After that, the average-looking woman started to fight again, and she felt more like it, and the position that was more in line with the way she used her power allowed her to punch with less loss.

Du Bing looked at the woman from a distance and scolded sourly: "Slut! ”

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at Boss Du Bing curiously, and he didn't quite understand.

The woman hit a few times, and then "haha", kicked her legs a few times, her legs were too high, her muscles and bones were not soft enough, and her elasticity was basically absent, so there was no technical component, and her legs were too far from fist ratios.

Du Bing scolded again: "Do you dare to kick when your legs are in an S shape?" Hoe feet! ”

Zhou Xiaoyu said curiously: "Boss, does she have a grudge against you?" ”

"You..." Du Bing's old face turned red and said: "You don't care about my affairs, you have offended me many times today, and you will do it for nothing today." ”

Sweat~

Zhou Xiaoyu didn't dare to talk nonsense.

The movement here made Miyamoto's eyes come over.

Miyamoto looked at Du Bing as if he were looking at the woman who was boxing, he looked very indifferent, but he looked at Zhou Xiaoyu for a moment, and then withdrew his gaze.

Miyamoto's demeanor caused the woman to stop practicing and turn around. The corners of her eyes are flying and charming, her figure is good, but her appearance is average, she and Du Bing met their eyes, Du Bing reluctantly changed her smile and said, "Miss Wang has time to come over to play today?" ”

Miss Wang didn't seem to like Du Bing very much, and was even hostile, so she said angrily: "The boxing gym is Brother Hua's house, there is no need to inform you, right?" ”

Du Bingpi smiled and said, "It makes sense, Miss Wang, you continue." ”

After Du Bing finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but Miss Wang didn't let go and shouted: "Hey, what is Sister Du Bing doing here with a plumber?" ”

Miss Wang stared at Zhou Xiaoyu very funny, but after taking a closer look, she also felt quite pleasing to the eye, such a handsome guy was wearing tattered clothes and sneakers, and it was easy to look away.

Du Bing was a little tough: "Wang Kenai, he is my employee." ”

Wang Kenai said: "What are you doing as a plumber, it seems that there are fewer words to build a house?" ”

Du Bing said: "Sister Wang will look away this time. He's a master, probably no worse than your Japanese coach. Nicknamed 'Arowana'. ”

Zhou Xiaoyu corrected: "It's a small fish, not an Arowana." ”

As an employee, he sold his boss in person, and Du Bing was so angry that his teeth itched.

Wang Kenai smiled and covered his stomach: "Is your second master Xiangmanyuan here, call to take a look." Have you ever heard of Miyamoto Musashi? Mr. Miyamoto is a descendant of the Sword Master. ”

Du Bing looked at the ceiling and said, "I'm still more cold to my ancestor Du Shisheng. ”

The two young women seem to be old friends, and they seem to be bickering and funny, but in fact, there is no one who does not fight against each other. The meaning of this was felt even by two outsiders who were watching and listening.

Zhou Xiaoyu and Miyamoto glanced at each other, and both frowned slightly.

In the end, the two relatively civilized women, but shrewd in their bones, stopped fighting.

Du Bing pointed to the sandbag and said, "Zhou Xiaoyu, go and let Sister Wang Kenai know what it means to hit a sandbag." ”

"Oh."

Zhou Xiaoyu should go forward. The boss asked to hit sandbags, not to beat people, so this request seems reasonable.

Wang Kenai still took the lead, and bowed very politely to Miyamoto: "Mr. Miyamoto, please also teach the plumber how to make sandbags." ”

Miyamoto didn't want to fight, or it didn't matter, but given that the opponent was a young man who had punched before, he was willing to borrow the medium of the punching bag to compete.

"Hey." Miyamoto nodded slightly and walked out.

He was a little more imposing than Zhou Xiaoyu, and after agreeing, he took it as a matter of course, and walked straight to the leather sandbag hanging in the air.

Sinking the waist, becoming a horse, one hand tightened the waist, the other hand slowly stretched out, the seemingly slow hand trembled slightly, the whole person appeared calm, and the whole arm showed a faint sense of strength in a slight tremor. At this time, it seems that Miyamoto's restrained lines are completely highlighted, and the masculine charm is very strong.

made Wang Kenai's eyes hot.

Boss Du Bing couldn't help but take a few more glances at this Japanese.

Miyamoto is a standard karate starting style, and it is also similar to many family national art starting styles.

In this era of all pragmatism, the starting style has lost its significance. But for a true warrior, it is a "ritual" and a "etiquette". If you paraphrase Kong Yu's words, then it is the beginning of everything, Tai Chi.

Only those who can take the "one" seriously can take martial arts seriously.

So the layman looks at the excitement, Wang Kenai is mainly a person who admires Miyamoto, while Du Bing and Zhou Xiaoyu are watching his slow and "mechanical" movements.

The machinery of Miyamoto's movements does not mean jerky, it is completely two extremes, it is a machine that is exquisite to the extreme, and it highlights the vague strength!

The bow horse is well coordinated and goes straight ahead. Punching, turning, and nasal pronunciation look weird.

What's even more bizarre is that Miyamoto revolves around the sandbag and unfolds a fierce routine, but does not hit the sandbag directly, with a nasal voice, basically turns half a routine, only rubs the sandbag, or kicks the sandbag lightly.

Wang Kenai tried to remind: "Punching sandbags, what are you doing?" ”

No one answered her, and Miyamoto still turned the mechanical routine to turn and hit, and more often than not, it was a sharp ten punches in the air before punching the sandbag.

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at his routine carefully, and understood that it was not that he didn't fight, but through the process of hitting, rubbing, or kicking, looking for a feeling.

But karate is not an inner boxing, or rather a part like an inner boxing.

My grandfather once said that karate originated from the "Tang hand" of ancient Chinese boxing and was introduced to Japan along with Buddhist culture in the Tang Dynasty. In the years that followed, combined with Japanese culture and its national character, many different schools were slowly derived, and Miyamoto's current Shotokan stream is known as the first school of karate is the most fierce way to fight, and its founder Yoshizhen Funakoshi is known as the first master of Japan at that time, and the status of martial arts is not lower than that of Miyamoto Musashi.

The nasal voice gradually turned into shouting, and Miyamoto's routines became more mechanical, which attracted many people in the martial arts hall. Most people, like Wang Kenai, frowning and joining in the fun, can't see anything, and the "sound and play coordination" in Japanese playing style also makes many people unaccustomed.

It's right if you're not used to it.

Zhou Xiaoyu intuitively saw the essence, and the cheering and scolding was not to increase the momentum, but only for one purpose, which was to make you unaccustomed to it.

As the saying goes, habit becomes nature. Kong Yu said that once nature is the Tao.

One of the twenty sets of routines of the Songtao Pavilion is about to bottom, and Miyamoto's movements are still very slow, and the scolding is quiet, so that the viewers who are used to the scolding are not used to it again.

He moves more slowly, but the rotation between the waist and the horse is more mechanical and stronger, and the sense of oppression exudes is rare.

The rotating Miyamoto hit dozens of pounds of sandbags with his shoulders, and his slow pace suddenly increased, turning in another direction.