Warriors

"Practice first." Zhao Zhou made a final decision, neither agreeing nor refusing, not wanting to hurt Zhou Xiaocheng's desire to be a teacher.

"Yes! Master Zhao!" Seeing that the 'Grandmaster' did not agree, Zhou Xiao thought that his 'qualification' was not good, or that the two of them knew each other too shortly, so he didn't say much, and it was more important to practice.

"Master Zhao has already given me the cheats, so he must have meant to accept me as an apprentice!" '

'But now, all I have to do is to perform well and let Master Zhao fully recognize me as a "registered disciple!"'

Zhou Xiao thought about it, and returned to the copy shop non-stop, and started to switch on the switch, turn on the lights, and make copies.

And also with the passage of time.

Nearly six o'clock, the 36 people who had passed by yesterday also came from both sides of the street one after another, basically a few people together.

"Thank you for your kindness." Zhao Zhou heard their footsteps, and walked out of the martial arts hall to greet everyone.

But at this time, Zhao Zhou glanced at the people who came, but found that there were only 29 people.

Until 57:30, another person came trotting and apologized, and [-] people gathered together.

In addition, until six o'clock, there were no people from yesterday on both sides of the street.

"One bowl per person." Zhao Zhou heard that the time was up, and he didn't wait any longer, and signaled everyone to serve the 'Strengthening Pill Soup' by himself.

The bowls and chopsticks are also placed on the table, a total of fifty pairs.

'Can I drink this medicine? 'It's just that these students and the office worker looked at Dan Tang, but wondered if there was anything wrong with this soup.

However, before they had any messy thoughts, Zhou Xiao from the photocopying shop rushed over. After seeing Zhao Zhou indicating that the soup was ready to drink, he filled a bowl of cold soup, opened his mouth and emptied it.

In the same way, after everyone saw it, they thought with the thinking of normal people that the owner of the museum would not be able to poison thirty of them at the same time.

then.

'Ping-pong' sound of bowls and chopsticks sounded.Everyone filled the pill soup, some people were afraid of suffering, but they didn't taste it, so they swallowed it in one go.

But some people smell the delicate fragrance of this soup, and then want to taste it carefully to see what this 'medicinal diet' tastes like.

It's just that when these people tasted it, their expressions were wrinkled, because it was too bitter.

"Gudong...cough cough...so bitter." The office worker swallowed suddenly, choked, coughed a few times, his eyes were a little red, and tears leaked out.

Let the students next to me who haven't had a drink see it under the light, and feel bored without even thinking about it.

And there was a sound of gulping down the soup.

After everyone finished drinking, they all felt that there would be a next time. Although they should drink, they would still drink, but they would definitely put a few pieces of jelly beans in their pockets.

"From the Internet cafe at the west end of the street, to the barber shop at the east end." Zhao Zhou waited until everyone finished drinking the medicinal soup, and motioned to run with him. The distance was not far, about one kilometer.

But it has to be finished in a half-sprint state.

Because Zhao Zhou wanted the medicine to ferment.

And Zhao Zhou is not afraid that the students will have cramps or strain their muscles and bones during the running process before moving their bodies.

Because he is an old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, it is better especially if the muscles and bones are strained. Under his own massage, he can also make the medicine more effective.

but.

Just a few minutes.

With the sound of "啪啪啪啦" in the dark streets.

After running down this one-kilometer and a half sprint, although everyone was exhausted, nothing happened.

"Zhima." When Zhao Zhou saw that everyone was leaning on the door to rest, or sitting in the clean martial arts hall to refresh, he asked them all to stand in the center of the martial arts hall and immediately began to zip horses.

Very simple action.

Squat down, toes forward, legs apart, three feet width apart.

Put your arms around your chest, and keep your knees out, keeping your knees out of your toes.

Zhao Zhou was also teaching Zhuang Jin formulas while correcting their movements. He asked them to tie their foundations first and then engage in other boxing routines.

Especially just after running, his legs were shaking, and he was able to express the meaning of " galloping the horse, riding the horse with strength in the void".

And although everyone's legs were sore and trembling after running, but seeing that they had passed it yesterday and it was the first day, no matter how dissatisfied they did, they still did it.

Just like Master Zhao said, give me a face and a face.

But some people are standing still, but they are lazy. After a while, they shake their legs, twist their waists, and sway from side to side, just like dancing disco.

'Legs are sore....'

'I just want to sit on the floor right now...'

After they saw Zhao Zhou passing by, they made some small movements in order to relieve their soreness.Little did they know that Zhao Zhou's supernatural powers of six senses had already been able to deduce what they were doing through the slight fluctuations in the airflow.

It's just that Zhao Zhou heard and heard, but he didn't say anything. He judged everyone based on his own martial arts standards at the beginning.

"The master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual."

Zhao Zhou thought about it, but he didn't bother with them. Anyway, the "opportunity" was sent, and he could learn the best.

If he can't learn, Zhao Zhou will not teach these students who seem to be "pretentious".

And with all the students being so sneaky and lazy, it was seven o'clock in the morning.

Zhao Zhou took a moment to let everyone disperse, so that those who should go to work should go to school, and those who should go to school should not delay their business.

But Zhao Zhou also told them that when they came here at seven o'clock in the evening, they had to go for another run, drink medicine, and then stab the horse.

The time is still one hour, just like a regular class.

Similarly, Zhao Zhou didn't say anything about boxing training at all, and he acted as if he wanted to come or not, just relaxing his management like this.

And when he teaches his apprentices, he also spends his free time after practicing.

To put it bluntly, it would be best if he could stay, and if he couldn't, Zhao Zhou wouldn't force it.

After all, you can't just show your skills when you come up, and those who stay in that way also guess that they have 'wrong hearts'.

Zhao Zhou didn't want to teach either.

but.

Under Zhao Zhou's relaxed management and intensive training, time is rushing.