The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 117
At this moment, the three of Wang Yazi were standing at the door, dumbstruck already.

Hearing Xiaofeng's question, Wang Yazi opened his mouth and squeezed out a few words: "I...I'm here...to see you...to see you..."

When Xiaofeng heard this, she immediately smiled and said, "Aunt Wang really has a heart."

Although she came a little early, but Xiaofeng grew up in a mountain village, and it was very common for people in the village to visit each other to borrow things or do a favor, and she didn't take it seriously.

only……

The next time she saw, a young man beside Wang Yazi was holding a sharp knife with both hands.

Xiaofeng was taken aback, pointed at the knife, and said, "This is it?"

A smile uglier than crying appeared on Wang Yazi's face, and he said, "This is... this is... ah, you guys have just moved in, I'm afraid you don't have a knife to cut meat when cooking, so I specially give it to you Send one."

Xiaofeng tilted her head, a little suspicious: "People in the city, do you need another knife to cut meat? But this small knife is very sharp, and it is really suitable for cutting meat."

Seeing this, Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing: "If Aunt Wang didn't tell me, I really didn't think of buying a meat cutting knife. Auntie really has a heart."

Saying that, Xiaofeng put the wooden basin on the ground, went to the door, and reached out to receive the knife.

Her eldest son held the handle of the knife with both hands, opened his mouth and stared, with a blank expression on his face, motionless like a wooden man.

Wang Yazi became anxious immediately, kicked the eldest son, and cursed: "Why are you so dumb, why don't you pass the knife to the little lady."

Only then did the eldest son wake up, turned the handle of the knife upside down, and handed the knife to Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng took the ox ear sharp knife, looked at it, and nodded again and again, the knife looked quite new.

Then, she saw another man with a cloth bag and rope on his back, and asked, "This is?"

Wang Yazi breathed a sigh of relief just now, when he heard the words, his heart tensed again, and he said: "Ah... this is... didn't you just move in, I'm afraid you don't have bags for storing things. This rope... is for You hang clothes...for drying quilts."

Xiaofeng slapped his forehead, and said: "Oh, look at me, I bought things for a long time yesterday, but I didn't even think about drying the clothes. It's still Aunt Wang who has the heart."

With a mournful face, the youngest son handed the bag and rope to Xiaofeng again.

Xiaofeng took the things happily, then scratched her head again, and looked out, as if to see if there was anything else.

Wang Yazi also came to his senses at this time, and stood in front of Xiaofeng, saying: "Ah, Xiao... Miss Xiaofeng, did you sleep well last night? Where is your husband, and you haven't woken up yet?"

Xiaofeng's face turned red, and said: "Yes, my husband sleeps in every day."

Wang Yazi breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's fine, it's fine. Ah, then I won't bother you, let's go..."

"Oh...then go slowly, Mrs. Wang, come and drop by when you have time..."

Watching the three of them leave in a panic, the smile on Xiaofeng's face disappeared immediately.

She picked up the sharp knife in her hand and looked at it carefully.

There was also a bit of fine sawdust on the blade.

Xiaofeng walked in, closed the door again, then squatted down, and looked up the latch from below.

Sure enough, there were new marks carved by a knife on the door latch.

Xiaofeng's face immediately turned cold, and he said strangely: "I'll just say, I remember the door was locked last night."

……

……

When Lu Qian woke up, Xiaofeng told him all about it.

Lu Qian picked up the sharp knife, glanced at it, and threw it aside.

This matter, he probably thought about it, and he figured it out.

This coffin alley is more likely to be haunted, so no one comes to live here.

It's no surprise.

However, Wang Yazi is so sure that he will die if he stays here for one night, which is a bit problematic.

This shows that there are ghosts in their alley.

Moreover, the people who used to live here are probably all dead, so Coffin Alley is now empty.

Car and boat shop feet and teeth, even innocent should be killed.

As a dentist, there really isn't a good thing.

If Lu Qian got up first in the morning, he might have killed the three of them casually.

However, it doesn't matter if you leave, it's just a small role that doesn't matter, Lu Qian doesn't care.

After breakfast, Lu Qian took Xiaofeng to the yard and began to teach her Lingwuquan.

After two days of medicated bath, Xiaofeng's physical foundation is now stronger than when Lu Qian first learned Lingwuquan.Lu Qian only taught her three times, and she was already playing well.

After practicing for nearly an hour at a stretch, Lu Qian sat aside to rest, and Xiaofeng was still fighting furiously under the sun, getting more and more excited as he fought.

Lu Qian watched from the sidelines, feeling more and more strange the more he watched.

With the same set of punches, Zuo Qiuling punched them with dexterity and agility, full of femininity.

Lu Qian's fights are quite satisfactory, perhaps because he pays more attention to body skills, often lacks strength, and moves extremely fast.

As for Xiaofeng, she was very strong. On the first day she practiced boxing, Lu Qian was able to feel a lot of strength from the wind of boxing.

Some people say that you can see a person's character from the way he writes.

Martial arts, why not do the same.

The same move, played by different people, will be very different.

Among them, it also has a lot to do with a person's personality.

Lu Qian sat aside and watched for a while, feeling a little itchy.

He stood up, took two steps forward, and said in a medium voice, "Attention, I'm coming."

"Good come."

Lu Qian punched out, and Zhonggong went straight in.Xiaofeng dodged, the palace door opened, let Lu Qian in, and then punched left, punched right, and punched sideways, trying to clamp Lu Qian's arm that went straight in, or even break it.

Seeing this scene, Lu Qian was both surprised and amused at the same time. The punch he sent out was temporarily retracted, causing Xiaofeng's two punches to miss.

With Xiaofeng's fist strength, even with both fists, it is impossible to block his punch.If his blow was real, even with only a small amount of force, Xiaofeng would probably be sent flying by him, and she would be so limp on the ground that she couldn't get up for a long time.

Lu Qian withdrew his middle punch, changed it to a side punch, and smiled at the same time: "Learning martial arts is not about going to bed, so don't cater to me like that."

When Xiaofeng heard this, her pretty face turned red.At this time, she obviously also came to her senses, the move she just made violated the taboo of warriors.

I didn't expect that she was a little girl, and she was quite competitive.

Lu Qian continued: "When fighting against others, remember to protect yourself first, and then win. Don't overdo it. Don't take risks unless you have to."

Listening to what Lu Qian was saying, Xiaofeng didn't answer, but concentrated and practiced with him one move at a time.

Lu Qian saw it and nodded secretly.It seems that Xiaofeng still has some talent in martial arts.Lu Qian didn't teach her, but she was able to comprehend it on her own. Breathing is very important in martial arts.

Once the breath is chaotic, Mo Shuo's punches will follow out of order, and he will lose immediately, and even backfire on himself, which is by no means a trivial matter.

The so-called master leads the door, and the practice lies with the individual.What a master can teach is always limited.The vast majority of the rest still depends on individual perception.

If you can comprehend yourself, you can make progress; the more you comprehend, the faster you will progress.If you can't comprehend anything and just rely on the master to teach you every word, then your achievements will be very limited after all.

Of course, it's another matter to use precious herbs to nourish the body and improve the inner breath.

Xiaofeng's attainments in Lingwu boxing are naturally far behind Lu Qian's. If she really lets go, and Lu Qian hits a solid punch casually, she will immediately be overwhelmed.

However, that would be too boring.

One of the lessons is to grind with warm water, avoid anxiety, relax, relax, and relax in a moderate way, and finally reach the ultimate bliss together.

After thirty strokes, Lu Qian suddenly turned over, pulled Xiaofeng's wrist around behind her, embraced her arms forward, and grabbed her other wrist, locking her firmly.

(End of this chapter)