When Wu Zetian was assassinated that day, Li Chongrun was not present, and the boy was still lying on the ground when the three-bow bed crossbow blocked the arrow, so naturally he never saw the girl holding a long knife.
"Qiniang has met the prince." The girl's voice was very soft and soothing. She didn't look like a martial arts master at all. It was just because she was injured that she couldn't salute, so it was just a blessing.
"You're welcome, Miss Qiniang. I wonder what kind of skills Her Highness Princess wants the boy to come here to learn from the girl today?"
Li Chongrun was very puzzled. What could this delicate girl in front of him teach him? Seeing that the sword was extremely long, slightly longer than the Qianniu Sword held by Qianniu Wei, could it be that he wanted to learn the sword by himself?
"Qi Niang doesn't know how to do kung fu." The girl who claimed to be Qi Niang said very sweetly: "Her Royal Highness the Princess just arranged for Qi Niang to teach the prince some self-protection skills. Qi Niang thought about it, but she just couldn't
I know some killing skills. I just don’t know if the prince is willing to learn them."
"Isn't this Kung Fu?" Li Chongrun asked curiously.
"If the kung fu mentioned by the prince refers to routines and moves, Qiniang has not learned the art of strengthening the body, and the people in their army are even better at it. What she can teach the prince is just how to be beaten and how to hit people.
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"As for those Qinggong skills of flying over the roof and walking over the wall, can a girl know it?" Li Chongrun, as an otaku for two generations, has naturally longed for the scene of Li Mubai flying around in the bamboo forest in Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger.
"Of course we have to rely on the Flying Tiger Claw."
"What about meditating to practice Qi, controlling swords with Qi, and killing people thousands of miles away?" Li Chongrun was still a little unwilling to give up.
"Qi training is a unique skill of Taoism. If the prince wants to cultivate immortality, he can go to Mangshan Qingniu Temple to find the Taoist priest there. It is said to be very effective."
"To overcome hardness with softness, to defeat quickness with slowness, and to use four ounces to overcome a thousand pounds, there are always these things." At this point, Li Chongrun decisively threw out his final bottom line.
"Qiniang does know some ways to relieve stress." Qiniang finally gave an affirmative answer, but before Li Chongrun's expression could soften, she added another blow, "It's just that using softness to overcome hardness and slowness to fight fast, isn't it courting death?
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"The boy is not talented, I hope the girl can teach me." Li Chongrun gave up his struggle and bowed to her honestly. He gave up his martial arts world view cultivated by Jin Yong and the domestic anti-Japanese drama, and prepared to receive a realist education.
"Those who are stronger than you, you have to run faster. Those who are faster than you, you have to be more accurate than them. Those who are more accurate than you, you have to be more ruthless. Those who are faster, more accurate and more ruthlessly than you, you have to run faster than them.
He's fast."
"Isn't it just three words: quick, accurate and ruthless?" Li Chongrun suddenly realized. He didn't expect that his understanding was so high, and he suddenly felt that he seemed to have become a peerless master.
"It's really just four simple words." Qiniang nodded, approving of the little fat man's understanding.
"I think I said three words..." Li Chongrun retorted very carefully.
"Qiniang thinks that the young master is just too embarrassed to say that he ran away. It doesn't matter. If you can't beat him, you will naturally run away. If you can't beat him this time, we will look for another chance. There is no shame in running away, only in dying."
"What the girl said makes sense."
The two of them chatted back and forth for a long time, but Li Chongrun still didn't know why Qiniang brought such a long knife today. Is it possible that he wanted to learn this thing?
Seeing Li Chongrun staring at the long knife in his hand, he raised his right hand and handed the long handle of the long knife to Li Chongrun's eyes. His movements were very graceful and neat, and the handle stopped just an inch in front of Li Chongrun's eyes without any shaking at all.
"Qiniang is injured, so she can only use this stupid method to teach her basic skills. This knife is very long and can magnify the movements. In recent days, the prince has been practicing with this object."
"I wonder what the girl wants the boy to practice?" Li Chongrun took the knife out of curiosity and found that it was very heavy. He pulled out the knife hard and tried to see what was going on, but found that he couldn't pull it out.
"Hold the handle of the knife with both hands and lift the knife. The tip of the knife cannot be shaken. This is called holding the knife. It is the basis." Qiniang arranged it very thoughtfully, but she took out a sprout from the garden.
Willow branches come over.
Li Chongrun felt like he was just lifting a knife. In his previous life, he had been the captain of the Air Force of a fishing group for so many years. Lifting something like a fishing rod was not a piece of cake. It was very easy for him to hold the handle of the knife with one hand.
He raised the long knife.
It's just that the long knife is very long, and a little muscle vibration is transmitted to the tip of the knife, causing the tip of the knife to keep shaking.
Li Chongrun reluctantly grasped the handle of the knife with his left hand, his face turned red from suppressing it, and the tip of the knife did not stop shaking, but the shaking became more intense.
The willow branch gently poked a place behind Li Chongrun's right elbow. Li Chongrun's hand felt sore and softened immediately, and the long knife fell to the ground.
"You can't hold the knife firmly, so naturally you can't say anything accurately. Your Majesty, please continue." Qiniang's always delicate expression revealed a bit of bad taste. "It's just that next time, Qiniang will do it."
You won’t be able to poke it so lightly.”
During the noon break of the next day, Fan Yubi looked very strange at Li Chongrun who was enjoying his meal. "Brother Run, what's going on? Could it be that he was injured when he was kidnapped by kidnappers a few days ago? Why can't he even hold chopsticks?"
Woke up?"
"Don't mention it. The elders in the family hired a master to teach some basic kung fu. But that crazy woman looked so fragile and was really cruel." Li Chongrun grinned and tried for a long time, but his arms were so sore that he couldn't bear it.
He simply threw away his chopsticks. "I won't eat it!"
Wang Rong, who was reading on the side, warmly helped him pick up a chicken leg. He looked at him waiting with his mouth wide open, just like a bird waiting to be fed. He smiled and waved it in front of him.
When he came to bite, he raised it a little higher, as if the cat teasing stick was teasing the kitten.
"Whether I give it or not, it doesn't matter." Li Chongrun's eyes widened. Before he could get angry, Fan Yubi on the side put a piece of fish with chopsticks on it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It's better, Mr. Fan. It's a pity that you are not a woman. If you were a woman, I would definitely marry you in the future."
Li Chongrun glared at Wang Rong angrily, but when he saw Fan Yubi's face turning slightly red, he argued in a low voice: "Who is the woman?"
"Oh, I'm just saying what if. Are you okay? Why are you so moaning today?"
"You're a bitch. Do you still want to eat?"
"Okay, ladies, I hope Mr. Fan has a lot, so I can give the little one a chicken drumstick to eat."
After finishing school in the afternoon, although Li Chongrun was very reluctant, when he saw the princess who picked him up yesterday waiting at the gate of the Imperial College, Li Chongrun suddenly felt that his free days were not as he imagined.
good.
My classmates memorize things like animals every day, but I am not even as good as an animal...
It's just that the princess who accompanied him today did not take him to the venue where he practiced yesterday. Instead, he took him to the study room of the princess's mansion.
A Taoist priest wearing a green Ge robe was waiting there. When he saw Li Chongrun coming in, he saluted enthusiastically.
"Pindao has met His Royal Highness the King of Linzi."
Li Chongrun looked at him and looked vaguely familiar. It seemed that he was the one who came to Shangguan Wan'er's house to see a doctor a few days ago and stabbed his ribs twice. Looking at his very thin face, he suddenly thought that it seemed that Chen Ziang had been with him before.
As I have introduced, this is the second son of the Taishi Ling family of the current dynasty, Daochang Li, who was also an expert in medicine.
"I've met Mr. Li, but I'm injured today and can't salute you. I'd like to thank Taoist Master Haihan."
Li Daochang smiled and stroked his short beard, and smiled in a very fairy-like manner. "That's why Pindao is here. Your Highness the Princess has ordered Pindao to teach you some life-saving skills.
I don’t know much about killing people, but I do know a little about saving people. I think Your Highness already knows that.”
As Li Daochang spoke, he helped Li Chongrun sit down at the desk, put his hands on the desk, pushed his sleeves to his shoulders, and then patted Li Chongrun very gently.
"Yesterday, His Highness practiced Kung Fu for the first time. I think he may have some muscle soreness. I know some acupuncture and stone techniques, so I can teach His Highness."
Taoist Master Li slapped her harder and harder, but the pain in his muscles seemed to be gradually relieved during the slapping, and he felt much more comfortable than before. Li Chongrun said hurriedly: "I hope Taoist Master will give me some advice."
It's just that Daochang Li slapped harder and harder. After carefully slapping his arms back and forth, he pinched the center of Li Chongrun's elbow with both hands and stroked it down hard.
Li Chongrun instantly felt as if his hands had been poured with hot oil, but before he could scream, a very cool feeling was spontaneously released from the muscles of his arms as the hot feeling dissipated.
After waiting for a while, the previous soreness that made me unable to lift my arms had mostly dissipated. Although it was still a bit astringent, it no longer hindered movement.
"Master Li, your medical skills are really good, but do you have to do it so suddenly every time?"
Li Chongrun complained to Daochang Li with a sullen face.
"Good medicine tastes bitter, let alone the art of acupuncture and stone." The Taoist priest smiled and took out a picture: "I just happened to teach the young master the acupuncture points on the arm today."
In this way, Li Chongrun lived a life in which he not only had to recite mountains of poems and books, but also practiced kung fu and studied medical skills every day. Li Chongrun felt more and more that he was no better than an animal.