Looking at classmate Wang Xiaoya, with a satisfied smile, walking the old master's square steps from behind.
Zhang Kun looked even weirder and couldn't help but shuddered.
"Could this guy be a masochist? The more he gets beaten, the happier he gets..."
Thinking of the dragon energy that the other party had just contributed, Zhang Kun felt the desire to go up and beat her up.
pity.
Can't beat it.
After finally getting rid of this strange thought from his mind, he turned around and found that Li Xiaowan was looking at him curiously, tilting his head.
"What are you looking at, there's dust on my face?"
"Cousin, what does masochism mean? Do you mean Miss Ya?" Li Xiaowan blinked with big eyes.
"No." Zhang Kun quickly covered her mouth.
I heard that people who practice martial arts have very good ears, but I have no sign of this. Maybe Wang Jingya has trained her ears to the point of martial arts. After all, she is a master in the bone forging realm.
"Children, don't pry around or talk nonsense. I heard that women who talk too much will not grow taller."
"Oh, I know."
Li Xiaowan rolled his eyes but didn't ask any more questions.
The two of them ate lunch in a hurry, and Li Xiaowan was going to Anrentang to continue his promising job as a medicine-grabbing apprentice.
The rice basket will be placed at the Yuanshun Escort Agency and will be taken home after Zhang Kun finishes his martial arts practice.
Maybe it was because the boxing lesson was over, but Wang Jingya didn't show up in the afternoon, and she didn't know what she was busy with.
Without the invisible intimidation of that huge figure, this quiet place would not be so quiet.
Zhang Kun only practiced for a short while, and some waiters and handymen would come to take a look from time to time, and talk to him either kindly or maliciously.
'It seems that nothing will happen this afternoon, and it's time to get off work. '
There is no 9-to-5 system in this era, especially the Yuanshun Escort Agency, which has very loose restrictions on its escorts and escorts.
It is only required to answer questions at the escort office in the morning, but there are no requirements for other times.
Because there were so many people coming and going, Zhang Kun felt a little uncomfortable while practicing boxing. After thinking about it, he simply went home with the bamboo basket.
It would be more comfortable to make a cup of tea, read a few pages of a book, and practice boxing in your backyard.
There was no one in the backyard to disturb him. Zhang Kun smashed the Liuhe Quan at the proficiency level and the Sanda at the proficiency level into pieces, imagining various opponents appearing in front of him, punching and kicking, changing his body shape, and leaping and fluttering.
Sometimes he lies low, sometimes he rises up, leans back, and rolls...
The body is as nimble as a civet cat and as ferocious as a liger.
"I've heard in the past that some fighting masters usually train by imagining the appearance of enemies and practice actual combat, which is very helpful for improving their own strength. It turns out to be true."
After practicing this for a while, I visualized some opponents that I had seen and some that I had never seen in my mind. Zhang Kun discovered that his boxing skills had indeed made some subtle progress.
"So, dragon energy points improve martial arts from a fundamental level and provide a higher foundation. The real power that can be exerted depends on the specific application."
What you get on paper is shallow, but you know that you have to do it in detail.
That’s it.
Zhang Kun knew that his speed, strength and defense had all improved.
His boxing skills have also reached a level of proficiency, and he can instinctively use various attacking and killing moves.
This doesn't mean everything.
The same attack move, such as shooting a halberd from the gate, no matter how good the attack is and how fast the shot is...but under different circumstances, the power of the shot is different.
This involves the distance in space, the deformation of the body, and the timing of the action.
Choosing the best response method is the meaning of actual combat.
The body is the foundation and boxing is the tool.
The beauty of application lies in one mind.
Thinking of when Wang Jingya was teaching boxing, one or two good words of wisdom came out from time to time. The more Zhang Kun thought about it, the more he felt he had endless aftertaste.
Just punching and kicking like this, time passed quickly until the sky dimmed.
He moved for a moment, feeling slightly palpitated.
"I seem to have forgotten something?"
Zhang Kun frowned slightly, his eyes slightly cold.
"Xiaowan, you haven't come back yet."
"Could it be that something is holding you back, or...
A few days ago, because I was learning Zhuang Kung Fu, the task of learning boxing was a bit heavy. Wang Jingya not only taught me seriously, but also accompanied me throughout the whole process.
Zhang Kun also practiced seriously and would not go home until it got dark.
Every time when I get home, the oil lamp has been lit, the house is clean, and when I open the door, I can smell the delicious food.
Anrentang is very close to Yuanshun Escort Agency, and not far from where they live.
Li Xiaowan would calculate the time every day, return to the house, and prepare the meals.
As soon as Zhang Kun gets home, he will have hot meals.
However, this is not the case today.
"When things go wrong, there must be a monster."
Zhang Kun couldn't remember who had said it before. Often, a person thinks of the worst outcome in his heart. Then, things are likely to develop in this direction.
Not daring to be careless, he hurriedly put on his outer robe, opened the front door, and stepped silently into the long street.
At this time, there were no pedestrians on the street.
As soon as it gets dark, shops and houses will close early.
Only sparse oil lamps were lit, and through the yellow paper window lattice, one could vaguely see the road.
High in the sky, the waning moon reflected the mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
There was a little humidity in the air, and a hint of coldness.
Zhang Kun ran faster and faster, his body slightly lowered, like a light leopard running in the forest in the dark night.
This is a skill that comes naturally after mastering Liuhe Boxing.
You can use all his 14 points of agility.
Then go through a 30-meter-long alley and turn the corner, and you will find Anrentang.
Zhang Kun followed Li Xiaowan here once and recognized the face of the medical clinic.
He also knew that Anrentang's business had always been very good, and it would close before dark.
It makes no sense to stop working at this time.
Just as he was about to step into the alley, Zhang Kun suddenly stopped.
The figure went from extreme movement to extreme stillness without making any sound...
He didn't enter the alley, just hid on the side, reached out to touch the wall, secretly used force, and dug out half of the broken brick.
Then, stretch out half of your palm and exert force.
The bricks drew a light arc and landed in the center of the alley with a clang.
A cock crows and a dog barks.
I also heard the sound of breaking wind.
Buzzing…
Chichi!
After a while, a faint fire suddenly lit up in the alley.
The fire was bright, and the shadows swayed under the light.
"No one is there. Did a brick fall off the wall?"
Someone asked softly in confusion.
"Didn't you say that that person would pass by in the alley at this time every day? Mumu, you're not lying to me, are you?"
Zhang Kun peeked out half of his face and narrowed his eyes to prevent his vision from reflecting the firelight, which would make people alert.
Under the flickering light of the torch, he could see clearly that there were six or seven people far and near in the alley.
The three closest ones, holding ghost-headed knives in both hands, were guarding both sides of the alley entrance.
Half-twisting his waist, he held up the Ghost Head Sword, gathering strength and waiting.
Farther away, there are two archers, half kneeling on the ground, bows and arrows, looking towards the entrance of the alley with burning eyes.
There is still a trace of blue light on the arrow, which must be quenched with poison.
