"Master, stop, I can't stand it anymore." The woman pleaded.

"Stop? How can you stop, no, no, hold on. The man said firmly—

"No—no, no run, I can't run." Zhao Chen brushed away a strand of hair that was attached to his forehead because he was wet with sweat, his hands were on his knees, and he gasped for breath, and his delicate little face was red and red because of lack of oxygen, which was very good-looking.

A pair of leggings that just reached the edge of the knee and a crop top sweatshirt showed off her perfect figure. Even Yan Murong almost spurted out his nosebleed when he saw Zhao Chen in this dress.

Sometimes, she thinks that women are the strangest animals.

Sometimes their physical strength is so abundant that they can walk the streets for a day in a row, and they still don't eat or drink, but after less than ten minutes of running, they start to shout that they can't run.

"Just like you, you still want to learn martial arts?" Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen and said funny.

When he returned home with Su Qingwu yesterday, Zhao Chen pulled him over and began to complain that he didn't care about himself, he became someone else's master, and he didn't teach others, and he ran outside all day long.

So, Yan Murong smashed Zhao Chen's door early the next morning, pulling her out of the sweet dream of the prince and princess - oh no, a heroine and a hero.

Looking at Zhao Chen, who was still out of breath, Yan Murong couldn't help but sigh.

I've been locked up in the ivory tower of the university for too long, and I can breathe like this when I run so many steps.

"Master, don't run away." Zhao Chen said pleadingly, but when he saw Yan Murong's eyes, he lowered his head again and muttered in a low voice. "Why don't you take your time, let's take it step by step."

"Okay, let's go sit down there." Yan Murong smiled, agreed to Zhao Chen's conditions, and then pointed to a small park not far away and said.

This small park is not so much a park as a large yard with many trees.

That is, it is a place specially built to facilitate the exercise of the elderly.

After walking in, Yan Murong found that there were many people exercising, and most of them were sixty or seventy years old, and the younger ones were at least forty years old, and there were no young people of his age like him and Zhao Chen.

Think about it, today's young people are running to the gym in their free time, who is still doing the most primitive workout here?

Needless to say, elementary and junior high school students are still young, and they like to lie in bed at the age when they like to get up, and they have to be urged by their parents to get up several times every morning before they are willing to get up, and high school students have even tighter time, going out at 5 o'clock in the morning and returning home at 11 o'clock in the evening.

Exercise? Damn, it's good to sleep a little more in the quilt in the morning, otherwise you will have to face the ** table and chair and the boss's face as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator at the end of the day, and let people not live.

Therefore, when Yan Murong and Zhao Chen came in, many old people shifted their attention to them.

The men are delicate and handsome, and the women are beautiful and delicate, which is also a good landscape.

Even some of the old couples who came out to exercise together began to discuss in whispers.

Yan Murong didn't realize it, found a stone table, and sat down on the stone bench next to him.

"Who let you sit?" As soon as Zhao Chen's buttocks fell halfway, Yan Murong suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Zhao Chen was taken aback by Yan Murong, stood up again, and asked with a puzzled expression. "Why can't I sit if you can?"

"I'm a master, you're an apprentice, have you ever seen an apprentice on an equal footing with a master?" Yan Murong tried her best to make her expression very serious, looking at Zhao Chen's aggrieved and incomprehensible face, a sense of satisfaction suddenly rose in her heart.

It turns out that it feels so good to be a master.

"But I'm tired." Zhao Chen said aggrievedly.

"I can't sit when I'm tired."

"Shall I sit over there?" Zhao Chen pointed to the stone table next to him and discussed in a low voice.

"Nope." Yan Murong said firmly.

"So what am I going to do?"

"Zamabu."

"Zamabu?"

"What? Don't tell me you won't. Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen and said. Keep your feet shoulder-width apart and your thighs at 90 degrees to your upper body. ”

"W-re really coming?"

"Of course, don't you want to learn martial arts? Why, don't even want to practice the basics? Yan Murong said jokingly. If you don't want to practice, buy a plane ticket and go back to studying. ”

"Who said I didn't want to practice." Zhao Chen said in defense. "Hmph, practice, practice, who is afraid of whom."

As he spoke, he did what Yan Murong said.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Just three minutes later, fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Chen's forehead, and his legs began to tremble slightly.

At this time, Zhao Chen felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and his waist and back were also sore.

"Ouch." Finally, I finally couldn't help it, and sat on the ground with a bang.

"Master, you are too cruel, you are deliberately bullying me." Getting up from the ground, Zhao Chen rubbed his aching buttocks while complaining to Yan Murong with a bitter face.

Cruel? Where is this, Yan Murong thought angrily.

I think that back then, I also came here like this, and there was an incense burner under her buttocks, she was all right, and when she sat down, she just fell to the ground, and she sat down with her butt at that time, but she sat directly on the burning incense.

"Hey, it seems that you don't have the talent to practice martial arts." Yan Murong said with a sigh.

"Whoever says I don't, I'm ready." Zhao Chen said unadmittedly, and then began to tie up the horse again.

Looking at Zhao Chen's resolute energy, Yan Murong smiled bitterly. This is really a stubborn woman.

"Master, is this possible?" After a while, Zhao Chen couldn't hold on anymore, and looked at Yan Murong and asked suspiciously.

"Why not." Yan Murong said with a smile. "This is the most basic kung fu for martial arts."

After thinking about it, Yan Murong felt that this woman should be allowed to retreat and said. "I've spent three years just walking on my horse, and you see, I'm not very good now. This horse step exercises the strength of the lower plate and the lower back, right, have you heard of the iron plate bridge? ”

"Iron bridge?" Zhao Chen tilted his head and thought about it, and then said with a look of surprise. "Ah, master, are you talking about the kind of kung fu that doesn't move your legs and your body can fall backwards?"

"Yes, that's right." Yan Murong nodded and said. "If you tie up your horse well, you will be able to learn this kung fu in the future."

"Really?" Zhao Chen asked excitedly.

"Really." Yan Murong said.

"And will you?"

"Jokes." Yan Murong pursed her lips disdainfully. "I'm a master, how could I not?"