Home is a warm harbor, and people are a wandering boat.

Chinese people have always been a nation that pays the most attention to their families and even their families. No matter how long they have been wandering outside, they always have to return to their roots.

The room is for the couple to live in, and the family is within the same family. When Yang Meng sneaked back to Shanghai quietly and saw Wang Yaqiao's new home placed for him and Ruoli near Jing'an Temple, he felt the warmth of having a home for the first time.

"These are all kinds of isolated books that Ya Qiao carefully collected for you. In order to fill your study first, there is a piano room for me next to it, and the bedroom opposite is a resting place..."

Yang Meng left for another two months. Although Ruoli's mouth was still the same as usual, his heart and face were obviously very happy. Even the room left for Qingyi across the west wing was cleaned up with all his heart, which made Yang Meng, who was already a little guilty, feel a little embarrassed.

If Li’s facial features are becoming more and more elegant, his expression still looks clear and leisurely. His long black hair is scattered around his waist. After being separated for a long time, he not only has no resentment, but he has become more and more arrogant as a woman…

Yang Meng didn't say anything, but just smiled and gently embraced her into her arms. The gentle sunlight poured on the two of them, unconsciously filled with the soft light of the white gauze on Ruoli's body. With the faint fragrance of her hair, Yang Meng looked at her new home like a stream in the water source, and suddenly felt that she had no regrets in her life.

In the late Qing Dynasty, buildings in Shanghai were influenced by foreign compradors and wealthy private businessmen, most of them liked to adopt Western styles. After being influenced by classical music, Ruoli fell in love with the countryside.

This new home was converted from a scholarly family's outer house. It is already ingenious. After careful management and transformation, Ruoli is now full of Suzhou-Hangzhou garden-style water town style.

From the outside, the entire house would not feel luxurious at all, but it would suddenly become clear after entering the gate. There were almost everything inside, including rockery, streams, pavilions, platforms, buildings, and pavilions. Of course, because the original owner was worried that the specifications of these facilities and even the size of the entire house would not be exaggerated.

Of course, even if this small garden-style house is brand new, it may be difficult to build without a 10,000 taels of silver. As for the high-quality products like the ones that are half sold and half given away, it costs 3,000 dragons.

Money is the source of all evil. But no matter what society or master it is, it will never work without it.

Yang Meng and Ruoli have almost used up their savings now, and the money they used to buy a house was still filial to Wang Yaqiao.

Gangs are everywhere in Shanghai. Although the Axe Gang, which is famous for foreign companies, does not make a living by selling opium or paying protection fees like other gangs, they have made huge profits in the private smuggling arms business. Of course, because most of the gangs were born with a miserable life today but not tomorrow, in Shanghai, when they mention the Axe Gang, many capitalists and even the compradors of foreign companies must be truly respectful.

What's more, Qingyi and Honglou support behind him.

"Ding Chunqiu has really made a splash in the Jingwu Sect these days. He has never seen him use more than ten punches, especially after he has defeated four or five famous martial artists who have kicked the club one after another. Now Chen Qimei has treated him very well..."

Seeing Yang Meng's face calm, Wang Yaqiao admired the master's eyes a little. After a casual trip, he found such a practical master.

"... I received news from the doghouse yesterday. Yagyu Qianbingliu seemed to be brewing some action. It was probably because of the expansion of Jingwu Sect, which was almost at his endurance. Especially in terms of the performance of the two "nails" in the academy, the day when Jingwu Sect opened in a few days..."

Yang Meng sat cross-legged on the ground casually, gently knocking on the dark stone bricks on the ground, smiling faintly on his face, without taking over Wang Yaqiao's words, "This is the 'gold bricks' produced by the Twenty-Eight Imperial Kiln in Suzhou. The thousand-year-old clay from deep mountains and clear waters was made with the palace secret recipe. Although the specifications are a little worse than the imperial gold bricks, it is also the soul of the earth that has been sublimated for millions of years. It can be said to be a lasting thing that will not collapse even after a thousand years..."

Looking at Wang Yaqiao and Qingyi's somewhat puzzled gaze, Yang Meng shook his head, "I no longer think about taking care of the matters of the Upper Court and the CIA. This time, I have gained a lot from Tibet. You are the two of you in charge. In a few days, I will go to talk to Brother Huang and let Qingyi take over the Upper Court. Yaqiao also has the position of the CIA..."

"Master, this is absolutely impossible..."

Yang Meng waved his hand and interrupted Wang Yaqiao's words. Then he took the opportunity to move his hands in the air like a mess. When Qingyi felt the air around him suddenly became heavy, he opened and closed his fists, making an "empty" sound in his nose.

This sound sounded simple, but it gave people the feeling of awakening the world, which made Wang Yaqiao and Qingyi tremble all over. Then they were surprised to find that a faint purple color appeared in Yang Meng's eyes, which looked like a legendary god and Buddha, making people feel like bowing their heads and worshiping, "What kind of kung fu is this?"

Yang Meng smiled, slowly retracted his hands back to his chest and fell down little by little, and said softly: "I walked alone for more than two months. Only when I was blowing the sun exposure wind on the Tibetan Plateau did I understand the so-called real principles and methods of daily practice. Now this boxing is still Tai Chi, but because I understand the principle that purple Qi comes from the east, I can truly have a trace of the charm of Wudang Tai Chi... Now it is the time to cultivate my mind and purify my kung fu, so how can I focus all my energy on earthly affairs..."

It's strange that while Yang Meng pressed his hands down gently, Qingyi and Wang Yaqiao felt that the air that had just surrounded him suddenly relaxed, and then they felt that their whole body was a little lazy and unwilling to move around.

"After practicing kung fu to the level of a master, I can be considered a true enlightenment and spiritual enlightenment. With such simple hands, I feel much more comfortable... Ya Qiao from the CIA has no choice but to do so. As for the nails I deliberately kept before, I find an opportunity to pull out two of them, so as not to get too much sand mixed in and will inevitably cause chaos in the future..."

Qingyi looked at Wang Yaqiao becoming more and more steady now, and couldn't help but nodded with a smile, "It's okay here in the upper courtyard. Except for the two people around Ruoli, who are still a little uncertain, they have already figured out the others. If they were not thinking about letting them pass some news, they would clean up together..."

"If you don't move these two around you for the time being, leave the Lao Li and Lao Zheng whom I brought back, and find a few orphans to send them here so that they won't let these two be too leisurely..."

Speaking of Zheng Tong and Uncle Li, Wang Yaqiao felt a little envious. Looking at Yang Meng with a smirk, he quickly made a joke while the iron was hot: "If the master is afraid that they will be idle, he will be sent to the bureau. Although the liberal arts and martial arts classes in the upper school have graduated for three years, there are still many shortcomings in what he has learned. I think that Lao Zheng's gunsmanship is suitable for martial arts classes. As for Uncle Li, the rush of his subordinates is really terrible. Just talking about the endless tricks of the martial arts classes is enough for the boys in the liberal arts class to study hard for a year..."

Yang Meng thought about it and nodded, "The four dark gates of Fengma Yanque can be passed down for thousands of years and have a constant incense. Their extraordinary features are still worth learning from by the CIA agents. It is just that learning skills is a good thing. The character of their guys should stay away from it..."

"Hehe, the master is too worried. The rush is scared by you. Besides, with Uncle Li's constraints, he is now hidden in Xiliu Street and is extremely peaceful. Besides, the bastards in our liberal arts class are not fuel-efficient lamps..."

"Okay, okay, I've been busy all day as soon as I come back. So are you two, and you don't know how to practice qigong well. I think even Qingyi's kung fu is a little stagnant..."

Hearing Ruoli's voice, Qingyi, who has now been officially taken as a concubine by Yang Meng, quickly turned around. But without waiting for her to come forward to help, Ruoli had already handed over the four bowls of rock sugar white pears in his hand with a smile. The white jade-like bone porcelain bowl looked broken, but it stuck to Ruoli's fingers and remained stable...

The study room in the morning was backlit, but right in front of the white door, Ruoli, wearing white gauze, twisted the bottom of the bowl of four bowls of pears with four fingers, looked like a Bodhisattva in Buddhist scriptures. Qingyi felt more and more ashamed, "My sister is too scheming, but she is not as comfortable as her sister. Now her skill in hand Tai Chi clinging to others has become less and less ignited..."

Ruoli smiled, and seemed to show off, but he was alerting the two of them with his actions. He threw the bone porcelain bowl on his fingers to the ground, allowing the ground bone porcelain bowl as thin as mulberry paper, to rotate continuously on the hard gold bricks as hard as iron, but there was still no drop of sugar water sprinkled out. "So what about the skill of Tai Chi Yunshou in this hand?"

Wang Yaqiao stood up and bowed in awe. Then he sat down and slowly tasted the stewed pears stewed on the slow fire. "The master's kung fu is different from the master. Yaqiao sometimes thought in his mind that this kind of kung fu that has reached the highest level of wonder is a pity that it cannot be truly popularized, otherwise the combat power of our upper courtyard will be..."

After hearing Wang Yaqiao's words, Yang Meng burst into laughter, "I can't learn this skill. I'll show you this skill. It's not just to show off. I hope that after you finish the matter at hand, you should maintain a diligent and diligent attitude towards martial arts. Otherwise, how can you control those guys coming and going in the future!"

Qingyi nodded, drank the pear and sugar water in the bowl in one mouthful, and smiled reluctantly with a hint of pain in her heart, "After arranging the matter in the yard, I will also close you at home. Anyway, the girl Qingzhou has become more and more mature recently, and I don't have to worry too much about many things..."

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

ps: The decoration was finally completed, but I was still tired all day. I owe my brothers three updates in March. I will remember them one by one. I will wait for the time to make up for it tomorrow and the next two days. Finally, I would like to thank my brothers for their monthly ticket support for the "Three Punches Killing the Cow" and for all my brothers' understanding and support! Please wait for the outbreak I am about to prepare!
Chapter completed!