Qi Dangxian felt that there was no one between him, Jiuheng, and young Abin who was leading the other, they were just partners who learned from each other and made progress.
Of course, if Huang Qingge were here, it wouldn't be because they were learning from each other, but because A Bin was leading him wrong.
Early the next morning, Jiuheng banged on the door of Qi Wenxian's room, telling him to get up quickly.
Qi Dangxian still wants to lie down for a while. My brother has become a master in martial arts. Can't he lie down occasionally?
He sighed, got up from the bed, and found that Yang Guanguan had disappeared a long time ago. He had probably gone to practice and then went to the company.
This made him couldn't help but sigh: "Everyone is working so hard! I am the only one who can't work hard..."
"I finally tried my best to sleep in, but I was interrupted by Jiuheng."
"I am a hard-working person, but there are still people who want to hinder me!"
He put on his clothes and came out, and saw Jiuheng and He Duolian waiting for him at the door.
"Come on, let me taste the indestructible fist of King Kong first!" Jiuheng looked excited. He hadn't been beaten violently for a long time and his heart was itching unbearably.
The traffickers treated him like a treasure one by one, serving him delicious food and drinks, for fear that his health would cause problems and delay the operation of the big boss Zhanji.
Under this pampering situation, Jiuheng could not help but have the heart to remember the bitterness and think about the sweetness.
Qi Dangxian could only follow Jiuheng and He Duolian to the garden. Because it was still early, there was almost no one here.
Jiu hummed and jumped to a stand three meters away. He caught his horse and made a roaring sound in his throat. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, one after another, and they were hard, almost like iron to the touch.
Sure enough, Master Jiu is a man who is as hard as iron, even though he is already in his fifties.
Seeing Jiuheng being so mean, Qi Dangxian could only helplessly shake his head and asked, "Are you ready?"
Jiuheng slowly exhaled, and the blood and qi circulated in his body. His skin gradually turned blue-black, and his muscles swelled, and he said: "Come on!"
Qi Dangxian walked up to him, spread his fingers together, and then touched the upper edge of Jiuheng's abdomen with his fingertips.
"Then I'll take action!" Qi said leisurely.
"Come on, come on!" Jiuheng said excitedly.
Qi Dangxian suddenly punched out with great force. He Duolian heard a bang, and then saw Jiuheng's feet rising from the ground, and his whole body flew out in a spiral shape for several meters, with a chirp.
He hit the garden wall and got hung up...
Jiuheng shook his body and fell directly from the wall. Then he dusted his shoulders with his hands and said lightly: "It's just that..."
"Wow! Ugh! Uh..."
"Oh, damn..."
His expression changed, and he knelt down directly on the ground, holding his hands in front of him, screaming in pain, and then the acid water spurted out in spurts.
"How was it? Do you like it?" Qi Dingxian asked with a smile.
"I like it so much...it makes me so happy...kimoji!" Jiuheng said intermittently.
"Fuck, I've never seen such a mean person!" Qi Dangxian couldn't stand it anymore, rushed forward, pinned Jiuheng to the ground and beat him violently again.
This beating was somewhat of a personal grudge. Who asked Jiu Heng to slander Archbishop Qi's reputation in front of those traffickers?
Jiuheng was beaten to the point where he collapsed to the ground, rolling his eyes, as if he was about to die.
He Duolian shouted: "Wow, Master, if you beat him like this, you are the only one who can teach me martial arts!"
Qi Dingping said casually: "Go to your master."
He Duolian reached out and took out a red envelope and said, "I gave you the red envelope!"
Qi Dangxian frowned, and said in Xiangshan dialect with some displeasure: "If you have money, then you have to show off?!"
He Duolian's left hand fumbled in her trouser pocket again, and took out a red envelope. She said with a smile: "Well, having money is such a blessing!"
Qi Bingxian glanced at the two red envelopes in He Duolian's hand with disdain, and remembered a certain public service advertisement he had seen before, and said slowly: "You are humiliating me!"
Then, he reached out and took the two red envelopes and said: "But I think this humiliation is just right."
After weighing the red envelopes, they found that they were generous enough, so Qi Dangxian began to seriously teach He Duolian to practice martial arts.
He has always been a strict master, and strict masters produce great disciples. Didn't you see that Yang Guanguan practiced Kung Fu to such a high level?
As for Huang Xi, well... who is Huang Xi? Does he have such an apprentice?
He was not willing to teach martial arts because of He Duolian's two red envelopes, but because he was seriously fulfilling his duties as a master. Archbishop Qi had always devoted himself to his job and made selfless contributions without asking for anything in return.
Jiuheng didn't get up until He Duolian was about to finish practicing. As soon as he jumped up, he shook his body, his bones made a crackling sound, and he roared: "It's cool! It's cool! It's cool!"
After roaring these times, he suddenly felt dizzy, fell backwards, and murmured: "This stamina... is a bit strong..."
After that, he fainted and died on the ground again.
"Is something going to happen to Master Jiuheng?" He Duolian couldn't help but asked with some fear.
"He is thick-skinned and fine." Qi Ding said calmly, "Okay, today's teaching is over, let's talk about it tomorrow."
He Duolian wanted to move Jiuheng in, but she found that Jiuheng's body was too heavy to move, so she had no choice but to go to the hotel and get a blanket to cover him. She was so filial.
Jiuheng finally slowly opened his eyes after a few hours. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that his whole body was weak, and several people wearing hoods appeared in front of him.
These people only had one pair of eyes exposed. When they saw Jiuheng waking up, they immediately stepped on him with their big feet. Some even kicked him in the crotch! This frightened Jiuheng and quickly retracted his Yang into his abdomen and stretched his body.
Got together.
It has to be said that these guys were really cruel in what they did. In addition, Jiuheng didn't recover. After a few minutes, he was trampled to death by the crowd again.
"Walk!"
After a few people got angry, they turned around and left, taking off their hoods, and it turned out to be the Resentful Ghost, Night Demon and others...
"Damn it, I finally got out of my bad breath. This stinky monk has been carrying out night raids in the prison all day long, making people panic!" the limb said cursingly.
"He has been in jail for so many days, and I haven't had a good night's sleep. I finally breathed a sigh of relief today!" Night Demon also shouted.
Greedy Wolf nodded and said: "Do you know what this beast did to me who had a broken leg? I will never forget the deep hurt he left on my young heart!"
The bearded man also said: "I am a dignified terrorist leader, but I was so frightened by a monk that I cowered in bed and pretended to be dead. I finally breathed a sigh of relief today, so cool!"
Everyone felt that their ideas were clear and they were in a good mood, and they all left happily.
Qi Dang was doing nothing here, waiting for a reply from Buren Palace, but was caught by Zhao Hongxiu and played Go in the room.