Chapter 274： origin

"Mother! Mother!" Yang Baoshu screamed and ran around the yard: "It really doesn't matter to me, they hit me!"

"Why did you hit you!" The middle-aged woman pointed at her with anger and pointed at him: "If you don't mess with people, they will hit you?"

Chu Li watched from Dayuan Jingzhi.

This middle-aged woman is petite and slender, and looks like a person.

Almost none of the women on this street had any looks, and she was so outstanding.

"I don't know Wow." Yang Baoshu said in an unjust tone: "I really didn't mess with them, they messed with me!"

"Nonsense!" The middle-aged woman was even more angry: "All day nonsense, why are they provoking you?"

"Look at me bullying?" Yang Baoshu said uncertainly.

"Nonsense!" The middle-aged woman was furious: "You are so tall and big, who thinks you are bullying?"

"Mother, your idea is not right." Yang Baoshu said busyly: "The body and the horse are useless. The guy who bullied me is short and thin and beats me like a play!"

"You have grown so big?" The middle-aged woman became increasingly angry: "If he bullies you, won't you hit him?"

"Hit, I can't!" Yang Baoshu said helplessly: "I can't do martial arts!"

"That's because you don't need to practice your heart!" The middle-aged woman snorted. "After practicing, practice, don't be lazy!"

"Mother, they are instructed by a famous teacher. I do n’t have a master. What can I do with a secret drill?" Yang Baoshu muttered, watching the middle-aged woman glaring up, busy and laughing, "Yes, I finished Practice at dinner. I'm a natural wizard. I don't need a master! "

The middle-aged woman said angrily: "Who makes your mother incapable, can't make money, and can't help you worship Master."

"Mother. It's okay, I practice very well myself." Yang Baoshu busy: "Although I was bullied by Hu Yu, I can bully others!"

"Miscellaneous things. Are you bullying others ?!" The middle-aged woman's face sank again.

Yang Baoshu waved his hands: "That's what I said, of course not!"

'Humph. eat! "The middle-aged woman turned into the house.

Yang Baoshu breathed a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his head, and finally passed this level!

Chu Li laughed and found it funny.

He has always ignored Yang Baoshu, fearing that it would cause him trouble.

This guy is rare and kind-hearted.

He brought the braised meat to the east yard.

Yang Su took it and cut it into pieces. Chu Li will go back, he has eaten in the restaurant.

"Slow!" Xiao Shi cried.

Chu Li looked at her.

Xiao Shi was sitting on an embroidered pier in the yard, holding a book, staring at him with a frown, his eyes flickered brightly.

"Chu Li, are you avoiding me?"

Chu Li hesitated: "No."

"I'm not stupid!" Xiao Shibai glanced at him softly, "Chu Li, am I a spirit beast? Are you afraid of this?"

Chu Li smiled.

"Why the hell?" Xiao Shi hummed.

Chu Li calmly said, "Miss is more attentive, nothing."

"Huh!" Xiao Shiming's eyes flowed, smiling with smile: "Chu Li. Did you like me?"

Chu Li waved his hands.

Xiao Shi laughed softly: "It looks right."

Chu Li smiled bitterly: "Miss, let me be honest, I am a bit worried that I can't control myself. I really like Miss."

"Where's the first beauty in the season, don't you like it?" Xiao Shi smiled deeper, bright like a pearl.

She knows her charm, but unfortunately she can't like others, but it's also fun to make fun of it.

"Non-divided thinking is the source of annoyance." Chu Li sighed: "Relax, Miss, I won't ask for trouble."

Xiao Shi said: "All men are like this, you are not exempt!"

Chu Li nodded gently.

Xiao Shi suddenly felt faint. Wave your hand: "You go."

Chu Li smiled, got up and left.

This Xiao Shi is really a man's disaster. Beautiful and unparalleled, gentle as water. The smile is even more hooky, and it is cold as a stone.

He wasn't afraid that he couldn't control himself when he liked Xiao Shi. When he saw her, he would think of Xiao Qi, his heart was tingling, and he would avoid meeting subconsciously.

——

In the evening, Hongxia was full.

Chu Li slowly waved his long sword in the courtyard, transforming the Seven Swords into the Seven Swords.

He has always been dissatisfied with the power of the Seventh Form of the Excalibur. He did not use the full power of the Seventh Form of the Excalibur, as if separated by a layer of paper.

He knows that this is because his martial arts culture is still shallow and lacks sufficient knowledge.

The process of tempering the seven styles of the Excalibur was also a process of integrating martial arts, which was of great benefit to him.

Yang Baoshu had eaten rice, practiced martial arts for a while, put a long ladder on the roof, climbed to the roof, and wanted to replace a broken roof tile.

Suddenly he saw Chu Li waving a sword in the courtyard, he laughed suddenly and waved his hand to say hello.

He knew that his neighbor was a weirdo and didn't talk much about him, but he still had to say hello, or he was uncomfortable.

Chu Li nodded his head, and then slowly waved his sword.

The move is simple. The key is the fit of the mind and the move. It needs to be perfect to achieve its full potential.

His movements couldn't fully match his mind, and he slowly gestured, trying to find that faint feeling.

Outsiders looked, he was making random gestures, not practicing swords and playing swords.

Chu Li wasn't afraid of Yang Baoshu's sight and focused on finding that dim feeling.

Yang Baoshu stood on the roof, holding the tile in his hand, absent-minded, and looked away from time to time, curious.

"Ouch!" He cried suddenly, rolling off the roof.

"Bang" fell to Chu Li yard.

Chu Li turned to look at him.

Yang Baoshu stood up and turned up, not taking photos of the soil, scratching his head, embarrassed grinning: "Sorry, sorry, disturb Mr. Sword Practice!"

Chu Li returned the sword to the sheath: "Not hurt?"

Since he fell into his own yard, he wanted to say hello if he didn't want it to happen.

"It doesn't matter!" Yang Baoshu said busyly: "I have thick skin and flesh, it doesn't matter if I fall!"

"I can see it." Chu left.

He saw that Yang Baoshu came back with injuries every day and was beaten. He had eaten every night and was practicing with a secret sauce.

In his opinion, it was no different from playing with a child, and he couldn't practice it for a lifetime.

Yang Baoshu looked at his sword and laughed, "Mr. is a master of martial arts?"

Chu Li waved.

"It's a good sword!" Yang Baoshu stared at the dark green scabbard ~ www.novelhall.com ~ and was amazed: "Good sword!"

Chu Li laughed.

He saw Yang Baoshu's thoughts in his heart.

People also blame the sword, it is basically a wooden sword, gray, the sword is also a fancy style, there is no soft sword, let alone kill, even a chicken can not kill!

Fortunately, this weirdo didn't feel embarrassed to admit that he was a master of martial arts, and didn't say much.

Chu Li put his sword on the stone table: "Pour a cup of tea for you."

He got up and went into the room, brewed a cup of tea and came out.

Yang Baoshu smiled embarrassedly and took the tea with his hands.

Sure enough, he was a scholar. Although he was arrogant and indifferent, he didn't care much about him. When he arrived at his house, he was well-mannered.

"This ..." Yang Baoshu said embarrassedly, "Sir, can I see the sword?" (To be continued.)