Chapter 3 Yan Qing Fist

Chapter 3 Yan Qing Fist

Xie Que sneaked out of the courtyard and swam in the stream in front of the door for quite some time.

Although "Tidemaker" is only a white entry, Xie Que feels like a fish in water.

Even if he holds his breath and dives into the water, he can't breathe for a quarter of an hour.

It was getting slightly brighter, so Xie Que got up energetically.

He began to exercise, running and jumping in the yard.

Whether it was his adoptive father's weirdness or the unrest of the world, Xie Que felt a deep sense of crisis.

But Xie Que also knows that only by working hard to strengthen yourself can you have the resources to survive.

Dashun walked out of the room and made gestures to Xie Que.

After many years of getting along, Xie Que can also understand Dashun’s sign language.

Xie Queneng learned from this that Dashun had to go out for something today, so he could just leave the body to Er Meng to take care of it.

After Dashun left the house, Xie Que also took out a few coins from under his pillow and ran a few kilometers on foot to outside Jinmen City.

There are several teahouses here, and they also sell breakfast to the villagers who go to the city to go to the market.

Xie Que bought a few sesame cakes, a bowl of noodles and tea, and finally a bowl of tofu, and then he burped.

When I got home, Ermeng had already arrived.

He gave Xie Que a silly smile and said hello.

Xie Que also nodded, then covered his nose and left.

The body was in such a state of decay that the human form was almost invisible.

But Dashun got a potion from somewhere that had strange effects.

Just slap it on the whole body of the corpse and it can be restored to its original shape within an hour.

But this is a job that ordinary people can’t do.

This requires full body contact with the corpse, which makes Xie Que, who prides himself on being brave, feel a chill.

After Er Meng finished his work and moved the body to the morgue, Xie Que gave him a few copper coins as today's wages.

Seeing Er Meng's leaving figure, Xie Que always felt that he was walking a little strangely, as if his shoes didn't fit his feet.

But Xie Que didn't think much about it and just assumed that Er Meng was wearing his brother's shoes. After all, this wasn't the first time that he had worn the wrong shoes.

After exercising for a while again and swimming a few times, Xie Que began to feel lack of physical strength.

The effect of washing the tendons and cutting the marrow has fully taken effect, and Xie Que can feel that his body is stronger than ever before.

Xie Que suddenly remembered that there was a book on the legs of the dining table, which seemed to be a boxing manual.

Because the ground was a little uneven, the dining table was a little shaky and unstable, so Dashun randomly took a book and put it under it.

He remembered that his predecessor had turned over it curiously, but because he was not interested at the time, he let it continue to serve as a table footrest.

Xie Que walked into the hall and took it out from under the table.

This is a book with slightly yellowed seams.

Corpse fishermen are considered a high-status profession in nearby fishing villages.

Xie Que attended a free private school in Zhuangzi next door for several years, and he could still read.

I saw three big characters "Yan Qing Quan" written crookedly on it.

Xie Que couldn't help but be overjoyed, just in time to make the purple entry of "Fist never leave his hand" come into play.

Browse through it roughly, the content above is detailed and complete, and each practice method is given corresponding hand-drawn pictures.

Xie Que immediately started practicing accordingly.

What is mentioned on the first page above is "vertical kick", and Xie Que understood it as a pile of skills.

This boxing technique attaches great importance to the kicking skills, and you need to stand and kick for a long time before you can get started.

At noon, Xie Que ate some steamed buns in the kitchen and had lunch.

However, it lacked the meaty taste, which made Xie Que still feel a little empty after exercising strenuously.

Thinking that he only had a few copper coins left in his small treasury, Xie Que walked more than three miles upstream of the Wuding River.

There were several fishing boats parked by the river at this time.

"Brother Xie." The fishermen who knew Xie Que also greeted him enthusiastically.

These fishermen rely on Dashun to get rid of evil spirits in the water, and Dashun also relies on these fishermen to make a living.

Dashun is not like other corpse hunters, who sometimes take advantage of the situation and demand exorbitant prices.

This also led to the fishermen having a very good impression of the Dashun family.

Seeing Er Meng's father greeting him, Xie Que got on the boat directly.

At this time, the sun is blazing, the water temperature on the river is higher than in the morning and evening, and the fish are hiding in the depths at this time.

The fishermen also took the opportunity to rest and cast their nets again in the evening.

Xie Que looked closely and saw that the earthen casserole in the boat canopy was covered with a lid, but the fragrance was still coming out.

Ermeng's father opened the lid, and inside were golden fish roe and fatty fish maw.

These are all offal, which is the fish's internal organs.

When fish is usually sold, many customers in the city don't want the offal.

Because the fishy smell is too strong, it is cheap for these fishermen who work on the water.

Just some turbid rice wine and the fishermen's unique cooking methods can turn these fishy fishy fish into a delicious dish.

After the soup boiled, Ermeng's father cut another large piece of white tender tofu and placed it in it.

The milky white soup continued to smell strong, and Xie Que swallowed a sip of saliva.

When it was ripe, Ermeng's father took out a gourd of homemade glutinous rice wine and poured it for Xie Que.

Several people drank the fish mixed with wine and began to feast.

After eating and drinking enough, Xie Que stood up and shook his somewhat groggy head.

Several fishermen on the boat had already fallen asleep drunk. Xie Que felt his stomach, burped, and went straight back home.

Dashun had returned at this time. He glanced at Xie Que and seemed to smell the smell of alcohol, but he didn't say much.

After all, there is nothing to eat at home, so if you go to have dinner with those fishermen, you will definitely have to drink some wine.

Xie Que took a scoop of water from the vat and drank it, shaking his head with some confusion.

Dashun was finishing picking up the water and was about to pour it into the vat. When he saw Xie Que coming back, he looked at him.

Dashun lowered his gaze slightly and raised his hand to point at Xie Que's waist.

Xie Que came to his senses, took out the "Yan Qing Fist" from his waist, and handed it to his adoptive father.

Dashun waved his hand and made another gesture, telling Xie Que to move his feet.

Xie nodded, then spread his legs slightly and started to stand.

He could feel that he seemed to be much more familiar with this skill than he had practiced in the morning.

But the next moment, a tearing pain came from the calf muscles, and Xie Que immediately fell to the ground.

Dashun didn't know when he stood next to him and kicked him in the calf.

Are you standing in the wrong position? Xie Que stood up, understanding in his heart.

Then Dashun's dry, bark-like hand stretched out and touched Xie Que's waist.

His lips moved slightly, and even though Xie Que didn't understand lip language, he could still tell that what Dashun said was the word "strength".

With guidance, Xie Que quickly found the skills of Yan Qingquan's pile skills, and the heels of his feet began to rise and fall.

Xie Que's body is not that old, only fifteen years old, and his muscles and bones have not yet been formed.

His body is quite flexible, and he can perform some slightly difficult movements after practicing a few times.

With the help of the purple entry, he got started very quickly, and Dashun nodded in approval.

After his calves became a little sore, Xie Que ended the practice of Zhuang Kung Fu.

Dashun had already prepared dinner, which consisted of four dishes and one soup. It was extremely sumptuous.

Xie Que shook off his sore arm, sat down at the dining table, and found a somewhat worn pamphlet in front of him.

Xie Que took a rough look through it, and found that it contained some training experiences of Yan Qing Quan, and more optimizations had been made to the original technique.

He nodded in understanding and glanced at his adoptive father gratefully.