Chapter 64: The Theory of the Uselessness of Kung Fu

When they met again, He Bangwei found that the face of the girl in front of him was much better than before.

Although his body was still a little thin, there was more blood on his face.

The place where the two met was in Swan Lake, and it was still a weekend, which was the time when Momo School was out of class.

Xiao Han's white practice clothes were a little wide on Momo's body, and the cuffs fluttered in the wind, and it was still a little chilly at this point in mid-March.

But soon, the chill disappeared without a trace with Ho Bangwei's decision to take her around the lake.

There are about 3 in the circle of Swan Lake. For 5 kilometers, Li Momo did not follow He Bangwei's rhythm - just ran according to his usual running rhythm. When she came down in a lap and stood in front of He Bangwei, who was already waiting for her at the finish line, she only gasped slightly.

This is much stronger than last time, He Bangwei praised in his heart.

Finding a vacant land with few people, he turned his head to Li Momo, who had been silent, and said, "I plan to teach you some... Well, national arts. ”

Hearing this, Li Momo, who had been expressionless, was finally moved, from the last time she mentioned it to the present, it has been two weeks, she started running in the morning, came back to run in the evening, and went out to run on the weekend, and now she can finally learn the national arts?

She was about to ask, when she suddenly saw He Bangwei bullying her body with an arrow, holding her arm heavily with both hands, and couldn't help but say angrily: "What are you doing!" ”

He Bangwei pinched the girl's two thin arms, swiped them from wrists to shoulders, and then made the girl carry it with a little effort, pressed the index finger from the shoulder blade to the spine and lumbar spine, and then let go.

Li Momo took a few steps forward, turned his head and glared, this ploppy martial artist! This scoundrel reckless!

Seeing that her eyes were so angry, He Bangwei gently explained: "Look at your bone talent." ”

Splash Vuf! Scoundrel and reckless! Splash Vuf! Scoundrel and reckless! Seeing that he didn't make any further moves, Li Momo cursed a series of curses in her heart. A few more steps back.

He Bangwei was a little speechless when he saw that she was defending herself like a wolf, and wondered if this kind of master-apprentice relationship was too strange.

But as long as the purpose of teaching her is achieved, it doesn't matter what happens, He Bangwei turned around and looked at the blue waves of Swan Lake, and had already checked her bones just now. Now consider what to teach her first.

Li Momo glared at the man in front of him for two minutes, and when she saw that he didn't look back, she couldn't help but say, "Hey, teach." ”

He Bangwei asked while thinking: "Guoshu, Guoshu, Guoshu, what do you want to learn?" ”

Li Momo rolled his eyes, thinking that he wanted to test himself, so he said according to what Xiao Han had mentioned: "Isn't Guoshu claimed to only kill people, not perform, just like that." ”

I saw the man suddenly look back at himself. Her gaze was a little unfathomable, and the girl felt a chill in her heart and took a step back.

This terrible gaze did not last long, and the man turned back to look at Swan Lake again.

There was silence between the two for two minutes, and He Bangwei spoke, his voice a little erratic: "Well, only kill people and don't perform." Actually, it doesn't matter what it's called, well...... "Killing people makes sense."

What is this ploppy warrior doing? Li Momo was first grabbed by his arm and touched it, and then was startled by his eyes. I didn't dare to speak for a while, so I moved my steps and stood in the sun.

There will be no wind, the spring sun shines softly on her body, and Li Momo feels much better.

The voice of the Splashy Martial Arts continued to come, "Baguazhang, Tai Chi, and Wing Chun are all a kind of national arts. Li Momo listened a little eagerly, my brother just wanted to learn this, and then the man's voice changed-"I don't know any of this." ”

Li Momo: "......"

In the past two weeks, He Bangwei also used the Internet to check some information, and knew that Huaxia had its own set of traditional martial arts. Although he only heard of his name on the Internet, but with the contact between the gym and the dense forest of San'e Mountain, those martial arts must be true.

With his mind flowing, He Bangwei turned around: "I teach a set of kung fu, my name is ...... Well, the name is killing... No, it's called murder... No, ......," he hesitated.

Hearing this, Li Momo, who was originally afraid, suddenly felt that any of the deep eyes before were hallucinations, was this guy temporarily named? Is he reliable?

He Bangwei is guilty of naming difficulties, he has never been good at naming names, since he came to this world, the names he has given have "Sleep Dafa" and "Crime Daquan" and so on, which will be related to his old profession, he thinks of an elegant name, but he only has the Dafa of murder and the Daquan of murder in his mind.

Well, this thing can be taken later, don't worry, He Bangwei made a decision and waved at Li Momo: "I won't tell you this name first." You come here. ”

Did you not tell me first or did you not get up? Li Momo stared at him vigilantly, but walked forward with small steps.

He Bangwei looked at her like this, and felt that his master was indeed a little cheap.

"Squat like me." He Bangwei's legs bent down, his upper body leaned forward slightly, his arms were wrapped in a semicircle, and the whole person formed a strange arc, trembling with his breathing.

Li Momo, a good sophomore in high school, imitated this action, which had been positioned by himself as a splashing martial artist.

Before this, she was a weak girl with no experience in martial arts, and she was quite nervous about learning new things at the moment.

He Bangwei glanced at her movements, then took a few steps forward, picked up a long branch from the ground and returned it to Li Momo's side.

With a soft crunch, the branch hit the girl, "It's not the right degree of bending." To the point I was referring to. ”

Li Momo straightened up, glared at He Bangwei angrily, and actually beat me! This ploppy warrior! This ploppy warrior!

She cursed in her heart, but the person took a deep breath and tried to do what He Bangwei said.

Another crunch, "The arm is not right, like this." He Bangwei demonstrated with his left arm, Li Momo looked at it expressionlessly, and then learned the standard posture.

The two of them taught and learned by Swan Lake, and this was the first time He Bangwei taught his disciples in this world.

For the first time, he taught a girl who saw him as a sloppy warrior, a scoundrel and a reckless man.

Although Li Momo had seen the power of his whip on the campus of Hui University before, it would shake the past, but it was no longer serious.

No matter how good the kung fu is? Learn like that and then I'm going to fight? As a security guard? As a bodyguard?

She still scoffs at kung fu in her heart, for a girl who has been studying hard in school for the first seventeen years and making progress every day, learning kung fu is just fulfilling her brother's wish.

After I finish learning kung fu, I still have to continue to study and contribute to the construction of socialism.

After Li Momo was whipped by the branch again, she thought with a little bared teeth. (To be continued.) )