"Yes, yes!" Fat at this time, I don’t care if I jump and eat.
"Thank you" Qu Yong didn’t expect this "he" to even send breakfast. It seems that "he" is really careful, but he doesn’t know what’s the purpose of doing so many things.
"Brother Xiaoyong, eat," said the bumblebee. "Anyway, we’ve already eaten so much, and your mobile phone brain has also been collected. It’s nothing to eat more."
"I see."
After breakfast, Qu Yong said, "Fat, I want to go to Liu Yan to talk about the actual combat. Do you have it?"
"Yes," said Fat, wiping his greasy mouth. "Let me make a message to see if he has come?"
Liu Yan’s martial arts team usually practices on the third floor of Yueyuan, but today it is not a formal study, and the martial arts team has not practiced. Liu Yan has an appointment with Qu Yong to meet in the playground.
Chapter one hundred and thirty-two Teaching for ten minutes
Speaking of Quyi’s playground, it’s almost enough to drop slag. The central green of the 400-meter rubber track is not real grass, but fake fiber. What makes it green looks good from a distance.
Liu Yan leaned against the white wall of the stands, smoking soft groups one by one, and the rubber track was full of cigarette butts. Every one of them was smoked to the butt before it was lost.
"I’m a big five this year. It’s reasonable to say that this time is just the end of my internship and I’m looking for a job all over the world, but why should an old bird like me ask for a sophomore rookie like a grandson? Not just because he is awesome, I am not awesome. "
He kept talking to himself and continued, "If you can’t, you’ll have to have a party. I’m leaving. Do you still have a lousy martial arts team?" If he is willing to teach the Wushu team, he will definitely enter a new era. Liu Yan, a newcomer, do something. "
"Rock elder brother? Have you been waiting long? " At this moment, Fat came with Bumblebee and QuYong.
"It didn’t take long." Cloud-l took out soft interest groups and sent them one by one.
"I don’t smoke" in addition to QuYong other two people pick up.
"That’s right," said Liu Yan brightly. "I can’t help it if I’m addicted to practicing martial arts and not smoking."
Qu Yongmen saw the mountain road. "Brother Yan, I heard that you want to find me as a martial arts team coach?"
"That’s what I mean." Liu Yan rubbed his hands and felt a little embarrassed. "Brother Yong, you know that you are the most fierce doctor now, but that’s also because you are fierce. Is our martial arts team still not fierce? I mean, if you have the best week to give advice to everyone on martial arts and talk about some practical things?"
Qu Yong said, "It’s not a problem to teach these things, but I have to choose who to teach. I don’t teach every martial arts team."
"So?" Although Liu Yan’s hand skills are not so good, he also knows that the rules for some martial arts boxers to teach their apprentices are not that you come to the master and I will teach them that the martial arts schools are mixed. No problem. "
Qu Yong said, "Well, then it’s a date. Brother Yan, please arrange it for me."
"Wait! I disagree. "
At this time, a thorn in the side of the playground was wearing a vest and picking his nostrils. "Brother Yong, it’s obvious to all that you don’t talk about martial arts, but it seems that you don’t teach people kung fu."
"HuaCang what are you talking about? ！” Actually, Liu Yan came with Huacang, but Huacang never came to watch coldly.
"What do you mean?" Bumblebee said, "Brother Xiaoyong is the first master of Qu medicine. Can’t he? Can you do it? "
"My name is Huacang, and I’m also a graduating class this year." Huacang will dig out the booger, and the dark thing will disappear with a single shot. "I know that you two have studied for more than half a semester, and I heard that you haven’t finished practicing the three-pose boxing. Is our martial arts team going to be like them? Are all forty people stupid in this playground?"
"Holy shit!" Bumblebee growled, "What’s wrong with the three poses? You say? ！”
"Don’t argue!" Qu Yonggao said, "Brother Cang, right? Three poses and split boxing are both basic. Does Shang Yunxiang know?"
Huacang said, "People who know that they are called Iron-footed Buddhas are the ones who keep up appearances with Xingyiquan."
Shang Yunxiang, the founder of Shang’s Xingyiquan, a master of Xingyiquan in Shang Yunxiang, first worshipped Li Yishi and then won Guo Yunshen’s fame. He is weak and thin, and his height is less than 16 meters, but he is famous for his martial arts in actual combat.
Qu Yong said, "When Mr. Shang was young, he asked Li Yi for advice and practiced boxing. Li Yi laughed that he was beaten. Mr. Shang was not angry with the two, so he took Shang Yunxiang down without a stride."
Huacang said, "I’ve also heard this story. At that time, Shang Yunxiang learned martial arts from Shaolin master Feng Dayi in his hometown. After six punches, he was proficient in sweeping the front, sweeping the back, packing ancient trees and sweeping the ground like a flower. It’s still not Li Yiyi’s move. What do you mean by this?"
Qu Yong smiled and said, "You said it was known to all, but there was a saying that Shang Yunxiang wanted to learn from Li Yi." It’s easy to learn, but it’s difficult to practice. Can you practice? " Shang Yunxiang said "can", so Li Yi learned the two methods of splitting and collapsing.
"After more than ten years, Li Yiyou came to Beijing to try his kung fu again. He was surprised to say" You practiced pure "and said" I picked up a treasure "to others. Since then, Mr. Shang’s disciples have been officially accepted, and later Shang Xingyiquan has been established."
"I don’t mean to ask you to practice three poses for more than ten years, but it’s also because the older generation wants to test young people’s perseverance. Now I also think it’s unrealistic to teach them to start from the basics. After all, you are not a boxing practice place for a generation. Now I’m going to start from actual combat and change another method."
Hua Cang said, "Don’t you think we are laboratory mice?"
"Are you endless?" Fat can’t help but say, "If you don’t like learning, don’t learn well, damn it."
"Shit!" Huacang also angered, "You are too fat to be a martial arts team before you were young, and you have done it. You are arrogant!"
Fat way "what’s the matter? After all, you still have to do it, don’t you? "
"Yes," said Hua Cang contemptuously. "You’ve been studying with him for half a year, and I’ll see if there’s any progress. If not, then everything will be over."
"What are you talking about?" Liu Yan saw that this Huacang was getting more and more wrong and quickly advised, "Everyone is one of our own!" He had a hard time inviting Qu Yong to teach martial arts. How could this Huacang be subverted in one sentence?
“队长我看你哎”华仓叹道“咱们都是大五老鸟了还要重新跟一个大二菜鸟学武这出去我们还怎么做人啊？”
刘岩被他一句话噎到嘴边其实他心里面曾不难受可谁让自己功夫不如人呢“你！你”
“这样吧”曲勇也看出来了不要说是华仓就算是刘岩在心里也未曾不是有一点不愿意他沉道“岩哥你把武术队人召一就现在能到多少就到多少”
“干嘛？”
“做个见证！”曲勇道“我当场教胖十分钟就一招我保证打赢你你敢不敢赌？”
第一百三十三章 五花炮锤
“十分钟？”华仓大笑道“你教了半年也没什么见效人居然想十分钟就一招打败我？你可知道在这武术队里除了岩哥外就我最能打！”
“就十分钟”曲勇肃然道“真几句话假万卷如果我要教实战就一招打败你足！”
“好！”华仓也面色一整肃然道“如果胖真能打败我我就对你心口”
“好”曲勇转头去刘岩道“你叫人吧能叫多少就多少”
人一就来了很多甚有些不是武术队也来看了操场看台错落坐着许多人现在曲勇名已经很高了大家都知道他猛但谁也不相信他能教十分钟就能将一个几乎不会实战人打败大五武术队华仓
Although this Huacang doesn’t look like Liu Yan can fight, after all, he has been practicing martial arts for many years, even the flower stand is much better than the average person, so this war has attracted many people to watch.
Qu Yong doesn’t refuse others to come to see him. When he waited for almost the same time, he said to Liu Yandao, "Almost."
Liu Yan also knows that riding a tiger now is "do you want to teach boxing or go behind the playground?" Generally speaking, when the master instructs his disciples, people should stay away. If outsiders peek at it at this time, they have to dig their eyes and cut off their hands in ancient times.
Qu Yong said, "If I don’t, I will teach openly, which will also make everyone feel happy."
That Hua Cang has a backbone, too. He turned his back and said, "I don’t want to see you discipline."
Qu Yong smiled and didn’t force him to call Fat to him, saying, "Fat is my best skill. Now it’s a little difficult for you, but I’ll teach you a cannon hammer."
"Gun hammer?" At the end of the day, the fat man is also uneasy. He knows that Huacang has learned the hexagrams, palms and footwork from the master in the martial arts school outside, and he doesn’t know if he can do it.
"Yes, it’s a simple change," Qu Yong said. "This is a five-move, three-hand-combined gait in Tibetan areas. It’s normal to walk, but let’s learn one of the three-hand-combined movements-there is almost no skill in this move. You just have to close your eyes and come out of the warehouse."
"Brother Xiaoyong is really a trick?"
"Do you think I’m kidding when I say one trick?" Qu Yongshen said, "Don’t worry, I’ve seen this Huacang’s feet are too slippery. I must have learned some tricks, but I have a very shallow foundation. This kind of person is most afraid of storming the middle road."