This time he fell into Master Yu's hands and was injured more seriously than ever before.
The doctors at the hospital only knew how to pinch his throat, check his pulse, and inject glucose, but there were no practical tricks at all. If Master Yu hadn't given him "Tian Xin Dan" after returning home, he would have been thrown into the crossbow.
Even if I fall asleep for two more days, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up.
But he woke up, and he suffered a lot later, because not to mention that he was exhausted, his internal organs were injured, and he couldn't get up at all, and what caused him the most pain was his pair of beatings.
Passing through Master Yu’s arms.
Because Master Yu was determined to punish him severely, both of his arms had been swollen by the force of the rebound, and were as purple and black in color as two long eggplants. As long as he moved a little, his skin and flesh would swell like cotton even if he touched it lightly.
The needle tip hurt so much.
Because of these two arms, he didn't take a long nap for at least half a month, because even if he finally fell asleep, he would wake up from the pain if he couldn't sleep for more than a while.
He is absolutely certain that if the world competition suffers, he will definitely come first.
Probably because he was in too much pain, even the man who made him suffer was moved. Not only did the old man catch his urine and feed him every day, he would also sit cross-legged next to him at night, massage him, and apply medicated oil to help him.
He recovered as quickly as possible.
Hong Yanwu naturally still resented Master Yu in his heart, but he had to obey and let Master Yu treat his arm.
Because firstly, the pain was so torturous that it made him want to die. Secondly, Master Yu was extremely serious and serious. He would carefully rub Hong Yanwu for at least half an hour every time, which showed his care and sincerity.
Yuye's movements were skillful and powerful. He always rubbed it gently with his hands for a while, then took out a small bottle of medicated oil and applied it evenly on Hong Yanwu's arm.
That medicated oil was specially made by Yuye. It is not sold in pharmacies at all. It exudes an indescribable irritating smell. What is special about it is that it is a prescription in the palace. Shanpuying has been using it to treat trauma and assist...
It is a Qigong practitioner, so it is particularly effective in removing stasis and reducing swelling.
After applying the oil, Mr. Yu began to rub vigorously from slow to fast until Hong Yanwu's arm was heated until it was as hot as a fire before he stopped.
At this time, Hong Yanwu could easily feel the magical power of the medicated oil, like thousands of hot needle points piercing into the skin, flesh, muscles and bones, moving to disperse the congestion, making his two heavy and swollen arms full of heat.
The tingling sensation gradually became lighter.
Not to mention that, the old man finally asked Hong Yanwu to take another sip of the medicinal oil, saying that he had to hold it in for a full minute to stop the medicinal gas from escaping.
That sip of medicated oil was a hundred times more powerful than the most powerful Erguotou. Hong Yanwu's whole body immediately burned as if on fire, but it did work. He himself could hear the blood flowing in his flesh.
However, what is particularly important to note is that during the entire massage process, the master and the apprentice, who were at odds with each other, remained silent.
The only thing Yu Ye said to Hong Yanwu was probably the one he always sternly told him at the end, "Never let the skin on your arm break".
And as soon as he said this, the old man would stand up, tighten the bottle of medicinal oil again and again, put it away carefully, and leave.
Similarly, looking at Mr. Yu's back as he left without looking back, Hong Yanwu, who was lying on the bed and didn't utter a word, felt extremely conflicted in his heart.
On the one hand, he could not only feel the master's thoughtfulness and concern for his disciples from Master Yu, but he was also very grateful to Master Yu for saving him from the pain of eroding muscles and bones, staying up all night, and the fear that he might be disabled for the rest of his life.
rescued from.
But on the other hand, he could not forget where this torture came from, nor how Master Yu helped outsiders oppress him on the wrestling altar in Fayuan Temple.
At that time, before he passed out, apart from a sense of shame out of arrogance, he had only one thought in his mind, that is, as long as he didn't die, he could get them all back! He would remember whoever bullied him, and he would be ruthless.
Revenge!
To be honest, it was his strong desire for revenge that allowed him to endure it and come back to life.
But now he couldn't help but feel soft because of Master Yu's kindness to him...
Was he wrong?
Maybe...maybe...he's not entirely right...
So what should we do in the future? Should we regard Master Yu as a master, or as an enemy?
Master Yu, he is actually quite lonely...
Because of these problems, Hong Yanwu felt extremely uncomfortable. For countless nights, he opened his eyes motionless, looking at the roof and thinking wildly.
Even though his arm no longer hurt so much, he still couldn't sleep. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure out what to do in the future.
On the one hand, he was secretly grateful, but on the other hand, he felt lost. Sometimes he was even secretly angry at why Master Yu was so kind to him, and he also hated Master Yu for not throwing him hard, because if he always treated him badly, he would eventually be more cruel.
Then things are easy to handle...
I don’t know whether it was God who favored Hong Yanwu, or God despised Hong Yanwu. Anyway, one day this kid suddenly discovered that his own expectations had come true, and he no longer had to worry about how to choose!
The reason for this is very simple, that is, he overheard the conversation between "Wrong Leg Feng" and Master Yu, so he learned that Chen Liquan has not been staying at Master Yu's house for these few days, neither because of anything at home nor to give him money.
He created a quiet environment to recuperate, but because with the help of Yu Ye and "Wrong Leg Feng", this kid was spotted by the coach of the national wrestling class of Xuanwu Sports School, and actually became a sports school coach with room and board.
official students.
You must know that Hong Yanwu's heart was already deeply in trouble. This incident undoubtedly stimulated him even more, so the jealousy that had been dormant for a long time began to overflow uncontrollably like a virus.
This jealousy burned all his internal organs, and all the worries and entanglements he had had for many days turned into a surge of crazy anger.
His head exploded and his consciousness went crazy. He felt humiliated and extremely unfair. He really wanted to scold Master Yu in front of him for being partial and scolding the world for being such a bastard!
But he finally restrained himself. Even though his jawbone ached from clenching his teeth, he could only let the secretly falling tears wash away the great grievance in his heart.
Because he has realized that no matter what he does, it will not help, and there is nothing he can do to make others understand that they are wrong.
There is an insurmountable high wall between him and the world. This wall is so high and so thick that it only shuts him out.
But if he wants to break this wall, even if he can make his arms into steel and iron bones like Master Yu, there is no chance.
But as the old saying goes, "One rat droppings can ruin a pot of soup." It's not easy to accomplish things, but it's not difficult to do bad things!
As long as he is in good health, even a god will have diarrhea if he takes out three taels of bad food!
Thinking of this, Hong Yanwu narrowed his eyes, and a hint of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth...
In fact, there are many things in this world that may not be true even if they are seen with one's own eyes, let alone the judgments made by people like Hong Yanwu who only rely on impulsive emotions and their own imagination after listening to them through the wall.
If he could confide his inner feelings to Master Yu in person, perhaps some of the conflicts between master and disciple could be better resolved.
If there is an analysis of his conversation with Chen Liquan and he can hear it with his own ears, it will be of great help to his character formation and even his future life development.
Unfortunately, both of these are unrealistic.
First of all, Hong Yanwu and Yu Ye are both paranoid in their temperaments, and it is very difficult to regain the old trust between them when they are in such trouble.
And that conversation was even more impossible, because it happened at noon on the day of Fayuan Temple's teacher examination, when Hong Yanwu was sent to Xuanwu Hospital.
As for the location of the conversation, it was at the wine table in the "Liangyixuan" restaurant at the north entrance of Niujie Street.
The two people talking were, in addition to Coach Ma, the apprentice of "Wrong Leg Feng", and Coach Xu of Xuanwu Sports School, who was accompanied by him that day and also witnessed the whole process of that day.
"How is it? Today is not in vain, is it?"
While the waiter was not serving the food, Coach Ma hurried over and asked.
"It's well-deserved... Shanpuying's stuff is really better than Tianqiao'er's! What an old man!" Coach Xu sighed, sighing.
"I didn't mention this. How do the children look at each other?"
"Okay, needless to say, the absolute champion! Thank you for your help. I'll treat you to this meal today." Coach Xu's eyes flashed, but then he remembered something and quickly added a few words.
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"Oh, by the way, we have agreed that the kid I want to be the first one to come on the scene will not be the second one..."
"Don't worry, Quanzi is the first one, and his family background is that of a worker. That prickly head's family background is too 'high', and he can't be accepted anywhere. Only by loosening the policy can it be possible..."
"Brother, aren't you thinking about that kid? I would like to advise you, even if it becomes more convenient for you in the future and the policy allows it, don't want him."
When Coach Ma heard this, he deliberately asked half-jokingly, "What do you mean by this? Are you afraid that he will turn around more than you accept the spring?"
"Don't believe it, even though they have the same master, both of them are very good at wrestling, but the future of these two children is simply incomparable. There is an old saying that says, 'the sun and the moon shine together', which is just a rip-off
Huqin - nonsense. They all have bright lights, that's true, but one is bright and clear, and the other is dim in the dark night. They are not playing on the same sky! I dare to put it here, no matter which team, like Quanzi
The one who is obedient and down-to-earth can never bury the main team members and has a bright future. And the other one, hehe..."
Coach Xu smiled and shook his head before continuing.
"I have good intentions. With his thorny behavior, he hits people everywhere and causes trouble. With his temperament, even the master dares to attack him. Whoever leaves him in the team will be in trouble. Have you forgotten that the national wrestling team in Jingcheng
Is it about the team? Back then, my master "Kuai Qiaoman" was the first coach of the city team. But as for those students, it was because they were very arrogant and unruly. They fought within the team and pinched others.
The whole team is in a mess, falling apart, and the training level has dropped significantly. To put it bluntly, the quality of people in this industry is generally too low, selfish and sectarian. Otherwise, Mr. Bu Enfu will be the coach in the end, and the entire city team will not be able to do it because of Bu Enfu.
Mr. Bao had some past grudges against Mr. Bao, so he deliberately left the stalls to show off to others. As a result, it turned out that the Jingcheng team, which was at the top, had completely destroyed itself, leaving the Jinmen, Bayi, Inner Mongolia and Sx teams behind.
Going beyond..."
Hearing this, Coach Ma couldn't help but express his feelings.
"Oh, that's right. Now, Beijing wrestling is a sport after all. It is no longer the art of performing arts or palace guarding in the past. If we don't make some changes in our ideological concepts, we will be trained by those who used to eat in a small pot.
It is difficult for those wrestlers to adapt to the new collective training model."
Coach Xu was very happy to receive Coach Ma's approval, so he took over the conversation and started complaining again.
"Who says it's not the case? You must have a sense of teamwork. Let me tell you, in reality, let alone the students, our team's other coach Yu Youchun can't do it either. He only focuses on me and me every day.
When the competition started, he either competed for professional titles or treatment, but the students were treated differently in training. Because he particularly favored the main team members, other students had great opinions on him, but he actually used this to create divisions among the students and formed cliques.
.As a result, the main team member was actually created by him as a "Thirteen Taibo". Listen, is this gangsterism enough?
Then, Coach Xu remembered something again and quickly entrusted it to Coach Ma.
"To be honest, Quanzi is better than the thirteen boys in Yu Youchun. I will focus on training him. But we have to say ugly things first. When Quanzi comes to my place, he will definitely become a thorn in the side of Yu Youchun. In addition, there are some
Touching the ground first and some tricks that hurt knee joints are no longer effective in sports competitions. I also have to correct some of his techniques and movements that may cause fouls, so there are not many opportunities to stand out in the competition at the beginning. You have to follow Feng
Sir, say hello to Mr. Yu, don’t let them misunderstand, think too much.”
"Don't worry, my master and Master Yu are both very open-minded, there is nothing they don't understand."
Just as Coach Ma was busy nodding in agreement, the waiter wearing a white coat and a little white hat had already brought a plate of greasy "charred pork slices" and a plate of fragrant "it's like honey"
On the table.
Nothing else, the two of them quickly poured the wine, picked up their chopsticks, and started drinking...