Li Bingyang started running and exercising, in the words of a middle-aged man: "Your legs and feet are too bad, let's practice running first!"

Then, after twenty-three minutes, Li Bingyang ran a 5,000-meter run, and he was already half tired to death, which was due to his previous exercise.

"Running so slowly, you can't even reach the passing mark of some ordinary soldiers! Your physical fitness is poor enough. Go back and take a shower, come back this time tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to run!" The middle-aged man was not verbose, he had become very serious by this time.

In fact, Li Bingyang's physical fitness is definitely not bad, it is even much better than ordinary people, of course, it is not comparable to those soldiers who train every day, as well as professional athletes.

"Okay, what shall I call you?"

"Call me Ninth Master! If you can run within twenty minutes after a month of training, I will guarantee you a good university!" The middle-aged man didn't even leave his business card.

Li Bingyang originally thought that the first day was already very bitter, but then he found that the first day was the most comfortable.

"The running posture is wrong!" said the middle-aged man coldly.

"Running is running, what posture is there for such a simple thing!" the two of them asked and answered

"Lean forward, take a big step!" The middle-aged man was not verbose, the eight words were very simple, at this time Li Bingyang had already run a thousand meters.

Okay, keep running! The middle-aged man doesn't say much, the next time is to change the habits, change these two habits in a week, and then go to the next step, talking too much will only backfire.

"Ninth Master!" Li Bingyang shouted.

"Okay, rest for two minutes, moisten your throat, and press your legs. Ten minutes later, go and pull fifty horizontal bars, you can complete it in batches!" Li Bingyang just stopped, and the middle-aged man had already arranged what to do next.

Then the middle-aged man himself practiced boxing slowly.

"This is Tai Chi, right?" Li Bingyang had never practiced martial arts, so he asked a question and muttered quietly when he saw that the middle-aged man did not answer. I don't think about it anymore.

"Bingyang's speed is a little slow, when will my skills be passed down like this!" The middle-aged man sighed lightly, the day of the martial arts competition is getting closer and closer, this battle must be fought, Ren Zhichao, the young and young Zhuang faction of the Red Guards, is now the national pillar of the ancient Chinese country.

From the heart, middle-aged people do admire Ren Zhichao, but the great innovation thirty years ago led to the rupture of the martial arts inheritance in the Li family, and Ren Zhichao should bear the primary responsibility. Five years ago, the sixth brother was killed in a battle, and now he is the last person in the family, and now he can't wait any longer, his blood has begun to weaken. And Ren Zhichao, who is the same age, has stepped into a state of not being bad, and his blood is still at its peak. If we wait any longer, the responsibility will be farther and farther away, and the revenge will inevitably be far away.

didn't want his skills to go into the dust, so he chose Li Bingyang. But he still didn't dare to reveal his name, for fear of killing this kid. Three years is too short! The middle-aged man couldn't help but let out a long roar when he thought of this!

"Alas!" With the King Kong pounding style in Taijiquan, the middle-aged man's right foot stepped heavily on the ground, and the birds in the grove in front of him suddenly all flew up, and Li Bingyang, who had just stopped his steps, suddenly felt unstable and almost fell to the ground. Not to mention the old men and old ladies who exercise.

Is it an earthquake?" a bunch of people chirped and discussed.

The middle-aged man shook his head, and the regret in his eyes couldn't be hidden. After all, if you don't get into the spirit, you can't become my general trend. How much more do I have to live? He never thought about victory, and he didn't dare to think about it. People who have not been in contact with Ren Zhichao will never be able to experience that kind of despair!

How could such a person be born in such an era? Why was such a peerless demon born in an era when science and technology had developed to such a point! This is the luck of a warrior, and it is also the sorrow of a warrior!

"Practice the basic skills well, don't be distracted!" Although the middle-aged man did not look back, he had already noticed Li Bingyang's eyes.

"Ninth Master! Your Tai Chi is both rigid and soft! Then what's the use of you letting me practice this dead muscle!"

At this time, Li Bingyang was able to finish pulling fifty horizontal bars in batches, not only did his fingers hurt to death, but his arms felt almost unable to lift.

Especially after thirty, the broken skin under the ring finger of the palm is rubbed again and again, it is simply a kind of torment, and in the blink of an eye, I saw the ninth master's set of Tai Chi boxing clouds and light breeze, and it was extremely elegant. Li Bingyang instantly felt that his practice of these things had nothing to do with the things that the Ninth Master was going to hand over to him next, and his reluctance was revealed.

The Ninth Master let out a long breath, turned around and sat on the park bench: "I have the bottom of my heart about what you kid thinks, practice boxing first, and don't talk about loosening practice." TV series some martial arts, don't be too concerned! It's time for sit-ups. ”

Li Bingyang Nunu mouthed and didn't say anything. There is nothing mysterious about what this ninth master teaches, all of them are basic physical fitness exercises, not to mention sports enthusiasts, any person knows it.

"I know!" Although Li Bingyang replied reluctantly, he also understood that physical kung fu is a hardship day after day, there is no suspense, and if you don't have physical fitness, don't think about other kung fu.

"Okay! Go backwards!" The Ninth Master saw that Li Bingyang had practiced almost. went on to say that he didn't care what Li Bingyang thought, and he wouldn't explain it so clearly.

Li Bingyang, just do it, when you should know, the ninth master will tell him.

"There is a saying in martial arts, advance and retreat are instinct, left and right are kung fu, and up and down are supernatural powers. If you can advance, you won't retreat! What's more, you can't go in or out now!"

It's been a week in the blink of an eye.

"Breathe in the abdomen when you run! Don't breathe in the chest! Inhale and puff out the lower abdomen, exhale and close the abdomen! You now deliberately practice the breathing for me!"

The basic skill shape can only be used in explosive sprints, but long-distance running ultimately depends on lung capacity.

The simpler the action, the more clear the reasoning. The more powerful it is to turn decay into magic. It's like push-ups, no one doesn't. Bruce Lee relied on it to practice peerless kung fu, but most of them couldn't play any tricks.

"Running 5,000 meters a day for the past two weeks, your speed has improved a bit! Next, practice and run back!" Jiu Ye held an ancient book in his hand and didn't raise his head.

Long-distance running is the most physical exercise, and switchback running can effectively improve the body's agility. It's the most important thing to lay the foundation. There is no complication in what the Ninth Master taught, and there are no moves at all. Although he was anxious in his heart, he would never and would never ignore the importance of basic training in martial arts.

Just like riding a bike, the mode of running consists of very simple movements that are repetitive millions of times before being seared deep into your body.

There's an old saying, "If you learn to ride a bike, you'll never forget it." So, with or without any guidance, once your personal pattern is established, the repetitive process known as "overlearning" will allow the pattern to become a part of your body, with each part as unique as your signature. This is what the Ninth Master thinks now.