"Wait?" Meng Fanchun took a step back, opened a distance and looked at him seriously and said, "You are so strange today."

"Why am I strange?" Lin Xiyan blinked and looked down at himself.

"This is not like you normally." Meng Fanchun looked at him and said, "You are so angry that you are inexplicably angry."

"Did I get angry wrong?" Lin Xiyan said with a cold face and said with confidence, "You are not only the eldest brother of others and her leader. If you let your own people suffer losses, you still have the right to do so."

Meng Fanchun was embarrassed and touched his nose embarrassedly. He suddenly raised his head and looked at him with sharp eyes and said, "No, no, big, it's wrong. Last time, because my Lingling's head was smashed, you didn't get so angry. This time Huahua was forced to take action, and the mother and daughter were safe, but you accused me of this and that's wrong."

This is not nonsense. Cheng Yunling is protected by you, so I was so stupid that I went to get involved.

And she really had a good time with relatives and distant relatives! It was hard for an orphan and widowed mother to live! Fortunately, she was safe, otherwise what would I do if I think you would do? Lin Xiyan complained in her heart.

Meng Fanchun's eyes were looking up and down at Lin Xiyan.

Lin Xiyan was stared at by him and raised her wrist with guilt, "Ah! It's almost time."

"Tell me clearly." Meng Fanchun said, pulling his arm.

"What did you say?" Lin Xiyan raised his eyes and looked at him.

"I for no reason for Huahua." Meng Fanchun looked at him with sharp eyes.

"I have been friends with Comrade Hua Banzhi these days, let alone she testified for me yesterday and made me clear of my innocence." Lin Xiyan said with a serious expression.

"What is innocence?" Meng Fanchun looked at him curiously and said.

"Nothing to tell." Lin Xiyan's eyes turned to Zhou Guangming and raised his voice, "Guangming, it's OK."

"I can hold on for a while, Teacher Lin." Zhou Guangming tilted his head slightly and looked at him.

"What should I stick to?" Lin Xiyan said as he walked towards him, "Scientific training methods are good for your body. The more you are, the better. It is the time when you grow up, you must know how to stop at the right time."

"Oh!" Zhou Guangming stood up obediently and said.

"Next, the teacher will tell you about the Nanquan we want to learn." Lin Xiyan looked at Zhou Guangming with gentle eyes and said slowly. "The basic characteristics of Nanquan are that they are tight, compact in movements, clever in techniques, and low in center of gravity. They reflect the characteristics of fighting with small to big, clumsy with cleverness, less with more to less, and fast to slow. The body shape in Fujian and Guangdong is relatively thin and has relatively weak strength. Therefore, they pay special attention to the stability of the lower plate, pay attention to the flexibility and change of steps, and there are many twisting and turning movements such as riding dragon steps, turning steps, and cover steps, so that the body can turn flexibly."

Lin Xiyan said while demonstrating the basic steps. This punch was powerful and powerful, interpreting power and beauty, and was fascinated by people.

"The upper limbs of Nanquan are dense and rapid, and very varied. Sometimes the lower limbs are not moved, and the fist can be hit several times in a row, striving to be fast and dense, and win quickly. When exerting force, Nanquan mostly shouts and exhales to urge and urge force to increase explosive power. Southern people have short limbs, so they pay attention to close to the body and use short punches to fully utilize the advantages of one inch short and one inch dangerous."

"I heard from you that Nanquan is not as majestic, simple and generous as Shaolinquan, but its strong aura and powerful momentum are naturally formed." Meng Fanchun came over and said thinking when he heard this.

"You know Shaolin Fist too." Lin Xiyan stood up and looked at him in surprise.

"See what you said, I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs run away!" Meng Fanchun said proudly at him, muttering in a low voice, "I think if I had practiced back then, there would be nothing else to do with you."

"What did you say?" Lin Xiyan blinked and looked at him.

"Nothing?" Meng Fanchun said quickly.

"Why is Teacher Lin's name Nanquan?" Zhou Guangming asked curiously with blinking his innocent eyes.

"This southern fist..." Lin Xiyan looked slowly and said, "One of the seven major fist styles has formed a unique southern feature in Lingnan and southern Fujian coastal areas, especially since the Qing Dynasty, it started with anti-Qing and restoring Ming Dynasty, and ended with chivalrous and righteousness."

When Meng Fanchun heard this, his eyes looked at Lin Xiyan with dimness. The Qing Dynasty that his adoptive father had hoped for was destroyed.

Then he shook his head again, "What's the point of being fucked?" No matter what, the emperor was sentenced to labor reform."

Meng Fanchun listened to Lin Xiyan's storytelling and introduced the history of the development of Southern Quan as if he were a storytelling. His language was vivid and humorous, and his voice was ups and downs, and he was told in a leisurely manner.

Zhou Guangming's eyes shone, and he was fascinated.

Meng Fanchun was very disliked. When he heard Lin Xiyan coming to the Qi family army, "I know this, Qi Jiguang is also a martial arts master. He led the Qi family army to participate in the war against Japan and fought in the three provinces of Zhejiang, Fujian and Guangdong. The Qi family army had fought in Fujian for many years. Qi Jiguang was from Penglai, Qi Lu, and his ancestors were officers for six generations. Qi Jiguang's martial arts should belong to the Northern Shaolin Group. In the martial arts training of the Qi army, all boxing and instrument routines were written by him personally, eliminating those flashy movements. The brilliant achievements of the Qi family army in victory in every battle will also have a considerable impact on the development of Fujian and Guangdong martial arts."

"Godfather, what you said is not as good as Teacher Lin said." Zhou Guangming pouted and refused to buy it.

Lin Xiyan, who was originally "intercepted by Meng Fanchun, heard Zhou Guangming's words and was instantly filled with joy and his lips slightly raised.

This time, Meng Fanchun was depressed and despised by his godson.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Xiyan asked deliberately as he looked at him.

"Will you not know?" Meng Fanchun stared at him and squeezed out five words from his teeth.

"Haha..." Lin Xiyan raised his chin slightly, rubbed his index finger against the tip of his nose, "There is no way, strength."

"Isn't it just storytelling? I'll learn it." Meng Fanchun looked at him and snorted.

Lin Xiyan looked at him in surprise, but he really didn't expect it.

"What are you doing so surprised?" Meng Fanchun looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "We are also in pain, and our godfather is not just a waste of time."

"You're doing a good job." Lin Xiyan suddenly said gently as he looked at him.

"You are so weird that you actually praise me." Meng Fanchun looked up and down at him and said suspiciously.

"What's wrong with praising you?" Lin Xiyan said with a funny look at him.

"This is not in line with your style." Meng Fanchun took a step back and looked at him and said, "You are not sick, are you?"

"You're just sick!" Lin Xiyan retorted directly, and said with a gentle look at Zhou Guangming, "Can I like Guangming too? Is it okay? I'm so well-behaved, sensible, hardworking, and never complains about being tired, who doesn't like it?"

"Haha..." Meng Fanchun suddenly laughed and said, "I regret it now! I asked you to take a disciple at that time but I didn't do it." He looked at him happily and said.
Chapter completed!