Shen Ning stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "Mo Chuan, I'd better stop practicing kung fu. Your kung fu is so good. Even if I practice for another ten years, I still can't catch up with you."
Mo Chuan glared at her: "You want to be lazy? Are you afraid of hardship?"
She hurriedly shook her head: "I'm not afraid of hardship. I've also learned boxing and kicking kung fu before. Of course I can't compare with martial arts masters like you, but I can still defend myself against ordinary people. But I really can't practice this internal skill. ”
"You know how to box and kick? Why didn't I know? Show me how many moves you can practice." Mo Chuan became curious.
"If I don't practice, you will laugh at me." Shen Ning's face turned slightly red. She knew that the few self-defense techniques she had learned from modern times were worthless in Mo Chuan's eyes.
"Silly girl, I am your husband, what are you afraid of if you practice with me? It's better for me to laugh at you than for others to laugh at you. Besides, haven't you laughed at me too many times?" Mo Chuan said with a smile.
When Shen Ning heard the words "I am your husband", she felt sweet in her heart and stood up with a smile.
"Okay, then I will practice a few moves for you to see. However, what I learned is not martial arts, just some specific self-defense techniques. Are you willing to try them on me?"
"Okay." Mo Chuan smiled and nodded.
"Then you strangle my neck with your arms like this, yes, that's it, stand behind me." Shen Ning helped him get into position.
Mo Chuan couldn't help but said "Hey" and said: "I've restrained you like this, do you still have a way to fight back?"
Shen Ning chuckled, didn't say much, grabbed his arm with both hands, and threw him over his shoulder.
Even though Mo Chuan was an expert in martial arts, he was caught off guard and was thrown over by her. However, he straightened his back and landed firmly on the ground, facing her face to face with surprise and admiration on his face.
"This is a good move."
Shen Ning tilted her chin up proudly. Before she could boast a few words, Mo Chuan had already touched the tip of her nose and shook his head at her.
"Although your moves are clever, they are not supported by internal strength. If you meet a master of internal strength, they can easily defeat your move and it will be useless at all. Therefore, you must practice internal strength."
Her smile suddenly froze on her face.
"Mo Chuan, I'm really not lazy. The internal skills you taught me are all about breathing and meditation. I only practiced for a short while before falling asleep. Are you sure this is how you practiced before?"
"How come I feel drowsy? When I practice, the more I practice, the more energetic I become. Otherwise, you can practice again in front of me." Mo Chuan said in surprise.
Shen Ning had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the couch and breathe according to the mental method taught by Mo Chuan.
"Hold your breath and concentrate, put away your distracting thoughts, and just think about how the breath you breathed in will travel away..." Mo Chuan stared at her intently and gave instructions.
She has a photographic memory, is smart and clever, and can master everything she learns instantly. But for some reason, she has never been able to gain entry into the cultivation of internal skills.
After only breathing for a short while, she felt sleepy, eyes tired, and yawning continuously.
"Mochuan, aren't you sleepy yet? I'm going to sleep first." She yawned and closed her eyes.
Mo Chuan was angry and distressed at the same time. He picked her up, walked to the bed beside her, put her down, and covered her with a quilt.
He was sitting in front of the bed looking at her sleeping face when he suddenly heard a "knock-knock" sound outside the window.