I have many teachers

Chapter 57 You've Started
Qin Fei frowned slightly, seeing that Zhao Xiujie was still stubborn, and said coldly:

"Young master? How tall is it?"

Zhao Xiujie glared angrily, and said loudly:

"Speaking of it, don't be afraid. He can break the hardwood on the mountain with his fists, and he can carry it down the mountain. He is still wrapped around a hundred catties of chains, and he walks as usual. He even used the chains to subdue a tyrannical black bear!"

As the voice fell, Qin Fei became even more chilled, and simply walked towards Zhao Xiujie slowly, making the latter feel a little thumping in his heart. The boy in white shirt stopped when he was three steps away from Zhao Xiujie, and moved his lowered right fist and five fingers rhythmically. Then he slowly shook hands and said indifferently:

"wood?"

"Yes, the newly-made furniture in my room is made of the wood he smashed with his fists!"

"……where is he?"

The anger in Zhao Xiujie's heart has actually dissipated a lot at this time, but now that the arrow is on the string, he is unwilling to give in. Looking at Qin Fei who has the same expression as when he knocked down several people just now, as the book said "murderous" , bit the bullet and said:
"Yes, in Great Liang Village..."

Fu pretended to be disdainful and complacent again, raised his head, pointed his chin at the other party, and said:

"Why, do you still have the guts to go?"

Qin Fei raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cold and sharp, which made the latter tremble in his heart, and he took a step back, the figure of the young man was no longer in front of his eyes. When he was puzzled, he heard a voice behind his ears:

"Why not go."

Zhao Xiujie's scalp was slightly numb, and there was a faint sense of panic in his heart that he would cause a catastrophe. Qin Fei had already passed him and shouted:
"Da Er Er."

Among the attendants at the side, two tall wrestlers walked out, clasped their fists silently and saluted.

"Bring the armor you brought this time."

The two wrestlers nodded silently, and then strode away. There seemed to be waves of air billowing under their feet, but they returned after a few breaths. Each was holding a box, and Qin Fei opened one casually. The pair of boxers are extremely slender enough to wrap the entire forearm. The material is made of gold and jade, which not only has enough protection, but also can strengthen the fist and palm to attack and kill.

In the crisp sound, Qin Fei covered the boxer on his forearm, and while adjusting it, he ordered lightly:

"The other set doesn't have to be put back. The two of you will go with me, and it's a gift."

"Ada, go and get 300 taels of silver directly from Mother Wang, and tell me that I am useful to visit friends. By the way, among the training materials, take a pair of old wild ginseng, and get three copies of one grade of blood jade mud."

The expression on Zhao Xiujie's face was slightly stagnant.

Although it was not what he wanted, it was completely different from what he had imagined...

Involuntarily turning sideways, he saw Qin Fei in white clothes arranging the position of his arms and boxers, and his profile became lighter under the winter sun. The latter looked at him calmly and said:
"Did you think I was going to 'clean up' him? Huh?"

Zhao Xiujie nodded blankly.

"No...shouldn't it?"

Qin Fei didn't answer directly, but lowered his eyes, adjusted his boxing armor quietly, and said:

"That carpenter should know that you admire that boy very much, so he made a display with the side with the fist marks and added water to make a lake. This is one of them."

"Secondly, your description is not false. There is indeed such a practice method in Jianghu."

"I just don't like liars, not arrogant and ignorant people. Those who practice martial arts put morality first, deal with injustice and deal with cheaters, but they don't fight for power and make enemies everywhere. Moreover, if a carpenter can see the gap in your chest, how will you inherit the family business in the future?"

"Playing with things and losing one's ambition, there is no progress in the way of martial arts, but the way of advancing and retreating is still as pure as a child. Even A Xiao understands better than you. Just from the words just now, although it is unintentional, but it has been sowing dissension. Take me as my own." The truth of killing people with swords, if you are not my cousin today..."

Qin Fei paused slightly, raised his eyes to look at Zhao Xiujie, and said:
"It will bleed under my fist."

Although the last four words were plain, there was an inexplicable feeling that climbed up Zhao Xiujie's back in an instant, making his scalp tingle. Jumping wildly in an instant.

With a pale complexion and weak legs and feet, he subconsciously took two steps back, swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and said:

"No, I won't fight...then what are you going to do?"

"Who says no to fight?"

Qin Fei withdrew his gaze, swung his right hand out, let out a dull sound, and said coldly:
"Such a person can have great perseverance to practice hard, and if he can get to know each other, even if the beauty is in front of him, he will be nothing more than a skeleton."

"It's boring to come to Wangxian County for a few days. If I have to meet this person, how can I let it go? I am a martial artist, naturally I should use martial arts to make friends. I just don't know... Is he free today? If I go, it will be offensive." mean?"

After talking about it, there was some hesitation, but at this time Ah Da had already brought a brocade box, so he simply stopped thinking about it, turned his head, and said softly to the pink and tender boy:
"A Xiao, you wait in the mansion."

Looking sideways at Zhao Xiujie with a slightly pale complexion, his voice was slightly cold, and he said succinctly:
"lead the way."

Zhao Xiujie's heart was full of bitterness, and some kind of inexplicable shock. He was ordered by the guy who didn't like him in a tone he didn't like, but he just led the way in silence. The boy named A Xiao looked at his two brothers. Leaving, with a pretentious sigh.

"It's the first time..."

"Ah, one by one, how old and immature..."

With his hands behind his back, the little boy walked back to the room like an adult, and when he closed the door, he suddenly became extremely agile. He flipped through Zhao Xiujie's room with ease, found the paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and rushed to the room. The seat, holding the brush, exhaled softly, and wrote on the white paper:

"Sister Yu'er, who is as beautiful as a fairy, everything is fine today."

"My brother praised my sister as a beauty."

"But then again, compared to a tree-chopper, a beauty is as unattractive as a bone..."

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In Great Liang Village.

In Jiang Shou's room, the sound of the piano came leisurely. Every time the villagers passed by, they would carefully slow down their footsteps and listen carefully.

After walking through this street with old locust trees, he said with admiration:

"Mr. Jiang's piano sound is still so nice..."

An old man nodded and said: "Yeah, I don't know what happened, but I feel that the husband seems to be in a good mood."

The bystanders asked curiously:

"how do you know?"

The old man who opened his mouth stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "The old man has traveled some places. Although the tune has not changed, sir, it is just as good, but the tune is obviously clearer, and he must be in a good mood."

"Oh, so it is."

"Uncle Zhang, you are also hiding your secrets."

Everyone complimented, and there was a little snow falling from the sky, and they cursed the weird weather in a low voice, and hurried home, the snow was like fluff, falling on the locust tree, gradually accumulating, and gently falling in the courtyard , the sound of the piano turns low, gradually converges, and the overtones are elegant and continuous, like clouds traveling in the sky, no trace of them can be seen.

Jiang Shou raised his hand, picked up the teacup on the side, took a sip of the tea, and praised:

"That's right, the tea is really good... Although it's still dry, it's ready to drink."

"Mr. Mumbai."

Jiang Shouyi shook his head, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and said softly:
"But compared to your Skylight, Cloud Shadow, it's still a few chips away..."

The sound of the piano stopped slightly, and the young man in blue sat cross-legged in front of him, with his palms lightly placed on the trembling strings, his whole body bound by heavy chains, standing like a rock, with a majestic momentum, but with a peaceful expression between his eyebrows and eyes, Ru Qingxi Wuchen, softly said:
"Mr. taught me well."

Jiang Shou said nothing, took a sip of his tea, then smiled and said:
"You have only learned this piece of music since the beginning of the month, but you can actually learn more."

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said:
"Didn't Mr. say that learning the piano is just for self-entertainment, and to use the mirror to adjust your mind."

"Since I'm entertaining myself, it doesn't matter how much or how little. What's more, I'm still far from my husband for this piece of music. It's far from being learned, so how can I expect anything else?"

Jiang Shou raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but asked abruptly:
"But you are a martial artist, you have the power to control energy, no matter how difficult the technique is."

"The skills are easy to learn, but the mood is hard to find."

The scholar finally couldn't hold back the joy in his heart when he heard the words, he laughed out loud, which was full of joy, after a few breaths, the laughter gradually died down, Jiang Shouyi looked at the boy in front of him, and said:

"You have entered..."

(End of this chapter)