"Who did you learn your big gun from?" Yang Fan asked.
"Why, if you want to learn, please become your teacher first and I will teach you," Xiao Niangpi said.
"It's not that I want to learn it, but your marksmanship is the internal marksmanship. You have already mastered Tingjin. I want to ask about your apprenticeship." Yang Fan said.
The technique that Xiao Niangpi used just now to point the tip of the big gun on the bricks and pull them out piece by piece has a proper name in martial arts, called Ting Jin.
Only by practicing your listening power can you pull the bricks out of the wall. If you practice Tingjin to a great extent, it is said that you can use the tip of a spear to spot flies on a glass window.
The fly was killed without any damage to the glass strands.
"Hey, you're a guy who doesn't work hard and doesn't distinguish between grains and grains, but you actually know Kung Fu." Xiao Niangpi suddenly gave Yang Fan a high look.
"Tsk, who hasn't eaten dumplings, eaten pork, or seen pigs running during the Chinese New Year?" Yang Fan said disdainfully.
"Okay, okay, I know you, Mr. Yang Qianhu, are great, okay." Xiao Niangpi patted Yang Fan's shoulder with her little hand.
To show comfort.
"I don't know the name of my marksmanship. When I was young, an old Taoist priest who passed by came to my house to ask for a bowl of water and saw me practicing with a gun and shaking a big pole. He told my father that I was a talented person, so he stayed to teach me. He lived with me for three months. He didn’t leave his name. When he left, dad gave me a seal of one hundred taels of silver."
"I feel very familiar with the marksmanship you practice," Yang Fan said thoughtfully. He felt that this kind of marksmanship was very similar to Wudang Kung Fu.
By this time, they had arrived in the middle hall of the north room, where they found an Eight Immortals table and two chairs.
Xiao Niangpi went back to the west room to change clothes, washed her face again with the facial cleanser she got from Yao Guang, and then applied a facial mask.
Then he walked into the middle hall wearing slippers and sat down, waiting for Yang Fan to feed him.
Yang Fan lived in the east room and went back to wash up. He was called away before he woke up in the morning and he didn't even wash his face. Yang Fan finished washing and came to the central hall.
He saw the little girl raising her neck and waiting for him.
Yang Fan smiled.
Yang Fan walked over, carefully tied the napkin around the little girl's swan-like neck, and straightened the hem. Then he sat on the chair and tied his napkin.
With a snap of his fingers, the orderly immediately delivered breakfast.
Recently, the little girl no longer eats soup dumplings because she has no love for them anymore, so she eats steamed shrimp dumplings instead. This time, the chef Yang Fan brought was trained according to Cantonese cuisine.
The breakfast on the table is filled with super small plates. But it’s dazzling.
Rice rolls, shrimp dumplings, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, sashimi fish porridge, oyster sauce lettuce, egg custard, and Yang Fan’s favorite sugar cake.
The two of them chatted while eating.
"Do you know why you can't beat Lin Yueru? It's because your boxing technique is external boxing, and Lin Yueru practices internal martial arts. But don't be discouraged. Today, you have begun to show signs of working from the outside to the inside in your spear training." Yang Fan was bragging shamelessly while sipping the piping hot fish porridge.
"This is the first time I've heard of this division. Please explain it carefully." Although Xiao Niangpi was a talented girl from the Ming Dynasty and a master of reading.
But there were also things she didn't know, and Yang Fan felt secretly happy.
You know everything, and I don't even have a chance to brag. Don't you understand this time? I have six hundred years more knowledge than you, so I can't help but fool you in a minute.
"Practice boxing without practicing kung fu, and you will be in vain when you grow old." Yang Fan said, shaking his head.
"What do you mean?" The little girl tilted her head and looked at him.
"That is to say, foreign boxing relies entirely on the strength of the muscles and bones. When you get older and your body weakens, you will become increasingly ineffective due to lack of strength."
"That's right, boxing is afraid of young people, that's the truth." The little girl's big eyes blinked and she said convincingly.
"But there is a kind of boxing, or Kung Fu, which relies on very small force to mobilize others, such as Tai Chi, Baguazhang, Xingyiquan."
"I've never heard of it," Xiao Niangpi said doubtfully, and looked sideways at Yang Fan, as if to determine if Yang Fan was playing a trick on her. This bad guy's favorite thing to do was to tease himself. "You didn't make it up, did you?"
"I know you don't believe it, just keep an eye on it." Yang Fan curled his lips, stood up and began to perform the Tai Chi aerobics performed by the old man and old lady in the park. Although Yang Fan doesn't know Tai Chi, he can still imitate it well.
"Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard, hahaha." The little girl laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up, and kept lowering her fists on the table.
"Forget it, I don't know how to fight, I'm just showing off." Yang Fan blushed a little, sat down and continued to drink porridge and eat shrimp dumplings.
"But it is indeed interesting. It doesn't look like you are making it up. This kind of boxing seems slow but is actually fast. It is the skill of using stillness to stop and using softness to overcome hardness." Xiao Niangpi said seriously.
Yang Fan opened his eyes wide and thought to himself that it is difficult for female doctors to find a husband. This can be seen. If he makes some mistakes in life in the future, he will not be discovered directly.
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you are an insider or an outsider. Martial arts all over the world come to the same goal by different paths. Those who are really good at it can transform from external strength to internal strength, from internal strength to transformation strength. In the end, they will achieve perfection." Yang Fan said seriously. . This time I didn't mean to make fun of the little girl at all.
"That's interesting and well said." Xiao Niangpi listened with some leisurely fascination, "It's a pity that I haven't had the opportunity to experience the skills you mentioned. It sounds so powerful."
"What's so difficult about this? I'll look for the boxing manual for you later. There's also a kind of tortoise boxing that's specially designed to hit your husband. Do you want to learn it?" Yang Fan started teasing Daye every day again.
"Nonsense, is there any boxing technique specifically designed to hit a husband?" Xiao Niangpi said shyly, "The husband is his wife's guide, how can he hit her?"
A warm current of happiness flows through the body. Feudal society is better. Look at our little girl, how correct her three views are.
"If you want to fight, you have to close the door and do it in the bedroom. At least you can't let outsiders see it."
"Ah!" The last sentence made Yang Fan want to slap himself in the mouth.
"There must be some story behind the punch you are talking about. Why is it a punch for my husband? Tell me." The little girl looked at Yang Fan with her beautiful eyes. She likes Yang Fan telling stories the most.
"Ahem, this story is a long one. According to legend, there was a girl named Yim Wing Chun. She received the teachings from a master, and combined with her own understanding, she created a set of boxing techniques called Wing Chun. She was betrothed to a man named Wing Chun when she was young. Huang's son, her husband was also a master of Nanquan, but he looked down on the boxing skills created by women, and the two often argued fiercely. Miss Yan was very angry. Later she married into the Huang family, and she decided to take revenge on her husband on their wedding night .”
When the little girl heard this, the fire of gossip was burning brightly. This story was to her liking. He quickly urged: "Later, when I came back, did she beat her husband in the bridal chamber on their wedding night?"
"Do you know what I did this morning?" Yang Fan started to lie again. What the little girl hated the most was the broken dog, and she wanted to beat him to vent her anger.
Patiently, he asked, "What have you been doing?"
"We went to tell stories to the prince," Yang Fan raised his orchid finger and said in a tone imitating the prince.
"Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard. What story are you going to tell?" Xiao Niangpi asked.
"It's the story I told you above. It's word for word." Yang Fan continued to speak while holding his voice.
"What about down there? How's it going down there?" The little girl stepped on Yang Fan's toes and asked with a threatening tone. If this lazy guy dared to touch her again, he would suffer a little.
"Yes, Eunuch Wang kept asking me this morning, where is it down there, where is it down below." Old Yang Fan said thoughtfully.
"Then how did you answer Eunuch Wang?" Xiao Niangpi blinked and continued to ask.
"I said, there's no more down there."
"The bottom is gone, are you trying to shake me?" The little girl's innocent big eyes looked at Yang Fan who was serious.
Seeing that she didn't understand, Yang Fan sighed, what a pure child.
"I mean the lower part," Yang Fan pointed downward, "Well, the lower part is gone."
The little girl understood instantly, her face turned red like a cooked prawn, and her slippers stepped hard on Yang Fan's toes.
"Ah!" The little girl was shy and couldn't help laughing. She covered her mouth and laughed silently for a long time, until tears came out. Then she stepped on Yang Fan's toes and spun around, cursing: "You're so dirty. You are such a bastard, you are teasing me in different ways all day long. I will trample you to death."
