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Chapter 238 Martial Field (Part 2)

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    Yu Yan stretched her muscles on the mat for a while, and found Xiao Huan standing aside and watching.

    "Aren't you going to practice?" Yu Yan asked, "Why don't you go?"

    Xiao Huan didn't answer, but said: "This is what you call fitness? Stretch your head, stretch your legs?"

    Yu Yan was angry: "This is called yoga. Besides, you don't have any equipment here, so what else can I do besides doing bodyweight training."

    Xiao Huan has seen her so-called self-weight training, all kinds of lying down on the spot, jumping and squatting.

    He didn't say much, and said: "I'm not far away, call me if you need something."

    Yu Yan was doing a triangle pose on her side, and she responded.

    Xiao Huan then left.

    Although the weather was cold, Yu Yan was already sweating after doing a few sets of exercises.

    She wiped her sweat with a towel and decided to take a break.

    Not far away, several guards were kicking and beating, and when Yu Yan saw what they were beating and beating, she was stunned.

    I saw that there were a few sandbags, which seemed to be made of cowhide, hanging from the beams of the house.

    Looking at the objects, Yu Yan couldn't help laughing.  When Xiao Huan first saw the sandbags at her place, she laughed and said that the people on her side were lonely and indifferent, and there were no friends or partners to accompany them to practice together, that's why they needed them.

    And she looked at the huge gloves on everyone's hands, which looked like imitation boxing gloves.

    Duplicity.  Yu Yan thought to herself, she obviously enjoyed using it.

    "These sandbags were made by His Highness." Seeing Yu Yan staring at him, Wei Lang walked over and explained with a smile, "You can practice your physical strength as well as your legs. Your Highness really has a way."

    Yu Yan smiled and didn't expose it.

    Whether in the camp or in the palace, Xiao Huan's fighting and swordsmanship has always been outstanding, not inferior to that of a martial artist.  Therefore, when he was away from home, he was the instructor among the crowd.

    Just as he was instructing the two guards to use their swords, suddenly, he heard applause behind him.

    He turned back, only to see Yu Yan coming out from behind the screen at some point, wearing fist gloves and hitting on the sandbag.

    The sandbag was heavy, weighing a hundred catties, but Yu Yan hit it very beautifully, with solid punches and fleshy legs, and anyone who had practiced it could tell that she had some skill.

    Wei Lang and a group of guards did not expect Yu Yan to have such abilities, so they surrounded and cheered.

    "Looking at the frail female Shi Siwen, it turns out she has practiced martial arts?" Li Tai asked in surprise.

    Xiao Huan showed a helpless smile.

    He knew Yu Yan's kung fu.  When she shoots martial arts scenes, the crew will have professional martial arts teachers to guide her. Yu Yan has been immersed in the industry for many years and has also learned some Sanda moves.  Not to mention that her daily fitness classes also include boxing and the like, so it's not surprising that she can show off her hands in front of everyone.

    Xiao Huan decided to let her go, and greeted the guards who were watching curiously: "Continue to practice."

    Everyone hurriedly responded, calmed down one after another, and focused on what was in front of them.

    Xiao Huan picked up the wooden sword and sparred with a guard. After only a few rounds, he heard Li Tai say again: "Your Highness, Nushi wants to fight Brother Wei?"

    Hearing these words, Xiao Huan immediately looked again.

    However, Yu Yan was whipping her leg and throwing it towards Wei Lang.

    And Wei Lang raised his arm to block it.

    Xiao Huan groaned inwardly, and was about to stop it, but it was too late.

    Wei Lang remained motionless, while Yu Yan had already fallen to the ground.

    *

    On the way back from the martial arts field, Xiao Huan walked back with Yu Yan in his arms.

    Along the way, everyone who saw her showed astonished expressions, and Yu Yan felt that she had lost all her face in this life.

    These few days, Yu Yan watched Wei Lang and the others practice wrestling, and she was a little greedy.  Their moves looked ordinary, and Yu Yan felt that they were much worse than those taught by her martial arts coaches.  Just now, Yu Yan played vigorously with her fists and kicks, and under the encouragement of the guards, she took advantage of the opportunity to compete with Wei Lang.

    Unexpectedly, with the first move, she was completely defeated.

    Whip kick is the most beautiful move she has practiced. It is so high and powerful that even the coaches praise it.  But unexpectedly, as soon as she threw it out, Yu Yan knew she was playing.

    The calf hit Wei Lang's arm, and there was a burst of numbness, which turned out to be sprained.  Then she fell and couldn't get up.

    Xiao Huan leads troops all the year round, and has a lot of experience in the treatment of bruises. All the people under his command are experts in medicine after long illnesses.  Just put her down in the house, the water basin and all kinds of medicinal wine and ointment are gone.He told me to honestly raise it for two or three days.  Sure enough, those traumatic medicines were very effective, the redness and swelling subsided, and everything returned to normal.

    Xiao Huan also fulfilled the agreement and personally taught her to fight after she recovered from her injury.

    The professor's place is still in the martial arts field, but it is located in the side hall.  This place was originally used to store miscellaneous things. There is a row of weapon racks against the wall, with axes, axes, knives and forks on it, which looks quite awe-inspiring.

    Maybe it was because Yu Yan was afraid of falling, so there was a layer of cushions on the ground, which was soft to step on.

    According to Yu Yan's plan, Xiao Huan will teach her martial arts every day, so they can have more opportunities to be together.

    Unexpectedly, although Yu Yan always knew that Xiao Huan was serious about things, she didn't expect him to be so serious.

    The first lesson Xiao Huan taught her was punching and squatting.

    "Punch three hundred times, and then step forward." Xiao Huan said softly, "It's very simple. Wei Lang will help you look after it. I'll be over in half an hour."

    Yu Yan was stunned, and watched Xiao Huan go out helplessly.

    Wei Lang was at the side with a embarrassed look on his face.

    Yu Yan knew what was going on punching and horse stance, but she had never practiced it for so long.  Half an hour later, when Xiao Huan came back, her hands and feet were already sore.

    However, Xiao Huan seemed dissatisfied, and frowned: "It's just sour?"

    As he spoke, his eyes swept over Wei Lang.

    Wei Lang immediately showed an innocent expression, but felt guilty in his heart.  He didn't dare to supervise Yu Yan like he supervised his colleagues. They had been chatting just now.

    "I'm not a person with poor physical fitness, but what's wrong with being sore?" Yu Yan was happy to get rid of these, and interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense, didn't you say that time is running out, and practice quickly."

    Xiao Huan looked at her and stopped talking nonsense.

    Yu Yan didn't expect that the next step would be even harder.

    Although Xiao Huan has been practicing with her all the time, he has no intention of feeling sorry for her.

    He taught every move and style very seriously, and Yu Yan was thrown on the cushion over and over again. When Xiao Huan said that the day was over, she stared at the beam above with sweat profusely, already doubting life.

    "How is it?" Xiao Huan asked her, "Can you take it?"

    Dead straight man Yu Yan thought to herself.

    She became angry, with a disapproving expression on her face: "It's just practicing Kung Fu, there's nothing I can't bear."

    Xiao Huan looked at her, the corners of his lips curved.

    Although he practiced with Yu Yan for a while, Xiao Huan was still busy.  He asked Yu Yan to put on her clothes so she wouldn't catch a cold, and told Wei Lang to take her back, and then hurried back to the martial arts field to teach.

    "Sister," Wei Lang handed the towel to Yu Yan to wipe off his sweat, and smiled wryly, "What's wrong with my sister's learning, but she wants to learn this martial art? Your Highness is usually the most strict about teaching, and you don't shy away from closeness.  Elder sister, I have already made an exception to show mercy. If it were another brother, I would have been lying on the ground and crying about this matter. My sister listened to my younger brother, so I should not learn, otherwise I would be beaten every day and fell ill.  .¡±

    Yu Yan rolled her eyes.  It sounded like she was a useless embroidered pillow.

    "What are you afraid of beating, I beat a lot over there." She said to Wei Lang, "I will practice later, and you can do whatever His Highness tells you. Don't chat with me, don't let water."

    Wei Lang smiled wryly and remained silent.

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