At around four o'clock in the morning the next day, the rooster crowed, and Jiang Jiahao woke up leisurely.
He looked at the ceiling in confusion, feeling full of energy, and wondered: "I didn't have any nightmares last night, and I actually slept until dawn?"
How long has it been, at least two or three months?
When Jiang Jiahao closes his eyes every night, nightmares come one after another, and he is awakened by nightmares almost every night.
He was used to the fact that it was still dark every time he woke up, and it was still dark when he fell asleep and woke up again, and then fell asleep and woke up again, and woke up again and slept again, until it was dark.
Jiang Jiahao was still a little unaccustomed to this sudden peaceful night's sleep and being woken up by the crowing of roosters in the early morning.
After tidying up the bedding, Jiang Jiahao opened the door to the wing and breathed in the freshest air in the morning. He glanced around and saw Zhang Jing walking in the yard.
Zhang Jing's posture is very standard, her little face is extremely serious, her arms are raised flat, the backs of her hands are upward, and there are small porcelain dishes filled with water on the backs of her left and right hands.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Zhang Jing became a little more distracted. Her body shook slightly. The small porcelain plate on the back of her hand tilted and was about to fall to the ground, but she caught it firmly.
Feeling the water wet her trouser legs, Zhang Jing sighed quietly, turned her head, took off an eye patch, looked at Jiang Jiahao, and said hello with a smile.
"You woke up very early. Were you tired last night? You've been snoring all night. Do you need me to give you some anti-snoring medicine?"
"Am I snoring?"
Jiang Jiahao was about to say hello to Zhang Jing, but his expression was startled when he heard this, showing confusion. He never snores.
"Yeah, it's very loud."
Zhang Jing covered her mouth and snickered, put the small porcelain plate on the stone table aside, took a long stick, and started playing stick tricks in the yard, which made Jiang Jiahao's eyes brighten.
He just leaned against the door frame, watching Zhang Jing play with a set of sticks, applauding and laughing: "It's really amazing."
Zhang Jing performed a trick with a stick, her face was not red and she was out of breath, and she continued to strut her horse. Hearing this, she curled her lips and responded: "Stop teasing me, grandma said, I can't even get started with these eight sections of brocade." Woolen cloth."
Jiang Jiahao was stunned when he heard this and asked subconsciously: "Master Zhang knows kung fu?"
Zhang Jing frowned and said doubtfully: "Grandma, she probably can't..."
"What does "should" mean? Master Zhang doesn't know Kung Fu, so how can he teach you Kung Fu?"
Jiang Jiahao came to Zhang Jing's side, took the wooden stick and weighed it a few times, and moved a few meters away from Zhang Jing. He recalled Zhang Jing's stick-playing posture in his mind and began to imitate it.
"Grandma has read a lot of books and is teaching me a novice like me... Hey, you studied secretly? What you learned is a bit nondescript. Do you want me to teach you?"
Zhang Jing stood upright with her left leg and raised her right leg. She came up in an upright herringbone position and placed a small porcelain dish filled with water on the sole of her right foot.
She turned her body and waved her fists, as if she was practicing some kind of boxing technique, but her posture was quite weird.
She was not wearing a blindfold at the moment, and when she saw Jiang Jiahao playing with a stick, looking like he was stealing from his master, she smiled and joked, but then her smile turned stiff.
The expression on her face also changed from surprise to shock, and she swallowed furiously. She didn't speak until the small porcelain plate fell from the soles of her feet and was caught by her.
"Oh my god, what kind of monster are you?"
"It took me three years of practice to get started with the Ba Duan Jin. Just look at it once, and... just... Grandma, I discovered a monster!"
Zhang Ling had already gotten up and washed herself, and was cooking porridge in the kitchen.
After hearing this, she left the kitchen on crutches and stood there quietly, her ears twitching non-stop.
After a long time, a smile appeared on Zhang Ling's lips, and she turned back to the kitchen. Only one sentence came: "It's not that I'm a monster, it's that you are too stupid."
"Grandma!" Zhang Jing rubbed the water on her head and stomped her feet angrily. She looked at Jiang Jiahao playing with a stick, and muttered with her mouth raised angrily.
"Big monster, I don't believe you can learn Baguazhang!" After saying this, Zhang Jing showed off her special skills as if she was angry.
Zhang Jing, who was only sixteen years old, put away her playful expression at this moment, and her slender body exuded an indescribable aura of chill.
Jiang Jiahao felt murderous and stopped practicing subconsciously. He quietly watched Zhang Jing practice Baguazhang, his pupils kept shrinking, and he murmured in his heart: "Is this really just a sixteen-year-old girl?"
"If Jiang Jian or Zhang San confronts her, I'm afraid they will be completely tortured. How on earth could a blind goddess who doesn't know martial arts teach such an excellent Zhang Jing?"
"Is Zhang Ling really the descendant of Poseidon as those pilgrims said? He is not a mortal, he only came to the world to endure calamities?!"
"No, Grandpa Mao taught us that we are not allowed to become spirits after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Maybe she just knows better..."
Master Zhang Ling is like an indescribable mystery. The closer Jiang Jiahao gets, the more awe he feels from the bottom of his heart.
This kind of awe comes from her kindness and her omnipresent mystery!
Zhang Jing only hit a set of palm skills once, then pinched her waist, raised her chin proudly, and squinted at Jiang Jiahao, that means, you are here to learn it secretly!
"Haha~" Jiang Jiahao was amused by Zhang Jing's cute expression and put the stick aside casually.
He recalled Zhang Jing's every move in his mind, made a few gestures, closed his eyes and stood there, understanding it carefully.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Jiahao opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and made a Baguazhang hand gesture, which refreshed Zhang Jing who was waiting on the side.
The next moment, Jiang Jiahao struck out with a palm and swept his feet. Some dust on the ground was blown into the air, floating up and down around Jiang Jiahao as if it had slowed down countless times.
The second palm struck out, and the slight palm wind stirred up some dust. Jiang Jiahao frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with his action, and repeated the two palms again, which actually caused a real palm wind.
The next moment, Jiang Jiahao was centered on the same spot, practicing Baguazhang. His body movements were getting faster and faster, and in the end, both palms were like phantoms.
Zhang Jing stood there with a dull expression, her eyes were filled with disbelief as well as disbelief, and she murmured: "How is it possible, how is it possible, he actually hit the palm wind."
"Didn't Grandma say that Baguazhang's palm style is already at entry level? I've been practicing for eight years, but it's still not as strong as his half-hour palm style."
"Oh my god, are there really martial arts wizards in this world? Can he kill a cow with this palm of his hand?"
"Enjoyed, is this the difference between martial arts and wild roads? I feel so strong!"
One session of Baguazhang felt that it was not enough, so Jiang Jiahao played it a second time, a third time, and a fourth time. He gradually stopped until his arms became a little numb.
The expected sweaty scene did not appear. Jiang Jiahao only felt that his current condition was surprisingly good. His eyes lingered on his hands and the corners of his mouth curved.
In the past, I relied on instinct when fighting. I used as much strength as I could with each punch and palm. I never thought that strength could be used like this?
Jiang Jiahao felt more and more that staying in the Shentang temporarily was really the wisest choice. After just one night, he encountered so many surprises.
"What are you so happy about? You're playing so-so. Compared to me, it's far behind."
Zhang Jing watched Jiang Jiahao finish playing Baguazhang, then stood there and giggled, turned around and continued walking, his voice as sour as possible.
Jiang Jiahao nodded in agreement: "Indeed, my fighting style relies on my own strength, which is very different from yours."
Watching Zhang Jing continue to stride forward, Jiang Jiahao suddenly felt that this little girl was a treasure. He was ready to dig into it, and there would definitely be a big surprise!
Jiang Jiahao's modesty caused Zhang Jing to smile proudly and said, "Let's compete in horseback riding. If you beat me, I'll teach you how to nourish your qi."
"The evil energy in your body is too strong, and it will be harmful to your body over time. Learning a Qi-nurturing skill can purify your negative emotions. It's awesome."
"I'm telling you, my Qi-nourishing Kung Fu is unique to my grandma, and no one has taught it to me except me."
"Hey, don't worry, I haven't timed it yet!"
