"The diamond fist is shaped like waves in the water, attracting the kidney water to relieve the heart fire."
Lu Fan slid on his toes, and his fists moved rapidly, making bursts of sound that broke through the air, "The gentle breeze blows the moon in the sky, and I watch the Weaver Girl passing the jade shuttle."
"The collapse of a fist is like an arrow leaving the bow, and the news depends on the kick of the hind foot." The wind of the fist is like thunder, and in the end, the fist can no longer be seen, only a shadow. "Sit on the top with the top as a rock, concentrate on adjusting the breath and hold the Dantian
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Jingle Bell……
Lu Fan cupped his fists on his Dantian and wiped the sweat on his head with a towel. Due to the area restrictions of the old house, this was the first time he practiced this set of five-shaped boxing since he came to Nandu. He had only been practicing for half an hour and his head was already sweating.
Well, this was something I didn’t dare to think about before.
When I picked up the phone, an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.
"Who?" Lu Fan answered the call and asked.
"Haha, Mr. Lu is so elegant. I got up so early and I'm still worried about disturbing Mr. Lu's morning dream." A burst of hearty laughter came from the phone. It was only around six o'clock in the morning, and most people were still being silly.
Although he was about to go to bed, Lu Fan had already been up for more than half an hour, performing several sets of five-shaped punches.
"Master Qing?" Lu Fan was stunned when he heard this voice.
"Mr. Lu is polite. I can bear it when outsiders call me Qingye to save face. But as Mr. Lu's grandson, if you don't mind, you can call me Qingge. You don't have to be so outspoken." Yan Qing laughed.
"Is something wrong?" Lu Fan didn't want to get entangled with him on this topic, so he got straight to the point.
Yan Qing did not shy away and asked directly: "I heard that you are looking for Zhao Biao? He provoked you at Clarion KTV. Is this the case?"
"Well, what's wrong?" Lu Fan asked. It was not surprising that Yan Qing had heard about the big incident at Clarion KTV that night.
"I'm just reminding Brother Lu that Zhao Biao cannot be easily provoked," Yan Qing said.
"Why?" Lu Fan was curious. Yan Qing was considered a well-known figure in Southern Province. In his eyes, people like Zhao Biao should not be able to take the stage.
"Haha, brother Lu, if you have time, come to my teahouse. There are some things that are not convenient to say on the phone." Yan Qing said with a smile.
"When?" Lu Fan glanced at Tang Huanxi who was watering the flowers under the balcony.
"We are always waiting for you."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Fan changed his clothes and went out.
Tang Huanxi was standing in the garden, with her back to Lu Fan, bending down to water the flowers with a showerhead. She had a curvaceous figure, and the lines of her back were straight and perfect. Looking from the side, she looked very tall and heavy under her shirt.
The majesty makes one's nostrils heat up.
Wearing an exquisite black uniform skirt, it concealed some of the glamor brought by her explosive figure, but it also added a lot of intellectual beauty to her.
"Do you still have to work on the weekend?" Lu Fan asked curiously.
"Well, I have to work overtime for a while today, so I might not be back until tonight."
Tang Huanxi stood up, turned around and asked, "You want to go out too?"