My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago Chapter 98: Can You Beat the Monkey?

Chapter 98: Can You Beat the Monkey?

As the Spring Festival drew closer day by day, Xu Qing’s martial arts journey was finally on track.

After several postponents, Jiang He finally began teaching him boxing.

Tangshou Quan was called a "fist" technique, but it didn’t use the fists much. It mainly relied on the palm. According to Jiang He, once you mastered the "three sharp points"—the palm, grappling, and leg techniques—you’d basically be ready to graduate.

"Why does it look so ordinary?" Xu Qing asked as he waved his hand.

In her hands, it felt powerful and fierce. In his, it was like an old man brawling. He wasn’t even sure if he could beat the Lightning Five-Strike Whip.

"Tangshou Quan focuses on quick, decisive moves. It’s all about spotting the enemy’s weaknesses and striking a killing blow. Look at this move…"

Jiang He was about to demonstrate when Xu Qing, terrified, quickly shouted, "Wait! I haven’t learned it yet! Don’t use as a guinea pig!"

"…"

"And why would I need to learn a one-hit kill move? You’re afraid I won’t get arrested? What if I end up killing soone in a fight…"

Xu Qing practiced the three moves she just taught him, kicking and punching, then suddenly asked, "If I learn this, can I beat a monkey?"

Jiang He paused, puzzled. "Why do you want to fight a monkey?"

"Just wondering… I guess I could knock them out with one punch." Xu Qing clenched his fist and got motivated again.

Luckily, they were on the first floor. No one would co complaining about the noise from his stomping and kicking. Otherwise, the door might have been knocked down by now.

"Practicing stances helps you commit them to muscle mory. When the moves beco second nature, you’ll know how to exploit the enemy’s weaknesses without thinking. So practice diligently…"

"I know, like how a singer keeps practicing scales and a boxer never stops throwing punches," Xu Qing replied.

He didn’t know much about martial arts, but he was familiar with that principle. That scene where Jet Li punched the pillar in Fearless, saying, "This punch has twenty years of training behind it," used to get him so hyped up he wanted to go find a stone slab and start punching every day.

He spent his mornings doing stance training, evenings practicing his punches, handling his tasks during the day, and at night, watching movies with Jiang He or helping her learn pinyin. Writing movie reviews to maintain his online presence made life feel fulfilling. It almost made him think he was the chosen protagonist, eagerly awaiting so evil organization to co knocking so he and Jiang He could team up to defeat them.

Knock knock knock!

His wild fantasies were interrupted by a knock at the door. Wiping his sweat, Xu Qing opened the door to find Xiao Yan, who ca to play with Winter lon and get so howork help.

"Xu-gege!" she called cheerfully.

"Co on in. Is your grandma out again?" Xu Qing ruffled her hair as she entered.

"Uh-huh!"

Bored at ho, with her grandpa dozing on the couch in front of the TV, she brought her howork down, supposedly to study, but really to play with Winter lon.

"Hi, Jiang He-jiejie!" she called, not shy at all.

"Hello, Xiao Yan," Jiang He greeted her, feeling a bit awkward.

A small change to their otherwise monotonous life.

Seeing Xiao Yan set her books down and run off to hug Winter lon, Jiang He asked, "Do you want an orange?"

"No, I ate lots of apples at ho!" Xiao Yan shook her head, then pouted. "I forgot to bring so down…"

"You don’t need to. We have so too," Xu Qing said with a smile.

"My grandma bought them. They’re huge!"

"I bought huge ones too," Xu Qing laughed.

With a guest around, practice was out of the question. Xu Qing turned to his computer to get so work done.

His recent wuxia confession compilation got double the usual views. Even his later videos with fight scene effects didn’t do as well. He planned to strike while the iron was hot and make another one. Maybe even a series—love, hate, betrayal… He could also cover scumbags and iconic scenes from period dramas, like:

"I think I ca at a bad ti?"

"No, you ca at the perfect ti."

(Three people hugging.jpg)

Xiao Yan, after lecturing Winter lon on losing weight, gently petted it and wandered over to Xu Qing. Seeing him typing out ideas on his docunt, she quickly got bored and ran over to Jiang He.

"Jiang He-jiejie, are you playing a ga?"

"No, I’m working." Jiang He’s fingers flew over the keyboard, grinding dungeons as a blind monk character. Each run gave her a little more hope that her wallet might soon fatten up.

Let’s go! (Aoli gei!)

So people had fard 24 Spring Festival bundles in a month, earning over 9,000 yuan. After Xu Qing did the math for her a few days ago, she felt endless motivation.

9,000 yuan a month! More than Xu Qing earned.

A rich woman’s journey begins with farming.

What Xu Qing didn’t tell her was that those people had over 40 accounts, while she barely had 10.

"Let Winter lon help you with your howork. You haven’t done a single word!" Xu Qing flipped through her howork. It was cleaner than his relationship with Jiang He—absolutely nothing done.

"Winter lon can’t do it."

"Teach it, and it’ll learn."

"Oh."

Xiao Yan considered it, then sat on the couch, opened her math book, and started calculating while chatting with Winter lon.

As night fell, Jiang He finished her grind, stretched, and looked over at Xu Qing working on his laptop, Xiao Yan counting on her fingers, and Winter lon looking miserable. After a mont of quiet, she poured hot water for everyone.

"You should look at her howork. Using your brain helps keep you sharp," Xu Qing said, nodding toward Xiao Yan.

"Really?"

Curious, Jiang He picked up a language workbook. Xu Qing saved his video and went over to check on Xiao Yan’s progress.

"I don’t know these," Xiao Yan pointed to the tricky problems, pulling the reluctant Winter lon back to listen to the explanation.

Xu Qing took the pen and examined her howork. "This one…"

Jiang He held the workbook, stealing glances at Xu Qing patiently helping Xiao Yan. The scene reminded her of the old accountant back in the village, who taught her to read in the sa way.

Except Xu Qing didn’t sigh or grumble, and he knew far more than that old scholar.

By the ti they finished, it was 8 p.m. Xiao Yan reluctantly let go of Winter lon and said goodbye.

"Walk her upstairs," Xu Qing said casually to Jiang He.

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Jiang He paused, then grabbed her coat.

"It’s just a few floors. I won’t get lost," Xiao Yan said.

"I’m just worried you’ll trip and roll down the stairs," Xu Qing teased. "Go on."

Xiao Yan carefully climbed the stairs, afraid of tumbling down like Xu Qing joked. At her door, she knocked loudly.

"Grandma, open the door!"

Cheng Yulan shuffled over, opened the door, and froze briefly upon seeing Jiang He.

"Thank you, jiejie! Bye, jiejie!" Xiao Yan waved.

"You’re welco," Jiang He replied.