to the opposite side and change your clothes first."

"Okay." Wen Ting smiled, trying not to think about how sore his waist was, and walked out of the reception room with steady steps against Hong Heihu's probing gaze behind him. Wen Ting added a point.

The locker room in the martial arts hall is not big, and there are metal wardrobes. Wen Ting changed his training clothes and found an empty cabinet. He took off all his mobile phones and watches and threw them into the cabinet. He made sure to lock them before going out. When he opened the door, he saw Hong Heihu Offering incense to the second master.Wen Ting gently closed the door of the locker room, walked over and stood aside, and tactfully did not disturb Hong Heihu.

Hong Heihu put the incense on the incense burner respectfully, "Haven't you saluted the second master yet?"

"It's already done." Wen Ting lowered his eyes, and heard Hong Heihu say: "Well, yes, it's considered polite."

Following Hong Heihu upstairs, Wen Ting behind him noticed that Hong Heihu was not young, but his footsteps landed very smoothly, and the distance covered by each step was exactly the same. Just like a shrewd old man who doesn't show his mountains and water, now he no longer conceals the majestic aura revealed in his actions, and has transformed into a majestic Cangshan.

Wen Ting silently followed Hong Heihu to the second floor. The layout of the second floor is the same as that of the first floor. There are two doors on the left and right. When Hong Heihu opened the door on the left, Wen Ting heard 'ho', ' Ha' shout.

There are no extra decorations in the practice room. In order to facilitate the display of skills, the hall with extremely high stands looks a bit empty.There are not many people in the practice room, there are only five people wearing black practice uniforms like Wen Ting, four of them are fighting each other in pairs, a man in a tight vest is talking to a group of people, holding hands He also made gestures, as if demonstrating moves.

Hong Heihu seldom manages things anymore. Now the martial arts gym is basically his eldest son Hong Xiaozhi sitting in charge. Now these four people are Hong Xiaozhi's disciples. When they heard someone coming, everyone in the practice room looked over and saw the master Hong Hei When the tiger appeared, the four of them became excited, stopped their movements and saluted Hong Heihu: "I have seen the master!"

The voice was neat and resonant, quite like a triad boy seeing his elder brother.

Hong Heihu nodded slightly, and waved his hands: "Go ahead, don't delay practicing." The four of them shouted 'yes' angrily, and started to practice even harder.Hong Xiaozhi patted the shoulders of the disciples beside him and said, "Practice hard", then walked to Hong Heihu, glanced at Wen Ting, and said, "Dad, is this the new apprentice?"

"Yes, his name is Wen Ting." Hong Heihu turned his back, "You don't have the foundation of martial arts, so take care of it."

This meant that he did not plan to teach Wen Ting himself.

Hong Xiaozhi nodded. He always obeyed his old father's words. No matter what his identity was, he would do his best, and he would not hide his secrets if he could teach him.Hong Xiao looked at Wen Ting's small body and Bai Shengsheng's skin unconsciously.

As for how much he can learn...it depends on him.

After Hong Heihu finished speaking, he turned around and left, feeling a little impatient, and his posture seemed to be relieved.Wen Ting quite understands Hong Heihu's reluctance to teach him. This old senior seems to be a strict person. He has been dedicated to martial arts all his life. Wen Ting has no foundation and has passed the best age. Can he teach Wen Ting to become a master? Skill, if you can't teach it, you're smashing your own brand.

Respectfully sending Hong Heihu away without any dissatisfaction, Wen Ting glanced at the exposed muscles on Hong Xiaozhi's shoulders, and smiled cleanly, "Hello, Master Hong."

"You don't need to be so polite, you don't pay much attention in the martial arts school." No matter how "fragile" Wen Ting looked, at least his attitude was very correct. Hong Xiaozhi laughed twice, with the unique heartiness of a martial arts practitioner, "But The ugly thing is beforehand, learning martial arts is quite hard, you better be mentally prepared."

"Master Hong, please don't worry, I definitely didn't come here on a whim. The Yan Kingdom's martial arts are extensive and profound, and the accumulation of thousands of years can't be learned in three to five days. I understand the truth that slow work can produce meticulous work." Wen Ting said humbly. He smiled and said, "It must be difficult to teach someone like me who has no foundation, and I will trouble Master Hong in the future."

Hong Xiaozhi's heart twitched slightly when he said something, looking at Wen Ting's clear eyes, Hong Xiaozhi could feel that Wen Ting said these words from the bottom of his heart.In this day and age, there are very few people who respect Yan Guo's martial arts from the bottom of their hearts. Hong Xiaozhi sighed in his heart, with a more sincere expression on his face, "It's good that you can understand. As for the troubles, I can give you some pointers." After all, your knowledge is limited, and it depends more on your own hard work to practice."

"I won't let Master Hong down." Wen Ting's eyes were very serious, so serious that Hong Xiaozhi didn't think that this sentence was just a casual statement of a young man.

The so-called famous teacher produces high-level apprentices, it also depends on whether the apprentice walks away from his heart.Talented people who refuse to practice will only gradually become mediocre, and ordinary people who work hard and focus on one thing may become masters.There has never been a shortcut in the way of martial arts, only daily practice can open up a world.

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In the practice room on the second floor, Wen Ting carefully observed the two apprentices' sparring. The two of you kicked and kicked each other. The hand was shaken away, and in the next second, the opponent's five fingers joined together and jumped up along his arm like lightning. During the movement, the fingers snapped back to the first two knuckles, and the hard phalanges pointed directly at the throat.In the nick of time, the person leaned one side of his body, dodging the menacing attack and at the same time elbowed each other. The opponent's other arm immediately bent upwards to defuse the attack, and then the two punched and kicked together again.

Witnessing the real fighting scene in person, Wen Ting was not only shocked, but also shocked. The martial arts of Yan Kingdom are really varied and all-encompassing. He was dazzled and excited when he watched it.

"How is it?" Hong Xiaozhi asked Wen Ting with a smile, "How do you feel?"

"It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a five-body projection." Wen Ting's eyes became brighter. After seeing real martial arts, he realized that this knowledge is far more profound than he imagined. The sound made his heart itch, and he hadn't felt this kind of eagerness for a long time.

"The two of them have been with me for seven years. They have been learning martial arts since they were young. They have good talents and a solid foundation." Hong Xiaozhi let Wen Ting watch the two fight because he wanted him to clarify his goals and deepen his enthusiasm for martial arts. He was very satisfied with Wen Ting's attitude. Eyes, but it is better to make some things clear, "You want to practice to this level at your age, but it takes a lot longer than them."

"I understand." Wen Ting smiled, even if he didn't regard martial arts as his life goal, he would study it with the most serious attitude.

"That's good." Hong Xiaozhi pointed to an open space, "It's very important to lay a good foundation. I'll teach you the horse stance first to strengthen your footing."

Wen Ting nodded and stood over, Hong Xiaozhi followed and came over to direct: "Separate your feet about three feet apart, yes, that's about the same. The toes are parallel to the body, don't be crooked. The knees are too bent, retract a little, and the toes cannot go over the body. sinking down..."

Hong Heihu called his little apprentice as soon as he went downstairs, and expressed his dislike for the little boy Wen Ting in a very roundabout way, which made the apprentice hesitant and speechless, and could only laugh dryly, Hong Heihu Hu just clicked and hung up the phone.He is not stupid, he sent Xiaozhi to teach him if he is not good enough, and he just said a few words in his heart, it is not worthwhile to quarrel with his apprentice because of such a trivial matter.

The aroma in the teapot got into his nose, Hong Heihu sniffed his nose, took a sip of the fragrant tea, the warm tea flowed into his stomach from top to bottom, Hong Heihu let out a breath of comfort, and squinted his eyes After a stretch, he sat on a chair and took a nap.

When Hong Heihu woke up, he thought with emotion that he was old and could fall asleep sitting up.He raised his hand and looked at his watch. More than three hours had passed, and it was almost time to go home, otherwise he would not be able to have dinner with his grandson in time.

He lifted his foot up to the second floor, and was about to ask Xiaozhi to go back with him, but when he opened the door, Hong Heihu felt that the atmosphere was not right.In the practice room, there was neither lively yelling nor the sound of fists smashing through the air.Hong Heihu looked up, and saw four young men holding a mobile phone in their hands, looking at the screen for a while, and at the man in the middle, Hong Xiaozhi stood beside him with a smile and joined in the fun.

What are these people doing if they don't practice qigong?I wonder if the old man is still downstairs?Is it okay for you to be so slack and let the master see it?

Hong Heihu coughed calmly: "Ahem."

The four boys didn't notice Hong Heihu's arrival, but Hong Xiaozhi heard the coughing sound, and first made a silent movement to Hong Heihu.

... Does his son mean to tell him not to talk?

Hong Heihu twitched his face, turned his face and said to Hong Xiaozhi who came over, "What are they doing here?"

"Look at Wen Ting's stride." Hong Xiaozhi saw his own father's longevity eyebrows trembling, and explained: "I'm afraid that Wen Ting will be frightened and exhausted when he hears the voice."

Hong Heihu's ears moved, "Exhausted? How long has it been?"

"It's just been five and a half minutes this time, I don't know if I can pass six minutes." Hong Xiaozhi sighed, "This kid is a bit older, otherwise, just keep practicing as hard as I am, and my skills may not be worse than mine at my age. of."

The Zama step for beginners in martial arts is the basic pile step. It looks like a simple posture, but it puts the whole body weight on the legs, and the power consumption in a few seconds reaches an astonishing level.It is not a problem for old guys like them to persist for an hour, but for those who are doing it for the first time, it is quite good to persist for two or three minutes, and it also needs to be supported by strong perseverance.Wen Ting lasted for 3 minutes and 20 seconds for the first time. At that time, his whole body was shaking. Hong Xiaozhi has practiced kung fu since he was a child. Of course, he knows that this kind of thing can only be done step by step. Stopped, who knew that this kid looked at Wen Wen quietly, but his resilience was not small, and he persisted until three minutes and 15 seconds before falling down.After resting for a while, I started to do it again, and the time was extended by ten seconds the second time.

For more than two hours, Wen Ting fell down and stood up again, and then he was so tired that he fell down again. After repeated this several times, Hong Xiaozhi found that Wen Ting could break the previous record every time. This discovery made him very surprised. Knowing that Wen Ting's persistence is entirely supported by his heart, it can be seen how strong this young man is.Hong Xiaozhi gave up the idea of ​​letting Wen Ting stop. Facing such a hard-working young man, he didn't want to discourage the other party's enthusiasm. He would stop Wen Ting when his body reached its limit.

With such an idea in mind, Hong Xiaozhi became Wen Ting's audience happily.It is rare for the few disciples to see fresh faces, and Wen Ting's appearance and temperament are very outstanding, and he is about the same age, but he is not at all like them. Young lay down without saying a word and stood up again, more or less feeling admiration.

They were very young when they practiced Kungfu, and the children’s concentration was poor. Master Hong Xiaozhi held a small wooden stick and watched them strike horses. Their posture was wrong, their arms were collapsed, and their knees were bent. It was because of being beaten, if not, no one would be able to persevere.Now there is a person who can persevere without being urged by anyone. Although adults are more determined than children, but with physical endurance, it is really not easy for Wen Ting to persevere.So these few people were slowly attracted by Wen Ting, and they stopped unconsciously to see how far Wen Ting could go.

After all, they are young people. They have known each other for a long time and have a good relationship. Their playful nature came out. Someone took a mobile phone to help Wen Ting time, and suggested a small gamble to see if Wen Ting can break the previous record next time. , the loser helps the winner to wash their training uniforms, so the current scene appeared: Wen Ting stood in the middle and stood in the middle of the horse, and four time observers stood beside him, holding his breath and waiting for the result of this round to come out and see if it was To do the laundry or let someone else do the laundry.

Wen Ting's face was flushed, and his whole body was shaking like sifting chaff. Except for his feet, there was no place where he was not shaking. His black hair had become wet, and his loose practice clothes were wet with sweat, sticking to his body and shining black.The clenched teeth caused the veins on his forehead to collapse, and the sweat beads on his face were as clear as the light-colored pupils. Anyone could see that Wen Ting had lost all strength, and now he was supporting himself entirely on one breath.

"Five minutes and 57!" A tall young man whispered to the person next to him, his tone couldn't hide his joy. He bet that Wen Ting could break the previous record of five minutes and 53 seconds, so he didn't need to do laundry now. up.

The person next to him looked at him contemptuously, and silently put away his mobile phone: "You know whether you win or lose. No wonder the master always said that your lack of skill is because you are too utilitarian."

"Cut." The young man hummed twice, "You can't beat me if you don't improve."

Just as everyone guessed, Wen Ting really supported himself with one breath. Now he can no longer feel the existence of his body, his head is buzzing and his mind is in a trance, so he can only grit his teeth to wake himself up.

His vision was already blurred, and his mind was full of hazy white light. When the voice of a sudden voice touched his brain nerves, his breath of support was gone, and his body immediately relaxed.The rather regretful Ting Zhang let out a breath, squatted down and sat on the ground at a rather slow speed.

The result was out, and the timekeepers finally got together without the scruples of disturbing Wen Ting.

The tall and tall man who won the bet just now said with a smile on his face, "Wow, my junior is not bad, this time I lasted for six minutes and one second."

"It's six minutes and three seconds." Another young man with a gentle appearance interjected, "Did you not wear your eyes when you went out today?"

"Zhao Dapeng, your skin is itchy, aren't you?" Clenched his fists and made a comparison to Zhao Dapeng, the young man bared his teeth and said, "If you don't agree, let's challenge each other!"

Zhao Dapeng turned his face away, instead of looking at the opponent's fist as big as a sandbag, he muttered softly: "Violent madness."

"You two who have no eyesight, hurry up and stay aside." Hong Xiaozhi pushed the two people, and pushed them two meters away.If they hadn't talked just now, Wen Ting might have persisted for a while.Facing Wen Ting who was still trembling, Hong Xiaozhi stretched out his hand and said, "Wen Ting, I think you have reached your limit, don't practice today."

Wen Ting breathed steadily, stretched out his hand to stand up with Hong Xiaozhi's strength, when his sore and swollen legs stretched straight, a surge of heat burst out in his muscles, and his legs softened into sponges, Hong Xiaozhi quickly supported Wen Ting It was because of his arm that he didn't make a kneeling salute.

"Thank you, Master Hong, I'm fine." Thank you in a hoarse voice weakly, resisting the pain and numbness all over his body, he left Hong Xiaozhi to help him stand upright, turned his two hundred catty head and said to several young people: "Excuse me?" I’m so sorry.” He’s already called him a junior, so it’s more or less an acknowledgment of him, calling him a senior is not too much.

"This is not an interruption, you are silent." A man with a scar on his face next to Zhao Dapeng said, "We are bothering you. My name is Ding Xuan, and I am the oldest among the master's apprentices. They all call me Old Xuan." Hong Xiaozhi's actions told Ding Xuan that he admired Wen Ting, and Ding Xuan also admired this young man's perseverance.

Ding Xuan looks to be in his thirties, with a scar from his forehead to the corner of his eyes, which abruptly gives his very simple and honest face a chilling look.Wen Ting showed a friendly smile, "Brother Xuan is good."

"Junior Brother, my name is Zhang Yang, you can call me Brother Zhang or Brother Yang, hehe." Zhang Yang squeezed Zhao Dapeng away, approached with a smile on his face, Wen Ting smiled, "Hello, Brother Yang." He truly lives up to his name.

Zhao Dapeng stood in another place, far away from Zhang Yang, "My name is Zhao Dapeng, we should be about the same age, you can just call me senior brother."

Just looking at his face, Zhao Dapeng is definitely almost thirty, Wen Ting suppressed a smile and said, "I think you should be older than me, Brother Peng."

"Hahahaha!" Zhang Yang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "You stinky and shameless dare to say that you are the same age as my junior brother. Look at your old face. If you stand next to your junior brother, people will think that you are uncles and nephews."

Glancing at the dark-faced Zhao Dapeng, Hong Xiaozhi said, "It's alright, Zhang Yang, you know what nonsense you are talking about all day long." Knowing that the relationship between these two people is very good, there is no scruple to be noisy at ordinary times, and sometimes Zhang Yang is rough It made Zhao Dapeng very embarrassed.Waving to the last person, Hong Xiaozhi said, "What are you doing, big fish?"

The eyes of several people turned around, and they saw Cao Lianyu holding the mobile phone with his arms raised, looking at Wen Ting and then at the mobile phone, swallowed and said, "Little brother, are you a big star?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yang widened his eyes, looked Wen Ting up and down, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder it looks different from us, the whole body is glowing."

"Brother Yang is talking about incandescent lamps." Wen Ting laughed, and said to Cao Lianyu, "I am indeed an entertainer, but not to the level of a big star."

Of all the people, Cao Youyu has the most out-of-the-ordinary personality. When he heard this, he opened his eyes wide, "Damn it, you are so handsome, you can sing so well, and you still can't be a big star, isn't that unscientific?"

"Brother, if you praise me so much, I will blush." ​​Wen Ting said with a smile: "You don't need to tell me this fact, you can tell others where I can't hear you."

Cao Youyu opened his mouth and said dumbfounded, "Has anyone ever told you that you have a thick skin?"

Wen Ting thought about it seriously, then shook his head.

"cough!"

The young people in this room started chatting, Hong Heihu over there couldn't wait anymore, and coughed heavily to show his presence.Everyone turned their heads, and when they saw the serious teacher ancestor, all expressions on their faces were suppressed, and they saluted respectfully and said hello.Wen Ting saluted at a slower speed than usual, "Senior Hong." God knows how much perseverance it took for him to do this as if his whole body was in a swamp.

"En." Hong Heihu nodded slightly, glanced at Wen Ting, whose face was still very red, and said sternly: "You have practiced for a day, so go back today, and continue to work hard tomorrow."

"Yes." Wen Ting's heart twitched slightly, followed by several people who responded, lowered their eyebrows and narrowed their eyes to send Hong Heihu away respectfully.Hong Xiaozhi patted Ding Xuan on the shoulder, "Lock the door when you leave." His father told him to go home for dinner, Hong Xiaozhi had to leave, and these young people stayed if they wanted to. He was not afraid of them being too serious, but afraid of them being slack .

Watching the two elders go out, Zhang Yang winked at Cao Youyu, and the two walked over from left to right, sandwiching Wen Ting in the middle, one tall and one short, both of them were surprisingly burly, if they hadn't laughed Too flattering, this scene is definitely the scene of the mafia villain's debut.

"Junior brother." Zhang Yang rubbed his hands and grinned, his exposed front teeth looked carefully and found that a small piece was missing, "Can you sign me?"

Cao Youyu clasped his hands together, his small round eyes shone brightly: "I want it too!"

With this group of people, Wen Ting always felt like laughing.These four people have different looks and heights, but they are all muscular, coupled with all black training clothes and the scar on Ding Xuan's face, they don't look like good people.It seems that the average age is 35, but in fact he is not much older than Wen Ting, and his personality is more straightforward than the other. With these little treasures, Wen Ting doesn't have to worry about the boring days of practicing kung fu in the future.

Through chatting, Wen Ting learned that these four unattractive young people all had extraordinary family backgrounds. The worst was Ding Xuan's father, who was also the director of a certain state-owned enterprise. Wen Ting knew that no one could spend time on martial arts. It would be poor people, but Wen Ting was a little surprised by their family backgrounds.

Several people talked about Wen Ting's parents. Wen Ting said "grow up in an orphanage", which silenced the atmosphere for a while. Everyone saw that there was no sad expression on Wen Ting's face, and they all tagged him as a cabbage in their hearts.After all, Ding Xuan, who is still older, is better at being a man, so he changed another topic to avoid the atmosphere from getting colder.

When they came out of the martial arts hall, it was already dark, and several people waved goodbye to each other, and then drove away in their own cars.Wen Ting watched the four cars with no less than one million yuan, and a cloud of dust whizzed away in front of his eyes. He slowly got into his 'cheap car', and then took out his mobile phone to call Sean.

Xiao En, who was put on leave by Wen Ting, was watching the entertainment news at home with noodles. When he saw Wen Ting calling, he quickly swallowed the noodles in his mouth and answered, "Hello."

The sound of the other party swallowing something made Wen Ting hesitate, "Are you eating?"

"I haven't eaten yet. I ate half a kiwi just now." Sean glanced at the noodle that had just moved two bites, and said with a smile, "Do you want to take me to eat something delicious again?"

"Then don't eat it." After reporting the address, Wen Ting said, "Come and pick me up."

Sean was silent for a while, and asked cautiously, "Have you encountered any trouble?"

"It's okay, remember to bring your driver's license."

'Now I'm like a sponge and I can't drive without any strength', Wen Ting would not tell others.

The author has something to say: I am very entangled in whether to update during the Spring Festival~~

Tomorrow will be updated as usual, the day after tomorrow depends on the situation~~

Little angels who are in a hurry can call me in the comments

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Elderly people sleep less, and Hong Heihu's body is no match for the laws of nature. Before dawn in the morning, Hong Heihu and Heihu went to the yard to fight with each other. An old man who is already seventy years old.

Hong Heihu's wife gave birth to his youngest son, Hong Chuzhi, and went there. Hong Heihu has not found anyone else for so many years. He is both a father and a mother to bring up the two sons. Live with Hong Heihu in the Hong family mansion.Hong Chuzhi went abroad to study two years ago, and he can come back once or twice a year.Hong Xiao knew that the three of them had never thought of moving out to live alone. They all knew that Hong Heihu was not young, and being surrounded by children and grandchildren was the greatest satisfaction for the elderly.

The daughter-in-law Xu Weiqing, who was born in a small-bourgeois family, is very satisfied with the current situation. The family is harmonious, the husband and wife are loving, the son is sensible, and she has no worries about food and clothing. She is happy to be a dutiful housewife.She doesn't have to interfere with the housework, and Xu Weiqing arranges three meals a day for the whole family.Breakfast was served on time at seven o'clock, Xu Weiqing wiped off the water on her hands, went to her son's bedroom to wake him up, and asked her husband to go and call the punching father-in-law to come in for dinner.

Hong Heihu is a standard Yan Kingdom traditional old man, he is very concerned about the education of his sons and grandchildren at the dinner table, and taught them the truth of not talking when eating or sleeping.The whole family was at the table, and no one said a word when they started to move their chopsticks, including the yawning grandson.Everyone had a quiet breakfast, Xu Weiqing started to clear the table, Hong Xiaozhi took his son upstairs to change clothes, Hong Heihu took the newspaper and put on reading glasses to read it.After a while, there was a sound of footsteps upstairs, which sounded in a hurry.

"I didn't hear clearly. What did you just say?" Hong Xiaozhi's voice came from the second floor. His son Hong Qingtong's eardrums were itchy because of his loud voice, and he couldn't help covering his ears.

Hong Xiaozhi glanced at the living room downstairs, said after a long 'oh', "You said Wen Ting has arrived at the martial arts hall? You have been waiting for a long time? The spirit is very good, not like someone who just did extreme sports yesterday ? Then you give advice to Wen Ting first, I’ll go there right away.”

After hanging up the phone, Hong Xiaozhi led his son who was picking his ears downstairs, walked up to Hong Heihu and said with a smile, "Dad, I'm leaving first."

"Well, let's go." Hong Heihu said without looking up, Hong Xiaozhi stood for a while, and found that his father was still reading the newspaper intently, sighed inwardly, and led his son out.

When he walked to the door, eight-year-old Hong Qingtong raised his face and asked in a childish voice: "Father, I heard what Uncle Ding Xuan said just now. Why did you ask Uncle Ding Xuan to say it again?"

Hong Xiaozhi coughed, wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his brow, and said solemnly, "Children don't interfere with adults' business." Fortunately, his son didn't ask his father in front of him just now, otherwise he would be embarrassing.

In the living room, Hong Heihu trembled while holding the newspaper, finally closed the newspaper and put it on the tea table, staring at the bright sun outside the window with piercing eyes.

In the Black Tiger Martial Arts Gym, Ding Xuan and Wen Ting had already changed into their practice uniforms, and they were cleaning the floor with a mop.

Ding Xuan's home is the closest to the martial arts hall, and it is Ding Xuan's job to open and close the door every day. When he came early in the morning, he was curious to see the figure of a man stretching his muscles and bones outside the gate. It was only when he got closer that he realized that it was actually Wen Ting who was tired and sweaty yesterday.

Generally speaking, after the first zama step for people without any foundation, their legs will be particularly sore the next day, and it is normal for them to be unable to get out of bed.Yesterday, Wen Ting's exercise volume exceeded the normal level. Logically speaking, no matter how hard Wen Ting put on today, it would make people feel unwell. However, Ding Xuan found that there was nothing abnormal in Wen Ting's behavior. The basic Ding Xuan admired him quite a lot. Back then, he couldn't mop the floor like a normal person like Wen Ting.Ding Xuan didn't think that Wen Ting really didn't feel uncomfortable. Being able to move freely and look as usual only showed that Wen Ting's will was strong enough.

Watching Wen Ting wipe the floor with a mop calmly, his slow movements actually brought a bit of elegance, as if what he was holding was not a mop, but a writing brush, and the floor was the high-quality rice paper that a hermit wrote.Ding Xuan couldn't help but raised his thumb: "Junior brother, I admire you." He was not as good-looking with a brush as Wen Ting was with a mop.

"It's just dragging the ground, Brother Xuan doesn't have to worship me so much." Wen Ting didn't stop his hands, raised his face and said with a smile.The sunlight outside the window shone on Wen Ting's side face, casting a golden light on his beautiful facial features.

Ding Xuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that Wen Ting was probably the most beautiful person he had met in so many years, so that people would ignore his gender and think it was a work of art, only It's something to worship.

Hong Xiaozhi arrived when he finished cleaning the martial arts hall. Seeing that Wen Ting had started to stride again, Hong Xiaozhi couldn't be more heartwarming. It would be great if all his disciples were so conscious.

One after another, people began to come to the martial arts gym. Wen Tinglei practiced the basic skills unmoved, and the whole morning passed like this.In the afternoon, Hong Xiaozhi began to teach Wen Ting how to punch and stance, which invisibly increased Wen Ting's fatigue value.

"Looking forward, the arms will naturally be straight. The punching speed does not need to be too fast, but the force must be sufficient." Hong Xiaozhi pointed Wen Ting aside, and Wen Ting silently memorized it. Following the movement, a drop of sweat fell from the eyelashes, Wen Ting Ting didn't wipe it either.

Everyone in the practice room was practicing seriously, and no one noticed a gap in the door.Hong Heihu exposed half of his body, glanced over the crowd and saw Wen Ting who was seriously practicing in the corner, watched for a long time before closing the door, and left quietly.

In the evening, as usual, Sean came to pick up Wen Ting. Looking at the person who climbed into the car and lay motionless on the back seat with no image, Sean couldn't help but said: "If you are so tired, why don't you learn Taekwondo or something? It's easy, and you won't be so tired every day." When he saw Wen Ting yesterday, Xiao En thought he had a cerebral thrombosis, his arms and legs were shaking so badly that he couldn't stop, no wonder he had to call Wen Ting He is on 'vacation'. Let alone driving in this situation, it is not easy to climb into the car.

Wen Ting, who was lying on the back seat, opened one eye, the amber pupils were radiant, and the pearl-like brilliance dazzled Xiao En's eyes.

"I have always admired our ancestors, who were able to create thousands of magical knowledge, which cannot be replicated no matter how advanced modern technology is." Wen Ting used to have no time and energy to learn, but now that he has, he doesn't want to give up.Wiggling her fingers, the feeling of soreness and swelling made Wen Ting smile: "Besides, it's not in my character to give up halfway. If you want to do it, do your best, and you will have no regrets in life."

Xiao En turned his head away silently. He felt that what Wen Ting said was very lofty, but he was a layman, and he was still running around for basic necessities. Even if he also admired the traditional culture of Yan Kingdom, he would not waste money and time to learn it.

Ever since, Wen Ting's life has become two points and one line, home, martial arts, home.Get up in the morning and go for a run, take a shower after breakfast and go to the martial arts gym, drive home with Sean in the afternoon, eat something at the passing place, then sleep, the next day will be the same.Nine days have passed since such an ordinary and exhausted life, and Hong Xiaozhi has seen Wen Ting's hard work.Spending a lot of time in the practice room every day, it is impossible to keep Zamabu unmoved, so Hong Xiaozhi began to teach Wen Ting some simple moves.

Wen Ting is a smart person, after Hong Xiaozhi often demonstrates it once, Wen Ting can learn to be decent, and then practice repeatedly, Hong Xiaozhi is amazed by the rapid progress.

Hong Heihu was at the door watching Wen Ting vigorously swinging his fists and kicks. In his eyes, every move and every move was a show of fists and legs, but in terms of Wen Ting's days of practicing kung fu, it is already quite good to be able to do this.Hong Xiaozhi saw Hong Heihu coming, so he didn't bother the practitioners, and went to the door alone, "Dad."

Hong Heihu nodded, and Hong Xiaozhi followed his father to stare at the direction, and then said something nice to Wen Ting with a smile: "Wen Ting is very serious, he comes here earlier than Ding Xuan every day, every day He didn't stop practicing. I saw that he had made great progress, so I taught him some simple moves."

"I'm not blind, I can see it." Hong Heihu rolled his eyes, his son called in a loud voice every morning, and told his daughter-in-law when he had nothing to do, the new guy in the martial arts hall was very, very hardworking and made great progress. Big, it's not for his own father.Hong Heihu squinted his eyes, seeing is believing, and he came to see it every day these days, in fact, he wanted to know how far Wen Ting had progressed.

Judging from this situation, Wen Ting is really good, with a long and quiet face, but there is a drive in his bones, and he is ruthless enough to attack himself.

It's not like my own son, who looks tall and big and is not easy to bully, but actually has a sentimental girl's heart.

Instead of looking at Hong Xiaozhi's honest smile, Hong Heihu walked towards the practice room.A group of disciples stopped their movements when they saw the master coming, and saluted respectfully and said hello.

Wen Ting noticed it when Hong Xiaozhi went to the door, it seemed that every time Hong Heihu came, it was like this scene, he came in quietly and greeted vigorously.Wen Ting put down his fists and stood up with the crowd downcast. The result of these few days of practice is that he is now sweating from exhaustion every day, but he won't be shaking all over his body, and he won't be the same as the first time when he wakes up from sleep. Every day, every bone in my body hurts like being hit by a [-]-jin sledgehammer.

Wen Ting stood upright, did not stare at Hong Heihu like other disciples, and would not make people feel disrespectful, quiet like a silent green bamboo, and would not make people ignore his existence.Hong Heihu didn't take a second look, and every disciple and grandson passing by made a comment.

"Ding Xuan, my kung fu has improved recently, not bad."

"Zhao Dapeng, what are you doing?