"Wait a minute," said Wu Mian.


    "Ah?" Zheng Kaixuan was stunned and looked down Wu Mian''s eyes.


    A man in protective clothing who can''t see clearly is leisurely boxing in? It''s like boxing.


    Zheng Kaixuan thought he was dancing for a moment, but the man''s movements were clear and elegant, and his hands, eyes and body methods were perfect. Even if the protective clothing that was in the way was worn on him, it still did not affect his movements.


    Not dancing, but practicing martial arts.


    It''s not Taijiquan. The man couldn''t see his feet off the ground at all. He was almost rubbing the ground. Occasionally bouncing legs and making a posture is also a key position to attack the other party''s crotch.


    Even if the man looked bloated, as long as he looked more, Zheng Kaixuan felt that the man who was boxing was full of murderous spirit and his boxing was extremely fierce.


    Is this... Appropriate?


    "Teacher Wu, this is not dancing." Zheng Kaixuan followed Wu Mian and confirmed in a low voice.


    "I don''t know what kind of boxing it is, but it seems that it should be the skill of killing people." Wu Mian said, "nonsense? I''m afraid there will be no accident in the shelter hospital? On-site teaching?!"


    Zheng Kaixuan''s cold hair on his back stood up under his wet isolation suit.


    Mr. Wu spoke in a stern voice with a rare anger.


    Before Zheng Kaixuan reacted, Wu Mian turned and strode to the landing and walked over nine times.


    Although the protective clothing is bloated and can''t see the body shape clearly, a set of killing skills is so skilled that it can''t be a medical staff.


    Lu jiuzhuan is as conspicuous as the lice on the bald head.


    "Mr. Lu." Wu Mian strode to the open space in front of the book corner and shouted in a deep voice.


    Lu jiuzhuan seemed to be concentrating on boxing. In addition, when he got up in the morning, the patient went to the bathroom, washed and spoke loudly, and the high-rise building had the effect of closing the voice, so he was indifferent to Wu Mian''s words.


    Three steps forward, Wu Mian''s hand rested on Lu Jiu''s shoulder.


    Lu jiuzhuan looked old, like an ordinary bad old man, but he reacted very quickly. He felt that someone was "attacking" himself. He turned his feet sideways, and his toes were not off the ground. It was stable like a stone.


    Wu Mian was absorbed. Seeing Lu jiuzhuan''s body method, he knew that he was not practicing the kind of martial arts shown to people. He was afraid that Lu jiuzhuan would explode in a moment and take himself away in a wave.


    Not infected by the virus, but strangely transferred by Lu Jiu to "accidental injury", this thing is a joke.


    But Wu Mian''s worry still didn''t happen. Lu Jiu turned his hands, took a half step back and stared at Wu Mian.


    The big yellow rabbit ears on Wu Mian''s head are so conspicuous that he doesn''t have to identify them carefully to know who they are.


    "Good morning, Dr. Wu." Lu Jiu turned to the end, sank into the Dantian and bowed.


    But Lu jiuzhuan''s floating posture, coupled with protective clothing, goggles, masks and gloves, looks a little funny.


    "Mr. Lu, are you..." Wu Mian asked coldly.


    "Morning exercise has never stopped in the past 58 years," Lu jiuzhuan said.


    "Mr. Lu, it''s not appropriate to practice the art of killing people here."


    Lu jiuzhuan was stunned for a moment. It seemed that it was the same, but he didn''t notice it.


    He is a little embarrassed. Boxing is a habit. At this time of day, muscle memory will remind him what to do.


    But Wu Mian saw at a glance that this was the art of critical attack and the art of killing. Lu jiuzhuan was a little embarrassed.


    "Dr. Wu, I''m sorry," Lu Jiu said, hugging his fist.


    Wu Mian was angry at first. Although he knew that the patient could not learn anything by looking at it, he was full of anxiety. The whole person turned into a volcano. At any time, a very small pressure would burst out magma that would destroy the sky and the earth.


    However, seeing Lu jiuzhuan wearing such a suit of clothes, no matter how normal his actions are, he feels particularly ridiculous. Wu Mian was stunned for a moment, and the Qi in his heart went down.


    "Excuse me, Mr. Lu." Wu Mian said, "your right hand is empty. This is fencing."


    "Yes."


    "The murderous spirit is too heavy and untimely." Wu Mian whispered, "I''m sorry."


    "Listen to you, Dr. Wu." Lu jiuzhuan didn''t insist. He sorted out his protective clothing and was about to leave.


    "Wait a minute." Wu Mian suddenly shouted Lu jiuzhuan.


    "Hmm?" Lu Jiu turned to see Wu Mian. "Dr. Wu, what''s your advice?"


    "Taijiquan, can you?" asked Wu Mian.


    "..." Lu Jiu turned speechless and looked at Wu Mian.


    "Morning exercise? Just exercise your muscles and bones. Can you do Taijiquan?"


    "Slightly understand."


    "It''s good to play Tai Chi." Wu Mian said, "when a gentleman travels, he cultivates his morality by being quiet and frugal. He is neither indifferent nor ambitious, nor quiet nor far-reaching."


    Wu Mian didn''t speak quickly. After hearing this, Lu jiuzhuan realized something and nodded.


    He stood attentively, and the magnanimity of the great master... I can''t see it at all. Wearing protective clothing, people look the same. Even if the momentum is strong, they are covered by layers of protective clothing.


    Wu Mian saw nothing but the blade and the light of the sword in his eyes. Lu jiuzhuan''s Taijiquan is also... Especially the fist technique of killing people.


    Wu Mian wondered, isn''t he a local teacher? Why is he so fierce.


    "Stop!" Wu Mian looked at it and shouted.


    "Dr. Wu, what''s the matter?" Lu Jiu turned to concentrate and asked.


    "Are you..."


    "In the Tang Dynasty, master Xu Xuanping and master Xu personally taught 37 Tai Chi." Lu jiuzhuan said, "first, keep your mind and mind quiet. Naturally, you should be light and flexible everywhere. Second, keep your body popular. Third, never throw your throat. Ask the heroes to do their best. If you ask why you can use it, you can''t find the essence on the outside and in the inside."


    "..." Wu Mian really wanted to rub Lu jiuzhuan on the ground.


    I know I''m right when I listen to the boxing song. This is the art of martial arts.


    "More ordinary, like the square dance, can you? Don''t be murderous. Just move and activate the atmosphere. Mainly, it''s good-looking!"


    "Old man..."


    "Yun LAN!" Wu Mian was too lazy to talk to Lu jiuzhuan and shouted Yun LAN directly.


    "Miss Wu, I''m here." Yunlan is on one side. She has been worried about what to do if Miss Wu is hurt by her senior brother.


    When Wu Mian shouted to herself, she immediately answered.


    "Find a patient''s mobile phone, check the Internet to find out the Taijiquan played by the elderly in the park, and let your senior brother learn to play that kind of boxing."


    "Good!" cloud LAN pulled Lu jiuzhuan and said loudly.


    Wu Mian turned around with a black thread.


    I really didn''t expect that there would be so many goods at Lu jiuzhuan.


    Xu Xuanping of the Tang Dynasty came from a great source. The Tai Chi of song Yuanqiao was not learned from Zhang Sanfeng, but passed on by Xu Xuanping.


    However, they are all stories in the pile of old papers. Wu Mian is unwilling to verify them.


    Lu Jiu turned and Wu Mian could see that it was not the kind of broadcast gymnastics played by uncle and aunt in the park, but the art of killing people.


    Really special!


    If it wasn''t in the shelter, we must teach him a lesson


    "Brother, your hands itch?" Chu Zhixi asked.