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Joseph punched his hands together in a prayer letter: Thank God he finally got what he wanted.

Thirty years ago, a young man liked to watch martial arts movies. Then prayed day and night, hoping that the old man of God would give him a chance to see the true Chinese kung fu, the kind with the Golden Dragon flying out on a seamless foot! Open your eyes.

That plea has been made for over 10 years!

It's a true decade of daily prayer, every night sleeping dreams of falling into a cliff to gain divine power, or venturing into a mountain to meet an elderly man with white hair and pale hair to teach 100 years of power, and so on.

Too bad the old man of God was busy ignoring his petty wishes.

Today, after 20 years, his daughter grows up to be a beautiful big girl. He almost forgot his year-long wish, when God finally remembered his year-old desire for 10 years!

Joseph did not disturb Song Shuhang, because the martial arts film has a description, it would be rude to disturb people's exercise.

So he sat silently aside and watched Song Shuhang play the complete boxing technique.

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In fact, when the foreigner stepped into this abandoned classroom, Book Sailing had found him.

At this time, however, his "Vajra Basic Fist Law" has reached the end stage. If you stop, this trip will be practiced for nothing, and the effect of Qi Blood Dan medicine will be wasted.

Anyway, don't worry about the boxing technique being stolen. As long as the other party doesn't take pictures out of their cell phones, bear with it.

From noon until now, he has taken the second Qi Blood Dan and today practiced the Vajra Basic Fist for the seventh time, with remarkable results.

Well, the interval between exercises with pneumoconiosis is longer than he expected...

After the last two moves, he sat down and ran the True Me Meditation Book.

I didn't expect to find myself hiding in a secluded abandoned teaching building. Looks like we're going to practice somewhere else next time.

After sending the Qi and Blood values to your heart, this exercise is complete, and the book sails slowly open your eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he discovered that the tall foreigner was smiling and squatting not far in front of him. Book Sailing feels his fist is so stupid, I want to punch him!

“Big wet, are you done practicing?” The foreigners greeted each other with a very twisted face in Chinese.

Song Shuhang's mouth twitched and waved: “Hello. ”

“Big wet, I can learn Chinese_Kung_Fu from you! Sino-Country Kung Fu?” The foreigner looked forward to it and put on a classic posture of Wong Fei-hung, a martial arts film. Chinese kung fu, this is his dream since he was a kid, use a double knuckle stick... fly eaves to the wall!

“...” Song Shuhang rubbed his temple, he himself is a rookie, how can he teach others? Besides, the copyright of the Vajra Basic Fist is not his own. He can't even teach his own father. How can he teach a foreigner?

He searched for an excuse: "I'm sorry… my kung fu doesn't come out. ”

“I, can ~ worship! If it doesn't work - it's okay to go into your family tree! I know the Chinese rules. So, a little!” The foreigner was serious about it, and he was also very hard at work to learn kung fu.

You're going into my family tree, I don't want to! Song Shuhang sighed: “Sorry, I'm not eligible for apprenticeship. ”

“You can charge me as a ‘named disciple’. Then teach me a trick and a half first! What do you say?" The old outsiders persist.

“No, I'm not qualified to be a named disciple!” Song Shuhang refused.

However, the foreigners have not given up.

Chinese kung fu, real Chinese kung fu, fists in the air, the air will make the same sound of explosion!

How could I give up my childhood Chinese martial arts dream!

This is an elderly foreign youth deeply poisoned by Chinese martial arts films.

He used his kung fu to the extreme, even learning from this little master today! You have to learn something, or he'll regret it forever!

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Book Sailing never thought that he would eventually take in a 'nominal disciple’ named Joseph Guy Mobsang.

On this day, Song Shuhang finally struggled with the horror of 'wrestling'. If the other party is a pretty girl, it's just that she's still a middle-aged man, and she's not beautiful at all.

Finally, Song Shuhang earnestly taught Joseph a set of martial arts dropouts - The Age is Summoning.

The name, perhaps unfamiliar to many, has another name.

Many years ago, high school students in Huaxia called it the second set of radio gymnastics...

Every morning at school, as the sound on the radio sounds, the elementary and middle school students, whether it is cold or winter, have to come out of the classroom, step in place on the playground, line up, and press the radio number to start the operation.

Not to mention, this broadcast gymnastics really smells like martial arts.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! All right, one more time! Follow the rhythm. The rhythm is right. The posture is standard! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." Song Shukou shouted the beat, while carrying out the full set of "Times in Summon" in a standard position!

Joseph received a treasure… followed Song Shuhang's standard from beginning to end.

He's got a good sense of understanding. After two trips, he did the same thing!

“This school dropout is a basic set of doors, and when you go back to practicing day and night, you feel you can practise when you feel you have a warm airflow in your body, even if you are getting started!” Song Shu's navigation board took ‘disciples’ seriously with a face.

Broadcasting gymnastics is beneficial, don't think of Wulin master, it's okay to make your body healthy.

“Yes, sir! I must do it 30 times a day!” Joseph's eyes were bright and loud.

Three... thirty times? What a perseverance.

“Cough!” Song Shuhang couldn't help clearing his voice and patted this‘ disciple ’on the shoulder: “Come on practice and watch over you for the master! ”

Then he crossed his back and left the abandoned teaching building with a big swing - full of master style!

Joseph nodded desperately behind him, his eyes filled with excitement.

One day, can I, like Master, punch out and bang in the air?

I'm looking forward to it!

“Oh ho ho, it feels dry all over. Then do it again! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!” Joseph has seriously begun to refresh this‘ martial arts excellence 'and has fantasized about a day when he will become a world-class master!

The future, a light!

Unfortunately… he lays on the glass and sees a bright future, but there is no way out.

After Song Shuhang left the abandoned classroom, he rubbed his sweat: “I've never seen anyone tangle like this before. Good thing I learned radio gymnastics when I was a kid, otherwise there's really nothing to teach. ”

“... Little Book Sailing, I didn't expect you to be a bad thief sometimes.” At this time, Jiang Ziyan appeared quietly beside Song Shuhang, smiling badly.

“Miss Purple Smoke, what are you doing here?” Song Shuhang found himself in a state of ‘vigilance’ and still felt no closer to Jiang Ziyan.

Seniors, everyone is unpredictable.

“Hee-hee, I'm just here to give you something for the pharmacist. The pharmacist is on a temporary trip and it may take a few days to get back, so you can rest for a few days.” Jiang Ziyan pulled out an iron fracture fan and passed it to Song Shuhang.

“What is this thing?” Song Shuhang took this iron fan, dude, sink!

“Fire controller, didn't the pharmacist say to give you something to familiarize you with?” Jiang Ziyan picked out his eyebrows and laughed.