Xu Damao's Thirty-Six Stratagems in Siheyuan

"Sister Fang, I just heard you say that you were able to beat the little thief to a pulp. You must have some kung fu skills. I don't think you have any kung fu skills. You have a devilish figure, but you have explosive power. Oh, don't think I'm easy to fool."

Fang Xiaoru took a puff of cigarette, "Why, little brother, do you want to experience the feeling of being beaten? Haha, I am a master of internal martial arts. If I show my power, I can beat you to a pulp. Don't treat me as a sick cat, I am actually..."

"Sister Fang, no one compares themselves to a tigress. Your analogy is so inappropriate."

"Well... I think you really deserve a beating. Do you want to try?"

"I say, Smiley, what subject did you study? You come from a scholarly family, how can you inherit the title of martial arts champion?"

"Not really. Since you can tell me that you've read Moment in Peking, I can also tell you that my family does have a family tradition. My father was once a direct disciple of Master Du of the Natural School. He worshipped the hungry master in Kyoto and followed the master around. He returned to Kyoto before liberation and taught at Tsinghua University. We learned the internal martial arts."

"Oh? I happen to be a martial artist, too. Do you want us to help each other?"

"Yeah, I really didn't realize that you, Xu Damao, are a martial artist? What martial arts did you learn? You dare to fight with me, aren't you afraid that I will break your third leg?"

"That's not the case, Sister Fang. Although you inherited the art from my family, I have learned a little bit of it, so I won't be defeated by you. How about making a bet? If I lose, the painting scroll by Shen Zhou on the table will be yours. If you lose, you have to make me some tea every month. How about that?"

Fang Xiaoru really couldn't understand Xu Damao's motive. Was this obviously a gift to her? Why?

But she didn't think so. "Aren't you afraid that your baby will lose? I'm really an expert. I learned boxing when I was five years old, and I've been learning for twenty-five or twenty-six years. Otherwise, do you think I can divorce you? I really broke my ex-husband's third leg. Otherwise, do you think I will give up my son?"

After Xu Damao practiced Xingyi Bagua, he arrested two spies for the first time. After practicing Dingshi Bazhang, he often practiced with Zhang Lingyun. I don’t know if it was rebirth or time travel, anyway, it seems that he has some cheats. Now his skills are obviously higher than Zhang Lingyun. It is estimated that if Master Zhang Taihe fights, he will definitely not be able to do it. His internal strength has been practiced to perfection. According to what Zhang Lingyun said before, his temples are faintly bulging, and his skills can be released and retracted freely. It seems that he has broken through the level of dark strength.

Today, he heard that Fang Xiaoru was a master of the Natural Gate, so how could he miss the opportunity to learn from him?

"Sister Fang, a real man is a man of his word. Once he says something, it's ironclad and he won't go back on his word. How about going to the yard to lend a hand?"

Fang Xiaoru was also tempted, not for the painting, but to teach this ignorant boy a lesson.

He immediately threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the stove and said, "If I don't let you see the truth today, you really don't know how many eyes the Horse King has."

When masters fight, you can tell the difference as soon as they touch each other's hands. Fang Xiaoru now knew that Xu Damao was not bragging, so she readjusted her breathing and used the token style, the elegant bird style, the turning style, the long hand pushing palm, the twisting step, the flip hammer, the lifting and hitting, the slicing palm, the mountain tiger, the leaning and hitting, the cannon flash, the flat chest palm and so on. However, she did not gain any advantage over Xu Damao, but in the end, Xu Damao used the ball-holding palm to hug Fang Xiaoru tightly, and then he kissed Fang Xiaoru on the lips. Fang Xiaoru did not come back to her senses for a long time. When she came back to her senses, Xu Damao had already let her go. She was so embarrassed that her ears were hot and her cheeks were flushed. She could not help but get angry and slapped Xu Damao in the face, "You have no martial ethics, so I'm giving you a slap to teach you a lesson. Next time, I will cripple your third leg and I won't fight you anymore, hum!"

He returned to the house panting and looking unhappy.

Xu Damao chased her into the house and said, "Sister Fang, I am sorry for offending you just now, but I couldn't help it because of my feelings. Please forgive me."

In fact, Fang Xiaoru was no longer angry. She was even a little moved. How could Xu Damao be so bold, yet not deliberately frivolous? After several years of single life, she felt a little comfortable today. Not only did she have a barbecue, but she also talked about some literary works. She even had a big fight, and she lost and was kissed. It was like throwing a big stone into a calm lake, and ripples appeared everywhere. It was not the stone that moved, but the heart that moved.

Fang Xiaoru poured the tea, took a sip, then picked up the cigarette that Xu Damao had left and lit it, staring at Xu Damao.

Xu Damao's scalp tingled when he was stared at. He suddenly felt that he was moving too fast and felt a little frustrated.

Just as he was about to lower his head, Fang Xiaoru suddenly leaned over and kissed Xu Damao hard on the mouth, which completely stunned Xu Damao.

Xu Damao came to his senses immediately, and was overjoyed. He walked around the tea table, threw the cigarette butt in Fang Xiaoru's hand, pulled Fang Xiaoru up, and rushed into the boudoir on his back.

Turning around, the snow is flowing, and I climb onto the bed and embrace the beautiful girl. Mandarin ducks dance neck to neck, and the emerald cage is in love. The eyebrows are shyly gathered, and the lips are warm and melting. The air is clear and fragrant, and the skin is smooth and plump. I move my wrists weakly and lazily, and I love to bow. There are beads of sweat, and my hair is messy and green.

An apt description of the current situation in Fang Xiaoru's boudoir.

"Sister Fang, you don't regret it, do you? Although I, Xu Damao, don't say I will marry you now, maybe I will have the chance to marry you in the future."

"Hey, who said I'm going to marry you? Don't think too much about it. This is just a casual affair. By the way, Xu Damao, what kind of martial arts did you learn? It seems to be really powerful."

"Damn it, you actually brought up what happened in the yard while we were on the kang. Your thinking is too unconventional. What I learned is actually a killing skill, Xingyi Baguazhang. In fact, it's the same as your Ziranmen. When you practice it to the extreme, it's a killing skill. So you can't just do it lightly. Sometimes you can't control it and hurt people. Your skills are not bad either. You are really a master. I believe you now. Your ex-husband's third leg was broken by you."

"It's a bit exaggerated actually. I didn't kill him. After all, he and I have a son. How could I kill him? But he really didn't dare to be with me anymore. So when we divorced, he wanted the child and compensated me 2,000 yuan. So I used the money to exchange the tube-shaped building of my unit for this courtyard and live alone. I don't want those gossipy women in the tube-shaped building to ridicule me as a tigress every day. This is my life."

It's not bad to live comfortably alone. But don't you go visit your parents?"

"Yes, I go once a year around the New Year, but my parents still won't forgive my willfulness. It doesn't matter, my parents have my sister and my two younger brothers to take care of them, and their salary is not low. Without me, they can live a more relaxed life."

"Sister Fang, I really admire you now."

"Why do you admire me? I was bullied by you and teased by you. You still have the nerve to say you admire me. I don't care. If you do it to me again, I will get angry."

The two of us were in love, fighting fiercely in the tent, and in a moment, the soul disappeared. We rolled over and over, sweating, tears like pearls, and the pillow fell somewhere. The dark clouds were scattered and the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the tip of the tongue seemed cold. I hugged my darling with both hands, oh, it seems that I can't sleep, and my eyes are hazy. Darling, oh, one is dizzy and the other is panting. Darling, hey, brother, my waist hurts, and my little sister's mouth is sour.