Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Early the next morning.

Seeing Jingzhi looking as cheerful as usual, walking as usual, and jumping around as usual, Liang Zan felt regretful and secretly glanced at his master.

What a disappointment!

We slept in the same bed and did nothing?

Is he really that weak?

His strange look made her whole body crawl. Erdi couldn't help but knock him on the top of the head with the handle of her fan, glanced at him and said:

"Why are you looking at me? Go change your clothes and start practicing."

Liang Zan let him knock, but his brows were furrowed. He put his big face close to Erdi's ear and said in a low voice:

"Master, forcing yourself won't work. How about you try playing it safe? Isn't Master's Wife completely captivated by your stage makeup? If you try—ouch!"

After Erdi finished knocking him, she turned her fingertips and took the fan handle back into her hand. She fanned it twice gently and scolded him in a deep voice:

"Why don't you change quickly? Do you still want to learn martial arts?"

Liang Zan covered his burning head, looked at him aggrievedly, said "oh" again, and then turned around to get his clothes.

Erdi looked at his back and secretly clicked her tongue, thinking to herself, is he that kind of person?

The best moment should of course be saved for the wedding night, how can we be so presumptuous?

Speaking of his future bride, his brows softened, and he walked lightly into his room.

After seeing the scene in the room clearly, he sighed, but laughed secretly.

Unexpectedly, it makes sense.

His future wife is not someone who can sit still and write.

At this time, Jingzhi was kneeling on the kang, supporting his face with one hand, holding a brush in the other hand and scribbling on the waste paper beside him. He also laughed from time to time, but for some reason he suddenly stopped laughing and sighed slowly.

"Cough cough!"

"..."

Jingzhi shuddered all over, as if he had been caught truant by his teacher. He didn't dare to turn his head back, and hurriedly pulled a few pieces of waste paper on the table and hid them under the table. Then he sat up straight, held the brush again, and seriously dipped it in ink, scraped the ink, and held the brush upright, but he didn't write a single word for a long time.

At this moment, a deep voice approached from behind her:

"Why don't you write? Don't you know how?"

Erdi stood beside her and glanced down. In the corner of the scrap paper, there were clearly four turtles drawn, one big and three small, with the word "Erdi" written crookedly. He didn't know if he used too much force, but the strokes were almost blurred into a black dot. He barely realized it was his own name.

Haha, he said he was childish, but she was no less so.

At this moment, Erdi never expected that there were a few words "wind" scribbled on the corner of the rice paper pressed by Jingzhi's legs.

Jingzhi swallowed her saliva and turned back to look at him very slowly. Seeing that he looked normal, she breathed a sigh of relief and said in a soft and coquettish tone:

"Erdi, could you teach me how to write it? I... really can't write calligraphy."

He raised his eyebrows:

"Call me sir."

"Husband." Without hesitation and with great determination.

"..."

Tsk, you really know the current situation.

However, he enjoyed listening to it.

Erdi curled the corners of her mouth and smoothed her messy hair. Then she sat behind her, leaned down slightly, held her hand, and held the brush together.

"Today we're only practicing your name. Watch carefully, starting with a square tip and ending with a round tip. Calligraphy is not difficult. Just practice more..."

As he explained, he demonstrated to her. The tip of the brush no longer hesitated and gently fell on the rice paper. Each stroke had pauses and speeds, and some were light and some were heavy.

Before Jingzhi could react, three beautiful big words appeared on the paper.

Seeing her stunned, Erdi tilted her head and asked softly:

"Have you learned it?"

Jingzhi's eyes looked a little dazed:

"My brain says it will."

As for whether her hands could do it, she would have to discuss it with them later.

Erdi:...tsk.

He turned his head and was about to say something, but suddenly found a few spots of ink on her cheek. Feeling helpless, he stretched out his index finger and gently wiped it away, then pinched her cheek and said:

"Ten large characters a day. If you write well, you'll get a reward. If you don't... hehe."

Jingzhi didn't ask for any reward this time. She looked at the huge piece of rice paper covering the table, her eyes getting wider and wider. This piece of paper was enough for her to write for a long time.

No, Mr. Liang, don’t you assign too much homework? Ten sheets?

She felt that all five of her pictures were suspenseful enough.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, he leaned close to her ear, his movements were a little awkward, and he blew a breath gently and said:

"When you've learned it, I'll play the role of a Hua Dan just for you... Okay?"

Erdi: Liang Zan, this trick better be useful.

Jingzhi straightened her neck like a rusty machine, turning her head to look at him with a pause, her mouth slightly open, a look of disbelief on her face.

Erdi gave her an affirmative look and also gave her a wink.

She shuddered all over, and through that charming look, her mind couldn't help but emerge with the image of him playing the role of a Hua Dan.

Jingzhi suddenly closed his jaw, swallowed, quickly turned around, and began to write seriously, refuting as he wrote:

"Am I that kind of person? I'll practice hard whether you show me or not."

Having said that, the ear facing Erdi was so red that it was almost translucent.

He chuckled secretly, rubbed her slightly hot earlobe, and pretended to be serious and said:

"If it's not, then write it well. I'm going out to teach Liang Zan how to practice martial arts."

Erdi: You little brat~ I’m still trying to take advantage of you.

……

There was a window next to where Jingzhi was sitting, and outside the window was the yard.

In a short while, Erdi began to teach Liang Zan how to do horse stance. At this moment, the voices of Huabao and Qiangmei suddenly came from the next door house.

She stuck her head out and happened to meet Huabao's furtive gaze.

Hua Bao, who was doing horse stance, felt a little uncomfortable when she found him. He quickly withdrew his gaze and said to the girl in front of him:

"Come, learn from Dad and do a horse stance."

The girl said "oh", clenched her fists, opened her hips, and immediately squatted down.

The scene was silent for a moment.

Even their yard was silent. She looked back and saw that the master and disciple who were doing horse stance were both looking at the girl's big white legs.

Yes, big white legs.

It turned out that today, Mei was wearing a green cheongsam. When she took a horse stance, her legs stretched out directly from the slits on both sides of the cheongsam.

Seeing that Erdi's head was still turned towards that side, her veins jumped and she quickly picked up the waste paper ball on the corner of the table and threw it out.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of breaking air in her ears. Erdi felt a chill on the back of her head and subconsciously turned her head.

Liang Zan was standing facing the window, and when he turned sideways, the paper ball accidentally hit Liang Zan's cheek.

She didn't care about Liang Zan's expression. Seeing that she didn't hit Erdi, Jingzhi curled her lips.

She gritted her teeth and shouted at the back of Erdi's head:

"Taught you!"

Erdi was doing horse stance with her back to her, her neck stiff and she didn't dare to look back. She quickly swept the paper ball on the ground aside with her feet. Before she could say anything, she saw Liang Zan doing horse stance and she took the time to secretly laugh at him.

Erdi's nostrils flared slightly in anger. He glared at her with a serious expression and began to teach:

"Wing Chun's horse stance is the unity of body, mind, strength, waist and horse. The strength comes from the ground, the punch comes from the heart, the turning is flexible, and the horse is fast."

As he spoke, he launched a punch at Liang Zan. His attack was swift and filled with anger and shame. Liang Zan, a rookie, was no match for him. He gritted his teeth and took a few blows, but was then pushed against the wall and hit in the ribs by a punch.

The force was so strong that Jingzhi could see the small table in front of her shake slightly. She looked up in annoyance, but her gaze met Erdi's, who had no time to look away.

Seeing him dodging, Jingzhi sighed softly:

"What are you doing? Are you trying to settle a personal grudge? It was obviously you who peeked first."

Although the words were sharp, Erdi rolled his eyes and glanced at her. Seeing that her eyes were still calm, he knew that she was not really angry. His eyebrows softened, but he couldn't help but explain:

"Xiaozhi, I just took a subconscious look and didn't look at it for long."

Jingzhi rolled her eyes at him and said:

"I know. If you had even the slightest intention towards her, do you think I could still sit here peacefully?"

It's a good thing that I didn't run out and break your legs.

Erdi breathed a sigh of relief, but Liang Zan remained silent for some reason. He even secretly glanced at the yard next door, but was caught by Huabao and glared back at him with his eyes as big as copper bells.

He smiled awkwardly, quickly retracted his gaze, and while rubbing his aching ribs, he said to Erdi:

"Hey, Master, keep practicing, keep practicing!"

Erdi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to slap him, and continued to teach:

"Listen, we have eight moves in Wing Chun: tag, circle, press, tie, bind, scrape, plow, and lie down."

As he uttered each word, Erdi demonstrated one by one, with quick and sharp moves. After a set of moves, it was as smooth as flowing water, and the sound of punches breaking through the air was heard.

Jingzhi held her face, staring completely stunned without even blinking. For a moment, she only felt that her stinky brother was thin, but very handsome. He didn't look as sick and weak as he did last night.

So...did he really not lie to her?

Why is there such a big difference in stamina?

Just as she was staring at the person and thinking, Erdi seemed to feel her burning gaze, walked over quickly, and took down the window support.

As her vision dimmed, Jingzhi pouted and shouted outside:

"Out of sight!"

The window suddenly creaked open again, and then two stones were pushed against the sides, opening a small gap in the window.

Erdi's eyes suddenly appeared in the gap, which scared Jingzhi. She withdrew her hand that was about to open the window and smiled awkwardly at the eyes.

Erdi's eyes moved to the blank space on the table, with only a few ink spots on the rice paper, and she said lightly:

"How long has it been? You haven't written a single word?"

Jingzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly leaned over the desk, gathered around the piece of paper, and pulled over the calligraphy copybook beside it. He picked up his pen and began to write. His tone was a little flustered, and perhaps even a little sad:

"Write, write, write. I'm writing right now."

A hint of smile flashed across his eyes through the window slit, but his tone remained indifferent:

"Well, give it to me before nap."

"what???"

"Ok?"

"……Oh."

She lowered her head tightly, and pursed her lips so that Erdi couldn't see.

She thought, there is no time even to pee, and there are breaks during school.

Erdi is truly a...devil teacher!

At this time, Liang Zan outside also thought so.

He didn't know whether his master was teaching him or beating him in the name of teaching.

……

The sounds of fists and feet hitting each other, as well as Liang Zan's occasional wails and cries of pain, kept coming to his ears, but Jingzhi no longer had time to care about what was happening outside.

When practicing calligraphy, it was difficult to get into the state at the beginning. Her hands were shaking so much that the words on the first two sheets were simply unbearable to read. They were either blurred together or the strokes were as thin as silk threads.

In the following pictures, perhaps because of the muscle reflexes, although her fingers were a little numb, her pen control became much smoother. Gradually, her handwriting could be considered...

Well, how should I put it, they are the same size, not very good looking, but people can tell what is written at a glance.

Time passed by little by little, and she didn't even notice when the sound of martial arts training outside the window stopped.

It was not until the pen in her hand was taken away and a breath of water vapor and a faint smell of medicine came over that she raised her head.

As soon as she looked up, her neck felt like a rusty iron chain, creaking. She wanted to cry but had no tears. She pulled at the hem of Erdi's shirt and acted coquettishly with him:

"My neck is sore, my hands are sore, and my waist is sore."

Erdi glanced at her indifferently, then slowly picked up a few pieces of paper on the side of the table and looked at them carefully.

Jing was frozen in place for a moment, not daring to act coquettishly anymore. She pinched the paper ball on the table and mumbled:

"I wrote it carefully. I wasn't lazy."

Seeing him standing still like a mountain, Jingzhi felt anxious. He didn't tell her what the consequences would be if she didn't write well.

You can't... physically punish her.

Just when she was struggling, Erdi had put down the rice paper without her knowing when. He suddenly lifted her chin, gently rubbed her hard neck with one hand, and then lowered his head to cover her lips.

Jingzhi stared at him with wide eyes, as if in disbelief, but after a while, she became confused again.

When did he... become so good at this?

(slightly)

After a long while, he slowly straightened up, pursed his slightly wet lips contentedly, and gently stroked her slightly swollen lips and said:

"I know you've been practicing hard... This is a reward. However, if the first one doesn't work, stop here for today and make up for it tomorrow."

Jingzhi raised her head and stared at him blankly for a long time. She no longer cared about the two pictures and couldn't help but blurt out the doubts in her heart:

"When did you become so good at this... Did that brat Liang Zan say something to you again?"

At this moment, a half-bald man suddenly came in from outside the door.

It was Liang Zan. He shook his head, curled his lips and said:

"I didn't say that. Master saw it himself."

"What are you looking at?"

He answered subconsciously: "What else can I read? Reading."

"What book teaches this?"

"...Oh, the rice is going to burn, I'll go get some food!"

Liang Zan shrank his head and ran away quickly.

Jingzhi ran after him, cursing as he went:

"You little bastard, what kind of filthy book did you show Erdi? Hand it over, or I'll whip your ass!"

"Oh~ Master, save me!"

There was a commotion outside. Erdi thought the fight seemed to have spread to the next yard, but she did not chase after them. Instead, she covered her still burning lips, smiled sweetly, and quickly locked the book Liang Zan gave her in the cabinet.