"The two bastards have gotten up for me to practice martial arts!"
Fang Xiaoyu was awakened by a voice as soon as the sky was dark. Needless to say, there would be no other voice except Miao Cuihua.
As the cold wind blows, Fang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and struggling. Fang Xiaoyu, who was born as an orphan, was definitely more able to endure hardship than Fang Shiyu, although his foundation was a little worse.
Through the reinvention of the system, coupled with Miao Cuihua's strict supervision, in a short period of time, Fang Xiaoyu was able to compliment Miao Cuihua for his swiftness, both shape and spirit, and his proficiency.
Three years are fleeting, Fang Xiaoyu has a solid foundation and has only learned the most basic Luohan boxing, but he has not learned the more advanced boxing skills.
The most important thing is that Fang Xiaoyu discovered from Miao Cuihua that the inner strength mental method he was looking forward to was illusory. Even Miao Cuihua's Shaolin dynasty only practiced inner martial arts, and there was never any Nine Yin and Nine Yangs. Kind of inner strength mental method.
A martial artist is at best a strong body. He climbs up a building or climbs a wall like a foot on the ground, and fights more than a dozen masters alone. However, to reach the level of one reed crossing the river and picking leaves and flying flowers, it is basically a dream.
Of course, even so, Fang Xiaoyu was not too disappointed. The fact that Fang Shiyu's world does not have such magical techniques does not mean that other worlds do not.
Inner martial arts is the best method with a solid foundation. It is oneself that is tempered, and the power of the physical body is absolutely universal in any world. Therefore, even if Fang Xiaoyu is not for a task, he will practice three-ninth-summer training in winter. In just three years, he developed an extremely strong body.
A bucket of cold water poured down her head, washed away the sweat from her body, and her clothes concealed the body that was enough to make a woman scream.
After several years of cultivation, Fang Xiaoyu's body is extremely flexible, wearing a robe, holding a book in his hands, but his temperament has changed drastically, and he is a harmless and elegant scholar.
Walking on the streets, the world in the Qianlong period can be considered peaceful. Although there are sometimes ****, it is generally peaceful.
Fang Xiaoyu, dressed in Tsing Yi, walked among the crowd, attracting many people to greet him.
"Brother Fang, have a taste of this jujube, it's sweet"
"Brother Fang, take a look at these western sunglasses and wear them special, yes, it's what the little brother said is really cool."
"Tsk tsk, isn't this Young Master Fang, take a look, it's really a dragon and phoenix among people, my girl is eager for you to see Young Master..."
Yingying, Yanyan, and several women in cool and exposed clothes had the intention to come forward, but Fang Xiaoyu ran away with fright.
"Woo...you are bad, Tingting won't play with you..."
In the alley on the side, a childish female voice came, and Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but walk past the prestige.
In the alley, several eight- or nine-year-old guys were teasing a little girl. The girl was well dressed and she was from a good family, but the most noticeable thing was her delicate face.
Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help being stunned the moment he saw the little girl.
The little girl has a beautiful face, and her big watery eyes are shining with grace, she is the embryo of the goddess.
"Woo, Tingting is going home, Tingting will not be a fat bride..."
Among the few children, a big fat man said arrogantly: "Lei Tingting, today you are my little bride of Wang Hu..."
When Fang Xiaoyu saw this, he couldn't help but laughed, but the laughter attracted the attention of several people. When the big fat man saw Fang Xiaoyu, he couldn't help but said to Fang Xiaoyu: " Asshole, why are you laughing?
Fang Xiaoyu is only thirteen years old now. He is still childish. At most, he is one or two years older than the fat man. The fat man is like a meat mountain, and his height is not lower than Fang Xiaoyu.
"Little brother, save me, Wang Hu is the big villain!"
The little girl looked at Fang Xiaoyu dimly with teary eyes, she seemed to treat Fang Xiaoyu as the savior.
The big fat man on the side was not happy anymore. The bride of this family house was about to be snatched away by others. The big fat man stared at Fang Xiaoyu viciously and waved at all his friends: "Brothers, give me a fight. what."
Five or six little guys vary in height, and the youngest is also ten years old. Under the leadership of the big fat man, one by one rushed towards Fang Xiaoyu.
Fang Xiaoyu smiled when he saw this. One side avoided the fat man's rampage, and just raised his foot and kicked his leg. Then the fat man screamed and rolled out. As for the other little guys, it's even more unlikely that they have been practicing for years Fang Xiaoyu's opponent.
After three hits, Fang Xiaoyu yelled a few little guys.
Fang Xiaoyu didn't have much interest in bullying these little guys, so he stopped after a lesson.
The scroll lightly patted the heart of his hand, Fang Xiaoyu looked at these little guys with disdain, but didn't notice the admiration in the watery eyes of the little girl on the side.
Fatty Wang Hu climbed up and pointed to Fang Xiaoyu: "Smelly boy, have the courage to report the name, the little master has brought all the people..."
With a bang, I saw a big fat guy rushing over, and he yelled from a distance: "Bastard boy, who is bullying my family Tingting, get me here"
With a bang, Fatty Wang Hu and other little guys have seen such a battle before, and he was immediately frightened by the big fat guy who rushed forward and ran away.
In a blink of an eye, a group of little guys ran away without a trace, while the fat guy who rushed forward went straight to Fang Xiaoyu.
The fat fingers spread out and grabbed Fang Xiaoyu. Fang Xiaoyu quickly dodges to avoid him. Although this fat man is not capable of martial arts, the tonnage is amazing. Even if Fang Xiaoyu avoided it, he was rubbed against his arm and the scroll in his hand snapped. Fell to the ground.
"Smelly boy, dare to bully my daughter and see if my Thunder Tiger will not beat you to death!"
Fang Xiaoyu was shocked when he heard the words, and glanced at the fat man, it was really that impressive Thunder Tiger.
But Fang Xiaoyu didn't dare to stay. His physique could not be as good as a Thunder Tiger in the Roshan Mountain. He looked like a Thunder Tiger and looked like a reasonable person. When his heart moved, Fang Xiaoyu turned and ran.
Thunder Tiger was about to catch up, when a clear and sweet voice sounded: "Daddy, what are you doing, don't stop."
That voice was like an imperial decree to Thunder Tiger. He immediately stopped Thunder Tiger and slowly turned around, with a kind smile on his face and said, "Tingting, those bastards have been beaten by dad. Ran!"
Eight or nine-year-old Lei Tingting grunted, took a few steps forward and picked up Fang Xiaoyu's lost scroll, opened the scroll, and three words appeared in Lei Tingting's eyes.
"Fang Xiaoyu"
"Good girl, what are you looking at, let Dad take a look!"
Leihuhu came up and poked his head to see what was on the scroll in Lei Tingting's hand, but the little girl closed it, snorted, turned and left.
Leihuo touched his head and followed Lei Tingting and cried out, "Good girl, why don't you pay attention to old man? Peace is more important, and peace is more important..."
But Fang Xiaoyu walked with his head bowed, but his heart was ups and downs.
Fang Shiyu, Leihuo, Lei Tingting, these people appeared one by one, which gave Fang Xiaoyu an infinite sense of urgency.
Eight years, or at most, eight years, the plot in the movie will open, and then he must face the forces of the Qing court represented by the powerful nine-door admiral Ordo.
Thinking of the strength of Ordo played by Zhao Wenzhuo, Fang Xiaoyu feels full of pressure. If he can't kill Zhao Wenzhuo at that time, Fang Xiaoyu will still die in this world.
"Go to Shaolin, the world of martial arts came out of Shaolin, this is not to say, it is time to talk about Shaolin with my aunt!"
Fang Xiaoyu muttered softly, returning to Fang Mansion all the way.
Today's Fang Mansion is much more magnificent than before. Although Fang Xiaoyu, who can be regarded as a traverser, can't make any big inventions, some small inventions are not problematic.
In just three years, the Fang family's business has changed drastically, becoming a well-known luxury merchant in Guangzhou City, and even the residence has been replaced by a large house.
According to Fang Xiaoyu's secret observation, almost half of Fang's income has disappeared. If Fang De's identity is not clear, Fang Xiaoyu would doubt whether the false accounts made by the accountants and shopkeepers pitted their Fang's income.
Needless to say, those lost profits must have been secretly taken away by Fang De to support the Red Flower Society. Although he knew all these well, Fang Xiaoyu didn't break it.
On the one hand, it is because of his age. On the other hand, he also needs to maintain the plot direction. He doesn't want to mess up the whole story world. If he can't complete the task by the time, isn't it pitted himself.
Dismissing the respectful servants along the way, a strong wind suddenly hit, Fang Xiaoyu hurriedly avoided the sneak attack by a steel bridge, and at the same time a carp jumped up and kicked at the opponent. .