The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei was fascinated for a moment, but did not answer Su Xiaosong's question.

Su Xiaosong was unhappy, and said to her sister: "I don't like your boyfriend very much! If you don't mind, can you change it?"

Su Tong glared at his younger brother, then stretched out his hand and squeezed him hard: "What are you thinking about at such a young age?"

She avoided the important and ignored it, neither admitting nor denying the title "boyfriend".

Many things are better not to say than to say.

"Hey, sister, it hurts! Seriously, what are so many people doing here?" Su Xiaosong jumped up and shouted.

"We're discussing how to make money!"

"Ah? Not practicing qigong? What's the fun in that? Forget it, I went home to do my homework. Where is the monthly holiday? It's obviously just another place to do homework! Reading a book is exhausting!" Su Xiaosong said He got up, left, and turned around again, "I almost forgot, Mom called you home to make dinner."

"Got it!" Su Tong waved.

After the show, Yang Fei and Su Tong returned to her house for dinner.

The Su family's parents treated Yang Fei more enthusiastically than ordinary villagers.

They also called Yang Fei Yang Daxia.

Su Xiaosong listened with disapproval on his face: "Mom, he is not a qigong master, what do you call him a hero?"

Yang Fei understood that the most useful thing was not words, but fists.

He stretched out his hand: "Have you practiced qigong? Let's try a trick."

"Just try, whoever is afraid!" Su Xiaosong was about the same age as Yang Fei, but he went to school a little later.

The two came to the main room and opened the frame.

Jiangzhou people are inherently martial, especially the rural men. They like to practice a few times when they have something to do. Dad Yang saw it, but he didn't speak. He moved a stool and watched while smoking.

Su Xiaosong made a few moves, and after a while, he slapped Yang Fei with a slap.

Yang Fei raised his left elbow and avoided Su Xiaosong's palm. At the same time, he stepped forward, stretched his left leg between his legs, and knocked his elbow out quickly, hitting the opponent's head with a right fist. Swipe from the abdomen and hit the opponent's stomach.

This trick is used in a series, and while blocking, attack the opponent in three rounds!

Not to mention a stupefied young man like Su Xiaosong, even an ordinary martial artist could not bear this trick.

Su Xiaosong was unsteady in the lower plate, punched in the stomach, his head was dizzy, his body fell backward, and with a thud, he fell hard.

Fortunately, the ground is soil, and it doesn't hurt much when it falls.

Yang Fei put his hand away and smiled lightly: "Is it still better?"

Su Xiaosong was so ashamed that he felt ashamed, thinking about Nima, you still say that you don't know martial arts?

The move just now, can't see clearly.

He lost!

It's just three simple words.

The decision to win or lose is only a matter of moments.

But what a tense moment, what an exciting moment!

How profound is the impact on the rivers and lakes at this moment!

What a shocking flash of that trick! How magnificent!

Su Xiaosong only hated that he didn't see what happened in that instant with his own eyes!

He didn't even have to see it with his own eyes, just thinking about it, his breathing couldn't help but stop!

Dad Su got up and patted the dust on his body: "Xiao Song, you lost! The qigong you practiced is useless!"

"Dad!" Su Xiaosong got up and said stubbornly, "How can Qigong be useless?"

"It's not that qigong is useless, it's that your practice is wrong." Dad Yang has a simple face, like hundreds of millions of peasants. Your master is here, and he is not Yang Daxia's opponent."

Yang Fei hurriedly said: "I don't dare to say that. Some masters really know some kung fu. They have practiced kung fu for decades, strength and acupuncture points.

Know how much. "

Dad Su said: "Those are useless. In the past, there was a teacher who came to our village. He was a man who went all the way and sold his hands. He told us that kung fu can be practiced, but don't fight. Fighting has only one purpose, then Even knocking down the opponent is useless, the most practical thing is Sanda."

Yang Fei took it seriously, because he had heard this from his grandfather and father.

Su Xiaosong said in frustration, "I won't practice qigong from now on! Brother-in-law, you teach me how to practice fighting!"

Yang Fei nailed it locally.

What?

Brother-in-law?

Where does this come from?

Komatsu, don't dare to joke like this!

Yang Fei's scalp was numb, he glanced at Dad Su, and wanted to tell him, I didn't do anything to your daughter, you must believe me, if you don't believe me, don't be rough, let alone use a knife!

Dad Su's reaction was unexpectedly calm, as if he hadn't heard it, he turned and went outside.

"Cough!" Yang Fei touched his chin, "Don't call me brother-in-law, I'm not your brother-in-law."

"I know!"

"You know how to shout?"

"You and my sister are just boyfriend and girlfriend! Sooner or later, it will be my brother-in-law!"

Yang Fei is absolutely down!

It really is getting darker and darker!

There is nothing to do at night in the countryside. The Su family has no TV, no radio, or even an electric fan.

The only electrical appliance, does a flashlight count?

After dinner, everyone sat outside to cool off.

There are always several gossip centers in the village. The biggest gossip center used to be at Tie Lianping's house, but now it has been moved to Su Tong's house because of Yang Fei's arrival.

People from all directions, old women, men and children, came one after another.

Together with his younger brother, Su Tong moved all the movable chairs in the house to the outside of the house, and asked respected elders to sit.

More people can only stand and chat.

The mountain wind is swaying, and the fan is not needed, and the whole body is cool.

In the fragrance of rice flowers, frogs and cicadas chirped, and children held up bamboo sticks and sticks to fight side by side.

Su Tong went in to take a bath.

Yang Fei was chatting outside, and suddenly heard Su Tong scream: "There is a thief!"

Su Xiaosong ran in quickly, shouting, "Brother-in-law, catch the thief!"

With a thought, Yang Fei ran to the back of her house, turned the corner, and saw a dark figure fleeing towards the pond.

He bent down quickly, grabbed a broken brick from the ground, and threw it at the shadow.

The sky is the last quarter moon, and the light is faint.

The fellow fled in a hurry, desperate to choose a path, walking on the Tianseng trail, and his feet were not fast.

The broken brick flew over and hit the shadow on the back.

The shadow body fell forward.

Yang Fei took two steps with three legs and chased after him.

At this time, from the small window behind, Su Tong's shout came: "Master Yang, be careful!"

Su Tong was taking a shower in the back room. Just after putting the water in, he glanced at the window subconsciously and found a black head!

She thought it was a thief, so she called out casually.

Su Xiaosong, Dad Su, Mom Su and others all ran in, and they were relieved when they saw that she was all right.

Hearing the movement outside, Su Tong leaned on the window and looked out, and saw the scene of Yang Fei chasing the thief.

Yang Fei rushed forward.

As soon as Hei Ying got up, Yang Fei grabbed him by the collar.

Yang Fei kicked the other side's knee.

Hei Ying's feet were soft, and he was still struggling. He was kicked on the back again, and he threw a dog and gnawed at the mud.