God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 352 Zhu Yuanyuan

Xu Jingxing looked at the girl who rushed in, and looked back at Zhu Jinliang in surprise.

This turned out to be Zhu Jinliang's granddaughter?

The contrast between the grandfather and grandson is too great.

It's not that he looks down on Zhu Jinliang, it's that Zhu Jinliang's short stature is completely different from his granddaughter's tall stature. If Zhu Jinliang is a big water tank, then the girl in front of her is a slim gardenia.

Zhu Jinliang didn't know what Xu Jingxing was thinking, so he nodded with a smile, "This is the little brother Xu I told you about," and said to Xu Jingxing, "Xiao Xu, this is my granddaughter, Zhu Yuanyuan."

The name is also simple.

While complaining in his heart, Xu Jingxing stood up and greeted with a smile, "Hello, Miss Yuanyuan."

"Are you the super genius my grandfather mentioned?" Zhu Yuanyuan was not afraid of life, and jumped up and down in front of Xu Jingxing, waved after a while, "Come on, do two tricks with me."

Could it be that everyone in this family is martial idiots?
He shook his head helplessly, "I'm not your opponent, and I was raped by your grandpa for two hours just now, I'm too tired."

Zhu Jinliang also pretended to be serious and reprimanded: "Why do you want to compete with someone when you meet? Why don't you go cook for your grandma."

"Cooking is not as interesting as practicing martial arts," Zhu Yuanyuan curled her lips, but she still hopped into the kitchen and said, "Brother Xu, you must challenge me this afternoon."

When Zhu Yuanyuan entered the kitchen, Xu Jingxing asked Zhu Jinliang with a wry smile, "I can now be sure that this is your own granddaughter, who has exactly the same temperament as you."

"Hahaha, of course, if Yuanyuan wasn't a girl, I wouldn't have to bring my kung fu into the coffin," Zhu Jinliang laughed.

"Oh? The girl's family can't learn your true biography?"

"That's not what happened!" Zhu Jinliang nodded regretfully.

"Why? Rules such as passing on sons but not daughters?" Xu Jingxing asked a little puzzled. In his impression, Zhu Jinliang was not the kind of rigid and conservative person. On the contrary, he knew how to be flexible, and even an outsider like himself was willing to teach him. How could it be possible to turn away the granddaughter because of a so-called rule?
Zhu Jinliang shook his head, "Where did you think? I don't want to hand over my kung fu to her because it's really inappropriate. Although my kung fu is the foundation of Xingyi, I also have hard kung fu." He waved his palm like a bear's paw twice, "Do you think she is suitable for learning these skills?"

Thinking that Zhu Yuanyuan's fair and slender palms would turn into bear paws like Zhu Jinliang, Xu Jingxing couldn't help but shuddered, and shook his head hastily, "It's not suitable, it's not suitable, it's absolutely not suitable."

"Haha, that's right," Zhu Jinliang laughed, "So, the inheritance of my kung fu will still fall on you."

Xu Jingxing smiled wryly when he heard the words, but nodded, "Okay, I will do my best to help you pass on this kung fu, but Mr. Zhu, I have agreed in advance that I still have to work to make money , it is impossible to practice martial arts every day."

"Of course I know this. Except for those rich kids who can live very comfortably without working, there are very few people in this society who can practice martial arts regardless. After all, practicing martial arts is still a way out in the old society. In today's society It is almost impossible to support a family by practicing martial arts, and most people rely on hobbies to support them."

When Zhu Jinliang said this, his tone was rather regretful.

However, what Zhu Jinliang said is very reasonable. The most prosperous period of Chinese martial arts was the period in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. Even the term "national martial arts" appeared at that time. Think about the countless masters of martial arts at that time, and compare them with the present. In comparison, that period was really the heyday of warriors.

Of course, the prosperity of warriors is also the chaos of common people.

For craftsmen like Xu Jingxing, the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China were truly a catastrophe. Not only did the level of craftsmanship in that period not develop, but it fell behind a lot. Many key skills were lost during that period.

Therefore, Xu Jingxing said with a smile: "That's right, the development of martial arts in the society is indeed not ideal, but as long as the roots can be preserved, sooner or later it will spread, and a craftsman like me can be said to be a master in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China." After repeated catastrophes, many key skills were lost, but in this peaceful and prosperous age, didn’t they slowly re-grow and germinate?”

Zhu Jinliang nodded: "Why don't I understand this truth? It's just a pity. If I could have been born in that period, I might be able to leave my name in history, and even have a drink with those famous martial arts seniors."

"Hahaha, I can't tell, Uncle Zhu is also a national fan."

"Go, I'm not a fan, you think I don't know the hardships of survival in that period? It's just a little emotional."

"Hey, Mr. Zhu, you are suitable for writing time-travel novels, and it's still about martial arts. If you write your imagination, you will definitely become popular," Xu Jingxing teased with a smile.

But Zhu Jinliang's eyes lit up, "Hey, it's really interesting. I also heard from Yuan Yuan that the novel was written on the Internet, right? What's the name of this website? Can I write it?"

"Yes, why not? Anyone can write as long as they can endure loneliness, as long as they have something to write about. Not long ago, a Taoist priest from Zhongnan Mountain wrote a mysterious novel. It is said that the popularity is not bad."

"Come, come, help me," Zhu Jinliang became interested, but the old man obviously didn't want to make money, but wanted to tell people the martial arts stories he imagined.

Xu Jingxing was secretly amused, but he also seriously helped Zhu Jinliang register an account, download codeword software, collected a bunch of online novel creation essentials and techniques for the old man to refer to, and helped plan the outline and plot. He was also very busy.

Of course, his idea was to use this to distract Zhu Jinliang's energy, so as to save himself from being a "human sandbag".

After working until lunch time, Zhu Jinliang reluctantly got up from the computer. In such a short time, he actually wrote a prologue of more than 2000 words, and discussed the follow-up plot with Xu Jingxing.

Xu Jingxing suddenly realized something was wrong, this old man wouldn't grab himself to write a novel with him, would he?If this is the case, it is better to continue to be a human sandbag.

Being a human punching bag can help you learn some boxing skills, but it doesn't do any good to accompany the old man to write novels.

Fortunately, after going to the dinner table, Zhu Jinliang gradually lost his attention from the novel.

Zhu Jinliang's family's lunch is also very rich, but this richness is not the same concept as that of Zhou Zhenshan's family.

The lunch that Xu Jingxing had at Zhou Zhenshan's house could only be described as luxurious, but the lunch at Zhu Jinliang's house was relatively more intimate.

(End of this chapter)