My wife is too strong, Mr. Chu can't stand it

When Huang Ze heard this, the pruning shears in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and his memory was instantly pulled back to a distant memory.

Chang Ye was already there when he joined the Seventh Regiment. He was young and inexperienced at the time, so he was just an ordinary soldier.

Chang Ye rarely participated in battles, but he often saw enemy officers die suddenly on the battlefield, and those holding machine guns died while firing.

The Seventh Regiment was invincible at the time, but there were still surprises.

He was buried by the enemy's bombardment. When he got up, he saw the regiment commander holding Chang Ye's hand and begging.

"Take these bastards out, Changye! I beg you! You must take them back to Linjiang!"

What was Changye’s expression at that time?

He just nodded calmly, then raised his hand, and the bomber in the sky fell down.

The loud bang made the captain laugh out loud, and then a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth and he closed his eyes quietly.

Afterwards, they followed Changye all the way to Linjiang. All the bridges were blown up and they tried many methods but to no avail.

The water was too deep and the river was so wide that the large army had no choice but to bypass Linjiang.

But that would really take too much time, several months or even a year or two. What about our compatriots on the other side of the river?

Before the heavy rain fell, Chang Ye found him and asked him to prepare to bury his body. He tied his body with red thread and copper coins, and held up an oil-paper umbrella to cover his face.

At that time, he didn't understand why Chang Ye said that and why he would die. He only knew that Chang Ye took them a long way.

He also asked Changye why it was him, and Changye's answer was also very simple.

"Because you have the longest lifespan, you are the only one in the Seventh Regiment who has the longest lifespan."

During the heavy rain, he had been preparing red thread, copper coins, and clumsily learning to draw the red spider lily that he had never seen before.

At dawn on the fifteenth day, the battle was over and they occupied the enemy camp. When he went back to find Changye, Changye was already lying there quietly, looking at the rising sun with his eyes open.

Behind Chang Ye, countless souls gradually disappeared, looking at the place where the sun rose, smiling with relief.

He knew that Chang Ye was not an ordinary person, and he knew that everything was done by Chang Ye.

Two days of heavy rain, collapsed mountains, and the roads that helped them cross the river were their compatriots who accompanied the Seventh Regiment into the enemy stronghold.

But he didn't dare and couldn't do that. Chang Ye's existence couldn't be known to the world, otherwise he would not be able to keep Chang Ye's body.

He could only hide Changye's body by himself, and after the war, he took Changye to settle down in Jing City, and guarded him like that for so many years.

However, as more than 80 years have passed, the national hatred and the tragic deaths of tens of thousands of compatriots have still not been avenged.

They guard the country and dream of peace, but some people are unwilling to accept this! They are secretly carrying out these petty actions, hoping to shake the foundation built over 80 years ago!

wishful thinking!

Huang Ze looked at Huang Guoan with red eyes, "Find out who arranged this for the Shenwu family and assassinate him at all costs! I want him to never see the July sun!"

"Yes! General!"

Huang Guoan raised his hand to salute. This was not an order from a grandfather to his grandson, but an order from old generals who had experienced the battlefield to their subordinates.

Huang Guoan hurried away and gave instructions to the people lurking in Japan.

Huang Ze stood there for a long time before slowly bending down to pick up the pruning shears on the ground. He was no longer the young man who could only collect Chang Ye's corpse more than eighty years ago.

He wanted to protect Su Jin. Even if he died, his descendants would continue the mission.

He cannot give Su Jin open and honest glory, but he will protect Su Jin. No one will dare to bully her when she is alive, and someone will guard her grave after her death!

Su Jin, who returned to the Chu family, naturally didn't know all this. He picked up Tongtong who rushed out to greet him, and turned his head to look at Rong Qing who followed him happily.

"Why? Are you free?"

Rong Qing didn't have any. He rubbed his hands and said, "I just want to ask when I can start learning. Mr. Chu has arranged everything for me. I'm living in a small villa at the back now."

Su Jin frowned slightly. He almost forgot that he had accepted a disciple.

Putting Tongtong down, Su Jin patted his head and said, "Go play with grandpa and grandma."

Tongtong was a little reluctant, but still nodded obediently, "Brother, come back soon."

Su Jin agreed and waited until Tongtong returned to the villa before turning around and following Rong Qing away.

It was a small villa, not big but quite secluded and remote. After Rong Qing entered the door, he immediately took out the belongings left for him by Master Liaowu.

Rong Qing said, "I only learned some simple fortune-telling from my master. I could only see the obvious facial features, and the fortunes of good and bad luck. Drawing talismans was just the beginning. If it weren't for these treasures my master left behind, I would have been kicked out as a charlatan long ago."

Su Jin glanced at it and expressed his agreement. Although Rong Qing didn't have much skill, these things were good and could fool people.

Su Jin asked him, "Have you watched my live broadcast?"

"I've seen it, I've seen it every day."

"Follow the next set of boxing techniques. When you feel the energy, you've mastered the basics."

Rong Qing looked confused, "Isn't that a weight loss exercise?"

Su Jin looked at him coldly, and Rong Qing instantly became obedient. He took out his mobile phone and opened Su Jin's live broadcast account, which contained the specially edited boxing video.

Rong Qing put down his phone and started practicing in the living room. Feeling energetic?

Rong Qing didn't know what kind of qi it was, but he just followed the instructions and practiced it.

Su Jin sat quietly on the sofa and watched. In fact, this also depends on one's physique. Some people may not feel it even after practicing for a lifetime, but some people can do it after one or two times.

Le Wuneng's decision to accept Rong Qing must have been based on his physique and talent. He also wanted to see how long it took Rong Qing to practice and find his Qi.

Su Jin thought so and thought that next time he could let Chu Heng practice with him. Chu Heng was quite powerful as an ordinary person, but he was still too weak to deal with ghosts and monsters.

After all, the two of them had made a contract. If Chu Heng got hurt, he would be in trouble too, so he had to urge him on.

As he thought about this, Rong Qing had already practiced it once, but still couldn't find the energy.

Su Jin rolled her eyes in disgust, lost her patience, and stood up to walk out.

Rong Qing was anxious, "Master?"

"Whenever you feel angry, come find me again."

Rong Qing scratched his head in frustration. He really couldn't feel any energy, but what his master said must be right. He would practice again. If he didn't succeed once, he would try twice. If he didn't succeed twice, he would try two days or two months. He would definitely be able to get started.

The next day, Su Jin got up on time, took the medicine, walked around in the yard, and said to Chu Heng who was filming with his mobile phone.

"Come here and practice with me."

Chu Heng was a little surprised, but he didn't refute it. He asked the bodyguard to continue his work, but he hid outside the camera. After following Su Jin's movements to stretch his muscles, he began to practice the set of boxing.

He had felt that this boxing style was strange and unusual before, but he had never tried it. After trying it today, he soon felt the change in the airflow around him.

The feeling was wonderful, like the wind but not like the wind. The warm air flow surrounded him, gathering and dispersing with his movements.