I Picked Up An Ancient Transmigration Killer To Be A Wife

After hearing this, Zhang Qiang's eyes suddenly turned red. She stood up excitedly and said, "Miss Guo, are you afraid that I won't be able to endure hardship? I have been able to endure hardship since I was a child! My parents were both policemen. Often not at home, I go home from school alone to cook and take care of myself! I am not afraid of pain! I work hard! When I was in the police academy, I counted down from the beginning of the physical fitness class to the fifth grade at the end of the year. I practiced it step by step by myself! Just try it, I promise I won’t be tired! I won’t complain!”

"Don't worry, don't worry," Guo Ming helped her by the shoulders and told her to sit down. "It's not that I don't teach you, I can't teach you. The martial arts I have learned have been practiced since I was a child. The moves are simple, but the basic skills require a lot of flexibility and flexibility. If you are still a child now, I will not say anything else to help you wash your marrow and forge your bones. I will teach you one move at a time. But the problem is that you are already an adult. Even if you spend a long time helping you wash your marrow and forge your bones, you can bear 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 do it."

"Pang Deyou is used to using a machete. Compared with me, martial arts are more external. Although there is no way to teach you internal skills, you can still learn external skills. After learning his skills, you can protect yourself enough to kill the enemy."

After hearing Guo Ming's words, Zhang Qiang's eyes lit up immediately, and she looked at Pang Deyou expectantly, which made Pang Deyou panic.

"Brother Pang~~~~~~~"

"Cough, cough, cough!!" Pang Deyou just took a sip of water, and immediately coughed again and again.Zhang Qiang jumped up and stood beside Pang Deyou to help pat his back vigorously, laughing so hard that Wu Yuanyuan and Guo Ming fell down.

"Brother Pang Da, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! Don't mind! Don't mind!"

"Ahem, Miss Zhang, it's all right, it's all right, ahem, it's all right."

Pang Deyou cleared his throat: "Miss Zhang, my Pang family's saber technique is very open and close. It belongs to the martial arts of the hard and fierce way. It not only requires the body to be flexible, but also requires good physical fitness. Think about it, do you have the determination to continue practicing?"

"Brother Pang Da, as I said, I am the least afraid of suffering!"

"Okay, then I'll teach you!"

Wu Yuanyuan asked curiously: "Then do you want to hold some apprenticeship ceremony?"

"No need, I just taught some boxing moves, I didn't teach her martial arts mentality, so I can't be regarded as a master."

"I watched TV before. Didn't you say that martial arts masters know a lot of martial arts? Why do you all only know one?" Wu Yuanyuan continued to ask.

"Ha, can you believe what's on TV? It takes decades to master a martial art. If a person knows this and that, then think about it, how can he do it well? Practicing martial arts is like this. This is true of everything. If you concentrate on one thing, you will eventually become a master.”

"Yes, I understand!" "Taught!" Wu Yuanyuan and Zhang Qiang said in unison.

"Brother Pang, when can we start?"

"Call Pang Deyou..."

"When can we start, Deyou?"

"... If there is a venue, it will be available tomorrow."

Early the next morning, Zhang Qiang came to pick up Pang Deyou, and the two drove to the gym opened by Zhang Qiang's friend.

The gym in the morning is usually deserted, and there are no guests except for the personal trainer exercising.Zhang Qiang took Pang Deyou for a tour, and after introducing the various equipment in the gym, the two came to a private education classroom.Classrooms have full-body gyms for strength training and things like yoga mats, bouncy balls and foam rollers for stretching.Seeing these for the first time, Pang Deyou was very interested. He insisted on trying all the equipment before he started teaching Zhang Qiang.

"I'll show you the Pang family's sword technique first, and then tell you what kind of physical condition you need." Pang Deyou looked at the size of the private classroom, walked out, and changed to a large gymnastics room.

Because she wanted to learn sword skills, Zhang Qiang prepared two big swords in advance.But the only thing that can be found on the market is the kind used in martial arts performances, which is light, thin and has no blades.Pang Deyou didn't take it seriously, he weighed it in his hand, and then raised his wrist and danced a sword in his hand.

"The Pang family's saber technique has only 57 moves, each of which has three changes, so there are 57 basic moves in total." Pang Deyou said while dancing tigers and tigers with the sword in his hand, the movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, opening and closing. There is a strong meaning in the room.While wielding the sword, her eyes also changed, sometimes contemptuous of everything, sometimes full of killing intent, Zhang Qiang was surprised and terrified at times.After all the demonstrations of Form [-] were completed, at some point those personal trainers standing outside the exercise room stood in a row, applauding vigorously together, as if they were watching some performance.

Pang Deyou held the knife upside down and gestured to the outside, and then told Zhang Qiang: "If you want to learn the Pang family's sword technique, you must first have enough flexibility in your body. The longer you stretch your arms, the more enemies you can hit; the farther you kick your legs, The greater your own security range. So now I will teach you some basic skills, and when you can spread your arms like an ape and kick your legs like a python, we can start to learn sword skills."

After hearing this, Zhang Qiang said yes, went to the corner and took off her coat, ready to learn basic skills from Pang Deyou.

"You... put your clothes on!"

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