。 The second update!

In the morning, Zhao Jing was called up by Zhao Yuan again.

Zhao Yuan's way of calling people to get up is somewhat unique, and Zhao Jing's way of getting up is also somewhat unique, so Zhao Yuan is still reluctant to be dragged downstairs by his father by the collar.

After eating breakfast and resting for a while, Zhuang Yan began to teach Zhao Jing to practice the mysterious kung fu that only the children of the Zhuang family or the son-in-law of the Zhuang family can practice.

There is a gym on the first floor of the house, but Zhao Jing rarely goes in, but Zhao Feiyan will go in and exercise for an hour every day as long as he is at home.

There is a public service announcement slogan that also says, exercise for one hour a day, and be healthy and happy for a lifetime.

This sentence has been deeply reflected in Zhao Feiyan, who has an excellent figure, and even interpreted it higher.

Zhao Jing and Zhao Yuan were like a new recruit, standing upright, saluting, and waiting for Zhuang Yan to issue instructions.

Zhao Feiyan, who was watching the play on the side, sat on Zhao Jing's recliner, got up from time to time to drink morning tea, and then lay down again after drinking. When she was lying down, it was as if she had covered the chaise longue with a layer of graceful and moving curves, and her long black hair was slightly scattered, and her gold-rimmed glasses shining golden in the morning sun made her mature and intellectual temperament more prominent, just as prominent as the two alluring peaks.

Zhao Jing was stunned, and Zhao Yuan was also stunned, the eyes of both of them were eager, and they both wanted to have. The difference is that Zhao Jing longs to have that person, and Zhao Yuan longs to have that kind of beauty.

Zhuang Yan is too gentle, especially in front of the kind benefactor in front of her. She carefully put her hand in front of Zhao Jing's eyes and shook it, and Zhao Jing came back to his senses.

Zhao Feiyan said casually: "Master, you should be strict with them, otherwise you won't be able to teach them." ”

Sure enough, knowing the husband Mo Ruo's wife, knowing the daughter Mo Ruoniang, Zhao Feiyan said in one sentence, and the mystery was revealed.

Hearing Sister Yan's words, Zhao Jing also retracted his lazy performance, and immediately looked excited.

Mystical Kung Fu,

I

ZHAO Jing,

It's time to become a real martial arts master!

He has a small goal of being able to press Sister Yan on her thigh and spank her hard.

Zhao Yuan has no goal, he just thinks it's fun.

Zhuang Yan began to introduce this martial art.

"This is the fighting technique that my ancestors of the Zhuang family finally completed in the Qing Dynasty after several generations of exploration, called Bone Removal Fist.

Today's traditional martial arts are either dismissed or demonized, but both of these perceptions are wrong. The concept of a truly traditional martial art is somewhere in between, neither a showmanship for performance nor an omnipotent supernatural power.

Our bone-unloading fist, the same, but it is a skill, not based on strength, through the attack on the various joints of the human body, in order to achieve the effect of causing damage to the enemy, practice to a certain extent, can kill the enemy, so it is divided into fighting and killing techniques. ”

Zhuang Yan's introduction, Zhao Yuan was confused, and simply started to be stunned, and then became shaky.

And Zhao Jing was full of expectations, like a good baby who loves to learn, and raised his hand to ask questions.

"Then I want to ask Mr. Zhuang, there was an octogenarian old man before, in front of me, he could put a palm print on the uncle with a light palm, which is very inconsistent with the common sense of physics, will the old man's bones have such a strong power?"

Zhuang Yan, as a very quiet aunt, reacted very much to Zhao Jing's sentence "Teacher Zhuang", and even blushed a little, just like when Zhao Feiyan started calling her "Master", it took her a long time to get used to it.

However, she is also a responsible teacher, and she quickly cleaned up her little emotions and seriously answered Zhao Jing's questions.

"In this case, I just heard my dad say it, and I can't believe that such a martial art exists.

But according to my dad, legend has it that some powerful martial arts, which can be combined with specific internal martial arts similar to qigong, can be developed to an extremely high level through the use of qi, and even break through some not-so-outrageous physical common sense.

I think the situation you mentioned is still within the range that is not too outrageous. ”

"Okay, I don't have a problem, let's start now."

What Zhao Jing didn't expect was that Zhuang Yan's first class was not to teach them to practice kung fu directly, but to bring a large enough black office and draw a diagram of the joints of the human body on it with chalk.

Zhao Jing looked at the picture, thoughtful, and pretended to understand very well.

Zhao Yuan sat on the floor, everyone was about to fall asleep, and when he saw the picture of the human skeleton, he suddenly woke up, raised his hand, and shouted happily:

"I've seen him, I've seen him!"

"One time I went out with my mom and saw a man like this in the amusement park, and he only had this white bone all over his body, like ...... Just like Brooke! ”

Zhao Jing knew that the stupid kid had been watching One Piece recently, which was a character in One Piece.

But if Zhao Jing sees her watching, he will change the channel, and he thinks that it is not good for a three-year-old child to watch this anime that can only be understood by adults.

For example, those female characters who are scantily dressed and have more proportions than Zhao Feiyan in some parts of their bodies, and those shemale perverts with strange personalities.

It's good for him to look at it secretly, and he can't let his daughter see it.

Zhao Jing knocked on her head: "You are secretly looking at the One Piece again!" ”

"Dad, you knock on my head again, Mom said knocking on the head will make you stupid."

Zhao Yuan covered the top of his head, frowned and complained.

"Then you're stupid!"

"I'm not stupid, I'm as smart as you!"

“……”

Zhuang Yan propped her forehead and tapped the blackboard with chalk, signaling that the students were going to listen to the class.

……

After tossing all morning, Zhao Jing used all his strength to remember a few important human joints, and then stared at Sister Yan's chest to try to recall the feeling of breastfeeding as a baby.

He really didn't want to be crooked, he just wanted to learn a little more, become a martial arts master, protect Sister Yan and protect her stupid daughter.

Well, that's it!

After being stuffy in the house all morning, he led Zhao Yuan out of the yard to breathe, and suddenly heard a doorbell ringing outside the gate.

Zhao Jing walked over and found that it was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little bald head.

He was dressed in a white robe, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, white and tender, and he turned out to be a little monk.

Zhao Jing wondered, doesn't the monk profession now have a degree of more than 985? This little monk, he didn't get a high school diploma, how could he become a monk?

"Amitabha, a poor monk without Zen, has seen a benefactor." The little monk clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist ritual towards Zhao Jing, and his voice sounded a little immature.

"Hello poor monk, is there anything wrong?" Through the power grid door, Zhao Jing replied to him very politely.

"Can the donor find a way to let the people over there let me in, this house is full of resentment, there are demons doing evil, and the poor monk needs to remind the owner of the house."

The little monk Wuzen pointed to the gate of Long Xiaoxuan's house opposite. There stood a group of men in special black uniforms, as well as people with electric batons, patrolling around the yard.

It seems that something really happened to Boss Long's family, and Zhao Jing couldn't help but be a little worried when he thought of Boss Long's gentle and touching handsome smile.

Then, Zhao Jing seemed to think of something again, staring at the little monk, as if he had found some rare treasure.

This little monk can actually see the clues of the Long family?!

It's not easy!