My golden finger is open

At this time, Wei Ziwu looked at his new master, tilted his head, blinked his big black eyes, and asked Shen Qingyu, "Master, is your kung fu better than my brother's?"

In his heart, his eldest brother is the most powerful. His military force is strong enough to suppress the children of the entire compound from a small town, and he is also one of the best in the army.

Even though he seems to be laughing all day long, he respects his eldest brother from the bottom of his heart, even his father has to be put behind him.

Shen Qingyu looked at his new apprentice with clear stupidity in his eyes, and his lack of confidence in himself as a master was almost overflowing.

"How about a fight?" Shen Qingyu looked at Wei Chen with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Wei Chen looked at the two people in front of him. The woman looked like she was enjoying a good show, and his stupid brother was looking at him expectantly.

Why are you looking at him? Are you looking at him getting beaten? Wei Chen was hesitant. He wanted his brother to realize the strength of women, but he didn't want to embarrass himself.

Shen Qingyu raised her eyebrows towards Wei Chen, "Speak?" Hey, you know what, ever since they met, she has always seen this man with a cold face. Now, she really feels proud.

Wei Chen had no choice but to fight for the sake of his man's reputation.

The two men walked out of the house and came to the yard. Wei Ziwu, who followed behind, had excitement in his eyes as he looked at his eldest brother.

No matter how you look at it, it seems a bit forced. This shouldn't be the case. With Big Brother's martial arts, he is afraid of losing. Is he being gentle with women?

Thinking of this, Wei Ziwu chuckled and glanced at Wei Chen, as if he had discovered a new continent. So you are this kind of brother.

This gave Wei Chen a headache. His younger brother was doing something stupid again. Who was he doing this for?

The tall figure of the man stood in the yard, with a cold and hard aura and determination in his eyes.

As the man spread his legs and got into position, Shen Qingyu's eyes flashed with admiration. He was a very charming man.

Exuding hormones anytime and anywhere.

Seeing the wariness in the man's eyes, Shen Qingyu said softly, "Here I come." Then she stepped forward and threw a punch. Wei Chen raised his arms to block, and the tender white fist hit his arm, causing a slight numbness.

Wei Chen took the punch head-on and took seven or eight steps back before he could steady himself.

A trace of melancholy flashed across his eyes. The gap between him and the woman was so huge that he felt powerless to resist.

Wei Ziwu, who was standing next to him, never thought that his elder brother would be the first to lose. Before the two of them fought, he was still thinking, if his master lost, how would he comfort her later.

Unexpectedly, the fact turned out to be like this. Wei Ziwu was excited at this moment. His master was so powerful and he was the master's disciple. Once he had learned a lot of skills, wouldn't he definitely surpass his elder brother in the future?

How can we not be happy? After years of oppression, we can finally fight back.

When Wei Ziwu thought of this, he straightened up a lot, and looked at his brother with a hint of ill intent.

Fortunately, Wei Chen's attention was not on him at the moment, otherwise Wei Ziwu would have been beaten up again.

Shen Qingyu was very satisfied with the effect of her punch. She used the military boxing taught to her by Shen Yuan.

Every punch he swung carried a hint of energy. This set of boxing techniques was originally suitable for men, because Shen Qingyu was much stronger than men.

Therefore, the punch she threw was powerful and strong, and only Shen Qingyu could punch with such power.

This was the result of her restraining herself a little, otherwise, Wei Chen would have been knocked flying by a punch.

Seeing the man walking back, Shen Qingyu no longer hesitated and punched the man one after another. Wei Chen kept his face tense, trying not to let himself scream.

It was not easy for him. The woman's punches were getting stronger and stronger.

He couldn't admit defeat, so he could only persevere and not lose his dignity as a man. Wei Chen felt bitter, but he didn't say it.

Until the woman kicked him and he could no longer resist. He could only avoid the important parts. Then, with the woman's force, he rolled on the ground several times and lay motionless.

When Shen Qingyu retracted his legs, he heard Wei Ziwu howling like a ghost, "Ahhh, my master won, master is so awesome." It was as if he had won the fight.

Shen Qingyu raised her eyebrows. Her apprentice really accepted it well and didn't even go to see her elder brother.

After hearing his brother's inexplicably excited voice, Wei Chen completely shut himself up and tightly closed his eyes.

"You little brat, you're so annoying!"

Shen Qingyu looked at the man lying on the ground pretending to be dead, walked over with a smile on her face, and gently kicked the man with her foot, "Are you okay?"

Wei Chen opened his eyes, sighed helplessly, stretched out a big hand, and said to Shen Qingyu, "Pull me."

Seeing that there was no unhappiness on the man's face, Shen Qingyu reached out her hand and with a slight force, the man was pulled up.

Wei Chen stood up straight, brushed off the dirt and dust on his body with his hands, and looked at his brother who came closer with a deep look in his eyes, "Are you willing to see me lose?"

When Wei Ziwu received the threat from his brother, he instinctively shook his head and said, "No, absolutely not. Why would I think so?" He would never admit it. He felt so good when he saw his elder brother being beaten.

Seeing his apprentice's cowardly look, Shen Qingyu said unhappily, "Go, do horse stance for an hour."

After hearing what Shen Qingyu said, Wei Ziwu looked at Wei Chen sadly, walked silently to the foot of the rock, and took a horse stance.

He was not unfamiliar with this. He had practiced it when he was a child. Later, he felt that he was not cut out for it and gradually fell behind.

Shen Qingyu saw Wei Ziwu's posture and nodded. Although she had never practiced systematically, there were training scenes in the inheritance.

Things like horse stance and standing still are the basic skills for learning Kung Fu.

Although she received the internal force directly, if she wanted to teach Wei Ziwu, she had to do it step by step and lay a solid foundation.

After returning to the living room with Wei Chen, the man took out a medicine box from under the coffee table and found medicinal wine for bruises and injuries.

He took off his coat and put it aside, then took off his sweater. Then he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them up.

A pair of strong forearms were revealed. The man's arms were quite white, except for a red patch on them, which was a bit scary.

Wei Chen poured out the medicinal wine, rubbed it in his hands to warm it, and then rubbed his red forearms.

Seeing him pursing his thin lips, she knew it must be painful. Shen Qingyu felt a little embarrassed. She thought she was too heavy-handed. She coughed lightly, "Do you want me to rub it for you?"

Wei Chen's rubbing motion froze, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No need."