After taking a shower and changing into clothes, Wang Zhong drank a cup of Mingqian Longjing, sat down at his desk, and started his day's work.

With Wang Zhong's hand speed, it is not an exaggeration to say that there are tentacle monsters. Four chapters and 20,000 words are updated every day, and there is basically no filler, and it is full of useful information. In this way, hundreds of thousands of words have been saved.

of manuscripts.

In addition to the novel he is currently updating, Wang Zhong is also updating his Three Kingdoms series of short stories.

It mainly takes Cao Cao, Sun Quan and Liu Bei as the protagonists. It refers to various historical books such as "Three Kingdoms" and some "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". It is a character history written from a perspective similar to "Cai Gen Tan".

So far, there is only one "Anecdotes of Wei Wu" with Cao Mengde as the protagonist. Wang Zhong is writing "The Rise and Fall of the Lord of Han" with Liu Bei as the protagonist. There is only the sound of keyboard tapping in the study.

At 10:30 in the evening, Wang Zhong turned off the computer, checked his cell phone for 20 minutes, and scanned the news of the day. At 10:50, he started to sit cross-legged and meditate on time.

It lasted until one o'clock in the night, and then Wang Zhong lay down to sleep.

Sitting cross-legged and meditating every midnight has long been Wang Zhong's habit.

At five o'clock the next day, Wang Zhong woke up on time, washed and tidied up, set up the electric pot, put on a set of towels, pocketed 20 yuan in cash and went out.

At around six-twenty, Wang Zhong appeared at his usual place.

Not long after, Fang Zhiheng appeared in sportswear, with a pair of long legs, a ponytail, and a proud figure that was bulging forward and backward, which was particularly eye-catching.

"What's the matter?" Wang Zhong stopped what he was doing, walked to the marble bench next to him, picked up the kettle and took a sip.

Fang Zhiheng hesitated for a while, then looked at Wang Zhong and asked: "Are you accepting a disciple?"

Wang Zhong put down the kettle, looked Fang Zhiheng up and down, and said: "In the past, there was a rule in our traditional martial arts that male masters did not teach female disciples!"

"What's the difference between men and women?" Fang Zhiheng asked.

"Have you ever seen Jin Lao's "She Withered"?"

Fang Zhiheng nodded: "Do you want to tell the story of the old naughty boy and Yinggu?"

"When things like this happen, it's usually you girls who suffer the consequences!" Wang Zhong said calmly.

Fang Zhiheng looked at Wang Zhong in surprise, as if he wanted to see something different from those calm eyes: "You are very candid."

"I've always been like this." Wang Zhong said: "Of course, I don't care, as long as you don't mind."

"Of course, when you learn mixed martial arts from a coach, physical contact is unavoidable. Today is no longer the old society, which emphasizes the defense of men and women. If you really want to learn, I can give you some guidance every day."

Fang Zhiheng pondered for a moment: "I want to try it!"

"There is no need to practice those boxing and kicking routines. Your mixed martial arts level is not bad. Fighting is ultimately a competition of physical fitness, but you are a woman, and your physical strength and strength are not as good as those of men. It is too difficult to improve these things. If you

If you want to improve your fighting skills, you can work on your skills."

"What technique?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "You are very good at mixed martial arts. You can handle ordinary adult men with your skills."

"But if you have received some fighting training, especially those who have retired from the army, have strong physical fitness, and have practiced military and police fighting skills, you will have no advantage. Fighting and fighting, in the final analysis, is still a competition of physical fitness."

Five years of mixed martial arts training sounds like a lot, but Fang Zhiheng still has to go to work to earn money to support himself. He only has limited time to practice every day. Even if he is talented, he can't remember it day by day. After more than ten years of hard training every day,

The extent that can be achieved is also very limited.

Judging from the fight with Fang Zhiheng, Fang Zhiheng's punches and kicks are not heavy.

Fang Zhiheng didn't want to believe what Wang Zhong said. She still had confidence in her own strength. However, the previous few battles with Wang Zhong had shattered her confidence into pieces, leaving her with a feeling that she was the one she used to be.

Yelang is arrogant and has the idea of ​​sitting in a well and looking at the sky.

"You punch someone ten times and kick them a dozen times, and everyone else will be fine. But if someone just punches you once, especially those who are tall and strong, do you think you can handle it?"

Fang Zhiheng shook his head.

"As for moves and techniques, the mixed martial arts you learned is completely sufficient. Let me teach you a practical small-damage move!"

Fang Zhiheng's eyes lit up and he immediately became interested: "Small damage move?"

"Your mixed martial arts skills have reached a certain level. It's difficult for ordinary people to get close to you. But anyone who blocks your fists or kicks and gets close to you will definitely have something on them. If you encounter such an enemy, how will you deal with it?

"

Fang Zhiheng pondered for a moment and then said: "Run?"

Wang Zhong asked: "Do you usually wear high heels or sneakers when you go out?"

Fang Zhiheng: "Uh...high heels!"

"I can take off my shoes and run!"

"That's a good idea!"

"Then what if we assume that you are stuck in a dead end and can't escape?"

Fang Zhiheng shook his head.

Wang Zhongdao: "If this is the case, grab a weapon immediately if you have one!"

"What if there are no weapons?"

"Eye-insert, kick in the crotch, snap fingers." Wang Zhong said: "Of course, this is a life-and-death threat. Otherwise, it is best not to insert the eyes, because it can easily be judged as excessive defense."

Fang Zhiheng: “·······”

"Kicking in the crotch and cracking fingers can still be used."

Wang Zhongdao: "Let's break our fingers first! As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart. No one can endure this kind of pain."

"Here, let's simulate it, you put your hand on my chest!"

Fang Zhiheng acted in accordance with the law.

Wang Zhong raised his right hand and said: "The thumb finger is too short, and there is a tiger's mouth for cushioning. The best choice is the little finger and index finger!" Wang Zhong only raised it lightly, and Fang Zhiheng's hand retracted as if he was electrocuted.

, gasping in pain.

"No matter how strong-willed a person is, his body will respond to the pricked finger."

Wang Zhong stretched out his hand: "Use the joint skills you learned and try to deal with me!"

Fang Zhiheng stepped forward, clasped Wang Zhong's wrist with one hand, and pressed Wang Zhong's elbow with the other. He pressed and lifted, and was about to cut Wang Zhong's right hand back, but no matter how hard she tried, Wang Zhong's hand

She didn't move at all, but Wang Zhong turned his wrist, clasped her wrist, and with a little force, he cut Fang Zhiheng's hand behind his back.

Wang Zhong let go of his hand and said: "This is how one force can conquer ten societies."

"Do you know Jeet Kune Do?"

"Know!"

Wang Zhongdao: "Try to attack with all your strength!"

"Be careful!" Fang Zhiheng took a stance and was about to get closer. As soon as he raised his leg, he was kicked above the knee.

"Come again!"

Fang Zhiheng changed his strategy and turned sideways towards Wang Zhong. He was about to kick Wang Zhong sideways, but as soon as he raised his leg, he was kicked in the calf by Wang Zhong.

"This is the concept of Jeet Kune Do. Through observation and judgment, intercept the enemy's fists and kicks. Yesterday I blocked all your attacks with one hand. It was based on my stronger insight and sharper reaction than yours. With your current

level, there is still a long way to go to achieve this.”

“How long will it take for me to reach this level?”

"It's hard to say!" Wang Zhong said: "Realm requires the word "enlightenment."

This state cannot be achieved through hard training alone. It requires years of actual combat. Obviously, such conditions are not available now.

"How about I let you feel the feeling of having your fingers pinched?" Wang Zhong suggested with his eyes shining.

Fang Zhiheng rolled his eyes at Wang Zhong angrily and did not answer the question.

"Then what if someone chokes me from behind?" Fang Zhiheng made a gesture of clenching his fists, bending his arms and clamping his hands to choke me: "What if I can't break my fingers?"

"My suggestion is to steal the peach!"

As soon as Wang Zhong said these words, Fang Zhiheng's expression changed.

Wang Zhong quickly changed his words: "Stealing peaches is just a general term. It doesn't have to be caught, hammered or smashed. It will be more effective if you hold a mobile phone in your hand. After all, that is the most vulnerable part of a man's body."

Fang Zhiheng didn't know how to answer the call.

"Don't look at me like that!" Wang Zhong said: "This is how we teach martial arts. We always go to the most vulnerable parts of the human body!"

In traditional martial arts, hitting the throat from above, hitting the vagina from below, inserting eyes and piercing the throat are all aimed at the enemy's vital points. Either you don't move, or you move towards the vital points.

Fang Zhiheng was speechless: "What you said makes sense."

"Then what if I'm hugged from behind with both hands?"

"You can always move your feet! Just stomp your feet, aim the heel of your high heels at the person's instep and stomp down hard."

Fang Zhiheng: “·······”

After a while, Fang Zhiheng looked at Wang Zhong with complicated eyes.

"Accident? Feel dirty?"

Fang Zhiheng nodded and shook his head, saying: "It's completely different from the martial arts teaching I imagined!"
To be continued...