Several times in a row, Wen Rongrong's attacks failed, and he couldn't even touch a piece of his clothes, so he couldn't help being a little impetuous.
"How did you do it?" She said out of breath, she always thought that her kung fu was pretty good, but she couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, it was too much.
"When you attacked me just now, did you pay attention to my feet?" Compared to her panting, Gu Linchao was still calm and calm.
"Under your feet?" Wen Rongjun was stunned.
Gu Linchao did not explain, but demonstrated it to her.
Wen Rongyong's eyes fell on his feet.
It was only then that he discovered that his footsteps were not chaotic, but light and skillful. Every step he took, he could precisely avoid her attacks, like a special footwork.
Seeing this, she came to an epiphany, and said pleasantly: "If the concubine uses the footwork of the prince, will you be unable to avoid my attack?"
"Try it." Gu Linchao admired her a little when he heard the words, but he didn't expect her to figure it out so quickly. He twitched his mouth and looked at her encouragingly.
Wen Rongjun regained his confidence, held his stick, and attacked him with a move.
She used the footwork that Gu Linchao taught just now.
At the beginning, she was still a little unfamiliar, but after coming down for two times, she was able to use it freely, matching her stick technique, it was seamless.
"You don't have internal strength, so when you meet a strong opponent, don't get entangled with the opponent, but find a way to find the opponent's weakness and control the enemy with one move."
Gu Linchao explained to her while avoiding her attack.
Hearing this, a cunning flashed in Wen Rong's eyes, and he suddenly said: "My lord, is it like this?"
Before Gu Linchao could react, the girl suddenly jumped up and kicked him with a stick for support.
Gu Linchao was startled, and dodged to avoid it.
Wen Rongjun's kick failed, but she didn't give up. She was extremely fast, picked up the stick, and took advantage of the situation to catch up.
Gu Linchao was still able to avoid her attack in the front, but when he got to the back, because the two of them had the same footwork, they bumped into each other.
Wen Rongjun retracted the stick in time to avoid hitting him, but because she rushed too fast, she crashed into his arms all at once.
Gu Linchao was unprepared, and was knocked backwards by her. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and his heels touched the tree pole behind him, which stopped her momentum.
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and the air froze for a moment.
The two looked at each other, and they were both stunned for a moment.
For a moment, Wen Yung blinked, looked at the man with a condensed expression, and whispered: "My lord, are you okay? The concubine didn't do it on purpose."
Gu Linchao came back to his senses, his palms were sweating, he pushed her away a little, and said calmly, "I don't blame you, I'm fine."
"Oh." Wen Rongjun held the stick, but looked at him quietly, "Then can the lord teach me lightness kung fu?"
Gu Linchao suppressed his floating mood, and said in a warm voice: "Qinggong can't be practiced overnight. If you don't have internal strength, you have to cultivate internal strength first. Once you have internal strength, you can practice lightness kung fu."
Wen Rongjun nodded in response, "Then how do you cultivate your internal strength?"
Gu Linchao entered the gazebo, picked up a book from the stone table and handed it to her, "You should read this book first, and ask me if you don't understand it."
Wen Rongjun took it as if he had found a treasure, and then flipped through it. Seeing that it was indeed a secret book of internal skills, he was very happy.