Dad, Please Try a Little Harder

  Chapter 85 Late birth to Qian Quan, meet the real Wudang King!

  Qian Quan was not in a good mood all morning.

   It wasn't because he lost to others in moves.

   Winning or losing is a common matter for military strategists. Although he has a master-level Wing Chun, he never thinks that he is invincible.

  There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. There are nearly 8 billion people in this world. Who is invincible? Who dares to be invincible?

   What's more, there is another saying in Wing Chun that the master knows the measure, and the opponent knows the level.

  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 for history and an explanation.

   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 solemn I feel.

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

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

  He came here to test himself.

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

  Zhang Xianger replied quickly: "How is it?"

   "You guessed it right, he came here this time to explore the bottom, and after returning, 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 have no certainty of victory?"

   "He has been hiding for so long, how could he easily cause a storm without adequate preparation?

   “This is in line with their national style of doing things.”

  Zhang Xianger heard an unusual smell from Qian Quan's tone, with faint anger, he asked, "What did he say?"

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

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

   "Half it. But that's not the point. The point is that he wanted 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 it in detail."

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 the earliest, or three months later, I'm going to have an important match with a Japanese samurai."

   "Will it hurt?"

"meeting."

   "Is it possible not to compare?"

"Can't."

   "Well, if you are injured, I will take time off to take care of you."

"good."

  …

   On Friday, Zhang Xianger came to Zhonghai, and Qian Quan told him his observation and speculation.

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

"I guess so."

   "Then dare to see my master."

   "He's going to Wudang too?"

  Zhang Xianger nodded.

   "Will the commander disappear behind closed doors?"

   "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.

  Try each other.

   Early the next morning.

  Qian Quan and Zhang Xianger rushed to Wudang by plane.

   It wasn't until three o'clock in the afternoon that the two of them boarded Wudang Mountain.

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

  The four of them 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."

  Qian Quan did not comment.

   "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 any 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 seventy or eighty years old, with a thin and strong figure.

  Zhang Xianger signaled 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 wanted to show off that the boss named him."

   "Well, that's 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 has been brewing for a long time.

   "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."

   "Yeah, 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 did not expose his apprentice. He looked at Qian Quan and said, "Have you seen the Japanese?"

   "I have seen it."

"pity."

   "What a pity?"

   "It's a pity that I am too old. If I were seventy or eighty years younger today, I would cut off his arm, and then you can relax a little bit."

   "...predecessor is domineering." Qian Quan said sincerely, the old hero who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood just has 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 it go 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 no longer exists. Open your eyes and the world will appear; close your eyes and the world will disappear.

"People come and go in my life, friends leave, loved ones die, times come and go, downhills come and go, wins, loses, life goes on and on, never stops, always clean, for a hundred years , no two moments are exactly alike.

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

   "Master..." Zhang Xianger shouted, 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, Japan must lose! Even after another hundred years, no one can forgive us instead!"

  Qian Quan nodded solemnly.

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

"Yes."

   "Do you feel like you've had little effect?"

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

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

   Don't say that Qian Quan was shocked, Zhang Xianger was embarrassed, wondering if Master had drunk too much today.

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

  The old Taoist said, jumped off the stone, and limped to lead the way.

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

   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, and 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 abolish 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?"

   "Isn't Wudang a place of emphasis on practicing kung fu with a child's body?" 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 your nonsense. The child's body has nothing to do with practicing kung fu. It's just that everything must be done in moderation, 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."

  The old Taoist priest has really reached the great realm where everything is not hindered by his heart.

   "Can this tea tablet be brewed by yourself?"

"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. I believe in such examples. You have also encountered it."

  Qian Quan nodded.

   "Come to me after drinking."

"OK."

  (end of this chapter)