In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines through the gaps in the window.

Fu Zhe, who was sleeping, moved his eyelids, then slowly opened his eyes, looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling in a little confused manner, then slowly came to his senses, looked down at the quilt on his body and the bedroom he was familiar with.

Fu Zhe lifted the quilt and got up, rubbed his head, which was a little drowsy after the hangover, walked slowly to the window, and pulled the curtains open.

The vibrant sunlight shone in from the horizon. At this time, the red sun had just crossed the ridge.

Although he slept very late last night and drank a lot of alcohol, he had already made his biological clock almost fixed at this time. At this time, he would wake up naturally.

However, if he remembered correctly, he was drinking on the rooftop last night and met the little devil who claimed to be his "happiness supervisor". Then at this time he appeared in his bedroom, which means...

Fu Zhe's eyes flashed, then he slowly came to the bedroom desk, opened the trunk on the right, and looked at the diagnostic test result book that was placed neatly inside.

Fu Zhe couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, I was passive, that is to say, the little devil has seen the things inside.

That little devil, don’t you know that you shouldn’t just move people’s things when you go to other people’s houses?

But that's good, at least that guy knows that I'm not lying to him, and the people behind him will know the same.

So, maybe you can relax and walk the last part of your life.

Good too!

...

In the courtyard, in the middle of the wide courtyard, a figure stands on the horse, with a tall figure, his hands tied under his ribs, and his hands are closed but not put away. His hands, waist, horse, heart, mind, and strength are integrated and integrated, making the two-character pincer Yang horse.

The body suddenly moved, and his hands seemed to turn into electric light, rubbing hands, lifting hands, breaking hands, short bridges and narrow horses, and they are good at exerting strength.

The big flash side, the small pitch, the farming and the stall, the sticky touch and stroke, the situation is carefully considered, and the hands are kept at the right time.

Four-level horse, three-character horse, chasing horse, kneeling horse, walking independently.

The body is like lightning, the fists and palms are like rain, and the shouts and shouts are like thunder.

With a set of Wing Chun boxing techniques, Zhang Kun beat very happily.

Since the Forbidden City competition, Zhang Kun has never practiced so happily again. At the beginning, he was seriously injured and was not suitable for strenuous exercise because he fought with Miyahonda.

Later, my health was a little better, but I was injured again.

Until now, my body has recovered most of my life. Although it was a little bit difficult to fight with someone, it was fine if I punched a set of punches.

He paused, closed his fists, returned his breath, and then slowly exhaled, a faint white air slowly blew away the dust on the ground.

After the Wing Chun set was finished, it seemed that he had just gotten up. Qi Xiangyang, who had finished washing, was standing respectfully aside. After Zhang Kun dispersed his airs, he said respectfully: "Good morning for senior brother!"

Zhang Kun smiled and said, "Don't be so restrained, just order whatever you want. Have you had breakfast?"

Qi Xiangyang said respectfully: "Not yet, I just got up and washed up."

"Yes." Zhang Kun nodded, then picked up the towel prepared beside him and wiped the sweat stains on his face and said, "Okay, Aunt Li should be ready, so eat together."

Qi Xiangyang hurriedly responded respectfully.

Seeing that Qi Xiangyang seemed to be a little unreleased, Zhang Kun smiled and said nothing. He led Qi Xiangyang toward the side hall of the central hall.

However, just after taking two steps, Zhang Kun paused again: "By the way, you don't have to go to Yulaifang today. I should be staying in Beijing for a while recently. You can learn from me for a few days first. I have called you by Boss Hou."

Hearing Zhang Kun's words, Qi Xiangyang was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little disbelief, but he looked at Zhang Kun with a hint of surprise, but before he could speak, Zhang Kun continued.

"Last time I taught you bronze ware. If you follow Boss Hou to learn about jade ware, I don't have to worry about it. This time I will teach you calligraphy and painting..."

Chaoyang slowly climbed over the wall, and the day began like this.

Zhang Kun came to Yanjing this time, in addition to Zhuo Shi's entrustment, there are two other things to deal with by the way.

One is Qi Xiangyang's continued teaching task. Since Yao Zhiping discovered Qi Xiangyang's talent in antique identification, he has changed from a guy who planned to give Qi Xiangyang a meal at the beginning to truly treat Qi Xiangyang as the successor of his robe and bowl, intending to teach all his life what he learned.

What Yao Zhiping learned throughout his life was not all about it, but only taught him, and it would not be solved in one or two months, so it was considered a long-term job.

Then the second is that the things in the underground collection room under the Siheyuan were as long as Zhang Kun thought of the priceless antiques. Donating one a month would take two or three years, which was also a long-term job.

In short, Zhang Kun has come here often in Yanjing.

In the morning, Zhang Kun became a message machine again.

In the study, Yao Zhiping floated in the air and talked loudly. Zhang Kun learned the words and tone as much as possible, and then conveyed them to Qi Xiangyang, just like a young man under 20 years old, and learned the old-fashioned thing.

At noon, after dinner, Zhang Kun took Qi Xiangyang to the study room, and then pointed to the desk. Yao Zhiping specially selected the book "Addressing" from the bookshelf and said: "You read books here first, and I'll go out for a while, and I'll come back for about two hours."

After arranging Qi Xiangyang, Zhang Kun went back to the master bedroom and walked out a few minutes later with a carton about sixty or seventy centimeters long and thirty centimeters wide.

Half an hour later, Wen Zhiming suddenly received a call from a middle-aged man.
Chapter completed!