How should the spirit master in the mental hospital save himself at the beginning?

"Master, master, I'm back~"

Just as he walked to the door, Wang Heng started yelling. Although Ye Xiong had said verbally that he did not recognize him as his apprentice, Ye Xiong couldn't just tear it off with his mouth on Wang Heng's head, right?

Since Ye Xiong has the qualifications and qualifications to call Qin Feng "that kid Qin Feng", if he breaks up with Qin Feng in the future, Ye Xiong's Ye's Martial Arts School may be one of Wang Heng's biggest safe havens in Han City !

"Come in with me quickly!"

Ye Xiong blew his beard and stared, but there was nothing he could do about Wang Heng. Since Wang Heng got him drunk last night, he no longer had much prestige at all.

However, Wang Heng naturally respected him, but he always maintained a polite attitude on the surface, which was not Wang Heng's way of expressing respect.

"Master, come here to eat some fruit. This is the freshest fruit that Nie Beibei and I bought from the black stall next to the school! The price of the fruit there is a bit high, but the freshness is maintained well!"

Wang Heng turned his head and gestured towards the table, and Nie Beibei carried the fruit basket over.

"If you want to bribe me with this little fruit, do you look down on me, Ye Xiong, too much?"

That was true, but looking at the slight smile on his face, Wang Heng knew that he had bought the right fruit.

You must know that there are countless dignitaries who want to give Ye Xiong some gifts but can't find a way to do so, but Wang Heng only spent a hundred or so yuan to make the old man smile.

Giving gifts is giving gifts. When it's time to practice, Ye Xiong won't hesitate at all.

"When did you have dinner?"

Ye Xiong looked up at the big clock on the wall. It was already half past six.

"It's about half past five. I originally wanted to eat at Master's place, but I thought it would make Master stay up too late, so I ate early."

Wang Heng said some flattering words, and although Ye Xiong saw through it, so what? Is this flattering slap on the butt uncomfortable or something?

"No matter how slick your mouth is, I won't let you down during the training later!"

"That's right, a selfless person like the master will naturally not let go. If you let go, I will really look down on you!"

It's been an hour since I finished eating.

So I warmed up first.

Although the martial arts hall is not particularly big, it is not small either. Wang Heng and Nie Beibei are running around the martial arts arena. The prop floor that was damaged by Wang Heng yesterday has not been repaired yet.

There is no need to have people standing on the wall. It will look a bit ugly, but it will not affect the training.

Only a few slightly bulging pits on the ground and a cavity radiating outward like an explosion site were a bit scary.

While exercising during the day today, several disciples tripped over those potholes and bulges.

After jogging around the martial arts field for more than ten times, Nie Beibei was panting and sweating, but Wang Heng seemed to be fine and didn't seem to have anything wrong at all.

Ye Xiong asked the two of them to warm up and stretch their muscles on the spot, focusing on their joints, and then returned to the back room.

When it came out again, "Bang!".

A pile of heavy objects was thrown by Ye Xiong on the thin soft cushion.

When the smoke and dust cleared, those things were all carrying heavy weights.

"Put these on me and then run twenty laps!"

Ye Xiong showed no mercy and pointed casually, "The total weight of these weights is fifty-five kilograms. Don't even think about taking them off tonight. I usually carry leggings and hand bindings with half the weight, and add them during training." This vest!”

"Holy shit, Master, even if you don't care about my face, can't you make me feel better for the sake of bringing me all these fruits?"

"Did you bring these up? Why did I see that it was Beibei who brought them up?"

Ye Xiong was confused about the tactics. He put his hands behind his back and stared directly into Wang Heng's eyes:

"Why, you can't bear this? You want to learn all my kung fu. If you can't do this, you should go back to your mother quickly."

"...Yes, everything you said is right, thank you!"

Wang Heng planned to take back the fruit basket he bought with money when he left later.

It happened that he was a little angry last night. He remembered that there seemed to be pears in the fruit basket?

The weights had probably been worn by several generations. It was impossible to feel comfortable wearing such things, so Wang Heng saw that the weights were covered with sweat stains from who knows how many years.

"...Master, don't you know how to wash it after using it?"

"Are you teaching me how to do something?"

"..."

Wang Heng felt that today was the day he used ellipses the most.

Since he was asking someone to learn fighting skills, he couldn't just walk away casually.

It's also impossible to take out a gun and shoot the old man.

Now, if he really confronts the old man, he will probably die...

"Well, people are under the roof..."

"Ok?"

"Well, in order to learn the master's inheritance, all the hard work is worth it. There is dawn ahead, we just need to step through this deep but final darkness!"

Ye Xiong glared, and Wang Heng immediately changed his tune.

But after all, he accepted Wang Heng's gift, so he took out a white vest from behind and threw it to Wang Heng. If Wang Heng had refused, he might have hidden the vest until his death...

"Thank you, Master. Master is so generous. Master is as blessed as the East Sea!"

Wang Heng was overjoyed. With the vest as a cushion, the center of his body no longer had to directly touch the sweat-stained vest, and he felt much better.

Wang Heng naturally didn't know how to use leggings, hand bindings, vests and other weights for the first time.

The old woman who had been serving Ye Xiong also played a role at this moment, helping Wang Heng dress neatly.

The old lady has a very kind attitude, and Wang Heng is not allowed to drive casually.

"Hiss—this is too heavy!"

When he put on the vest, Wang Heng's body was slightly bent. After walking a few more steps to get used to the weight, he straightened up as usual.

"Humph!"

Ye Xiong just glared at Wang Heng, sent him off to run, and then turned to look at Nie Beibei, who was almost active.

"Master, master..."

Nie Beibei called out tentatively.

"Ah."

Ye Xiong nodded slightly and acquiesced to the title.

Anyway, Wang Heng has already called his dog, but after Wang Heng calls this originally quite sacred title too many times, it feels a bit boring no matter how you listen to it.

Just call it that...

Nie Beibei didn't have any foundation, so he started from the most basic things.

In fact, the most basic things are actually the most difficult, because your physical fitness must meet the qualitative requirements, otherwise you will not be able to carry out subsequent training.

When the older generation practices martial arts, they have to practice the basics for two or three years, all in order to lay a more solid foundation. However, some masters just do it for a few more years...

Ye Xiong went through the boxing routine, including the starting position, and there were only eight simple movements.