A Panda's Martial Arts

Seeing the smooth and smooth movements of the young city lord in front of him, the men who had just been disgusted nodded their heads from the bottom of their hearts.

Yes, compared to stabbing shit, the latter is obviously more acceptable-

Although it is difficult to do it in actual combat, who would not want to play beautifully and beautifully whenever there is a chance?

Although they still don't understand the significance of this teaching, at least they feel that they have a preliminary understanding of art.

Art is not disgusting, and what is not disgusting is art.

Just a random example, let them know what art is, which can't help but make the men listen more seriously.

Obviously, unlike previous impressions, the young city lord in front of him is not a bastard who only knows painting. At least from the perspective of this short teaching, there may be something really interesting in this class.

"Well, does anyone else want to talk about art's own understanding of art?"

The guys are getting serious, but the panda is getting a little numb—originally, he just planned to talk nonsense and get this teaching mixed up, and afterward, he just said "this group of people know the art of shit" as an excuse The job is lost.

Who would have thought that only one case was mentioned, and everyone else would shut up. Now these guys stared at him, and no one spoke for a while.

"No, don't you want to talk about your understanding of art?"

"I don't want to say it, Young City Master."

The other man shook his head.

"We don't know any art, we just want to hear from you."

"Ah this..."

The panda began to scratch its head.

Students want to attend classes, which is a good thing for any teacher, but the problem is that the panda is not here to be a teacher at all, he just wants to be a pure bastard, the better the teaching of this kind of thing, the bigger the problem, It is safest not to teach anything and just mix in the past.

But right now, these guys don't give him a chance to play tricks at all.

This is very difficult. After all, the identities of the two parties are here, and there may be an old woman reincarnated from the horizontal bar watching behind the scenes. He can't just say "I'm going to mess around, let's go to self-study" and then act badly on the spot. It is basically equivalent to Mingpai saying that he has a problem.

But if he doesn't mess around, he is always afraid that he will really teach something——

The Indian bearded man named "Raj" was a typical case. He just taught something casually, but the bearded man just relied on that point of force to overwhelm the entire shelter.If it's repeated...or forget it, he doesn't want to do it again.

So here comes the question, is there any way to make him act like a bastard openly without being seen out?

"Have it!"

As if remembering something, the panda slapped its head.

"What is said by mouth just doesn't make any sense. Only what is learned in practice can be truly understood."

While saying this, the panda greeted the guards at the door.

"Go, bring more paper and pens, the more the better."

"Let's do the quiz."

Chapter 56 I understand the classics

Quiz in class, the best way to start mixing, there is no one.

Of course, it doesn't mean that this method is completely confusing, and there are quite a few responsible teachers who use this method to test the level of students——

But in Panda's impression, during the period when he was not a panda, at least after the papers were handed out, the teacher who had nothing to do could sit back on the podium and do something of his own.

Right now he doesn't have test papers, but painting doesn't need test papers, he just handed out the paper and pens, and let these people do the rest.

"Since we just chatted a little bit about what beauty is, let's draw the most beautiful things in your impression."

After putting down an extremely broad proposition, the panda felt relaxed.

There is no need to worry about leaking words, and there is no need to bother to find topics. He doesn't need to do anything, he just needs to sit here and finish.

Perfect gangster, classic salary thief, adhering to the will of the old era before the catastrophe, no one can beat him in terms of fishing at work, no one can.

Just sitting here must be a bit boring, and there are no mobile phones for him to play with these days, but for a panda who is a warrior, there are too many ways to relieve boredom.

For example, the most basic thing is to exercise by sitting.

On the premise of maintaining a sitting posture, place the center of gravity of the entire body on the two feet completely. If it can be done, then even if the seat is removed at this time, the balance of the body can still be maintained-from the outside, this It's almost like sitting on an invisible air chair.

In the past, pandas did not engage in such fancy things. After all, this kind of thing was just for viewing, but it was not beneficial to the battle itself.

But at this moment, idleness is idleness, and this kind of technology, which is no different from entertainment, can just be used to relieve boredom.

Although the panda's three-meter-high body is too heavy, the panda also feels that his posture cannot last long, but based on his own muscle strength and control over the body, it should not be a big problem to hold it for two or three hours. .

It's just a pity that there was still no audience for his impressive technical demonstration.

Just because the men in the audience were fighting with pens and drawing boards.

Due to the lack of education, many men hold pens in a weird manner, which is not a common way of holding a pen, more like holding a sharp sword or holding an awl——

I have to say that this is indeed a very suitable grip, so several sheets of thick drawing paper were pierced, which forced the guards to replace the new paper and remove the old paper at the same time. .

"The port city doesn't produce paper. It's very expensive. If you do it like this...forget it..."

Seeing the precious paper being wasted like this, the guards couldn't help complaining, which directly caused the men to act more cautiously——

They are not good at painting, and they can't do this kind of thing at all.

It's okay to let them pick up knives and guns to fight desperately, but it's really too difficult for them to hold a pen.

"No, can you really reach the Bone Painting Realm by doing this kind of thing?"

Some men have already begun to have doubts, they all came here after hearing that this training would make them go further——

But judging from the current situation, let alone the Bone Painting Realm, what they have learned is not even close to fighting.You can't kill people, and you can't kill animals, so is there any need to learn about this kind of thing?

Maybe this kind of technology can please those in high positions. After all, the young city lord in front of me likes to draw. If the paintings can make the other party look good, maybe he can be transferred to the city lord's mansion to live a good life for a few days ...

But they are just thinking about this kind of thing, no one will really do it.

As people in the wilderness, they know very well that only the swords and guns in their hands are the capital of their lives. The soft bread from the City Lord's Mansion may not be able to be eaten so smoothly. That's it, but it's only safe to eat the food bought by blood and life.

Only one's own force is the foundation of one's life, and only the strong are qualified to control one's own destiny. They don't believe in anything except the knives and guns in their hands and the kung fu of killing.

After all, in this troubled world, everyone is like this.

Only if you are able to fight and have enough fighting power, can you have the possibility of defending your own property.

Even any street vendor must know how to use two-handed swordsmanship, just because people who can't fight can't survive in this world——

In the past, it was not like there was no such kind-hearted idiot, who felt that instead of spending time on killing skills, it is better to do business diligently. As long as he earns enough money, he can still get the corresponding respect after all.

So half a year after he said these words, the dead body of this idiot was found in his bedroom, and his savings that he had accumulated for half a year had disappeared, obviously all of them had been looted by thieves.

Of course, the city guards quickly cracked the case, and the old Mr. Hushan still has such a keen sense of smell——

But even if this kind of thing is solved, it is already too late, and those gangsters have squandered all the stolen money in just a few days.

In fact, it is useless to recover the stolen money at this time, after all, the original owners of these properties have already turned into corpses.

Maybe this little money can be used as compensation for his family, but what's the point of this poor compensation?

"Martial arts are the foundation of one's life!"

After that, the people in the port city became more aware of this argument.

If you only work and do not practice martial arts, then no matter how much savings you have, it will be prepared for the robbers.

But as long as you practice martial arts, as long as you make yourself stronger and stronger than the robber, the savings of the robber will become your granary.

This is the way of thinking of the people in the wasteland. They have always looked down on the gentlemen of the refuge. They are clearly sitting on the cultural heritage before the catastrophe, but they are still beaten by those ancient survivors—they are not like this in the wasteland. Case.

Although they did not have a grain workshop that could produce food stably, nor a fusion reactor that could provide stable energy, nor did they have a shelter that was easier to defend than a fortress, but they still survived, in this troubled world They survived, relying on their own strength, relying on the martial arts they honed in bloody fights time and time again.

So, here comes the problem.

Does this kind of painting really have anything to do with martial arts?

"Is the Young City Master playing tricks on us?"

A man whispered to his companions, he felt that he had touched the truth of the matter.

"Although it is said that we are going to be promoted to Bone Painting Realm, but you also know that the young city lord's martial arts... why do I always feel that the young city lord is here to fool around. After all, you also know that our supervisor is having an affair with the old city lord ..."

"Keep your voice down! What if you are heard!"

The man on the side was numb at that moment, and quickly raised his head to take a look.

Fortunately, everyone was fighting against the blank paper in front of them, and the voices present were quite noisy, and the giant cloaked bear on the podium did not look at them at all, obviously not aware of the conversation here.

But after glancing at the giant cloaked bear, the man shook his head at the man beside him.

"It doesn't look like he's here to dawdle. You see, he trains quite hard. At this time, he has to take time to practice... Did you see it? That's the practice of the air chair!"

Although the air chair is often just a show of skill, it can also exercise the leg muscles and core stability.

The young city lord in front of him didn't pull them to brag about how beautiful this movement is, so it was obviously a way to train himself.

He obviously came to work, but he still maintains such a high-intensity training. Just looking at his heart, who can say that this young city lord is just here to dawdling in gold?

Although the young city lord was physically weak and didn't like martial arts, everyone in the port city always thought that he was an outlier with a brain problem, but everyone still liked to see this kind of drama where the mentally retarded tried to become stronger.

Just like the man who raised the question just now, after seeing this training, he also shut up and stopped discussing those rumors.

However, his doubts about painting are still not dispelled.

"Let's draw the most beautiful thing in our impression... No matter how you think about it, it's impossible to make people stronger."

The man scratched his head in distress. He really couldn't think of anything to draw—it wouldn't be difficult if he just used a paintbrush to smear randomly on the paper, but he had to paint to achieve the Bone Painting Realm... Could the Bone Painting Realm be drawn?

"You can't really just draw bones, can you? This kind of thing has nothing to do with becoming stronger?"

"Hmm! What you said seems to make sense!"

Beside the man, the man seemed to have thought of something and nodded repeatedly.

"Mr. Hushan from the City Guard Army also came to give some lectures before, and we all know that the bone painting state is the state that can only be achieved after fully understanding oneself...

On the other hand, does it mean that we can in turn understand our own body structure by painting the human body? "

"Huh? It seems to be like this!"

The bewildered man suddenly came to his senses.

"Indeed, this is indeed the case. If you think about it this way, you can understand why the young city lord came to teach us... I heard that the young city lord was at the military port before, and the young city lord knocked back the bison under Mr. Hushan's hand , I originally thought that this kind of thing was blown out by them, but now it seems that the young city master may not have really achieved great success in painting bones, and has begun to pay attention to it."