Chapter 19 Second Uncle of Five Star Hall

It was the man who came in when Jiang Hanye peeked at the tree that morning. He was wearing a dark red robe today, and the left hem was lifted around his waist. His sleeves were wrapped around his elbow, holding a fan in his hand, coughing and stepping into the threshold.

Standing under the porch, the man stopped and looked around. When he saw Jiang Hanye, his eyes stayed for a moment and coughed, "It seems that a new disciple has entered..."

Everyone didn't say anything, and Jiang Hanye didn't know what the man was talking about himself. He just stood with his hand and was still worried about what happened last night. At the same time, he was afraid that his progress would lag behind, which was not be better than the brothers around him.

It turns out that this person is a relatively high-ranking person in Wanjian Villa. He is the same generation as the landlord and is the second. Everyone calls him his second uncle. His name is Ji Shangfeng. People in the world are called crazy, mostly because of his unconventional and madness.

Ji Shangfeng walked to the porch facing the disciple and stood there. He picked up the roster from the table next to him and began to call the roll. Every time he clicked a disciple's name, someone answered it. What I ordered earlier are all the names of disciples surnamed Ji, and there are about 20 or 30 of them. These are all new disciples who have started learning this year.

"Wei Changping!" Ji Shangfeng called the name with the roster.

No one answered, but Jiang Hanye's heart sank.

Ji Shangfeng never said it twice. He looked up at the disciples and then called out: "Zhou Botao!"

Naturally, no one will answer this, but Jiang Hanye trembled, because only he knew where Zhou Botao had gone now.

Seeing that no one answered, Ji Shangfeng frowned, coughed again, and fanned hard with a fan. In fact, it's autumn now. Shouyang Peak is high, and it will not be sultry on the mountain, but Ji Shangfeng wears cool clothes and takes a fan, which is really strange.

It seems that after the roll call, Ji Shangfeng slowly put the roster back to its original place. Before leaving his hand, he suddenly looked at the corner where Jiang Hanye was, then unfolded the roster again and turned to the last page and read, "Jiang Hanye!"

Jiang Hanye was stunned. He was named for the first time in his life, and he was not used to it, but immediately he reacted and replied like others, "Disciples are here!"

"Well, it's strange that it's here today." Ji Shangfeng coughed, closed the roster and put it down, and said to himself. Although his voice was very small, it was very penetrating, and everyone present could hear it clearly, including Jiang Hanye. Obviously, after getting started, Ji Shangfeng named his name every day.

"Cough!" Ji Shangfeng called, looked around and said slowly, "Since you have started, you naturally know what you are doing. The so-called winter practice and summer practice three volts. Since you have chosen the path of warriors, you should know how much suffering you have to suffer, and never be like some people... cough! After only a few days, I can't stand it. I can't even see a shadow. I don't think such a person will make any achievements in his life. What's more, it's not like some people who become disciples, but they can't do what they should do. They can't see anyone in morning and evening classes every day. What does this look like?

Ji Shangfeng's words were very targeted, which made Jiang Hanye's face red and heart beat, anxious and uneasy.

"Okay, the evening class starts today!" Ji Shangfeng said, "You can catch the right ones according to what you practiced in the morning. Combine the original disciples who didn't come."

"Yes!" All the disciples bowed their hands and replied.

For a moment, all the disciples found their brothers who practiced, hugged their fists and sang, and then spread their fists. It's so lively. Jiang Hanye was scattered aside. First, he was officially trained here for the first time, and there was no familiar with him; second, there happened to be one more person here, and no one could practice. In addition, he didn't know how to practice at all, so he stood there stunned and didn't know how to deal with himself.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Ji Shangfeng came to Jiang Hanye and scolded very severely, "Are you here to see the scenery or to practice martial arts? It's lagging behind others, and it's still so unconscious. I don't know if it will be assessed in a few days, August 15th? Don't think that if you pass the entry test, you will rest assured. The immortals will not come to you by themselves. Everything needs you to work hard!"

Ji Shangfeng's words were very sharp and harsh, which made Jiang Hanye ashamed and hung his head and didn't know how to answer.

"What are you still doing?" Seeing that Jiang Hanye couldn't play a fart with three sticks, Ji Shangfeng couldn't help saying angrily, "No one is practicing. Isn't it possible that I'm not your second uncle?"

Only then did Jiang Hanye know that the middle-aged man in front of him who looked like a forties was actually the uncle of Wanjian Villa, and his identity was already very respected, because according to the introduction of the fourth brother Ji Feng, Ji Kuotian, who was a great deacon, was just an ancestor, and he was the only one left in Wanjian Villa. One of the two old stubborn.

"Disciple Jiang Hanye, I have met the second uncle!" Jiang Hanye was at a loss, but Mumu bowed with his fist.

"See you, see, see you! Come here and practice with me!" Ji Shangfeng is impatient and a rectal. He hasn't seen Jiang Hanye for a few days. Today is the first time. He thought that there will be an assessment soon. He couldn't help but worry for him. Seeing that Jiang Hanye seemed to be an ignorant teenager, he picked him up and walked to the opposite corridor and said as he walked: " Starting today, every day when others go back to dinner and rest, you will stay here to make up lessons!" After a pause, he added, "Of course it's after dinner!"

The second uncle in front of him is the third person that Jiang Hanye can call in Wanjian Villa, but this person gave him such a different feeling. Although he looked fierce, somehow, Jiang Hanye's heart was warm after listening to his reprimand, and his eyes couldn't help blushing. Although Jiang Hanye hasn't read many books and doesn't recognize too many words, he knows what is good, what is bad, what is good and what is evil, how to do it right and how to do it wrong. Not only those who smile and speak kindly to you are really good to you in their hearts, and those who say evil words to you are really bad people. Everything depends on the situation. Anyway, in Jiang Hanye's heart, the image of this second uncle suddenly became taller.

Other disciples were practicing, and Ji Shangfeng began to teach Jiang Hanye alone in the porch.

"This Wanshou boxing was changed from swordsmanship, so it is different from other sects..." Ji Shangfeng put his hand on his back, and his left hand still held a fan against his back.

Jiang Hanye stood honestly and listened to his lecture, and he didn't even dare to drop half a word. Unexpectedly, after Ji Shangfeng said that, there was no follow-up. First, he paced back and forth in the porch, and then stood with his back to Jiang Hanye. After a moment, he finally couldn't help it. He turned around and poked his forehead with his finger and scolded, "Are you a stuffy gourd? Don't you know what to say next?

Jiang Hanye looked at Ji Shangfeng and shook his head and said, "Disciples don't know..."

"Idiot! You should ask now: Uncle, what is the difference between our longevity boxing and skills of other schools? That's right!" Ji Shangfeng pinched his voice and learned from a child's voice and said how funny it was. Originally, Jiang Hanye was extremely depressed, but he couldn't help laughing when he saw Ji Shangfeng's appearance and almost laughed out loud.

"Cough!" Ji Shangfeng coughed, stared at Jiang Hanye, and continued, "This longevity boxing focuses on steady progress. It is the best introductory boxing for people who are new to martial arts. After ordinary people practice this set of boxing, the flexibility of the body will be greatly increased, and it is not far from officially becoming a martial artist."

Jiang Hanye learned a little better this time. His lips moved and wanted to open his mouth to say something, so as not to make his second uncle angry, but after thinking about it, he couldn't think of asking something, so he finally had to say, "Oh."

Ji Shangfeng stared at him again: "Oh, fart! You should remember every word I say and every action you do. It will be August 15 in a few days. If I lose face and haven't passed the exam, I won't skin you alive! I haven't had a promising disciple under Ji Shangfeng!"

Jiang Hanye nodded vigorously.

"Since our longevity boxing is an entry-level boxing, it is naturally not difficult and there are not many moves. It is an introductory skill to exercise the foundation of the body. There are a total of six moves in this boxing, namely, palm cutting, splitting, elbow removal, kicking legs, hooking, and arrow step! These moves are simple and easy to learn. If they are not too stupid, they generally don't need to practice for too long. Ten days and a half months is enough. Ji Shangfeng touched the beard on his chin and said.

"But you have been absent a few days, which is a little difficult. I won't talk nonsense with you. Now I'll call you, watch it yourself, and then give me one move." After a pause, Shangfeng said, "The so-called stupid bird flies first, but since you are slow, you have to find it by yourself, understand?"

Jiang Hanye nodded heavily this time and said, "Disciples remember the teachings of the second uncle."

Ji Shangfeng then put the fan aside, grinned, and hit the "Longevity Boxing" in one breath. There were only six introductory boxing skills. When he practiced in his hand, he actually had a thunderous momentum like a long rainbow through the sun. The fist wind roared, and the face of Jiang Hanye seemed to be cutting a knife. On this day, he really I know what a master is.

A set of boxing was beaten down. For Ji Shangfeng, it was certain that his face would not change his color and he would not breathe. He took back the fan again, fanned the wind, and asked, "Remember?"

Jiang Hanye nodded: "Disciples remember it."