The woman behind the young man can tell a man's taste from a woman. There is no doubt that the woman is a very mature peach, and she is wearing a business suit, a very formal government official suit.

But he couldn't hide that hot figure, especially the pair of breasts that couldn't be grasped with both hands. Meng Xiaoan thought viciously that the man must have gone through many days of cultivation to create such breasts that shocked men's eyes.

"Mr. Lu, I came here today mainly because of my father's affairs. I believe the old man already knows." The middle-aged man showed a sad look.

"I've heard about Mr. Meng. I'll go over there tonight." Lu Yanxi waved to Meng Xiaoan, "Shaoming, look at my novice apprentice. This guy has a sharp eye and quick hands."

The man named Zhaoming glanced at Meng Xiaoan who was walking over, showed a warm smile, and briefly shook hands with Meng Xiaoan. Mr. Lu had not confiscated apprentices for many years, and this time he suddenly accepted them, which was a bit surprising to him, but thinking of Mr. Lu

After all, the gentleman was old, and he was afraid that his skills would be lost. He understood it as soon as he thought about it. There was something in Meng Xiaoan's eyes that made Meng Xiaoan feel complicated. Meng Xiaoan didn't say anything, just smiled at him and said

A big boy's honest and honest performance is so perfect that he is perfect.

Zhaoming and Lu Yanxi chatted for another day, mainly about Lu Yanxi’s later life. About thirty minutes later, Lu Yanxi sent Zhaoming and the woman out. When they returned to the courtyard, they saw Meng Xiaoan smiling.

, said: "If you want to be safer in Yunnan, you have to find someone with stronger connections to be your backer. This person may be able to be your backer, but it depends on your fate. Who is he?" Meng Xiaoan shook his head.

, but after thinking about it in his mind, he said: "At least he must be a director or something, right?" This old man Lu is very kind to me. He meets noble people when he goes out. It seems that this trip to Yunnan can at least get it back.

"Director? No, too low, governor." Lu Yanxi said in a light tone. Mr. Meng Xiaoan was stunned. After making sure that Lu Yanxi was not joking, he said: "You said that person is from Yunnan Province.

Governor?" He really doesn't know what the name of the governor of Yunnan Province is? Lu Yanxi said: "Meng Zhaoming, he is almost 50 years old this year. He is not young, but to me, he is still a younger generation." Meng Zhaoming.

Xiaoan muttered there, you are almost 90, who is a few levels behind you? Meng Xiaoan really didn't expect that this man is the governor of Yunnan Province? I just don't know what he came to Lu Yanxi for? I heard just now

His words seemed to come for his father? And this Lu Yanxi was a cook? Could it be that his old man liked the food Lu Yanxi cooked? And it was related to butterfly fish, yes, it must be like this. Meng Xiaoan became more and more sure in his heart

Lu Yanxi certainly guessed what Meng Xiaoan was thinking, but he didn’t tell him. He said, “You don’t have to come with me tonight. You finish chopping the wood first.” Lu Yanxi took Meng Xiaoan to the kitchen.

He saw the wood stacked one meter high. "The ax is there. Let me demonstrate it to you first." Lu Yanxi held the ax in his right hand and picked up a piece of wood about fifteen centimeters thick and twenty centimeters high.

In front of him, he chopped down the wood line in the middle seemingly casually. The wood cracked and split into two halves neatly. Meng Xiaoan looked a little dumbfounded. This definitely requires some heat. Most people would chop it.

The wood must have those extra sawdust: "Let me try." Meng Xiaoan took the axe, and in the same manner as Lu Yanxi just did, he chopped down a line in the middle of the wood. Let Meng Xiaoan

What made classmate Xiaoan's eyes widen was that the piece of wood was intact. Meng Xiaoan used four points of strength, but these four points of strength could definitely kill a hound. "This is the most expensive wood in the world, isn't it?

You can chop it with enough strength, the choice of strength is the moment you chop it." Meng Xiaoan seemed to understand, held his breath, and held the ax firmly again, raising his right hand without any effort, and facing it

I used all my strength to cut the thread in the middle of the wood. This time the wood split, not in half, but in four pieces. "Very good, practice slowly, you can split twenty pieces of wood."

That’s it.” After Lu Yanxi finished speaking, he walked out of the kitchen.

"I wonder what makes this old man so awesome? Even the governor is so polite to him. Is he really a cook?" Meng Xiaoan expressed strong doubts. "Forget it, chop these twenty pieces of wood first.

After all, I, Meng Xiaoan, am also a martial arts genius with great potential. I don’t believe that I can’t finish these twenty pieces of wood in one afternoon.” Meng Xiaoan comforted himself, closed his eyes, and moved Lu Yanxi from holding the ax to

The moment it fell, he carefully recalled the choice of strength? Meng Xiaoan thought about this sentence, why could his strength split the wood into two halves and be as neat as a knife, while mine was torn into pieces? Meng Xiaoan

He came out with the wood and tried it several times. It was almost the same as before. Is my idea wrong? Meng Xiaoan stood in front of the wood and looked at the obvious bifurcated line in the middle of the wood. It should be this line.

There is no doubt that this line is in the middle. It cannot be another line. Meng Xiaoan stood up and looked at it with the ax again. This time it was much better than the previous one, not so torn apart. Meng Xiaoan smiled and said,

I got some tips. It turned out that this strength trade-off is like this. When the ax is falling, use six points of strength. Meng Xiaoan tried a few more and finally got the trick. He held the ax with both hands. This time

It only took three points of strength. But that's it. Meng Xiaoan started chopping wood with a satisfied smile on his face.

When I was a child, classmate Meng Xiaoan successfully completed all the characters introduced by Lu Yanxi.

"Okay, not bad. You have basically mastered the choice of strength and know when to exert force." Lu Yanxi walked in and checked Meng Xiaoan's results. With three points of satisfaction, he said, "Come out with me."

Meng Xiaoxin said: "Isn't this old man going to make some messy things for me again?"

I don’t know when there was a large water tank in the center of the backyard.

Lu Yanxi waited for Meng Xiaoan to approach and said, "You can see the water inside."

Meng Xiaoan nodded.

Lu Yanxi said: "Fight it with all your strength."

Meng Xiaoan clenched his fist, held his breath, concentrated all the energy in his body into his right fist, shouted suddenly, and punched it into the large water tank.

The water splashed, but it quickly returned to calm.

"You can kill a cow, but it's not enough." Lu Yanxi said calmly.

Meng Xiaoan smiled and said, "Mr. Lu, why don't you give it a try?" He didn't believe that a person who exercised regularly could not compare to an old man. Lu Yanxi glanced at Meng Xiaoan, smiled, and said, "Okay,

You have seen clearly, please step back." Meng Xiaoan stepped back one meter away from the water tank. Lu Yanxi opened his right palm completely and drew a semi-arc in the water. Then, he shouted loudly, and the veins on his neck bulged.

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The water tank was extremely calm, not even a splash of water came out.

Meng Xiaoan laughed deliberately: "Old man, this, are you..." Before he could say anything, he saw the water tank slowly cracking, and then, with a roar, the water tank cracked.

Lu Yanxi said: "Do you think it's okay now?"

Meng Xiaoan looked at the old man in shock, looking at him with great respect for the first time, slowly giving a thumbs up, and said: "There is a mountain as high as a mountain, I finally know now."

"I'll finish sweeping the garbage first, and then squat here on the road for an hour and a half. The rest is free time."

After Lu Yanxi finished speaking, he left the backyard.

Meng Xiaoan looked at Mr. Lu's back and thought to himself, "Ginger is still hot when he is old. I have seen it today. I guess the Yellow Turban's thunderbolt power is no more than this." Meng Xiaoan first cleaned up the broken water tank.

Then we walked for half an hour under the scorching sun.
Chapter completed!