From the second day, everyone's enthusiasm was also high, Wu Zhigang began to stretch his muscles and bones when he stood on the pile, he finally knew why Zeng Fan was sweating profusely after standing on the pile for half an hour, and at the same time he also found that it was easy to empty himself when he stood with Zhao Lifan, and he was thoughtless, but when he was alone, he always thought about running around.

Zhao Lifan also changed his teaching ideas, in the morning he talked about theories and demonstration skills and methods, and in the afternoon he asked the students to compete with each other and practice the skills and moves learned in the morning, while Zhao Lifan pointed out and corrected their shortcomings.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, and Zhao Lifan not only taught these people offensive and defensive skills, but also handed over the routines of Xingyi Quan to some interested people. On this afternoon, several prison guards walked towards Zhao Lifan, who was correcting Zeng Fan's Yiquan routine, including the prison guard who stood on the guard tower and often watched Zhao Lifan practice, and he was holding a white wax rod in his hand.

"Lifan, we can see their achievements these days, but my brother himself is not greedy, do you think you can bring us with you?" said a prison guard.

"Of course, as long as you have time, come and learn at any time. Zhao Lifan said without hesitation.

"Lifan like this, you play with the gun first, let my brother get over it, how many days have it been, I haven't seen you practice guns, my heart is like a cat scratching. The guard on the watchtower said as he handed over the white wax rod.

Zhao Lifan is also a little moved, in the past ten days, Xingyi Quan and Baguazhang routines have been practiced from time to time because of teaching everyone, but the eight and thirteen guns have not been practiced, one is that there is no time, and the other is not to sweep the playground, there is no stick.

Seeing Zhao Lifan's appearance, the early warning knew that this kid was also greedy, and asked:

"Lifan, can you teach everyone your marksmanship moves?"

"The move is okay!" Zhao Lifan said, but he secretly said in his heart that it was not the method and trick of using internal strength anyway.

Receiving Zhao Lifan's affirmation, the prison guard turned around and shouted to the trainees who were training:

"Come, come here, Instructor Zhao wants to practice a set of marksmanship, see if you are interested, if everyone thinks it is okay, there will be one more project starting tomorrow." ”

Zhao Lifan saw everyone standing in a row, he was standing with a gun, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he realized the three emotions contained in the eight thirteen guns, and suddenly opened his eyes, the cold light was pressing, and the wrist of his left hand turned around, the gun was flat, and he held the tail of the gun in his right hand, and at the same time started to step to the left.

The tip of the gun is on the left, open the front door, Zhongping marksmanship four Yi bin suit, and then leisurely turn ninety degrees, the right hand stabbed out, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air, compass type, jumped to the middle of the air and swept the gun body, and when it landed, three shots were fired in a row, which was the ambush on all sides of the group attack move of eight thirteen guns.

As the moves were gradually used, the three emotions of anger, sadness, and thought became more and more prevalent, and the students and prison guards who watched were affected by this emotion, as if they thought of the past, and then their emotions were amplified, some were worried, some were angry, and some were in tears, and Zeng Fan's facial expression was the richest.

Maybe it was because he hadn't practiced the gun for a long time, Zhao Lifan felt the joy of the grid, after the last move Qinglong swung his tail, Zhao Lifan jumped into the air, and the white wax rod shot out like an arrow, which was a loose gun throwing style of eight thirteen guns, and all kinds of emotions in his chest were discharged.

At this moment, Zeng Fan's emotions seemed to have reached the peak, his eyes were red, and he shouted "kill", and then the white wax rod thrown by Zhao Lifan slammed into the iron guard of the fitness equipment next to him, and everyone woke up like a dream.

Looking at the wooden stick that was still vibrating on the iron plate, everyone gasped, and Zhao Lifan also secretly said in his heart:

"The power of internal strength is really extraordinary. ”

And Zeng Fan also woke up, she slowly walked to the side of the fitness equipment, pulled out the white wax rod, stared at the black holes on the iron guard plate and didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly turned her head to look at Zhao Lifan, her eyes were full of blazing color, of course, Zeng Fan was not the only one with blazing eyes.

Looking at everyone's eyes, Zhao Lifan explained:

"The reason why the wooden stick can penetrate the iron plate is because I use internal strength, and the Xingyi boxing routines and standing piles that I have taught you in the past few days can be practiced with internal strength, I have practiced Xingyi boxing for more than ten years to have today's achievements, and I believe everyone can do it. ”

Hearing Zhao Lifan say that it has been more than ten years, those blazing eyes have all recovered, and at the same time, thinking of Zhao Lifan's previous words, he secretly decided that when he meets someone with internal strength, he still has to pay attention to strategy and can't come hard.

Zeng Fan didn't seem to hear Zhao Lifan's words, he held the white wax rod tightly, and looked at Zhao Lifan's eyes more and more enthusiastic.

At the end of the afternoon training, everyone left one after another, discussing how to get a few white wax rods tomorrow, although everyone heard that the fire in their hearts was extinguished a lot after more than ten years, but Zhao Lifan's amazing marksmanship shocked them too much, in case he was a genius, it would not take more than ten years.

Everyone still remembers the power of this set of marksmanship, but after waking up, they ignored the changes in their emotions, even if they had doubts, they would not think of marksmanship, but there was one exception, after there was basically no one on the playground, Zeng Fan walked in front of Zhao Lifan, handed over the white wax rod, stared at Zhao Lifan's eyes and asked:

"Little master, your marksmanship just now can affect everyone's emotions, right?" This is the first time Zeng Fan has taken the initiative to greet her recently, and Zhao Lifan has been looking for her before.

"Thank you!" Zhao Lifan took the white wax rod and continued:

"That's right! This is the real power and anti-heaven of the eight-step thirteen guns, its power is not only related to internal strength, but also related to the integration of emotions. "Zhao Lifan has nothing to hide from Zeng Fan.

"Eight steps and thirteen shots?" Zeng Fan lowered his head and muttered to himself, then raised his head suddenly, and said:

"Little master, you must teach me marksmanship this time, okay?"

Zhao Lifan stared at Zeng Fan for a long time, and Zeng Fan also looked at him without avoidance.

"Yes! I'll give you all the money. Looking at the sadness and resentment in Zeng Fan's eyes, Zhao Lifan finally said.

In the next few days, there were people practicing boxing and guns on the playground of the prison, Zhao Lifan would practice marksmanship every morning, and the others were nothing, except Zeng Fan was near him every time Zhao Lifan practiced guns, doing nothing, just quietly experiencing something.

After more than ten days, the remaining training time of this group of students is not a few days, and they have undergone earth-shaking changes, which is inseparable from their hard work, and also inseparable from Zhao Lifan's guidance and standing piles every morning.

Compared with the love of Xingyi boxing, everyone has lost interest in marksmanship at the beginning, because they found that it is not very useful, and Zhao Lifan's practice is completely different, so they all slowly gave up, only Zeng Fan has been persistent, and now the routine has been proficient, Zhao Lifan is teaching her the variation of the pace and the loose gun, set of guns.

"Lao Wang, what's wrong?" When the two students were practicing against each other, the older one suddenly turned red, and then coughed violently.

"Ahem~It's okay!Ahem~ Choked on the cool breeze, I'm sick~Ahem~" Lao Wang squatted on the ground, coughing out of breath, and his face became redder and redder.

Zhao Lifan walked over and touched Lao Wang's pulse, his face was slightly solemn, and his right hand pressed a few times on several acupoints on Lao Wang's back, and Lao Wang's symptoms immediately improved a lot.

"Instructor Zhao, do you know how to heal?" one of the students asked.

"I know a little bit about Chinese medicine. Zhao Lifan helped Lao Wang up, and asked for some acupuncture needles from the prison guard, Zhao Lifan bought a lot of acupuncture needles in order to learn acupuncture and moxibustion, but the prison could not let him put him in the cell, and he received as much as he needed every day.

Everyone helped Lao Wang to the consultation room in the lobby of the administrative building, at this time Lao Wang's cough intensified, Zhao Lifan grabbed Lao Wang's left arm with one hand, and two slender needles pierced directly into Lao Wang's Lieqi and Hegu two acupoints, Lao Wang's cough immediately stopped, and Zhao Lifan pierced a long needle in Lao Wang's foot three.

Seeing that Zhao Lifan was coughing to death just now after a few stitches, Lao Wang immediately stopped coughing, and everyone's eyes when they looked at Zhao Lifan not only changed, but several prison guards knew that Zhao Lifan was studying medicine, but they didn't expect his medical skills to be quite high.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Lifan pulled out the acupuncture needle, he told Lao Wang that his cough was caused by the cold invading his lungs, because it had dragged on for a long time, and now it was more serious.

Next, Zhao Lifan pierced an acupuncture needle into Lao Wang's lungs, because there were no people around who knew how to do internal strength, Zhao Lifan had no scruples, and transferred the fire attribute true qi into Lao Wang's body to regulate his lungs, Lao Wang felt a stream of heat pouring in from his back, sometimes scorching and stimulating, sometimes warm and abnormal.

Because Zhao Lifan's true qi is not very abundant, even if it is an acupuncture needle, he is sweating profusely after fifteen minutes.

The next day, Lao Wang excitedly told Zhao Lifan that he didn't cough when he slept last night, and the old problem that had tormented him for several years showed signs of improvement, which made him very happy, and Zhao Lifan also told him that he would give him acupuncture and moxibustion conditioning every day in the next few days, and when the training was over, he would be prescribed a prescription, and it should be no problem.