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Chapter 85 Late Birth of Qian Quan, Meet the Real Wudang King!

Qian Quan was not in a good mood all morning.

It's not because of losing to others in moves.

Victory or defeat is a common matter for military strategists. Although he has a master Wing Chun in his body, he never thinks that he is invincible.

There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. There are nearly 80 billion people in this world. Who is claiming invincibility? Who dares to say that they are invincible?

What's more, there is another saying in Wing Chun that there is a master who knows how to measure, and an opponent who knows what is good or bad.

However, Qian Quan didn't want to lose to Shimizu Ichiro's uncle.

Because he observed that the opponent wanted to win or lose, not a battle of martial arts, but a clear proof and an explanation for history.

This is a matter of position.

In the view of Qian Quan, a senior student majoring in history, that period of history has already been concluded and cannot be doubted. Anyone who tries to distort, beautify, or conspire to tamper with it should be defeated and eliminated.

The more I think about it, the more serious I feel.

Judging from the opponent's expression and momentum, they will not only have follow-up moves, but also big moves.

From this perspective, Zhang Xianger's judgment was correct.

He is here to test himself.

After class, Qian Quan sent a message to Zhang Xianger: "I have already met Ichiro Shimizu and his uncle."

Zhang Xianger replied quickly: "How is it?"

"You guessed right, he came here this time to find out the bottom line, and after he returns, he should make a big news in the name of his senior brother."

"It's just to pull in the government and the media, and then connect internally and externally on the Internet to set off a storm of public opinion and desperately build momentum."

Qian Quan sneered: "Then both sides will suffer."

"What did you say?" Zhang Xianger was shocked and surprised, "You mean, after meeting him, you are not sure of victory?"

"He has been hiding for so long, how could he easily cause a storm without adequate preparation?
"It's very much in line with their national style of doing things."

Zhang Xianger could hear something unusual in Qian Quan's tone, and he was faintly angry, and asked, "What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything, just threw a leaf at me."

Zhang Xianger, as an expert, naturally heard the implication of this sentence, and asked uncertainly, "Did you catch it?"

"Take half of it. But that's not the point. The point is that he wants to use this incident to make a voice, a voice we absolutely don't want to hear.

"Therefore, I won't let him win, even if I crawl out and he goes out lying down."

Zhang Xianger pondered for a while, then said: "We will discuss in detail when we meet."

In the next few days, Qian Quan extended the time to practice "Wudang Jinggong", and always maintained a restrained and pure state, which inevitably caused those students who were quietly paying attention to him to speculate secretly, and received some greeting notes and messages .

In the end, even Ding Linlang noticed it, and came to Hai Normal University from Fudan to have dinner with him.

Qian Quan didn't hide it from her either: "One month at a time, three months at a time, I'm going to have an important match with a Japanese samurai."

"Will it hurt?"

"meeting."

"Can we not compare?"

"No."

"Well, if you are injured, I will ask for leave to take care of you."

"it is good."

……

On Friday, Zhang Xianger came to Zhonghai, and Qian Quan told him his observations and speculations.

"After the war criminals?" Zhang Xianger said bluntly.

"probably."

"Then dare to meet my master."

"He's going to Wudang too?"

Zhang Xianger nodded.

"Will the commander close the door and disappear?"

"No, Master will meet him this time instead."

Qian Quan thought for a while and nodded. If you come to find out, you will naturally have to reveal the bottom.

Test each other.

The next morning.

Qian Quan and Zhang Xianger rushed to Wudang by plane.

It was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that the two climbed Wudang Mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, I ran into Igarashi Yugiri and Shimizu Ichiro who came down from the mountain head-on.

The four greeted each other face to face, and Igarashi specially nodded to Qian Quan.

Qian Quan responded indifferently.

After the four passed by, Zhang Xianger said, "He seems to be a little afraid of you too."

Qian Quan is noncommittal.

"Bow your head in front of your face, draw your sword behind your back, be capricious, don't know the kindness in the world, and just blindly be intimidated by Wuwei, it is very humble, so there is no need to give him a little good looks." Zhang Xianger commented by quoting an allusion.

Combined with reality, it is also to the point.

The two went up the mountain all the way, and in front of a Taoist temple, they saw an old Taoist priest sitting on a stone, taking a nap and basking in the sun.

The old Taoist looked about seven or eighty years old, with a thin and vigorous body.

Zhang Xianger hinted that Qian Quan was his master.

Qian Quan suddenly remembered something and asked, "What's your master's last name?"

"My surname is Wang. His previous name was Wang Xiaoliu. Later, the boss named him Wang Dashun."

"He actually told you all this."

"He mainly did it to show off that the boss named him."

"Well, that's certainly something to brag about."

The two walked over, Zhang Xianger called "Master", and the old Taoist opened his eyes.

"I was born late to Qian Quan, and I met the real Wudang King." Qian Quan's line was brewing all the way.

"Okay, okay, okay..." The old Taoist spoke and looked at Qian Quan, and then looked at his apprentice after a while, "I've been compared."

"That's right, his talent is not inferior to mine. In actual combat, I dare not say that I will defeat him." Zhang Xianger said.

The old Taoist chuckled, and without deceiving his apprentice, he looked at Qian Quan and said, "Have you seen the Japanese before?"

"I have seen."

"pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that I'm too old. If I were 80 or [-] years younger today, I would break his arm. Then you can relax a little bit."

"...Senior domineering." Qian Quan said sincerely, the old hero who crawled out from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood just had a different aura.

The old Taoist waved his hand: "It's nothing. My old Taoist has lived for more than 100 years and has practiced for more than 70 years. I have no worries in my heart. Only this matter, I can't let go of it in this life."

"clear."

The old Taoist shook his head and said: "Only when you live to be a hundred years old can you truly understand that materialism ceases to exist. When you open your eyes, the world appears; when you close your eyes, the world disappears.

"People come and go in my life, friends leave, loved ones die, times turn around, go downhill, win, lose, life keeps changing, never resting, always clean, 100 years, unexpectedly No two moments are alike.

"Change is the nature of the universe. We are forever experiencing endless flow. At this moment, when you listen to me, you are also slowly growing old. It is absolutely ruthless and absolutely fair."

"Master..." Zhang Xianger yelled, feeling that Master was digressing.

"I'm not digressing, I'm saying this to tell you a few things—

"Immortals don't have to do it, but Japan must lose! Even in another 100 years, no one can forgive us instead!"

Qian Quan nodded solemnly.

"I want you to say that you have also started practicing 'Jing Gong'?" The old Taoist changed the subject.

"Yes."

"Do you feel that the effect is minimal?"

"Since it is static work, it must be done slowly and gradually."

The old Taoist smiled disapprovingly: "If it takes 80 years to practice a set of kung fu, then what is the value of this set of kung fu? It's better to go to bed early and get up early, drink plenty of water, and go to the square dance when you have nothing to do."

Don't say that Qian Quan was shocked, Zhang Xiang'er was embarrassed, and felt that Master had drunk too much today.

"Go, go into the house, and bring you something good."

As the old Taoist said, he jumped off the rock and limped to lead the way.

The inconvenience of legs and feet should be the sequelae of the gunshot wound that year.

After entering the Taoist temple, the old Taoist took out a jar, and then took out a few plastic bags from the drawer.

"This is Zhenling Dan tea, one tablet every three days, not too much, not too little." While talking, he put the small gray discs in the jar into plastic bags, like some local products.

"It will be effective in one month. If they want to compete in three months, then you must remember to disable him."

"Is this tea so powerful?" Qian Quan was surprised, "Will there be any side effects?"

"As long as you drink according to the amount I said, there will be no side effects. Oh, there is one thing. If the yang energy is too strong at that time, it must be guided with an appropriate method. I don't need to say more about the rest, right?"

"Wudang didn't pay attention to the practice of children?" Qian Quan blurted out, and then suddenly realized that Zhang Xianger was messing around everywhere, so there was such a meaning?
"Don't listen to nonsense, the child's body has nothing to do with practicing kung fu, but there must be a degree in everything, and there must be damage. For example, if you vented too much the night before, your hands and feet will inevitably become weak the next day."

Sure enough, the old Taoist priest has reached the great state where everything is not hindered by the mind. He focuses on speaking in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, and does not play tricks on you.

"Can I make this tea by myself?"

"No, it's not that I'm hiding something. It's just the same material. Some people make the poison, and some people make the antidote. The difference is a thousand miles away. How many differences and tragedies have arisen from this. Such examples, I believe. You have also encountered it."

Qian Quan nodded.

"Come find me after drinking."

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)