Chapter 20: Let's Practice for Another Hundred Years

The wooden stake is the basic practice tool of Wing Chun.

Shen Lei tested the strength of the wooden stake, and felt that it was almost enough, so he began to beat it repeatedly on it, practicing the basics of Wing Chun.

At the beginning, Shen Lei's speed was very slow, as if he was playing Tai Chi, slow and logical, which was completely inconsistent with the fighting style of Wing Chun Kuaiquan.

However, with the increase in the duration of practice, Shen Lei's body technique has gradually become faster, and the more he practiced, the more proficient he became.

Click.

Bang bang bang.

The crisp sound of beating the wooden stake sounded in the martial arts training ground.

Shen Lei has a feeling of exhilaration, and his comprehension of Wing Chun is gradually getting better.

After finishing the last pose, Shen Lei stopped, propped his hands on the wooden stake, and unknowingly, he had been practicing for three hours.

His arm was faintly numb, and there was a sour feeling, Shen Lei rubbed his arm and glanced at the corridor.

There is a beautiful figure standing in the corridor, dressed in white sports casual clothes, looking youthful and lively, with long hair tied in a capable and simple ponytail, like a little sister next door.

Melon seed face, apricot eyes and willow eyebrows, small and delicate Qiong nose, and slightly upturned lip flaps, which make people want to kiss it.

No wonder the Condor Gang's Zeng Tang Master wanted to take advantage of her, no wonder the second senior brother Liu Zijun was so fascinated by her......

Shen Lei hadn't noticed the other party's charm before, but at this moment, he found that Chen Yun's charm was not amazing, but long-lasting, and she belonged to a beauty that looked better and better.

Shen Lei secretly smacked his tongue, this is just a little girl who has just entered college, wait a few years, then it will be okay?

"Am I handsome?" Shen Lei posed and said beautifully.

"Idiot." Chen Yun rolled her eyes.

She walked up to Shen Lei and said angrily: "If you continue to practice like this, your arms will be scrapped sooner or later." ”

"Diligence can make up for clumsiness, I practice martial arts late, of course I have to work hard." Shen Lei said as a matter of course.

"I really don't know what you men are thinking about, what's the use of practicing martial arts?" Chen Yun snorted lightly.

"Practicing martial arts can make you stronger." Shen Lei said.

"What happens when you get stronger?"

"I can protect my companions." Shen Lei smiled.

Chen Yun was speechless to him, she thought about it and turned to leave. When she reappeared, Chen Yun had an extra bottle of bone-setting medicine in her hand.

"You've been practicing for so long, and if you don't pay attention to proportion, your body will not be able to stand it sooner or later. Well, let's put some on it. Chen Yun looked careless.

"You care about me, huh?" Shen Lei said with a smile.

"The devil cares about you." Chen Yun pouted.

"Ouch, my hands are so sore and numb that I can't lift them." Shen Lei said in distress.

"What then?" Chen Yun frowned.

Shen Lei approached her, squeezed his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you help me apply the medicine?" ”

Chen Yun reacted, this bastard wanted to be lazy and take advantage, and suddenly Xia Fei cheeked, threw the medicine bottle on him, turned around and left quickly.

Shen Lei laughed, unscrewed the cap, and a medicinal fragrance came to his nose, which was refreshing.

Applying the potion to his arms, it quickly relieved the soreness and numbness, and Shen Lei swung his arms, feeling that he could practice for a while.

"Pay attention to the combination of work and rest." Chen Yun poked out a small head from the corner and admonished.

"Got it." Shen Lei smiled.

Seeing the other party's smile, Chen Yun somehow, her heartbeat pounded faster, snorted, and stopped peeping.

Shen Lei stretched, it was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for him to go back to the company and clock out of work.

At this time, more than a dozen people walked into the martial arts training ground talking and laughing.

Walking in the front was the second senior brother Liu Zijun, and a large group of people behind him were all students of the martial arts hall, but Shen Lei didn't know any of them.

Seeing Shen Lei, Liu Zijun showed a playful smile, he walked up to Shen Lei, looked at the wooden stake repeatedly, and said in his mouth: "Okay, practice Wing Chun?" ”

"Yes, Second Senior Brother." Shen Lei hummed.

"How's it going?" Liu Zijun looked concerned.

"The effect is average, the first time I practice, I am very rusty, and I have not comprehended the essence of this set of boxing techniques." Shen Lei said ashamedly.

Liu Zijun patted him on the shoulder, pretending to be relieved: "Take your time, don't be in a hurry, martial arts training is a process of accumulation." ”

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother, I will work hard." Shen Lei said gratefully.

"Everyone is the same brother and sister, and we have always taken care of newcomers, right?" Liu Zijun looked at the juniors behind him and said with a meaningful smile.

It is no secret that the second senior brother Liu Zijun likes the little junior sister Chen Yun.

It wasn't until the appearance of Shen Lei the day before yesterday that Liu Zijun's dream was broken.

Everyone knows that Liu Zijun is angry, and the consequences are very serious, and this new junior brother named Shen Lei is afraid that he will suffer.

Liu Zijun and Shen Lei, everyone will definitely support the former.

After all, the second senior brother's qualifications in the martial arts hall were second only to the senior brother among all the students.

And the senior brother, the perennial dragon is nowhere to be seen, but he has a name, and many new students have never seen him.

In the absence of the senior brother, the students took the second senior brother as the first to look at him, and they listened to what Liu Zijun said, and their attitude towards Shen Lei was naturally unfriendly.

"Old Seven, you are good at Wing Chun, come out and teach Senior Brother Shen." Liu Zijun said to one of the people in the crowd.

The man was tall and thin, in his early twenties, and his cheeks were sunken.

The seventh student of the Chan Ka Martial Arts Gym, Wang Hong, is the best at Wing Chun.

Hearing the second senior brother's order, Wang Hong smiled coldly, walked out of the crowd, and came face to face with Shen Lei.

He looked at Shen Lei, there was arrogance in his eyes, obviously very confident in his ability.

"Senior Brother Shen, since you are practicing Wing Chun, then I, as the Seventh Senior Brother, will point and guide you, lest you go the wrong way." Wang Hong looked kind.

"Senior Brother Seven, what is the trick of Wing Chun?" Shen Lei humbly asked.

"Of course, it's fast, accurate, and ruthless." Wang raised his fist and said with a smile.

Shen Lei nodded, and asked again: "Senior Brother Seven, take the liberty of asking, Wing Chun, how many years have you practiced?" ”

"I practiced martial arts at the age of ten, and it's been ten years now." Wang Hong said quite proudly: "Senior Brother Shen, let me tell you, it's really not the seventh senior brother who I blow, I don't know the other boxing techniques in this martial arts hall, but just this Wing Chun, except for the second senior brother who is better than me, the other brothers are not as good as me." ”

Shen Lei snorted: "It is worthy of being the seventh senior brother." ”

"Come on, Senior Brother Shen, I'll teach you two tricks." Wang Hong beckoned, and a flash of schadenfreude flashed in his eyes.

"Still not." Shen Lei shook his head and refused.

He turned around and looked at Liu Zijun: "Since the most powerful person in Wing Chun in this martial arts hall is the second senior brother, then please ask the second senior brother to guide me." ”

Hearing this, Wang Hong's face suddenly changed: "Senior Brother Shen, what do you mean by this?" ”

"Senior Brother Seventh has a deep knowledge of Wing Chun, and I can see this. It's just ......"

After a pause, Shen Lei said seriously: "With the strength of the seventh senior brother, if you want to guide me, it is not enough to practice for only ten years. ”

"Then how many years do you think I should practice before I can guide you?" Wang Hong said with an ugly face.

"Well, I'll have to think about it." Shen Lei held his chin and showed a thoughtful look: "There is!" Multiply it by ten times, that is, after a hundred years, Senior Brother Seven should be qualified to guide me. ”