Zhao Changqi did not give Stephen various fighting skills from the beginning, but taught her the basic martial arts of each move.\|Top\|Dian\|Xiao\|Say\|2|3|u|s||c|c|C|There is another reason why Zhao Changqi did this. Although he had accepted Stephen as his disciple, he and Stephen had known each other for too short after all. Zhao Changqi did not know Stephen very well. He still had to investigate Stephen for a while. He did not want to hand over his practical skills to a ruthless executioner.

Zhao Changqi originally thought that his somewhat petty teaching method would arouse Stephen's dissatisfaction, so he planned to communicate with her. Although he was his apprentice, the tuition fee he paid was too high. If the professor's level did not meet his satisfaction, it would be that he was a master who was not qualified.

Unexpectedly, Stephen didn't take this seriously at all. She also told Zhao Changqi with great enthusiasm that what she liked was the taste of Chinese Kung Fu, the grand and beautiful it played. Other fighting techniques may work very well in fighting, but they are incomparable to Chinese Kung Fu in terms of ornamentality!

Zhao Changqi was surprised after hearing Stephen's point of view and asked Stephen: "Didn't you make yourself stronger when you learn Chinese Kung Fu?"

"Of course it's to make yourself stronger. But it's definitely not to kill people! Killing people depends on this!" Stephen said with a sensible expression, and as he spoke, he took out a small, delicate palm thunder that was only ten centimeters long from his body and gestured at Zhao Changliu.

Zhao Changqi was startled and said, "Okay, okay, I understand. Hurry up and put away your gun. Don't hurt yourself if you go out of fire."

Since that conversation, Zhao Changqi has felt much more at ease with Stephen and has become more determined to teach his methods.

In the early morning, the rising sun that had just jumped out of the sea water sprinkled thousands of red lights, shining on the calm sea surface and on the deck of the "Sea Wolf", covering the spacious deck of the Sea Wolf with a layer of red makeup.

Stephen had already squatted on the deck for a long time, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his dark face.

Zhao Changqiu was moving his fists and feet aside while looking at the meticulous Stephen. When he came to the deck, Stephen had been here for a long time. Zhao Changqiu had never been interested in black people. In his impression, black people only had two faces, one for women and one for men, and everyone looked similar.

But after spending a few days with Stephen, he actually found that the black lady in front of him seemed to be more and more attractive, and she had an indescribable charm. Especially the black man's physique is different from other races, which makes her body full of power.

This smell is definitely not available to Wang Shufang, Xie Lanlan and others.

Zhao Changqi felt that he had been thinking a little wrong, as if the promiscuous genes were causing trouble again, so he quickly shook his head hard and threw the weird thoughts in his mind out of his head.

Stephen glanced at the strange thing on Zhao Changgui's face, thinking that he was not doing his movements properly, so he asked, "Master, am I doing something wrong?"

Zhao Changgui blushed a little. He just thought about whether the other person was beautiful or not and whether it tasted good. He didn't pay attention to whether Stephen's actions were standard.

Zhao Changqi turned his gaze to Stephen again, and then he realized that her legs were spreading a little big, and her butt was sinking too low, so he said to her: "Click your thighs a little, and raise your butt a little."

Stephen acted as he said, and his butt suddenly raised. Stephen wore a white silk training suit, the material was very smooth, he squatted down so hard, but now he suddenly clamped the pants behind his butt into the butt groove. His pretty little butt was immediately divided into two hemispheres by the deep crotch, as if emitting tempting brilliance.

"Oh!" Zhao Changqi sighed in his heart and patted his head hard. He suddenly felt that it was a torture for the male master to teach a female apprentice.

Zhao Changqi tried hard to calm down his restless heart, and then said to Stephen with a professional look: "Release! Let it down a little more."

Stephen's body suddenly lowered, and his butt was too low again.

"It's too low again, get up a little longer!" Zhao Changqi said immediately. As a result, Stephen rose too high again.

Zhao Changqi was speechless. When he was practicing stakes when he was a child, after he put in the correct posture, his grandfather Zhao Wugang lighted three pillars of Changxiang under his butt, and above his head was his grandfather's beehive. If Zhao Changqi wanted to lower his butt because he was tired, he would be burned to the flesh by the incense. If he wanted to lift his body, he would touch his grandfather's bee stinged by the bees!

The bees raised by grandpa were also strange. Xiao Zhao's spear did not move at all. The bees would never provoke him on their own initiative, and they would not stung him even if they flew around from his head. However, when his body moved slightly, the bees would bomb him, causing his nose and face to swell.

Zhao Changqi still feels a little chill when he thinks about the years he practices standing, but his solid basic skills are learned from that time, which has become a wealth he has benefited for his whole life. Zhao Changqi's ghostly speed relies on the strength of his lower limbs and is extremely stable.

Of course, Zhao Changqi cannot use these methods on Stephen. One is because Stephen’s identity is indeed special, and this cannot be avoided. Zhao Changqi cannot do too much. The other is that Stephen is a girl after all, and it is too indecent to light three incense sticks under his butt.

The most important thing is that at that time, Zhao Changqi was young, only a few years old, and had a poor self-esteem, so he could do whatever he wanted. Stephen is now in his twenties, with a strong self-esteem and a shameful face. Zhao Changqi had to take care of Stephen's emotions.

It is said that master and apprentice are like father and son, but there are many people who kill the master. Once the disciple kills the master, almost everyone will condemn the disciple for being ungrateful. However, the master’s method is wrong during the teaching process and the emotional communication with the disciple is not timely. Isn’t it the culprit of this tragedy?

Zhao Changqi didn't want to teach his disciples to teach an enemy. So he paid great attention to communication with Stephen and the changes in Stephen's mood.

Besides, Zhao Changqi just wanted to train Stephen with his grandfather's method, and he didn't have those props.

There was no way. When Stephen was practicing squatting, he could only watch from the side. When he saw Stephen's movements deformed, he immediately reminded her to correct them.

Fortunately, Stephen was obedient, and the two of them had always been a tacit understanding of each other.

But today I don’t know if Stephen has been practicing for a long time or deliberately making trouble with Zhao Changqi. No matter what Zhao Changqi said, her movements are not in place.

“Too high!”

“Too low!”

“Too high!”

Zhao Changqi kept shouting. With his shouting, Stephen's butt was lifted and raised, and his movements were really tempting!

Stephen couldn't stand it anymore, so she shouted at Zhao Changgui: "Master, I have a thorn on my body? You can't come and help me? Do you feel very happy when I see this?"

Zhao Changqi had the urge to cover his face. Since he started teaching Stephen’s Kung Fu, he had not touched Stephen’s body, even if he didn’t hold hands, and now he seems to have to break the precepts.

Yes, Kung Fu is a thing that requires a step-by-step coach. If you just talk about it next to you, your disciple can become a master, that is basically nonsense. If that happens, there will be no such thing as a famous teacher. Now there are many famous masters who publish books and videos. Just practice it, and you can just be a nonsense master?

Zhao Changqi found 10,000 reasons to convince himself. He hesitated for a long time before stepping in front of Stephen. He held his left hand on her round little butt, pressed his right hand on her shoulder, corrected Stephen's movements and said, "Okay, that's it."

"Master, legs, my thighs don't seem to be in place, right?" Stephen shouted.

Zhao Changqi put his hand on Stephen's thigh again, adjusted his hand left and right, and said, "Okay, that's it, hold on for ten minutes and rest."

"Will this happen before it would be done?" Stephen suddenly blanked his eyes at Zhao Changqi and said.

Zhao Changqi looked at Stephen's eyes and suddenly a sentence appeared in his mind: "This is intentional, premeditated!" But when his hand just held Stephen's little butt and round thighs, the feeling seemed to be... Very wonderful?

At this time, the Poison Dragon Society brothers who were not on duty had also come to the deck to move their fists and feet. These guys looked at Zhao Changqi and Stephen with "malintention" eyes, probably starting to think of some kind of scene in their minds.

A little brother from the Poison Dragon Club named Wang Jian looked at Zhao Changqi's disciples and muttered to the brothers beside him: "Oh, brother, do you think Stephen will become our new sister-in-law again in the future?"

Another younger brother named Li Fei immediately said: "If you want to use the future? I think it's almost done now. By the way, have you ever planned it? Which sister-in-law of ours is this?"

Wang Jian kept his saliva and shook his head and said, "I don't know. It seems to be the fifth and sixth one? Seven or eighth one? Alas, why is Gun Brother so lucky?"

"Hehe, are you jealous? If you have the ability of Gun Brother, you have such a good life." Li Fei immediately said with a chuckle.

The two were muttering, and suddenly saw the gun brother who was instructing Stephen and raised his head and shouted at them: "What are you looking at! Hurry up and have you ever seen your master teach your apprentices? Who, Wang Jian, Li Fei, you come here to stand with Stephen!"

The faces of these two guys collapsed suddenly. Practicing standing in a stance? This is the most extreme punishment for Gun Brother! He was so miserable that he just wanted to talk nonsense. Why did he forget that Gun Brother has extraordinary six senses? He is so happy to hear the wind?

The other Poison Dragon Club brothers looked at Wang Jian and Li Fei who were standing in a stance with a bitter look on their faces. They were so scared that they stuck out their tongues and quickly worked on their own affairs. They didn't want to be punished by Gun Brother, too. Don't look at Stephen's relish in practicing standing in a stance, for them, that was a cruel punishment!

Zhao Changgui looked at the gazes that floated over from time to time, and couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed, as if his female apprentice was not very suitable for it. He looked at Stephen, who was standing beside him. Stephen was facing Chaoyang, and he didn't even look at him, but Zhao Changgui could clearly see the pride on Stephen's face.

"It's broken, it seems something is going to happen?" Zhao Changgui couldn't help but grab his head and thought. Western girls are open, and the boys they like will confess immediately. If Stephen is really interested in him, he will be in trouble.

But when Zhao Changqi was thinking this way, another voice in his mind said to him: "Hehe, boy, why are you pretending to be noble? You are a passionate person. Isn't that what you want?"

Zhao Changqi suddenly felt a little confused. He said to Stephen beside him: "Okay, I'll be here this morning and continue practicing tonight. Freely move your body."
Chapter completed!