The group of people returned to Yizhuang.

As soon as he entered the room, Uncle Jiu said: "Aqiang, I see you haven't practiced much these days. Qiusheng, you and Aqiang should practice some."

"Yes, Master!" Qiu Sheng nodded vigorously.

"Junior brother, come on." Qiu Sheng looked at Aqiang with a smile.

"Okay, senior brother, you have to be gentle." Aqiang swallowed and said.

"Don't worry, I will be very gentle." Qiu Sheng smiled, and then his face suddenly changed.

"Drink, watch the moves!"

Qiusheng shouted loudly and punched Aqiang directly on the chest.

The latter took a few steps back in succession. Before he could react, Qiu Sheng stepped forward and swept Aqiang's legs with him, and he was immediately swept to the ground by A Qiang.

It wasn't over yet, Qiu Sheng pounced away, leaned down and grabbed A Qiang's clothes.

Then he pulled it hard, lifted it up high, and then smashed it towards the ground on one side.

"Bang!" a muffled sound.

"Ah!" Aqiang screamed in pain.

Uncle Jiu didn't care at all about things outside the yard.

He had already come to the room, packed up and saluted.

Wang Xiaohei, sitting on the steps, watched the excitement with interest.

Wencai also took two bananas and sat next to Wang Xiaohei.

After peeling a banana for Wang Xiaohei, he continued to eat another one.

Soon, Uncle Jiu had packed up.

However, Uncle Jiu was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he called Wencai and asked him to move the tables and chairs out.

While drinking hot tea, I watched Aqiang and Qiu Sheng practice.

"Master, I can't do it anymore. I really can't do it anymore."

Aqiang, who was knocked down by Qiu Sheng again, said with a sad face.

"Qiusheng, continue, Aqiang's kung fu needs more practice." Uncle Jiu took a sip of tea and said calmly.

"Okay, Master." Qiu Sheng received the order and immediately stepped forward again.

"Junior brother, don't blame me." Qiu Sheng whispered, then pulled him up and continued to beat him.

…

Half an hour later, Uncle Jiu felt that it was almost done, so he called Qiu Sheng to stop.

"Huh, I can rest now, but I'm exhausted." Qiu Sheng ran into the room, took the teapot, and drank all the tea in one breath.

Aqiang's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He covered his face and limped toward the house.

Qiu Sheng still had some skills, and he fought for half an hour without being seriously injured.

They are all skin injuries, just one word, pain!

"Master, I was wrong." Aqiang came to the steps and whispered.

"Where did you go wrong?" Uncle Jiu said.

"I shouldn't have teased you with that fist." Aqiang said tremblingly.

"If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, you can do better. Go to the bar and apply some medicine." Uncle Jiu said.

"Thank you, Master." Aqiang was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly walked into the house.

But at this moment, Uncle Jiu said again: "From now on, I will practice with Qiu Sheng for half an hour every day. When I come back, if I find you guys are lazy, huh, huh, huh!"

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely spar with my junior brother every day." Qiu Sheng said, patting his chest.

"I understand, Master." Aqiang said with a sad face.

"Fellow Taoist, come out." Uncle Jiu suddenly shouted towards the yard again.

Several breaths passed without any movement.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want me to invite you?" Uncle Jiu asked again.

The next second, Mao Shanming was seen jumping in from outside the wall.

"That's friendly." Mao Shanming said with an embarrassed look.

"Fellow Taoist, although your experience has been quite rough, it's better not to engage in cheating, kidnapping, or raising imps," said Uncle Jiu.
Chapter completed!