Wang Jingya's voice became softer as she spoke.

He opened his mouth slightly and was stunned on the spot.

She saw Zhang Kun standing on the "chicken step pile". He was breathing heavily and motionless. If he wasn't paying attention, he would be mistaken for a tree or a piece of grass.

Standing next to the camphor tree, it doesn't look out of place at all.

What's strange is that he squinted his eyes slightly and looked relaxed.

The sunlight was faintly reflected on his face, which was slightly rosy. It was completely different from the pale complexion he said.

Is this a stance?

People who didn't know better thought he was just enjoying the killing intent.

'Qi and blood flow through the whole body, and there is no stagnation in any place.'

In this case, it is obvious that one has a deep understanding of the three flavors of Zhuangfa and has come to feel it.

It is also called the "correct pile method". If you stand for a long time, you can increase your power, strengthen your body, strengthen your foundation, and your strength and speed will increase.

This is also the true meaning of practicing martial arts.

It can really increase your skills.

How long did it take for you to reach this point?

It seems like half a month, or a month?

'What a genius.'

Wang Jingya didn't say anything, and she didn't bother to practice boxing anymore. She just sat on a tree stump and waited quietly.

'I don't believe it anymore. It's my first time to learn Zhuang Gong. Let's see how long you can stand. It's useless just to have good understanding. You also need to be patient and able to endure your temper. Zhuang Gong is like life, from bitter to sweet, and then from bitter to sweet.

From sweet to bitter, in the end the clouds are calm and the wind is light...'

One stick of incense and time passed.

Half an hour passed.

An hour passed.

Zhang Kun was still standing quietly in the corner of the front yard like a tree.

The shouts and fights coming from far away, as well as the bustle of people coming and going, did not disturb him at all.

Wang Jingya sighed and finally understood that people are actually different.

Just like myself, when I was a child, I had a thick frame and was much stronger than ordinary people. When I grow up, I am also tall and strong. In terms of martial arts, I am much stronger than others.

However, in terms of women's fashion, such as embroidery and tailoring, it is a bit shameful.

"Okay, you shouldn't stand for too long for the first time. I heard from my father that the human body has limited potential. If you consume too much, it will not only be useless, but also harmful to the body... From now on, practice morning and evening until you feel uncomfortable."

Since Zhuang Gong is gong, in order to strengthen the body, of course it has to consume something.

People who usually practice martial arts don't ask for detailed explanations. They just do what the master teaches.

Wang Jingya is not a person who doesn't know how to think. She also estimates that the power of standing up and strengthening her body is probably derived from food and medicine, some essence in the blood.

Too much is not enough, and if you practice it for a long time, it will be harmful to your body.

"It's very comfortable. When I stand in the back, whenever I feel tired, it feels like there are ants crawling in my flesh and blood, and then I gain strength, as if I can keep standing."

Zhang Kun stopped, stood up, and said in surprise.

This is something that has never happened before in Sanda training.

He quietly looked at the attributes and found a Liuhequan (disabled) sign on the panel, which could not be improved yet.

He probably only practiced Zhuang Kung Fu, but not boxing yet. Therefore, he can’t be considered a beginner.

"Come practice boxing with me tomorrow. With your talent, you will probably learn it very quickly. As for the sword skills, wait until you pass the escort test. When the time comes, I will ask my father to teach you personally."

Wang Jingya felt a little embarrassed and hesitated for a moment.

Zhang Kun looked thoughtfully at her frighteningly thick arms, and then he understood a little bit.

It's a shame that this arm doesn't use a hammer.

On the battlefield, he is a fierce general.

"Yes, I use a hammer, an eight-edged purple gold hammer, to hit a ball of meatloaf. Why, do you look down on people who use hammers?"

Wang Jingya actually guessed what he was thinking.

"No, the hammer is good, the hammer is powerful."

Zhang Kun quickly agreed, fearing that she would ask him to follow her to learn the hammer, the painting style was too weird, and asked: "Do you have to become a bodyguard to learn the sword?"

"Well, since I'm not an escort, I can't speak easily. Besides, if you ask someone to teach you, I'm afraid I'll delay you."

This remark not only points out in a subtle way, but even an escort agency actually pays attention to status.

The most important thing is that Wang Jingya feels that Zhang Kun's talent is too strong. If anyone else except her father comes to teach Liuhe Dao, she is worried that she will ruin the good talent.

I would like to ask, among the Yuanshun Escort Agency, who has a better understanding of sword techniques than the Big Sword King Wu?

Wang Jingya believed that she was the one who invited Zhang Kun to the escort agency, and she must be responsible to the end.

"That's it for today. Come tomorrow morning to learn boxing. Do the thirty-six movements."

The two exchanged a few words and then arrived at the door, where they walked towards each other.

One is Luo Qi, whom I met yesterday at the signing room, and the other is a tall, thin man in his thirties, with two Emei thorns on his shoulders, and a dusty face.

Luo Qi greeted with a smile: "Xiaoya, you really teach your apprentice carefully. He is already so old. If he wants to learn Zhuang Kung Fu and become a bodyguard, the year of the monkey has passed..."

This, of course, means that Wang Jingya has misunderstood. Being able to play at a low level is nothing, as her foundation is not strong and her future is limited.

It’s too late to make up lessons.

"Call me Wang Jingya, what about escort Luo? Do you want to spar with me?"

"There's no point in fighting you. If you want to teach me, just teach him, as long as you're happy with it." Luo Qi reached out and stepped aside without even looking at Zhang Kun.

When the two of them walked away, Luo Qi's smile faded and his face became gloomy.

"Brother Qi, she is the daughter of the chief escort chief after all. Why are you fighting with her? Isn't it just a quota for an escort? It doesn't matter..."

Next to him, Qiu Yulin was a little puzzled. He had just sent a message escort, and the escort agency handed over the order.

"Brother, you have been outside these days and don't know anything. The situation is getting more and more serious now.

Take a look at the Huiyou Escort Bureau. Not only are the escorts under it very famous in the world, but they can always find a way to get a job.

If you are lucky, you may even reach level 5 guerrilla.

As for us, things were better before... Ever since Mr. Wang became obsessed with meddling in the reform, Yuanshun has been targeted.

Master and the others don’t say it openly, but they must be unwilling in their hearts.”

"Yes, the reform is like a pit of fire. This is digging the foundation of Daqing.

Although Lafayette did not express his position, everyone knows that there are heavy rains and strong winds brewing in the depths. When the time comes, our escort agency..."

Qiu Yulin touched the Emei thorn on his shoulder, frowned, and looked unhappy: "When we defected to Yuanshun, we all saw that the escort agency would be prosperous and we would have a good future in the future.

However, now it seems that it is too dangerous."

"Exactly, the chief escort has his own way, and our words have no weight. However, I just can't bear to see the father and daughter making friends with some so-called Westernizers who talk so much. I don't even look at the situation in North Korea and China, and offend so many people with one blow.

Can it be good?"

Luo Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at Qiu Yulin: "The three heads of Jigongshan want to enter the city to do business.

"How can our brothers be polite, what do I want to do?"

Qiu Yulin laughed indifferently.

Jigongshan is not far from the capital. It is a bandit. In the folk, this kind of mountain thief's face is called Green Forest.

Of course, they can't stay on the mountain all the time, grabbing silver, and they want to spend a bit on weekdays and enjoy it. Therefore, they will enter the city.

Under normal circumstances, accompanied by the dartgle division with a friendship.

The darts are widely human, and they have something to do with the official side. You can say hello in advance. No one will catch the thief.

During the time of entering the city, the dart division will accompany them. On the one hand, do you not cause trouble. Then, make a good relationship and make friends ...

When the darts pass through the cottage in the future, the other party will not be stalk from it, let alone robbing darts.

The relationship is good, and the darts all the way will not only be scared, but will be helped.

Therefore, some people say that rivers and lakes are not beating and killing, but human affection.

If you fight all the way, no matter how strong you are, you may lose your hands.

After the losing dart, the loss of money is small, and the reputation is big, and the business will not be easy to do in the future.

More serious, even life was lost.

"When the boy just entered the dart, we were stuck by us and did not become a dart division. Now as a player, you cannot refuse the dart mission. Then you transfer him to his Majesty and make a good discussion. Let him let him.

Understand that doing things in the dart is not so easy. "

There was a hint of cold in Luo Qi's eyes.

"I see."

Qiu Yulin nodded and agreed.

He was born in Bashu and learned the Emei cross attacker.
Chapter completed!