Chapter 107 It’s good to have a wife! Fang Xingtong is here as a guest

Author: Mu Zixin

Chapter 107 It’s good to have a wife! Fang Xingtong is here as a guest

late at night.

Li Zhongwu was sitting at the desk in his study, recalling and recording a story outline from the original time and space as usual.

And the outline of the story he wrote tonight is "The Prodigal Son".

This is a Kung Fu movie that shocked the film industry as soon as it came out.

The main reason is that this movie shows Wing Chun vividly, and many people think that this movie teaches people to fight.

Anyone who is interested can definitely learn Wing Chun based on this movie.

There is also a boxing technique that also shows amazing style in this movie-White Eyebrow Boxing.

However, although White Eyebrow Boxing is also very effective in this movie, it is not like Wing Chun, which shows various training methods and fighting formulas in the movie.

Li Zhongwu introduced Wing Chun to his disciple Yan Zhenxin tonight, and a lot of memories related to this movie were evoked. Therefore, after Yan Zhenxin said goodbye and left, Li Zhongwu walked into the study room and suddenly wanted to write down the outline of "The Prodigal Son".

What he actually wanted to do more was to make this movie.

He believes that if he could restore this movie in this era, he would be able to amaze everyone with his skills and open the eyes of people of this era.

but……

He knew he couldn't restore the film.

Because he only got Wing Chun from this movie, but not the White Eyebrow Fist used by the villain master.

With Wing Chun and without White Eyebrow, it is destined to be impossible to restore the original flavor of this movie.

Of course, if he really wanted to make this movie, he could have used other kung fu techniques instead of White Eyebrow Fist.

But then, the fighting scenes in this movie would completely change.

The key point is - it is impossible for him to train an ancient martial arts master in a short period of time.

No actor of this era can master any kind of Kung Fu of his era, at least he has not found such an actor yet.

"Ding dong"

The cell phone he placed next to him suddenly rang.

Li Zhongwu frowned, stopped the pencil in his hand, took his cell phone, and found that the message was from Fang Xingtong.

--"Are you asleep?"

Li Zhongwu waited in silence for a few seconds before replying: "Is something wrong?"

He had no interest in her at first and felt that she was not suitable to be his woman. Also, as she was the daughter of the deputy city lord, he did not want to get involved with her to avoid causing trouble in his life.

but……

The last time he was a guest at her Dingxiang Courtyard, he saw her cooking with his own eyes and tasted the taste of her dishes. He changed his mind a lot about her.

Because of her good cooking skills, he thought he could be friends with her and observe her for a while.

Of course, this was because she had proposed to him in a text message before.

If he hadn't known that she wanted to marry him, no matter how good her cooking skills were, he wouldn't have considered her.

Because of her status as the deputy city lord's daughter, she was a problem in his heart.

Maybe some men like to find partners with good family backgrounds.

But he, Li Zhongwu, wanted to stay away from the daughter of a powerful and wealthy man.

"How is your recovery going? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Fang Xingtong sent another message.

Li Zhongwu: "It's okay, thank you for your concern."

Fang Xingtong: "That's good. By the way, I heard that you bought a house in Causeway Bay. Can I come and take a look tomorrow?"

Is she so well-informed?

Li Zhongwu was a little surprised, but considering her identity, it would be easy for her to find out about him.

Therefore, it was not surprising that she found out about his buying a house in Causeway Bay so quickly.

"Can."

Li Zhongwu did not refuse.

Since he decided to consider being with her, which would deepen his understanding of her, he would naturally not refuse.

Fang Xingtong: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

Li Zhongwu: "See you tomorrow."

The text message communication between them ended. Li Zhongwu put down his cell phone and picked up the pencil to continue writing the outline of "The Prodigal Son".

…

Early next morning.

Porridge was being cooked in the kitchen, and the aroma of white rice porridge floated out. In the yard, Li Zhongwu faced the east, striding forward, holding his hands as if holding an invisible big ball. His whole body was full of energy, and his clothes were slowly moving.

Surging, if you look carefully, you can vaguely see a misty ball of energy between his clasped hands.

Cultivation of internal strength has always been a matter of hard work.

It requires persistence over time.

He could no longer redeem his skills from the Lord God Space. If he wanted to improve his skills, he could only persist in practicing every day.

When practicing qi, it seems very boring to remain motionless.

But he felt quite comfortable.

When the energy travels throughout the body, not only does the whole body feel comfortable, but the mind is also exceptionally clear. There is no thought or thought in the heart. The whole person is like the white clouds in the sky, leisurely and at ease, or like the water in the stream, flowing away at will.

Just like an old saying: The heart is like white clouds, always at ease, and the mind is like flowing water, letting things go.

Suddenly, the courtyard door was knocked twice.

Then, he took two more shots.

Then, from outside the courtyard gate, Shen Lei, the big stupid man next door, shouted in a rough voice: "Is there anyone there? Is there anyone there?"

Li Zhongwu turned a deaf ear and continued to practice Qi with a calm expression.

The stupid guy outside the courtyard door banged on the door again.

"Brother Li! Can you open the door? I saw you, you are at home! Come and open the door for me! My sister asked me to give you ten catties of rice cakes, please come and open the door!"

Did he see me? The courtyard wall is so high, how could he see me?

The calm expression on Li Zhongwu's face, who was practicing Qi, finally faded away, and he frowned slightly. He slowly stood up straight, raised his palms slowly, and then slowly pressed them down, slowly returning the internal Qi wandering throughout his body back to his Dantian.

At the entrance of the courtyard, the stupid Shen Lei shouted again.

"Hey! Brother Li, what are you doing? You move so slowly, can you open the door faster? I have to go to the vegetable market to sell rice cakes! Why are you moving slower than the grandma next door! Are you not in good health?

Isn't it good? Let me tell you, if your health is not good, you should see a doctor as soon as possible, otherwise, it will get worse and worse."

Li Zhongwu, who finally absorbed all the zhenqi surging throughout his body into his Dantian, resisted the urge to roll his eyes and turned to look towards the courtyard door.

But he saw that stupid big man Shen Lei, who was holding his hands on the top of the courtyard wall, looking at him with a pair of bull's eyes, confused.

Seeing Shen Lei's big eyes, Li Zhongwu had only one feeling: not all big eyes are beautiful.

"I don't want your stuff, just sell it for money!"

Li Zhongwu finally responded.

Li Zhongwu was a little unhappy because his Qi training was interrupted.

But he also knew that this stupid guy's brain was different from ordinary people, so there was no need to get angry with this stupid guy.

"You don't want it? Why? My sister asked me to give you ten pounds of rice cakes. She said that we are neighbors and we should have a good relationship with you. If you don't want my rice cakes, do you not want to have a good relationship with me?"

Shen Lei frowned and asked doubtfully.

Li Zhongwu: "..."

Li Zhongwu suddenly felt that maybe it would be easier to just accept his rice cake, otherwise he wouldn't know how long he would have to deal with this stupid guy.

"Okay! Just wait a moment."

Li Zhongwu, who changed his mind, walked over and opened the courtyard door.

Shen Lei jumped off the tricycle under the wall, happily picked up a bag of white rice cakes from the car, and handed it to Li Zhongwu.

"Stone rice cake, a good rice cake that will never stick to your teeth, here you go!"

Is this an advertising slogan?

Stone rice cake?
To be continued...