Zhang Ang has never been a person who likes to fight, he is low-key on weekdays, and he can endure everything he can, and let him let him go. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After coming to this world, he either practiced blindly by himself, or trained Arnold, and most of the rest of his time was spent on business, and he didn't have time to hire a teacher with rich practical skills.

Zhang Ang crossed the knife in front of him and said loudly: "Come on, I will use this weapon, whether you believe it or not." ”

"Okay, take it!"

Miss Sophie stepped forward and stabbed her sword out.

Miss Sophie's sword is a typical European-style stabbing sword, with a slender and prismatic blade and a rose-shaped gauntlet on the hilt, which looks very beautiful.

The sword moves of this beautiful sword are very sharp and swift.

Fortunately, Zhang Ang's eyesight is excellent now, and his reaction can keep up.

With a flick of his wrist and another wave, the blade of the stainless steel kitchen knife slapped on the body of the sword handed over, slapping the sword aside.

Then he took another step forward, and the kitchen knife slashed at Miss Sophie without mercy.

A hint of contempt appeared at the corner of Miss Sophie's mouth, and she retracted her sword to defend herself, and it was another sharp blow.

Only a "snap" was heard, and the slender bayonet sword hit Zhang Ang's wrist.

Zhang Ang's wrist hurt, his five fingers couldn't help but open, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground with a "snap".

Miss Sophie put her sword into the sheath and looked proud like a peacock: "I only use the level of a formal samurai, why, can't you take a single move?"

Zhang Ang couldn't help but be a little annoyed, he rubbed his aching wrist, picked up the kitchen knife, and said, "Come again!"

This time, Zhang Ang attacked first, he used his internal force, and according to the moves recorded in the "Ku Ding Jie Niu Knife Method", he slashed straight at Miss Sophie's delicate pink neck.

Miss Sophie simply took a step to the side, and Zhang Ang's attack fell into the air.

Zhang Ang was not discouraged, and it was another oblique split, this time slashing at Miss Sophie's delicate waist.

Miss Sophie took a step back, dodged the move, and drew her sword.

Another forward rush, and the blade was on Zhang Ang's neck.

Zhang Ang's throat twitched, and he said helplessly: "Okay, I admit defeat." ”

Miss Sophie didn't want to let him go so easily: "Your moves are not bad, but you don't know how to defend the opponent when you attack, and you don't have any actual combat experience at first glance." But that's okay, let's move on. ”

Then the two practiced against each other all morning.

Oh, it was Zhang Ang who was abused unilaterally all morning: the best result was only three moves.

Zhang Ang looked at the sun and suggested, "It's almost noon, let's eat first." ”

"Then you go and do it, I'm going to eat the grilled chicken thigh from yesterday, and the kind of fish fillet in the water. Miss Sophie commanded.

In desperation, Zhang Ang had no choice but to drag his tired body into the kitchen of the Earl's Palace.

It was easy to clean up a table of rich dishes for the earl's family, Zhang Ang was about to say goodbye, but Count Marceau spoke first: "Li Ang, you can also eat together, our family has not been so lively for a long time, I think I used to eat alone, but fortunately, Sophie is back, Li Ang, you are so good at cooking." It feels like a home away from home. ”

Zhang Ang was speechless, so he had to sit down and eat together.

Without others, Miss Sophie's eating appearance is not very elegant, she is holding a large bun in one hand and a roast chicken leg in the other, and her mouth is full of oil. praised Zhang Ang's cooking skills again and again.

Count Marceau only looked at Sophie with a loving face, without any reproach.

After finishing the meal easily, Zhang Ang stood up and was about to say goodbye. Miss Sophie interrupted again: "Let's rest for a while, let's continue in the afternoon." ”

Zhang Ang was taken aback: "Go on?

"Of course, I will continue to guide you in martial arts, you are so weak, if you go to the battlefield in the future, I will not be widowed. Miss Sophie felt strange.

"I don't think there's any need to trouble Miss Sophie, I'll hire an experienced martial artist as a teacher, and I'll study hard!" Zhang Ang assured.

"What those mediocre talents teach, according to their teachings, you will always be a waste, in short, you will come every afternoon in the future, and I will personally guide you. "Miss Sophie is determined.

"Okay. Zhang Ang had no choice but to agree, only to feel that the road ahead was dark.

It stands to reason that it is also instructed to practice martial arts, and it is better to face a big beauty than a big man.

But after being abused for most of the day, Zhang Ang also knows very well Miss Sophie's education method: that is, by constantly defeating you, let you learn from failure.

This kind of education method is very brutal, there is no guidance on the moves, there is no application of skills, and there is no way to teach the know-how of actual combat, all relying on one's own feelings and understanding, which is a typical Spartan education.

Such an education method, if the object is a shake M, will inevitably be ecstatic, happy, and the strength will inevitably be a thousand miles away.

Zhang Ang is a normal man, he knows how to be hard, he knows that he is tired, he will be discouraged, he will be depressed, and he really doesn't want to receive such an education.

But life is like being strong, if you can't resist, then you need to learn to enjoy it.

It was obvious that Zhang Ang could not resist at all now, so the afternoon of "enjoyment" began.

"You have a weak backhand, a weak forehand, loose steps, slow reactions, and none of your movements are decent, and with such a move, you want to attack me, it's a fool's dream!" Miss Sophie screamed, and the shadow of the sword flew.

With a "dang bang", the stainless steel kitchen knife in Zhang Ang's hand was knocked away again. Zhang Ang knelt on one knee, panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks and falling to the ground.

His chest and back were already soaked, his hands were also sore and hot, he no longer knew how many times he had been defeated, and the knife had been knocked away for the first time, but he mechanically picked up the knife and attacked again.

After being knocked down again, Zhang Ang lay on the ground and could no longer get up.

Miss Sophie looked at Zhang Ang, who was like a dead dog, and announced, "It looks like it's almost there, let's leave it like this for today." ”

She bent down, helped Zhang Ang, who was paralyzed on the ground, into the room.

Zhang Ang's limbs were weak and weak at this time, and he was not in the mood to appreciate the softness and elasticity of Miss Sophie's body.

Miss Sophie carefully took off Zhang Ang's clothes, took out a small box, and opened the small box, which was filled with white paste.

She took out some and carefully applied it to the joints of Zhang Ang's arms, and carefully spread the ointment.

Zhang Ang's intuitive limbs and joints were cool, and the original soreness and swelling disappeared cleanly, and he couldn't help asking: What kind of medicine is this, and how does it work so well. ”

Miss Sophie explained: "This is the Holy See's secret medicine for healing, they are all for their own use, and they are not sold out, but fortunately I have a good friend in Reims Church and I got some." It's all cheap for you now. ”

After applying the ointment and resting for a while, Zhang Ang felt better, said goodbye to Miss Sophie, dragged his heavy steps, and went home.