After hearing this, Zhang Qiang's eyes suddenly turned red. She stood up excitedly and said, "Sister Xiao Guo, are you afraid that I can't endure hardship? I have been able to endure hardship since I was a child! My parents are both policemen. I was often away from home, so I went home from school alone to cook and take care of myself! I’m not afraid of pain either! I worked very hard! When I was in the police academy, I started from the bottom of the physical fitness class to the fifth place in grade by the end. I practiced it step by step! Just give it a try, I promise you won’t cry tired! You won’t complain!”
"Don't worry, don't worry," Guo Ming held her shoulders and asked her to sit down. "It's not that I don't teach you, it's that I can't teach you. The martial arts I have learned have been practiced since childhood. The moves are simple, but the basic skills are very demanding, and the flexibility and flexibility of the body are very demanding. If you are still a child now, I clean your marrow and forge your bones without saying a word, and teach you every move. But the problem is, you are an adult. Even if I spend a long time cleaning your marrow and forging your bones, you can endure the pain, but the effect is not obvious. So. I said, I can’t teach you.”
Before Zhang Qiang showed a disappointed expression, Guo Ming continued: "But Pang Deyou can."
"Pang Deyou is accustomed to using a machete. Compared to me, his martial arts is more focused on external skills. Although internal skills cannot be taught to you, external skills can still be taught. After learning his skills, you can protect yourself against the enemy."
After hearing Guo Ming's words, Zhang Qiang's eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at Pang Deyou expectantly, until Pang Deyou panicked.
"Brother Pang Da~~~~~~~"
"Cough cough cough!!" Pang Deyou just took a sip of water and immediately choked and coughed repeatedly. Zhang Qiang jumped up and rushed over to stand next to Pang Deyou and patted his back vigorously, making Wu Yuanyuan and Guo Ming fall down with laughter.
"Brother Pang Pang, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! Don't mind it! Don't mind it!"
"Ahem, Miss Zhang, it's okay, it's okay, ahem, it's okay."
Pang Deyou cleared his throat: "Miss Zhang, my Pang family's swordsmanship routines are very powerful. They are fierce martial arts. They not only require physical flexibility, but also good physical fitness. Have you thought about it, are you determined to continue practicing?"
"Brother Pang Pang, I said before, I am not afraid of hardship!"
"Okay, then I'll teach you!"
Wu Yuanyuan asked curiously: "Then do you want to hold some sort of apprenticeship ceremony?"
"No need, I just taught her some fist and kick moves. I didn't teach her any martial arts skills. I'm not a master."
"I was watching TV before. Isn't it said that martial arts masters know many martial arts? Why do you only know one?" Wu Yuanyuan continued to ask.
"Haha, can you still believe what you see on TV? It takes decades to master a martial arts. If a person can do this and that, then think about it, how can he be good at it? Practicing martial arts is like this, doing This is true for everything. If you concentrate on one thing, you will eventually become a master."
"Well, I understand!" "I've been taught a lesson!" Wu Yuanyuan and Zhang Qiang said in unison.
"Brother Pang Pang, when can we start?"
"Call Pang Deyou..."
"Deyou, when can we start?"
"...If there is a venue, I can do it tomorrow."
Early the next morning, Zhang Qiang came to pick up Pang Deyou, and the two drove to the gym owned by Zhang Qiang's friend.
The gym is usually deserted in the morning, with no customers except for personal trainers working out. Zhang Qiang took Pang Deyou around and introduced the various equipment in the gym, and then the two came to a private training classroom. The classroom has an overall fitness frame for strength training, as well as yoga mats, elastic balls and foam rollers for stretching. Seeing these for the first time, Pang Deyou was very interested. He tried out all the equipment before starting to teach Zhang Qiang.
"I'll show you the Pang family's sword skills first, and then I'll tell you what kind of physical conditions you need." Pang Deyou looked at the size of the private classroom, walked out, and changed to a large gymnastics room.
Because she had to learn sword skills, Zhang Qiang prepared two large knives in advance. But the only ones that can be found on the market are the kind used in martial arts performances, which are light, thin and edgeless metal sheets. Pang Deyou didn't take it seriously. He held it in his hand and weighed it, then raised his wrist and made a sword dance in his hand.
"The Pang family's sword skills only have nineteen moves, and each of them has three variations, so there are a total of fifty-seven basic moves." Pang Deyou said, while dancing with the sword in his hand, the movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, wide open and wide. There is a fierceness between them. While wielding the knife, his eyes also changed, sometimes contemptuous of everything, sometimes full of murderous intent. Zhang Qiang was sometimes surprised and frightened at other times. After all the fifty-seven movements were demonstrated, at some point all the personal trainers standing in a row outside the sex room clapped together, as if they were watching some kind of performance.
Pang Deyou held up the knife and clasped his fists to the outside, and then told Zhang Qiang: "If you want to learn the Pang family's sword skills, you must first have enough flexibility in your body. The longer your arms are extended, the more enemies you can hit; the further you can kick your legs, The greater your own safety margin. So I will teach you some basic skills now. When you can stretch your arms like an ape and kick your legs like a python, we can start learning knife skills."
Zhang Qiang listened and said yes one by one. She walked to the corner and took off her coat, preparing to learn basic skills from Pang Deyou.
"You...put on your clothes!"
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