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Chapter 116 Mianmian Fist

"Dad, why doesn't that auntie take our money?!" Fang Nian, who was held in Li Ruoyu's arms, asked with his head tilted.

In her memory, buying things requires money.

"Because your father is a great hero and has saved many, many people." Li Ruoyu smiled lightly, saying this with a little pride in her heart.

"Who said I didn't give money!" Fang Jie shook his head: "How can I not give money for shopping!"

"But I didn't see my father giving money!" Fang Nian asked curiously, when he left, his father really didn't give money to that aunt!

"Your father, I secretly put it in that aunt's clothes!" Fang Jie pinched his daughter's face, "It's not easy for other people to do business, how can we take advantage of her."

"Oh, okay." Fang Nian nodded, turned his head to look, as if he had discovered something.

"Dad, look, they are punching!" Fang Nian pointed to an old man on a grassy field.

Hearing his daughter's cry, Fang Jie sighed helplessly: "That's called Taijiquan, not Mianmianquan."

"Soft, what's it called if it's not Mianmian fist?" Fang Nian looked at Fang Jie innocently.

"Senior Brother Xiang is still practicing Maomao Boxing!" Fang Nian wrinkled his nose and said.

"Little rascal, you're awesome, that's it!" Fang Jie scratched Fang Nian's wrinkled little nose.

"Hmph, big rascal!"

"Little bastard!"

Li Ruoyu looked helplessly at the bickering men, asking if they could be more mature...

"Mom, let me down." Fang Nian broke away from Li Ruoyu's arms and ran up to the old man who was practicing Tai Chi. The old man was wearing white training clothes. He had strong fists, a tall figure, and looked healthy. Very tough.

Fang Jie discovered that the elderly in this world are generally in good health, especially the elderly who practice martial arts. They are as healthy as middle-aged people at the age of 80 or [-].

"Slow down!" Li Ruoyu warned, gesturing to Fang Jie with his eyes.

Fang Jie understood what Li Ruoyu meant in a second, and followed directly behind his daughter.

"Grandpa, there's something wrong with your Mianmian fist!" Fang Nian said righteously, his small face full of seriousness, very serious.

"Um..." The old man suspected that his ears were deaf, and looked at the little girl running over: "This is Taijiquan, not Mianmianquan!"

"Whatever he is, anyway, grandpa, you made a typo." Fang Nian didn't care so much, but got to the point directly.

The old man chuckled a few times, looked at the porcelain doll-like little girl in front of him and said, "How do you know there is something wrong with my boxing technique?"

"Because I know how to do it!" Fang Nian proudly puffed up his small chest.

"Oh!" The old man looked at the little girl in front of him with interest: "You can also do Tai Chi?"

Fang Nian nodded vigorously: "I can punch Mianmian, and I can also punch Kitten!"

Looking at Fang Jie who was following closely behind Fang Nian, the old man smiled kindly, and Fang Jie smiled back.

"Then tell me, where did I make a mistake!" The old man waved his hand and said indifferently.

Fang Nian thought for a while: "That's...that's..."

After several times, but couldn't speak, Fang Nian turned around and looked at his father aggrievedly: "Dad, I can't speak."

"Then you can call the old man once!" Fang Jie comforted softly.

"Yes, I'll punch you once." Hearing what his father said, Fang Nian smiled instantly.

"Okay, let's fight!" The old man also liked the little girl in front of him, and looked at Fang Nian with interest.

"Hmm..." Fang Nian nodded.

"A...uh...a big watermelon." Fang Nian held Yuan in his hands and muttered.

"And then?" The old man looked at Fang Nian who was talking about the big watermelon with interest, which was quite novel.

"Oh... don't make noise... I almost forgot about it!" Fang Nian muttered like a little adult.

"Okay, okay, I'll watch, don't make any noise." The old man said with a smile.

"Half for you... half... half for him!" Fang Nian punched the so-called Mianmian punch in a decent manner, and the punch was quite good.

"Here...you don't want...he...he...he...he doesn't want it either!" Fang Nian hesitated and continued.

"Hahaha..." Hearing Fang Nian talking to himself, the old man couldn't help laughing, and looked at Fang Jie behind Fang Nian.

"Eh..." The old man looked more and more familiar.

"Where have I seen you?" the old man asked.

"Um? Is there one?" Fang Jie had no impression of the old man in front of him.

"Oh... that's right, you are the hero who reversed the Sichuan-Sichuan War." The old man seemed to have thought of something and patted his head.

"Look, the old man made a typo here!" Fang Nian saw that the old man didn't pay attention to himself, so he shouted loudly.

The old man turned his eyes directly to Fang Nian, and watched Fang Nian carefully after finishing a set of punches. It turned out that he was pushing his hands and needed to hug...

"Grandpa, do you understand?" Fang Nian asked breathlessly after finishing the punch.

"Well, grandpa understands." The old man nodded solemnly: "Thank you for your guidance, kid."

As he spoke, the old man gave a military salute.

"Ah! I will too!" Fang Nian smiled and raised his hand to his ear, imitating the old man's military salute.

"Haha, then, can you tell me why you do this punch?" the old man couldn't help asking curiously.

"My father taught me!" Fang Nian said proudly. Speaking of his father, Fang Nian looked at Fang Jie behind him.

"Your father?" The old man looked at Fang Nian, then at Fang Jie.

Then something seemed to come to mind: "Aren't you that Teacher Fang who teaches Tai Chi on the Internet?!"

That tone was quite shocking.

"It seems so...if there is no second person to teach Tai Chi..." Seeing the old man looking at him with unusual eyes, Fang Jie touched his head embarrassedly.

"Very good, very good." The old man nodded in satisfaction. He didn't expect that the two people he was looking for would be the same person, which saved a lot of effort.

……

"What's going on? I have so much money in my pocket?" The female boss looked at the signed painting in her hand happily. Just as she was about to put the pen into her pocket, she discovered that there was a lot of money in her bag. .

"It couldn't have been played by your idol, boss, right?" said the saleswoman Xiao Hong.

"Wait, I'll count." The female boss solemnly took out all the money in her pocket, and counted them one by one.

"Two thousand one, two thousand two... two thousand seven... what the hell, it's fifty more!" The female boss said angrily, "It seems that my idol let it go!"

"This is too contemptuous of people, isn't it just 2000 yuan!"

"Damn, what's wrong with idols, can idols look down on people?! Give me an extra fifty?!"

"No, I can't swallow this breath!"

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