An Yi followed Feng Qingchen into the woodshed, "Don't take the child's words seriously..."
Feng Qingchen interrupted her and asked, "Didn't you teach me?"
An Yi was startled, his face thick with anger.
Feng Qingchen's lips curled up slightly, she picked up the big white bowl and drank a bowl of water. Then she looked at the bowl and said, "As a gift, I want a good tea set!"
"Huh?" An Yi frowned, "Shu Jin?"
"Do you want your son to learn martial arts in vain?" Feng Qingchen looked at her angrily, "With my martial arts skills, a good tea set isn't expensive, right?"
An Yi frowned, feeling that she was being plotted was not a good feeling, but thinking about how many times she had been involved in danger, she immediately changed to a flattering smile on her face, and poured a bowl of water for Feng Qingchen, "This is easy to explain. !”
Feng Qingchen narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at An Yi warily: "Agree so quickly? If you have anything to say, please tell me!"
"That's it. How about buying a small one and getting a big one for free? Uncle Thirteen, you are so talented in martial arts that you can only teach a little guy. How about I learn it together and help you pour tea and water by the way?" An Yi was so full of flattery that he almost stretched out his hand. I gave Feng Qingchen a slap on the back.
Feng Qingchen sneered: "Xiaodouzi's qualifications are better than yours!"
"..." An Yi hesitated.
Feng Qingchen paused: "I can teach you, but I have to double the amount of gold. Let's do this. From now on, I'll have a good cup of wine every day!"
Anyi paused, turned around and left.
Feng Qingchen quickly said: "How about one altar every two days?"
An Yi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, turned around and stretched out a finger: "There is only one jar of good wine in total!"
Feng Qingchen's face didn't look good. This was his first time compromising with someone. Who knew that this person would actually bite his nose in the face?
"If it doesn't work, forget it. In fact, I want to see a doctor and do Feng Shui. I'm also very busy. I'm afraid I won't have time to learn..." An Yi muttered in a low voice, turned around and left again.
At worst, she could learn it secretly, or if Xiaodouzi learned it, she would learn from Xiaodouzi and save a whole bottle of wine money!
"Deal!" Feng Qingchen's gritted teeth came from behind.
An Yi looked back and smiled: "I'm free today, so let's start from now, right?"
Feng Qingchen continued to grit his teeth: "You are not willing to lose money at all!"
An Yi chuckled.
A quarter of an hour later, in the backyard, An Yi held his old waist and begged for mercy: "No, I really can't, my waist is about to break!"
"Keep on riding the horse step. The horse step is the foundation for all martial arts practitioners. You can't be worse than a child, right?" Feng Qingchen, who was lying on the bamboo chair basking in the sun, pointed lazily at the little boy standing next to him who had a rock-steady horse step. beans.
An Yi cried sadly and straightened up her waist again with difficulty.
She is already in her twenties, and she can't think of learning martial arts. Isn't this suffering in vain? I'll prepare some poison someday and it will be easy to use.
"Well, I want to pee!" An Yi raised his hand.
"Go!" Feng Qingchen said calmly, "It's just that you have to start over when you come back. This horse's step not only pays attention to being steady, but also pays attention to dripping water and stone. If you stop halfway, you can only start counting the time again!"
An Yi couldn't help but pinch her legs, I can't bear it!
Xiaodouzi looked at the two grudges and laughed heartily: "It's really fun for dad and mom to be together!"
"Interesting? Xiaodouzi, you can't just practice martial arts, you also need to learn some culture. In a few days, I will find you a master to teach you how to write and use words to prevent you from talking nonsense!" An Yi glared at Xiaodouzi.
"Mom, will my new wife's handwriting be as good as my father's?"
"Um?"
"Does your new wife have the same photographic memory as your father?"
"..."
"Then I might as well let daddy teach me!"
Anyi wailed, her purse!
