Joseph put his hands together and prayed. Thank God, he finally got his wish.
Thirty years ago, when he was young, he liked watching martial arts movies. After that, he prayed day and night, hoping that God would give him a chance to see real China Kung Fu. The kind where one could walk on snow without leaving a trace, the kind where a golden dragon danced with one palm! It was a good eye-opener.
He prayed for more than ten years!
That was a real ten years of praying. Every night, he dreamed of falling off a cliff and obtaining a divine skill, or entering the mountains to adventure and encountering a white-haired old man who would teach him a hundred years of Kung Fu, and so on.
It was a pity that God was busy and ignored his tiny wish.
Now, after twenty years, his daughter had grown up to be a beautiful girl. He almost forgot his wish. Now, God finally remembered the wish that he had been praying for for ten years!
Joseph did not disturb Song Shuhang. According to the description in martial arts movies, it was impolite to disturb someone's practice.
Therefore, he sat quietly and watched Song Shuhang practice the complete set of boxing techniques.
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In fact, when the foreigner stepped into the abandoned classroom, Shuhang had already noticed him.
However, his Vajra Foundation Building Fist Technique was already at the final stage. If he stopped now, this trip would be in vain and the Vitality Pill would be wasted.
Anyway, he did not have to worry about the technique being stolen. As long as the other party did not take out his phone to take pictures, he could just bear with it.
From noon until now, he had already taken the second Vitality Pill. Today was the seventh time he practiced the Vajra Foundation Building Fist Technique. The effect was obvious.
Hmm, the interval between using the Vitality Pill to practice was longer than he had expected …
After the last two moves, he sat down and started the True Self Meditation Scripture.
He did not expect to be discovered even though he was hiding in this remote, abandoned school building. It seemed that he would have to find another place to practice next time.
After sending the Vitality Pill into his heart acupoint, the practice was completed. Shuhang slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the tall foreigner squatting not far from him with a fawning expression. Shuhang felt that his fist was itching to move, and he really wanted to punch it!
"Master, are you done with your practice?" The foreigner was fawning and greeted him in awkward Chinese.
Song Shuhang's mouth twitched as he waved his hand. "Hello."
"Master, I can learn from you how to go for a chic! Chinese Kung Fu? "The foreigner had an expectant look on his face, and he even posed like Huang Feihong in martial arts movies. China Kung Fu, this has been his dream ever since he was a child. Quick, use your nunchaku … Leap onto roofs and vault over walls!
"…" Song Shuhang rubbed his temples. He himself was a rookie. How could he teach others? Moreover, the copyright of the Vajra Foundation Building Fist Technique was not his. Even his own father could not teach it, so how could he teach it to a foreigner?
He casually came up with an excuse, "I'm sorry … My family's martial arts are not taught to outsiders."
"I can … take him as my master! If it really doesn't work ~ it's not a problem to enter your family tree! I know a little bit about China's rules! "The foreigner flattered seriously. In order to learn Kung Fu, he worked very hard.
If you want to join my family, I don't want to! Song Shuhang sighed, "I'm sorry, I don't have the qualifications to accept disciples."
"You can accept me as an 'in-name disciple'. Then, teach me a move and a half! What do you think? "The foreigner persevered.
"No, I don't even have the qualifications to be your in-name disciple!" Song Shuhang refused.
However, the foreigner did not give up.
It was China Kung Fu, the real China Kung Fu. When his fist hit the air, the air would make a sound like an explosion!
How could I give up? My China Kung Fu dream since I was a child!
This was an older foreign youth who had been poisoned by China's martial arts movies.
He displayed his pestering skills to the extreme. Today, even if he could learn a little bit from this young master, it would be enough! He must learn something, or he would regret it for the rest of his life!
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Little did he expect that in the end, he would still accept this Joseph Guy Maupassant's' nominal disciple '.
On this day, Song Shuhang finally experienced the horror of pestering. It would have been fine if the other party was a beautiful girl, but he was a middle-aged uncle, and he wasn't handsome at all!
In the end, Song Shuhang seriously taught Joseph a set of martial arts techniques — The Times are Calling.
Many people might not be familiar with this name, but it was also called by another name.
Many, many years ago, Chinese middle school students called it the second set of radio calisthenics …
Every morning, when the sound of the radio rang out, the middle school and primary school students would come out of their classrooms, go to the sports field, and line up. Then, they would start to do the exercises according to the number of the radio.
This set of radio calisthenics did have a bit of a martial arts style to it.
"One two three four five six seven eight, two two three four five six seven eight, two two three four five six seven eight … four two three four five six seven eight! Very good, let's do it again! Follow the beat, the rhythm must be right, and the posture must be standard! One two three four five six seven eight … "Song Shuhang shouted the rhythm while performing the complete set of the 《Times are Calling》 with the standard posture!
Joseph felt as if he had obtained a treasure … He followed Song Shuhang and learned it from start to finish.
His comprehension was pretty good, and after learning it twice, he was able to perform it well!
"This set of techniques is a set of basic techniques. Go back and practice it day and night. When you feel that you can feel a warm current flowing in your body, you'll be considered to have learned it!" Song Shuhang said to his' disciple 'with a serious expression on his face.
Radio calisthenics were very beneficial. Martial arts experts could forget about it, but it was enough to make the body a bit healthier.
"Yes, teacher! I'll definitely find time to do it thirty times a day! "Joseph's eyes lit up as he said loudly.
Th-thirty times? What a guy with perseverance.
"Cough, cough!" Song Shuhang couldn't help but clear his throat and pat the shoulder of this' disciple '. "Work hard on your cultivation. Teacher has high hopes for you!"
Then, he crossed his arms behind his back and swaggered out of the abandoned school building — full of the demeanor of a grandmaster!
Behind him, Joseph kept nodding his head, his eyes filled with excitement.
One day, he would also be able to be like his Master, punching out and making the air crackle with sound.
He was really looking forward to it!
"Ohhhhh, I feel so motivated. Let's do it again! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight … two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! " Joseph started to practice this set of 'Martial Arts' seriously. In his heart, he was already fantasizing about the day he became a peerless expert!
His future was bright!
Unfortunately … he was lying on a piece of glass. He could see a bright future, but there was no way out.
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After leaving the abandoned classroom, Song Shuhang secretly wiped his sweat. "I've seen people pester people, but I've never seen someone pester people to this extent. Luckily, I was very serious when learning radio calisthenics when I was young. Otherwise, there would really be nothing to teach me. "
At this moment, Riverly Purple Mist quietly appeared beside Song Shuhang and said with a smirk, "Hey … Little Shuhang, I didn't expect you to be so naughty sometimes."
"Miss Purple Mist, why are you here?" Song Shuhang realized that even though his mental power was in the 'alert' state, he still couldn't sense Riverly Purple Mist's approach.
Every one of the seniors was unfathomable.
"Hehe, I'm just here to give you something on behalf of the Medicine Master. The Medicine Master had to go out for an urgent matter and will probably only be back after a few days. You can rest for a few days. "Riverly Purple Mist took out an iron folding fan and handed it to Song Shuhang.
"What is this?" Song Shuhang took the iron fan. Damn, it's heavy!
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