The next morning, just as four o'clock, Yang Shuxia was awakened by the cruel alarm clock ringtone. After extremely cruel ideological struggle, his spirit finally defeated **, and Yang Shuxia got up.

Yang Shuxia, sleepy-eyed, went downstairs and saw Hua Xiaohua wearing red and white sportswear waiting there. "It's so early!" Yang Shuxia greeted him yawning.

"It's still early? You're already late. As a warrior, you should dance with a chicken--"

"What kind of chickens do you smell? There are no chickens, so how can you dance if you can't hear the rooster crowing?" Yang Shuxia, who was still immersed in the secret meeting with Duke Zhou, said sarcastically before Hua Xiaohua finished speaking.

Hua Xiaohua's face turned cold, and there was a ball of water in her hand at some point. She raised her hand and hit Yang Shuxia's face with a "pop". It's late autumn now, and the water is cold and icy, and Yang Shuxia immediately woke up. Yang Shuxia believed that if his physique had not been greatly enhanced, he would have to go to the hospital for a few drip after three days.

"Hua Xiaohua, you-" Yang Shuxia said angrily.

Hua Xiaohua had already turned around and ran outside, "Little Xiami, if you want to learn, follow me." Only a naughty ponytail was left to sway at Yang Shuxia.

This run took more than half an hour.

With Yang Shuxia's current physique, not to mention half an hour, he would not breathe without breathing for half a day. Unfortunately, Hua Xiaohua is not running in the ordinary sense. Not only does he have fast and slow speed, he will sprint for a short while, and each sprint brings Yang Shuxia's speed to the limit. He also often uses tricks, sweeping his legs, throwing bricks, etc. In half an hour, Yang Shuxia has fallen seven or eight times.

Looking at Yang Shuxia who was panting like a dying dog, Hua Xiaohua said with disdain: "Little Xiami, you really disappointed my sister. Don't say that my sister doesn't teach you, you have to do this."

Hua Xiaohua began to give detailed instructions on how Yang Shuxia can control her breathing during movement, and she has reached a faster speed and stronger strength. How to make her movements simpler, smoother, more effort-saving and longer lasting. These are the most basic kung fu in martial arts, and each sect has it. Hua Xiaohua taught Yang Shuxia not as a legend.

In fact, when practicing long-distance running in physical education classes, physical education teachers will teach some simple breathing control methods. The principles of Hua Xiaohua teaching are the same, but they are more advanced and more detailed, and of course the effect is countless times better.

Yang Shuxia had a strong comprehension ability and quickly integrated these tricks. He was no longer panting when he started running, and he gradually became more and more at ease from the hidden arrows of Hua Xiaohua.

Thinking about the first half hour of panting and feeling embarrassed, I looked at Hua Xiaohua's back with infinite vitality in front of me and secretly complaining. This must have been intentional.

When Dongfang showed white fish belly, Hua Xiaohua led Yang Shuxia into Shengli Park. There were already many old men and ladies in the park holding Tai Chi fans or silver-pink wooden swords, dancing Tai Chi enthusiastically.

Passing through Shengli Park is Shengli Mountain. Unlike the bustling atmosphere in the park, it is a bit deserted and even gloomy. Here is the Monument to the Unknown Martyrs who died in the Shanyin Battle. Behind the monument are rows of martyrs' tombstones, which are arranged neatly, as if they are still waiting for the charge horn to sound again.

Yang Shuxia shrank his neck. Although he knew that those who had been sleeping here were people's soldiers who did not take one stitch at the masses, and were not those "public servants" who said they would not take one stitch at the masses, but they took everything except one stitch at the same time. But when they arrived here early in the morning, Yang Shuxia still felt chills.

Hua Xiaohua also slowed down and climbed to the top of the mountain through the tomb group. It was said that it was the top of the mountain, but the entire Shengli Mountain was just a big land bun.

The lush pine and cypresses embellish the verdant area at the foot of the mountain, but the trees on the top of the mountain are much sparse.

When Yang Shuxia ran up with Hua Xiaohua, there was already a person on the top of the mountain. It was an old man wearing a thin white Tang suit and dancing slowly Tai Chi.

Yang Shuxia found that Hua Xiaohua looked at the old man with a strange look, and couldn't help but look at it carefully. The old man was very short and thin, with a pair of rustic old cloth shoes on his feet, and he was playing Tai Chi as if no one was around. From Yang Shuxia's perspective, the old man's movements were softer and slower than the old lady in the park.

Seeing that the old man ignored the two of them, Hua Xiaohua took Yang Shuxia to choose a relatively spacious place.

"Little Xiami, I can't teach you how to beat people, I can only teach you how to get beaten." Hua Xiaohua said with a serious expression.

When Yang Shuxia was about to ask if it was an iron shirt or a golden bell cover, she was already punched by Hua Xiaohua in her left eye. The force of this punch was quite strong, and Yang Shuxia, who had a physical constitution of 6:7, almost fell down.

"Hey!" Yang Shuxia screamed, responding with another punch.

"Caiface Cat, you're sneak attacking."

"Bang" another punch.

"Wow, don't slap in the face!"

With Yang Shuxia's screams and chaos, Hua Xiaohua just kept silent and punching one after another, punching the flesh. He punched more than ten punches in a row before he said in a deep voice: "Stupid Xiami, you can't hide, you can't block it!"

"Be careful of your breathing!"

“Control the rhythm!”

"Stinky flower-faced cat, you are very shameless! You are hitting me now. You asked me to control the rhythm. What rhythm should I control? Ah! I promised not to slap in the face. Ah, I'm still hitting."

While shouting, Yang Shuxia slowly integrated the key points of mastering breathing and controlling movements that he learned on the road into dodging and blocking. The movements gradually became smooth, and were no longer a meat sandbag that was beaten with fists.

Slowly, Hua Xiaohua punched three or four more punches, and Yang Shuxia was able to dodge one punch, block one punch, and only got the remaining one or two punches.

Hua Xiaohua let out a light exclamation and accelerated the attack speed. Yang Shuxia immediately jumped up again.

This happened a few times, whenever Yang Shuxia made significant progress, Hua Xiaohua would speed up his move. Although Yang Shuxia's dodging became more and more flexible, the blocking became more and more tight, and he was beaten more and more.

Yang Shuxia suspected that if his physique had not been far beyond ordinary people, after this blow, he would have been dismantled into fine parts by Hua Xiaohua, and there was no possibility of reassembly.

"The young man is in good health!" A voice with a strong foreign accent suddenly rang next to him.

Hua Xiaohua immediately stopped and said respectfully: "I'm disturbing my senior's retreat."

Yang Shuxia held his knees with both hands and panted heavily. When he saw the old man in Tang suit practicing Tai Chi not far away, he stood by at some point. Seeing that Hua Xiaohua was rarely respectful, he said politely: "Hello, uncle!"

When she heard Yang Shuxia call him uncle, an extremely strange expression appeared on the old man in Tang suit. Hua Xiaohua said anxiously: "Little Xiami, don't be unreasonable to his predecessors."

Yang Shuxia looked at Hua Xiaohua with a puzzled look on his face, "Don't you call him uncle, but he is obviously very old."

"Haha--" The old man in Tang Dynasty laughed, "Young man, you are not bad, it's very interesting."

"But I think you are not very good, it's so weird."

"Haha," the old man in Tang wear laughed louder and louder, raising his hand to stop Hua Xiaohua, who looked angry, "Young man, how about the two of us?"

"Hand up?" Yang Shuxia looked puzzled.

"Senior, I mean to give you some advice and fight with you." Hua Xiaohua, who was standing beside me, explained.

Yang Shuxia didn't understand the meaning of the senior in Hua Xiaohua's mouth. Not any old man who can play Tai Chi has the right to call Hua Xiaohua a senior.
Chapter completed!