C26 Beautiful Princess

From the looks of it, her basic martial arts skills are very solid. Miss Itafini told me that since she was young, she has always loved to carry guns and stick, and Mr. Bruce Lee's martial arts movies have made her fall in love with Chinese kung fu s. She has also bought a few books on cultivation, but she is a person from Y Country, if she does not have the guidance of her master, it would not be easy for her to train in them.

I started to teach Itafini how to cultivate his basic skills and how to use the horse stance. Itafini was sweating profusely from practicing, but he didn't slack off at all.

After an entire morning's worth of effort, Itafini was already drenched in sweat. Her clothes were tightly stuck to her body, and beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks. I really don't understand. The majestic princess of Y country, why do you have to work so hard to learn martial arts?

I admire her perseverance.

At 11.30 in the afternoon, after the coach ended, Itafini suddenly looked like a wild horse as he laid on the side of the fitness equipment and panted heavily. He said: "Master Zhao, how about you teach me your spear skills in the afternoon?" As Itafini said this, he took a sip of the fruit drink and licked his rosy and sexy lips.

I laughed, "Miss Itafini, I admire your physique, but there are some things that must be done step by step, and cannot be rushed. I won't be able to stay in your country for more than a few days, so I can only compare notes with you about some basic things. "

Itafini was startled: "A spar? You use the word 'sparring'? Master, you are teaching me, what qualifications do I have to spar with you? " Itafini smiled lightly and looked at me as if he had something in mind.

I answered with a smile.

Young Master, I looked at my watch and felt that it was getting late, so I rejected him and said: "How about this, Miss Itafini, I will come back at two in the afternoon, what do you think?"

Itafini stood up from the workout equipment and walked over to my side, blinking his eyes: "Oh, no, no, master, why don't you come and eat with us? Maybe you can feel the eating habits of our people. Or, if you are not used to it, we can prepare an extra Chinese meal for you. What do you think? "

I couldn't reject Princess Itafini's good intentions. At noon, I ate lunch with her, the dining table was extremely sumptuous, with over a dozen sumptuous dishes mixed with meat and vegetables. A waiter filled two glasses with French red wine, quietly standing at the side and waiting.

Itafini laughed lightly, pointed to the fork in front of me and asked: "Master Zhao, if you are not used to using the fork, I can prepare a 'Sick Son' for you. "I think, in your country, you usually eat with 'shame', right?"

Obviously, her Chinese proficiency wasn't very deep, and the pronunciation of many words she had was not very standard.

With a smile, I replied, "I think it should be more convenient for me to use chopsticks!"

Itafini had someone find him a pair of ivory chopsticks. At that time, I thought that it was an imitation ivory chopsticks, but when I weighed it in my hands, in terms of weight, looking at its color, it should be real.

Itafini looked at the red wine in front of me, his brows knitted slightly, and asked: "Master Zhao, are you used to drinking red wine? "What do young people in your country usually like to drink?"

I said smilingly, "It's a habit, a habit." He then took the lead in taking a sip of wine.