The next morning, just after four o'clock, Yang Shuxia, who was asleep, was woken up by the cruel alarm clock ringing. After an extremely cruel ideological struggle, the spirit finally overcame, and Yang Shuxia got up.

The sleepy-eyed Yang Shuxia went downstairs and saw a small painting of flowers in a red and white sportswear waiting there. "It's so early!" Yang Shuxia yawned and said hello.

"It's still early? You're already late. As a martial artist, you should smell the chickens and dance—"

"What kind of chicken do you smell? If there are no chickens, how can you dance if you can't hear the roosters? Yang Shuxia, who was still immersed in a tryst with Zhou Gong, said sarcastically without waiting for Hua Xiaohua to finish.

Hua Xiaohua's face turned cold, and there was a ball of water in his hand at some point, and he raised his hand and hit Yang Shuxia's face with a "snap". It was late autumn now, the water was cold and biting, and Yang Shuxia was immediately sober. Yang Shuxia believes that if it weren't for the fact that his physique had been greatly strengthened, he would have to go to the hospital for three days for a drip just for this lump of water.

"Hua Xiaohua, you-" Yang Shuxia said angrily.

Hua Xiaohua had already turned around and ran outside, "Small, if you want to learn, follow along." Only a naughty ponytail was left and flung towards Yang Shuxia.

This run is more than half an hour.

In terms of Yang Shuxia's current physique, don't say that he can run for half an hour without panting. Helpless flower painting is not running in the ordinary sense. Not only is the speed fast and slow, but there is a sprint not far away, and each sprint brings Yang Shuxia's speed to the limit. He also often makes shady moves, sweeping his legs, throwing bricks, and the like. In half an hour, Yang Shuxia had fallen seven or eight times.

Looking at Yang Shuxia, who was panting like a dying dog, Hua Xiaohua said with disdain: "Xiao, you really disappointed my sister." Don't say that my sister doesn't teach you, you have to be like this. ”

Hua Xiaohua began to instruct Yang Shuxia in detail how to control his breathing during exercise, and he has reached a faster speed and stronger strength. How to make your movements simpler, smoother, less effortful, and more durable. These are the most basic kung fu in martial arts, and they are available in every school, and Hua Xiaohua taught Yang Shuxia is not a biography.

In fact, when practicing long-distance running in physical education class, the physical education teacher will teach some simple breathing control methods. The principle of Hua Xiaohua is the same, but it is more profound and detailed, and of course the effect is countless times better.

Yang Shuxia has a strong comprehension ability and quickly integrates these know-hows. He was no longer out of breath when he ran, and he gradually became more comfortable dodging the dark arrows of Hua Xiaohua.

Thinking about how panting and embarrassed I was in the first half of the hour, looking at the energetic back of the small painting in front of me, and secretly vomiting badly, this girl must have done it on purpose.

When Dongfang revealed the white of the fish's belly, Hua Xiaohua led Yang Shuxia into Victory Park. There are already many old men and women in the park who are holding Tai Chi fans or wooden swords brushed with silver powder, dancing Tai Chi enthusiastically.

Passing through Victory Park is Victory Mountain, which is a bit deserted and even gloomy unlike the bustle in the park. Here is the Monument to the Unknown Soldier who died in the Battle of San'in. Behind the monument are rows of martyrs' tombstones, neatly arranged, as if waiting for the horn of the charge to blow again.

Yang Shuxia shrunk his neck, although he knew that the people who were sleeping here were the people's soldiers who really didn't take a stitch from the masses, not those "servants of the people" who said that they didn't take a stitch from the masses, but they took everything except a stitch and a thread. But when he came here early in the morning, Yang Shuxia still felt chills on his body.

Hua Xiaohua also slowed down and climbed to the top of the hill through the tombs. It is said that it is the top of the mountain, and the whole Victory Mountain is just a big dirt bag.

The lush pines and cypresses dot the hill with verdant, but the trees on the top of the hill are much thinner.

When Yang Shuxia ran up with Hua Xiaohua, there was already a person on the top of the mountain. It was an old man, dressed in a thin white Tang costume, dancing a slow Tai Chi.

Yang Shuxia found that Hua Xiaohua's eyes were very strange when he looked at the old man, and he couldn't help but take a closer look. The old man was very short and thin, with a pair of rustic old cloth shoes on his feet, and he was playing Tai Chi as if no one was around. From Yang Shuxia's point of view, the old man's movements are softer and slower than the old lady in the park.

Seeing that the old man didn't mean to take care of the two, Hua Xiaohua took Yang Shuxia to choose a more spacious place.

"Little, I can't teach you the kung fu of beating people, I can only teach you the kung fu of being beaten." Hua Xiaohua said with a very serious face.

Kung Fu to be beaten? Yang Shuxia was about to ask if it was an iron cloth shirt or a golden bell jar. "Bang", and his left eye has already been punched by Hua Xiaohua. The power of this punch is not small, and Yang Shuxia, whose physique reached 6.7, almost fell.

"Hey!" Yang Shuxia exclaimed, responding with another punch.

"Flower-faced cat, you sneak attack."

"Bang" is another punch.

"Wow, don't slap your face!"

In Yang Shuxia's shouting and screaming, chickens and dogs jumping, Hua Xiaohua just kept silent and punched one punch after another, punching to the flesh. After more than a dozen punches in a row, he said in a deep voice: "Stupid, you can't hide, you can't block!" ”

"Watch your breathing!"

"Control the pace!"

"Stinky cat, you're shameless! Now you're hitting me, you're telling me to control the rhythm, what rhythm? Yes! Say okay not to slap your face. Ah, still fighting. ”

was shouting in his mouth, but Yang Shuxia slowly integrated the essentials of mastering breathing and controlling movements that he learned on the road into dodging and blocking. The movements have changed from stiff to slowly smooth, and they are no longer meat sandbags that are beaten with fists.

Slowly, Hua Xiaohua threw three or four more punches, and Yang Shuxia was able to dodge one punch and block one punch, only taking one or two punches left.

Hua Xiaohua sighed lightly and sped up the speed of the shot, and Yang Shuxia immediately jumped up again.

If it is like a few times, whenever Yang Shuxia has made obvious progress, Hua Xiaohua will speed up his shot. Although Yang Shuxia's dodging is becoming more and more flexible, the blocking is becoming more and more tight, and he is being beaten more and more.

Yang Shuxia was very suspicious that if it weren't for his physique that had far surpassed ordinary people, he would have been disassembled into fine parts by Hua Xiaohua long ago, and there was no possibility of reassembly.

"The young man is in good health!" A voice with a thick foreign accent suddenly sounded next to it.

Hua Xiaohua immediately stopped, and said respectfully: "I've disturbed the senior's retreat." ”

Yang Shuxia put his hands on his knees, panting, and saw an old man in Tang costume practicing Tai Chi not far away, standing on the side for some time. Seeing the small paintings of flowers, they were rarely respectful, and they also said politely: "Hello, uncle!" ”

Hearing Yang Shuxia call himself uncle, a strange expression appeared on the face of the old man in Tang costume. Hua Xiaohua hurriedly said: "Small, don't be unreasonable to your predecessors." ”

Yang Shuxia looked at Hua Xiaohua with a puzzled expression, "If you don't call you uncle, you can't call you uncle, but he's obviously very old." ”

"Haha-" The old man in Tang costume laughed, "You're good, young man, it's very interesting." ”

"But I think you're not very good, uncle, it's too weird."

"Haha," the old man in Tang costume laughed louder and louder, and raised his hand to stop the angry Hua Xiaohua, "Young man, how about we two take a hand?" ”

"Hand on the hand?" Yang Shuxia looked puzzled.

"The seniors mean to give you some pointers and tricks with you." The small flower painting on the side explained.

Yang Shuxia didn't understand the meaning of the predecessors in Hua Xiaohua's mouth at all. Not any old man who can play a few hands of Tai Chi is qualified to let Hua Xiaohua call his seniors.

"I don't beat the old man." Yang Shuxia shook his head seriously.