Zhenlongting

Chapter 17 Ambush
Looking at classmate Wang Xiaoya, with a contented smile, she walked with the back of the old master.

Zhang Kun's expression became even weirder, and he shuddered uncontrollably.

"Could it be that this guy is a masochist, the more he is beaten, the happier he is..."

Thinking of the dragon energy value contributed by the other party just now, Zhang Kun felt a desire to go up and beat her up.

pity.

Can't beat it.

After finally getting rid of this strange thought from her mind, she turned her head and found that Li Xiaowan was looking at herself curiously with her head sideways.

"Look what, I have ashes on my face?"

"Cousin, what does masochism mean? Do you mean little sister?" Li Xiaowan blinked her big eyes.

"No." Zhang Kun quickly covered her mouth.

I heard that people who practice martial arts have very good ears, but I don't have this sign. Maybe Wang Jingya has practiced kung fu to her ears. After all, she is a master of bone forging.

"Kids, don't ask questions, and don't talk nonsense. I heard that women who talk too much will not grow tall."

"Oh, I see."

Li Xiaowan rolled her eyes, but didn't ask any more questions.

After the two of them had a hasty lunch, Li Xiaowan was going to An Ren Tang to continue her promising job as a drug-grabbing apprentice.

The food basket will be placed in the Yuanshun Escort, and will be taken home after Zhang Kun's martial arts training is over.

Maybe it was because the boxing teaching was over, Wang Jingya didn't show up in the afternoon, so she didn't know what she was busy with.

Without the invisible deterrence of that huge figure, this quiet place would not be so quiet.

Zhang Kun only practiced for a short while, and there were trainees and handyman guys who came to take a look at him from time to time, or chatted kindly or maliciously.

'It looks like nothing will happen this afternoon, and it's time to get off work. '

There is no nine-to-five system in this era, especially the Yuanshun Escort Agency, which has very loose restrictions on the escorts and troopers under the door.

It is only required to be in the Escort in the morning, and there is no requirement for other times.

Because of people coming and going, Zhang Kun felt a little uncomfortable after practicing boxing. After thinking about it, he simply went home with a bamboo basket.

It's better to make a cup of tea, read a few pages of books, and practice boxing in your own backyard, which is more comfortable.

No one disturbed the backyard. Zhang Kun smashed the proficient Liuhequan and the proficient Sanda bit by bit, imagining all kinds of opponents appearing in front of him, punching and kicking, changing his body shape, and jumping.

Sometimes leaning down, sometimes jumping up, leaning back, rolling...

The stature is dexterous like a civet cat, but also as fierce as a lion.

"I used to hear that for some fighting masters, their usual training is to imagine the appearance of the enemy, and to practice actual combat is very helpful for improving their own strength. It turns out to be true."

Some opponents I have seen and haven't seen appear in my mind, after practicing like this for a while.Zhang Kun found that his boxing skills had indeed made a subtle improvement.

"So, improving martial arts with dragon energy points is a fundamental improvement, giving a higher foundation. What kind of power can really be exerted depends on the specific application."

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

That's the reason.

Zhang Kun knew that his speed, strength and defense had all improved.

Boxing has also reached the level of proficiency, and he can instinctively use various offensive and ultimate moves.

That's not all.

The same offensive move, such as the move of shooting a halberd at the gate, no matter how well it is played, no matter how fast it is shot... However, in different situations, the power of the shot is different.

This involves the distance of space, the deformation of the body, and the timing of the shot.

Choosing the best response method is the meaning of actual combat.

The body is the foundation, and boxing is the tool.

The use of the wonderful, with one heart.

Thinking of when Wang Jingya was teaching boxing, from time to time he would pop out a sentence or two of good words.The more Zhang Kun thought about it, the more memorable he felt.

Just punching and kicking like this, time flies by until the sky is dim.

He paused, feeling a little palpitated.

"I seem to have forgotten something?"

Zhang Kun frowned slightly, his eyes were slightly cold.

"Xiao Wan, you haven't come back yet."

"Could it be that something is holding you back, or...

A few days ago, because of learning Zhuang Gong, the task of learning boxing was a bit heavy. Not only did Wang Jingya teach seriously, but she also accompanied him throughout the process.

Zhang Kun also practiced seriously, and he didn't go home until it was dark.

Every time I get home, the oil lamps are already lit, the house is cleaned, and I can smell the delicious food when I open the door.

An Ren Tang was very close to Yuanshun Escort Bureau, and not far from the place where the two lived.

Li Xiaowan counts the time every day, returns to the house, and prepares the meals.

As soon as Zhang Kun gets home, he will be able to eat hot meals.

However, this is not the case today.

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon."

Zhang Kun doesn't remember who said it, but he often thinks of the worst result in his heart.Well, things are most likely going in that direction.

Not daring to be careless, he hurriedly put on his outer robe, opened the front door, and stepped into the long street silently.

At this time, there were no pedestrians on the street.

As soon as it gets dark, shops and private houses will close their doors early.

Only the sparse oil lamps are lit, and through the yellow paper window lattice, people can vaguely see the road.

High above the sky, the last quarter moon reflected the misty mist, making it hard to see clearly.

There is a little dampness in the air, with a hint of coldness.

Zhang Kun ran faster and faster, leaning slightly, like a light leopard running in the forest in the dark night.

This is a natural skill that comes naturally after Liuhe boxing is mastered.

He can fully display his 14 points of agility.

Go through a 30-meter-long alley and turn the corner, and you will find An Ren Tang.

Zhang Kun followed Li Xiaowan once, and recognized the face of the clinic.

He also knew that An Ren Tang's business had always been very good, and it would close before dark.

It doesn't make sense, it's not time to call it a day.

Just as he was about to step into the alley, Zhang Kun suddenly stopped.

The figure went from extremely moving to extremely still, without making a single sound...

He didn't enter the alley, but just hid aside, reached out to touch the wall, and secretly pulled out half of the broken brick with force.

Then, stick out half of your palm and exert force.

The brick drew a light arc and landed in the center of the alley with a clang.

There are cocks crowing and dogs barking.

The sound of breaking wind was also heard in the ears.

buzzing...

Chi Chi!

After a while, a faint fire suddenly lit up in the alley.

The fire was bright, and under the light, the shadows flickered.

"No one, a brick fell off the wall?"

Someone asked in a puzzled voice.

"Didn't it mean that that person would pass by the alley every day at this time? Mu Mu, you're not lying to me, are you?"

Zhang Kun poked out half of his face to look, his eyes narrowed into a slit to prevent his vision from reflecting the fire, which made people alert.

Under the swaying light and shadow of the torch, one could clearly see that there were six or seven people in the alley far and near.

The three closest ones stood guard on both sides of the alley with ghost-head knives in their hands.

He half twisted his waist, holding the ghost knife, accumulating strength and waiting.

Farther away, there are two archers, half kneeling on the ground, bowing their bows and setting arrows, looking at the entrance of the alley with burning eyes.

There is still a trace of blue light on the arrow, which should be poisoned.

(End of this chapter)