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"This is playing badminton. [No pop-up novel website]" Lian Nishang said, "This is a game from Australia. There is a lack of equipment here and only a few people can play it."
Zhuo Yifan saw the people's eyes moving with the ball, running and jumping, and secretly thought that if it was used to practice body skills, it would be great for martial arts.
It's just that the people playing ball are dressed in white, which makes people feel weird. When he was in Lingao, he often saw people wearing white clothes and white trousers, young women wearing white socks, and some even wearing white shoes. If they are said to be Dai Xiao, they are not alike. I don’t know what kind of custom it is.
While watching, the ball suddenly hit the ball and floated gently across the net. The man here couldn't save it quickly and fell to the ground.
"I won!" The people on the other side of the net cheered, but it was a young woman's voice. Zhuo Yifan was startled - he saw that the person on the other side of the net had short hair and two bare legs running around, which was very eye-catching. In addition, it was a man here, so he thought he was also a man.
The man shook his head and said, "I'm old, I'm old." He put the racket under his arm. He took the towel off his neck and wiped away the sweat. The woman on the opposite side bent down and turned around from under the net, trotted to the courtside table, took out a bottle and handed it to the man: "The leader is not old, he is still young." She then took a big towel and put it on the man.
Seeing the young woman's two light brown smooth and strong thighs dangling in front of his eyes, Zhuo Yifan quickly averted his eyes, secretly shouting "Shameless!"
Lian Nishang didn't take it seriously and led him to the aisle next to him. Unexpectedly, the young woman had sharp eyes. When he saw Lian Nishang, he raised his hand and greeted: "Lian Nishang! Lian Nishang!"
Lian Nishang stopped. He greeted: "Yang Min, why are you here?"
The woman also took a big towel and put it on her body, then came over and said: "I accompanied the chief here to see the venue for the school's Spring Cultural Festival. The chief said that the venue here really wanted to practice, so he played a game. "
Zhuo Yifan saw that she was wearing a white cotton round-neck short coat, which was wet with sweat and clung to her body. It seemed that she was wearing nothing underneath, and her chest was even more majestic. As her breathing continued to rise and fall, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. I feel so hot that I don’t dare to look at it anymore.
"Who is this young master?" Yang Min asked with a "malicious" smile when he saw Zhuo Yifan.
"My name is Zhuo Yifan, he's a doctor." Lian Nishang didn't care at all. "He has some martial arts skills. Let's practice with him."
"It doesn't look like..."
I don't know if Yang Min meant that he didn't look like a "doctor" or that he didn't have "some martial arts skills". Fortunately, Yang Min's thoughts were on the "chief", so he said a few words and hurried back. Only then did Lian Nishang and Zhuo Yifan escape.
When Zhuo Yifan heard the other party mention "chief", his heart moved. "Pingkun Minutes" said that "fake Kun" all called "real Kun" "chief". In this way, the man playing ball with Yang Min is a "thief"! Unexpectedly, there is no place to go after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort at all! To confirm this, he deliberately asked:
"Who is this……"
"He's my classmate in the College of Arts and Sciences." Lian Nishang said nonchalantly, "Now he's working as a life secretary for the chief."
"So, the gentleman playing the game is the Australian veteran?"
"Absolutely." Lian Nishang said casually, "She was lucky enough to be selected by the general office. Almost no one was selected this time."
Zhuo Yifan's heartbeat quickened: According to the "Pingkun Minutes", the so-called "life secretary". They are Zhenkun's concubines, maids who live in the same house, and so on. In this case, the real Kun will appear here - this is a big gain!
He couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and quickly glanced at Yang Min again. Remember the face of "Zhen Kun" who was drinking tea out of boredom.
Lian Nishang didn't know the twists and turns in his belly and led him into a corridor. Take a key out of your pocket and open one of the doors.
Inside is a large room, covered with thick straw mats. There are two more doors on the wall to the side.
"Change first, then let's practice..."
What else should Zhuo Yifan do to change his clothes when practicing martial arts? He said, "I don't need it."
"I have to change my clothes." Lian Nishang smiled and entered the small door on the side. When he came out after tea, he had already put on a white shorts jacket.
When Zhuo Yifan entered the gymnasium, he saw that everyone was wearing white. Although he knew that white was not a taboo for Kun Thief and that it was not a mourning dress, he still felt awkward and ominous. Seeing Lian Nishang wearing a white shorts outfit again, with a red belt tied around her waist, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly - what kind of strange customs are these!
Lian Nishang asked: "What's wrong? It doesn't look good?"
Zhuo Yifan was startled, knowing that his expression was exposed, and it would be unsightly to hide it anymore, so he could only say: "It's just a little strange..."
"I know, those who have just arrived here think that we are wearing mourning clothes. No wonder you feel uncomfortable." Lian Nishang said, "It's not bad to talk about mourning clothes. People who come to Lingao from the mainland, if they take it seriously , which family shouldn’t wear mourning for a few years?”
Zhuo Yifan felt that her words were extreme, and he was quite disapproving. Then he deliberately asked, "Fisting, kicking or swordsmanship?"
"Let's start with fists and kicks. I haven't practiced swordsmanship for a long time." Lian Nishang said.
Although Zhuo Yifan specializes in swordsmanship, he also has considerable attainments in boxing and kicking skills - after all, once the sword is unsheathed, it is rare to return without blood. Injury or killing the opponent, although with his sect and family background, it doesn't matter as long as he doesn't get into trouble - it's still a troublesome matter. Therefore, regardless of fists, kicks or swordsmanship, the moves are generally made to leave room for leeway and not to be fatal.
However, as soon as Zhuo Yifan made a move, he realized that the opponent's moves were very different from ordinary fists and kicks: the movements were very fast, almost to the level of instinctive reaction. There were no tricks, they were all straight moves, but the movements were very clever, which was very effective for him. He can quickly get rid of every attack, and he moves extremely quickly. As for the attacks, they were all vicious and ferocious, almost all aimed at defeating the enemy with one move.
Zhuo Yifan was still a little scornful at first, feeling that no matter how skilled a female streamer was, she was still lacking in strength. Unexpectedly, the other party's moves were completely unexpected and swift. They were different from any other Kung Fu he had ever seen, and he couldn't help but get serious.
When he started fighting seriously, his level of martial arts training since he was a child was different from that of someone who had become a monk halfway. What's more, although he was born into a noble family, he was not pampered and raised in the hands of women. After a while, he gained the upper hand, forcing Lian Nishang to retreat continuously with his fists and kicks, and he was already at a disadvantage.
Lian Nishang suppressed her blush and fought back desperately to reverse the situation. However, the woman's strength was limited and she could no longer hold on for a long time. Zhuo Yifan's leg hit her calf, causing the chassis to become unstable and she fell out.
Zhuo Yifan held back his fists and feet. When he saw Lian Nishang falling out, he immediately rolled over. He rolled far away before getting up again. His reaction was very fast.
"Process, concession." Zhuo Yifan said, cupping his fists.
"You're so awesome!" Lian Nishang walked over. Her hair was messy, her breathing was a little urgent, her breasts were undulating, her belt was loose, and her clothes were loose, revealing a small piece of wheat-colored breasts under her neck.
Zhuo Yifan didn't dare to look any further and quickly looked away: "It's just a small trick. It's not worth mentioning."
"Stop being so modest." Lian Nishang's eyes were bright, "You are very capable." She said, tucking the hem of her clothes, "Do you know how to swordsmanship?"
"Somewhat familiar."
"I haven't practiced swordsmanship for a long time, let's give it a try." Lian Nishang said, opening the cabinet next to him, taking out two swords from inside, and throwing one over.
Zhuo Yifan took the sword and felt it was very light. The scabbard is a very ordinary wooden scabbard. I thought it would not be a good sword if placed in a martial arts field. However, when I pulled it out, my eyes lit up: the sword body is made of high-quality steel, and the pattern on the sword is like that This can only be seen on the best Japanese swords. With a flick of the wrist, the sword buzzes, making it both light and tough. I took it in my hand and looked at it carefully, but there was no sharp edge. I couldn't help but secretly cried out that it was a pity: such a good sword, if it had a sharp edge, it would be a fine sword.
"What a great sword."
"This is not a good sword, it's just for practice." Lian Nishang didn't care. Zhuo Yifan looked at the cabinet again. In addition to this kind of sword, there were also several Japanese swords of different lengths and some strange-looking swords - all of which were probably exotic.
"There are quite a lot of things here."
"They are all just for practice." Lian Nishang pulled out his sword and said, "Come on."
This competition became less and less suspenseful. Zhuo Yifan had worked hard to win with his fists and kicks. This time, he was full of energy from the beginning. With a wave of his sword, the sixteen-point sword flower went straight towards him. Unexpectedly, in an instant Lian Nishang was left to falter and was immediately defeated - it could be seen that she had practiced swordsmanship, but she was not very good at it, just a beginner. He couldn't sustain more than a few moves and was hit by several swords in a row.
Zhuo Yifan quickly stopped his sword and said with concern: "You're so abrupt, girl! Doesn't it matter?"
Although it is a sword without an edge, it is not pleasant to be stabbed and scratched continuously. Lian Nishang touched the arm that was hit by the sword and said: "It doesn't matter, your swordsmanship is so good!"
"When I was young, I had to meet an expert to teach me. I have a little skill as a child. I have never put it down." Zhuo Yifan put away his sword, "Practicing medicine also means traveling around the world. How can you do it if you don't have some skills to protect yourself?"
"How's business here?"
"I'm new here, I don't know how to do business..." Zhuo Yifan had already heard Huang Zhen talk about "research", and there was no flaw here.
Lian Nishang put the sword back into the cabinet. Hearing his words, he looked back and burst into laughter: "You are really good at lying."
"Where do you start talking about this?"
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