"The third thing is to learn from me and pay for it." Zhu Ping smiled slyly with Hu.
"learn? But I have no money. "Molin was dumbfounded.
Mohism sends ten coppers to Molin every month, but the money is enough to buy some daily necessities, and Molin root has no savings.
"Who said anything about asking for money? What do you think I need money for living in a place like this?" Zhu Pingman was annoyed. "How can your little body and brain be so bad?"
"What do you want?" Ink Lin Zhang two monks confused silly asked
"After this, do you always have something that belongs to me?" Zhu Ping’s eyes are full of cunning.
Living as a child, Mo Lin, who is inexperienced in the village, can’t hear the trap behind the words. When he is an ink man, he is willing to do anything, so he agrees to come without thinking.
"Good, then you have to listen to me from now on. You should do your own activities first." Although Mo Lin was called up so early, Zhu Pingman seems to have no teaching plan. It’s only right for Mo Lin to sit in front of the cave and take a sip of wine.
Molinlai is also a diligent child, and soon she jogs around the cave in high spirits as soon as the morning breeze blows.
Zhu Ping’s eyes have been staring at Mo Lin’s mouth and he can’t help but whisper.
"Hey, hey, these guys are really full of money." Zhu Ping looked at Mo Lin and ran a few laps, panting and cooing in his mouth. "But look at this little figure, it’s really a little elegant demeanor when I was young …"
"Come here, little you." When Mo Lin was out of breath, Zhu Ping waved Mo Lin to him. "Running like you didn’t improve until you were ten years old. Let me teach you what running is!"
Is there any trick to running? Ink Lin puzzled looking at Zhu review diffuse.
Zhu Pingman’s eyes full of doubts about Mo Lin were very unhappy. He took a sip of wine and threw the wine gourd aside. He got up and said to Mo Lin, "I told you that Mohists are all dead-headed, talking about all kinds of love and fighting all day, and they have forgotten what kind of person their ancestor Mo Zhai was."
Chapter 1 Your blood is like my youth.
Chapter 1 Your blood sample is very young like me.
Molin wanted to refute it, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn’t help wondering, "What kind of person is our granddaddy?"
"Mo Zhai that guy? Hum is a wonderful person. "Zhu Pingman looked strange and lost such a sentence, so he stopped answering Mo Lin’s questions and showed Mo Lin the essentials of running.
"There are several ways to run, which can exercise endurance and explosiveness, and the most important thing is that running is a coordinated process of all parts of the body." Zhu Pingman posed a funny posture with his arms flat, his chest bent and his legs slightly stretched back and forth, looking like a duck.
"Although this sample is weird, it can exercise the coordination of the bust and legs to the maximum extent. Remember to swing your arms with a large amplitude, and keep your head up and chest up and change gears at the same time, and train your explosive power and endurance." Zhu Pingman ran up. His speed was fast and slow, and his arms swayed greatly on his side.
"It’s so ugly …" Mo Lin thought too much about exercising himself, and he did not consider of many, imitating Zhu Ping’s diffuse sample. Mo Lin also ran.
After two laps, Molin found that this way of running was much more tiring than before, and most of it made him feel a little overwhelmed.
"How do you feel different?" It’s very easy for Zhu Ping to skim past Mo Lin in his spare time. "When can you follow my speed and rhythm, even if you finish this first training?"
Molin gritted his teeth and tried to follow the rhythm of Zhu Pingman, but Zhu Pingman’s speed was fast and slow at that time, which really made him a little uncomfortable and persisted for three times. Finally, he was exhausted and limped like a needle.
"Why not?" Zhu review diffuse stop smiling to ask
Seeing Zhu Pingman’s scoffing face, Mo Lin came from nowhere and struggled to stagger and said, "Go on!"
"You’d better forget it and have a drink." Zhu Pingman threw the gourd to Mo Lin.
Ink Lin also you’re welcome. After a long drink, I felt warm and regained some strength.
"I have a good rest." Molin drank the wine and made an even comment on Zhu.
"Don’t worry, please tell me what’s the difference between this method and before?" Zhu Pingman is in no hurry.
"This way, you can run fast and slow, and the breathing rhythm is a little chaotic. The way of swinging your arms can keep your body balanced and strengthen your waist. There is also …" Mo Lin Kan Kan talked about his feelings about this new method. Zhu Ping nodded while listening, and his eyes showed approval.
When Mo Lin finished commenting on Zhu, he said, "Your qualifications are not bad, so you can find the difference so quickly. I really didn’t see the wrong person."
It’s rare to be praised by Zhu Pingman for some joy in Mo Lin’s heart, but before he is happy, Zhu Pingman added, "Now that you have a good rest, keep running, or when will that sentence keep up with my rhythm and continue a training?"
So in this whole day, Mo Lin kept running with Zhu Ping, stopping to rest from the most three or five laps to the evening, insisting on twenty laps, and Mo Lin has gradually felt the trick of running.
"Very well, you seem to have mastered the essentials of breathing." When the sun went down, Zhu Pingman finally stopped to announce the end of the day’s training. Mo Lin collapsed like a pool of mud, and his body was so painful that he lost consciousness. He didn’t want to do anything in his heart and wanted to fall into bed and have a good sleep.
"Don’t take a few laps to relieve muscle fatigue immediately, or you won’t be able to get up in the sky." Zhu Pingman picked up Mo Lin as if he were carrying a chicken.
Mo Lin Nai walked around the ground several times and was asked to cook for Zhu Ping Man until Zhu Ping was full of wine and food. He couldn’t go to bed. As soon as Mo Lin touched the pillow, he fell asleep. This day’s training was the most exhausting experience in his life.
Zhu Ping looked at the sleeping Mo Lin’s face with a very complicated expression. He went to the front of Mo Lin and put out his finger. Mo Lin’s forehead was a little bit, and Mo Lin’s breathing became very uniform. The whole person fell into a coma.
"It’s too flattering to say that they are brain-dead." Zhu Ping Man took off his clothes and looked at Mo Lin * * body muttering.
"Lu Yue people are the smartest kids I have ever seen. Why are they in cahoots with Mo Qilin? Fortunately, they have paid so much blood. Aren’t they afraid of what might happen?" Zhu review diffuse fingers stroked the ink Lin neck that a small piece of shallow scar low said to himself.
Zhu Ping’s fingers wandered around Mo Lin’s body, and he had to touch every node. Finally, he came to the heart of Mo Lin. His fingers pressed his heart and stood still. Suddenly, a green light came out from his fingers, which slowly got into Mo Lin’s body and spread.
Through Mo Lin’s skin, you can see that several green lines are spreading on your body, and Zhu Ping is quietly watching the green line until it is covered with Mo Lin.