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"Do you need to teach me how to eat?" Mr. Ma said unconvinced.

"Then eat it yourself!" Cree Yi remained silent.

"Okay, tell me, let's go downstairs today and I'll tell you the routine of Pi Gua Zhang!" Mr. Ma is not stupid either. Routines are very important to kung fu, especially since he is a serious member of the sect. What can he do? It is very clear what people should not see and what should not be seen by others.

"From now on, you have to drink a glass of milk every morning..."

Cree Yi directly told a recipe arranged by a fitness instructor.

"Most of these meals are bland, but they are enough for one person. In addition, our practice will consume even more money. So, do you have money?" Cree Yi said cheerfully.

"To make money, I'll find Alai and kill a few." The old man said calmly.

"Tch, it's not in good taste. No wonder you can only live here. If I teach you a little while practicing at home, someone will give the money to the business above." Cree Yi said proudly.

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Do you think my money came from the strong wind? Did you see that?" Cree Yi pointed to the greatly changed rooftop next to her. Although there were no walls on all sides, with the walls added, it became a small courtyard with a hanging garden. “It’s better for your body to smell these green plants and breathe pure oxygen every day.”

"I'm poor at studying, but I'm rich at martial arts. You must be kidding me. Practice hard, haha!" Crei Yi said proudly.

"Don't do that useless thing. Tell me how to make money quickly. Otherwise, it will be a waste of time every time you go out." Mr. Ma said dissatisfied. It was not that he didn't want to make money, but he felt that going out was a waste of time for practicing.

"How can you say this so easily? Don't worry. I'll help you pay for your meals in the following days. Who asked me to practice with you? Meimei. I'll write you a recipe later. Just follow it later. , and then I will give you a salary increase of 2 cents every day." Cree Yi wiped his pocket and said, "Well, this is the salary for the remaining five months, and this is the daily meal money."

"Well, Master Crepe, your previous 10 cents included meal expenses." Meili said softly.

"Nonsense, of course I know. Now I have to add a roasted chicken every day. But I can get the chicken breasts in advance and boil them in plain water for this old man. I will roast the rest. I don't need the claws or the chicken head. I can take it back myself." Eat." Creyi said and counted the money and handed it to Meili. "By the way, you can also get me a roasted goose or something, so you don't have to give him the goose."

"Hmph, have you finished eating? Come downstairs after eating! Little girl, get out of here and go downstairs. If you dare to come up, I'll dig out your eyes. He can't save you, do you hear me?" Mr. Ma was very unhappy. He didn't expect that. He actually lost to diligence.

"Tell the people below not to come up, otherwise I don't mind trying the sandbags to see how they feel." Cree Yi also said, he knew when to joke and when to be serious.

This is inheritance.

Although he despises the sneakiness of other kung fu, which only teaches by words and deeds, without cheats or video explanations, but when it is his turn, these things are not a problem, just learn it, and as for others, hum.

That’s double standards!

After Meili hurriedly ran down, an old man and a young man came to the house downstairs and started practicing the Pi Gua Zhang routine.

In the past, he was basically on the rooftop every day, but now, every day after lunch, the old man would take him to the house downstairs to correct his Pi Gua Zhang routine and power-generating techniques.

Of course, the old man has also returned to the four hours of sleep he used to have before, but now with the addition of Cree Yi's recipe, he is more energetic every day and no longer needs to meditate occasionally.

This kind of meditation needs to be done every day, or it is called meditation. In fact, it is false sleep, or light sleep.

The combination of Pi Gua Zhang, Pi Gua Palm and Baji.

Half a year is like learning mathematics one plus one, telling you the basic principles, and then as for the future path, it is up to each warrior to practice on his own.

Master Ma would not follow Cree Yi and teach him how to hit people. Instead, he would tell Cree Yi the power-generating techniques of all the moves, as well as the drills for the combination of Baji and Pi Gua Zhang.

Big move? A trick?

To be precise, when Cree Yi asked Master Ma emotionally, the Hui man only told him the protective fluid wiped on his hands and the proportion of sand in the sandbag. This was Master Ma's unique skill.

"Master Ma, thank you, I'll come see you when I get the chance!" Cree Yi saw that half a year had passed and today was the day to leave.

All routines and force-generating techniques of Baji Quan, Pi Gua Zhang, and the combination of the two were completed in one and a half years.

As for how to really practice this set of kung fu and deal with the enemy, it can only be accomplished by constantly competing with other sects and fighting with ordinary people.

"Go away! I need to have a good sleep!" Master Ma was very angry because it was the first time in so many years that he took the initiative to accept a disciple, but the other party looked down on him.

"Don't be so heartless. After all, we are also masters and apprentices. Master Ma, do you want to know how to make money sitting at home?" Cree Yi came up and whispered in a low voice.

"uh-huh."

"Tell me about it?" Master Ma really wants to make money, mainly by sitting at home and making money so that he can have more time to practice.

"And you can practice while having money delivered to your door!" Cree Yi said seductively.

"Don't talk nonsense. There is no profit in opening a gym to recruit disciples, and it is a waste of time." Master Ma is also a human being, he just likes to practice martial arts.

"Aren't you from Gansu? Ramen! Think about it, you have to hit sandbags every day anyway, why not hit dough? What kind of place is this? Is Kowloon Walled City good? What's the most popular? People, a bowl sells for 2 cents "Those people just come over and finish a bowl without feeling hungry. It saves money and doesn't affect your practice. Why don't you just come over and pound the dough every day and let the younger brothers do the rest?" Crei Yi felt full of evil in her heart. Interesting, why can Wulang Baguagu open a noodle shop, but I, Master Piguazhang, can't pound dough? Maybe the noodles combined with the two will be stronger.

"You lied to me!" Master Ma was furious. He didn't have the physique of Cree Yi, but there was no problem in giving this kid a good beating.

"Okay, okay, I'll write you a recipe. You can use this bath every day to ensure that you feel refreshed every day. I grew up taking medicinal baths when I was a child. Otherwise, why would I be in such good health?" Cree Yi decided not to tease this old man.

After Cree Yi wrote out the prescription, he told the old man how to mix the medicinal ingredients, and then he was done.

"This..." Mr. Ma is also a martial arts practitioner and he doesn't know about medicinal materials, but some of the medicinal materials above are still relatively expensive.

"It makes sense to be poor in studying and rich in martial arts. You are my registered master. I have given you ways to make money and ways to enhance your physical fitness. I respect you as a registered master. That's interesting!" Creyi said and stood up.

"What a registered master? How can there be a registered master when there are only registered disciples! He is indeed a scum of the martial arts world!" Mr. Ma threw the prescription into the brazier after reading it, waiting to be burned to ashes. It was blown away.

"Puff puff puff~" Cree Yi quickly stood up and fanned the ashes in front of him. This old man could just use a wooden stick to stir it up. He had to show off his skills.

"Huh? Old man, you kept it secret!" Creyi was stunned for a moment. He had never been taught this trick.

"Hmph, give me the money!" Master Ma suddenly stretched out his calloused palm in front of Cree Yi.

"You want money? Are you kidding me? My master said you treat money like dirt!" Cree Yi quickly covered his pocket.

"Learn or not!"

"study!"

"Give me money!"

"Why do you keep asking for money?"

"Open a noodle shop!"

Cree Yi glared, Hui Hui was indeed so treacherous! How shameless!

"How much!" Cree Yi curled her lips and went to her rooftop, dragged out her suitcase and dug out a wad of money.

"How do I know? Buy a shop that integrates sales and sales, and then have a place to live. I don't know the prices outside." Master Ma said very naturally.

"Um, you always want to live outside?" Creyi blinked.

The old man suddenly stood up and struck suddenly at the wall of the rooftop stairwell. After three moves, the old man threw a brick to Creyi.

Cree Yi was shocked as soon as she received it in her hand. Suddenly, the whole red brick shattered into small stones as big as a thumb.

"A tiger has to climb a mountain?" Crey Yi's eyes widened.

"Hmph, how about your master's move?" Mr. Ma said with a snort.

"Let's go buy a shop!" Cree Yi packs the suitcase decisively. Damn it, this old guy is pretty deep. He is too new. He originally thought that the ratio of protective fluid to sand was the secret of Pi Gua Zhang.

What can I say? What else can I say? The old man has already spoken. How can a registered disciple such as Chu Yi not do it? You may not be able to learn kung fu by spending money, but you definitely can’t learn kung fu without money.

"Master, are you leaving?" Meili suddenly asked nervously while looking at Creyi packing the box.

In the past six months, she could say that she had lived the easiest six months in this hell. No one in the entire area dared to tease her, not even those who flirted with her.

She clearly remembered that there was a man who stopped her from having sex with him, and ended up missing the cooking time. The next day, the guy knelt on a chair downstairs and slapped himself in the mouth until his face was bloody and bloody. It was over, and from then on she was like a plague, no one would bother her if she felt uncomfortable.

Moreover, her mother and sister also received preferential treatment. Her mother did not have to work in the flesh business to make money to support the family, and her sister was also freed from a life of fear. She usually delivered water and towels to the guests in the gambling shop downstairs.

And all this is because of one person. Mei Mei knows very well that she has received such preferential treatment because she served this man.