Chapter 614: Only one disciple (1)

"Yang Zimei--"
Huang Yunguo caught up and stopped her.
Yang Zimei stood, looked at Huang Yunguo, and blinked and asked, "Sergeant Huang, are you asking me to do something?"
"Yang Zimei, you are so good!"
Huang Yunguo raised his thumb and praised him.
Yang Zimei smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "You are even more powerful, knowing that you are going to die, but you are still smashing stones for national emotions."
Huang Yunguo's face became slightly embarrassed and red. He reached out and grabbed the inch of the board, lowered his head and said, "He is an insult to our Huaxia people. I am really furious. I thought I could fight for a few rounds. Who? Knowing that their fat and fat are exercising like steel, I ca n’t even pull my fists, it ’s really useless. "
"It's not that you're useless, it's just that they are a bit strong. At least, under the circumstances at that time, you dared to go out to fight, that was a heroic act, unlike those onlookers who only spoke and did not dare to act "Yang Zimei comforted him.
Huang Yunguo's face was slightly red again, and her eyes looked at her with real appreciation, "You are the true heroine of the Jin Dynasty. Just poke your fingers and poke that sumo down. I really admire death. Did you really practice martial arts since childhood? "
"Ok."
Yang Zi nodded.
"Can you teach me?" Huang Yunguo asked expectantly.
"I am practicing Daomen's air-conducting technique. It seems a bit late for you to learn it at your age. If my uncle is still there, I may be able to teach you Tan's legs."
As for the honest policeman Huang Yunguo, and her benefactor of the previous generation, Yang Zimei really wanted him to learn some skills at home and abroad, so that he could protect himself. After all, the police industry is very risky.
"I'm only in my twenties, and my life is still very long. I will definitely try to practice."
Huang Yunguo said in an urgent and anticipating manner.
"Okay, then you go to my house at five every morning, and I teach you to practice." Yang Zimei couldn't bear to refuse. As for whether he can cultivate the Tao, it depends on himself and Providence.
When Huang Yunguo heard it, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly bent over to salute her, calling her a "Master--".
Hearing this title, Yang Zi frowned and thought of Zheng Er Ba Jing pouring tea to himself, respecting himself as Master Jiang Ziliang.
I heard that he was sent to the war-torn Middle East to carry out a dangerous mission.
Seeing her sorrow, Huang Yunguo again called carefully "Master".
He was worried that she would be annoyed. After all, she was so young and she was so old that calling Master would make her a little older.
"You're angry?"
Huang Yunguo asked her nervously when she did not respond.
Yang Zimei turned back and shook his head. "No, but I already have apprentices. I do n’t plan to accept apprentices anymore. You are my benefactor. I ca n’t stand the title of Master. You will be treated as friends in the future The communication skills are good, don't call Master so tight-lipped. "
"Do you have apprentices?"
Huang Yunguo was slightly disappointed. In his mind, young, he had completely ignored, and he thought of her powerful skills.
Yang Zi nodded.
"Aren't they just a few years old?" Huang Yunguo asked.
Yang Zimei smiled a little, and said a bit awkwardly, "No, I'm all 25 years old and a soldier."