Attack and defense can give people at least three different perceptions.
The first is that the attacking side has the upper hand but is not eager to take down the defending side. As for the reasons, there are many situations.
The second type is that the defender has the upper hand but is not eager to fight back. As for the reasons, there are many situations.
The third type is that the offensive and defensive sides are evenly matched, with each other attacking and defending.
Momotoko continued to make moves, but could not defeat the Pekingese, which gave people the second impression. However, he kept yelling for a long time without stopping, and seemed to have endless energy, which gave people the first impression.
To sum up, the offensive and defensive battle between Momotokoro and the Pekingese gives rise to the fourth perception.
Very confusing.
Some people believe that Momo Xiaoro is far more powerful than the people from Beijing.
Some people are just the opposite.
Ichiro thought he knew Xiaolang, so he was so anxious that he just slapped the table and said to Erlang beside him: "If the attack is invincible, you should leave room for the opponent to take action and adapt accordingly!"
Erlang said worriedly: "He is timid. He finally took the initiative. How could he give it up so easily?"
Ichiro said: "Knowing how to give in is the highest state of life!"
Erlang let out a sigh and said in surprise: "Brother, where did you hear this sentence? It makes so much sense!"
Ichiro smiled to himself, "That's right."
Snapped!
The Peking man swung his whip and swiped the soles of Momo Xiaolang's feet.
"I'll jump!" Momokorou reacted slowly and couldn't move back. In desperation, he jumped like a child jumping rope, and his mouth had to keep up.
"Hahaha!" Yi Wuxin burst into laughter, "Three little brothers are so funny!"
That's true. If it had been someone else, I'm afraid they would have used a decent or even graceful sideways dodge, and it would have been easier for them to follow the moves and turn their defense into offense.
"Did he let the child go?" Some people questioned. They couldn't understand that on the 30th, the young man who used his momentum to scare off Sima Zhong was actually unable to do anything to a man who didn't have a regular way to use a sword and was whining.
Child!
"But why would he let it?"
"I just heard someone say, 'Knowing how to give in is the highest state of life'."
"What the hell! Tell him to give his mother-in-law to me!"
"Hahaha!"
"Don't bullshit me. You know how to give in, but you don't have to give in."
"Then do you know how to give up your mother-in-law to me?"
"I'll go! Are you finished? Of course I don't understand! What the hell!"
"That's not right." Erlang suddenly said, "Brother, Xiaolang seems to be able to win."
Ichiro said: "Isn't it good to win?"
Erlang said: "That's good, but I have to treat him to a big meal for half a month. I don't have the money."
Ichiro frowned, "No way, I thought you were rich."
Erlang said: "I thought you were rich."
Ichiro pondered for a moment, "Which is better, winning or losing?"
Momotokoro switches from offense to defense, and then from defense to mutual offense and defense with the Pekingese, which completely gives people a third impression.
Yang Zhixi looked nervous and thought to himself: No, that kid's sword skills are not bad, and now he has completely let go. It's time for him to try his special moves!
"The snake rides on the mist!" the Beijinger shouted coldly, and saw the shadow of the whip sweeping across, resonating in all directions, and strangled Momotokoro!
"Hey, why does this trick sound so familiar to me?"
"Hey, you have such a bad memory, there used to be a Mi Qilin from the Sixty-Eight Dragon Swords, and she also had a move called 'Teng Snake Rides the Mist'!"
"Oh, no wonder!"
"But the whip is more like a snake!"
"Martial arts talks about form and meaning, form is at the bottom and meaning is at the top!"
"Hey, it's a pity that Mi Qilin lost and the Beijinger is still standing on the stage!"
"I can only blame her for being angry and choosing Little Emei to fight!"
Everyone on the building was buzzing with chatter, and it was very lively.
Momotokoro heard this and secretly cursed: Dogs are competing with each other, you are the one on stage, what are you talking about!
Ruan Shengyi smiled and said, "Look, why does Brother Beijing keep attacking from left to right?"
Li Ji said: "Only in this way can people see through it."
"Give me a move?" Hua Wushuang turned around and asked, taking the opportunity to take a look at Ruan Shengyi.
Li Ji said: "You must have noticed that the Beijingers tried to turn their wrists many times, but it was very awkward."
Ruan Shengyi said: "Is that because he is not good at attacking from right to left?"
Hua Wushuang answered: "But I think he can attack from right to left."
Ruan Shengyi suddenly said: "I know! He wanted to change the direction of attack, but because the movement of turning his wrist was too slow, it was always intercepted by Xiao Lang, so it seemed particularly awkward."
Li Ji was stared at by Ruan Shengyi and smiled back, "No."
"Hey, why is that?" Hua Wushuang and Ruan Shengyi asked in unison.
Li Ji said: "Every time he turns his wrist, it happens to be when Xiaolang's sword power can keep up. In other words, he has been cooperating with Xiaolang, and you can't see it."
After hearing this, Ruan Shengyi looked at the whip-wielding boy on the stage and murmured: "Then I'm really confused. Brother Beijing is stronger in every aspect, so why do you tame him in every possible way?"
Hua Wushuang smiled and said: "A gentleman's journey starts with faith. The little crooked guy has a lot of ideas. I think the guy from Beijing is following his tricks."
Ruan Shengyi smiled and said, "I am really good at coming up with ideas."
Elsewhere, Xi Zhenyuan shared the feeling that the Beijingers were very powerful, and said to himself: This guy can block at least ten of my moves, why did he let me beat him that day?
"Master, why are you looking at me?" Xi Shuixiang was most afraid that her master would suddenly look at her, and she felt very uneasy.
"Can't we take a look?" Xi Zhenyuan snorted and said secretly: I don't know if he really didn't have any ill intentions towards Axiang. The implication was that she beat up the Beijinger violently, which cannot be said to be wrong for the time being.
"Brother Changfeng, why do you think Brother Beijing did that?" Ruan Shengyi turned around and smiled at Hua Wushuang, "Brother Wushuang, what do you think?"
Hua Wushuang pretended to be profound, pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "If something goes wrong, you can't leave without gambling."
Ruan Shengyi suddenly said: "Yes, Xiao Lang's odds are quite high in this match."
"But..." Ruan Shengyi looked at Li Ji again, "If this continues, Xiao Lang seems to have no chance. How will he win?"
Li Ji shook his head, "I can't tell either."
"Hey, Brother Ren." Yesterday, before night fell, Momo Xiaolang found the Beijing native and called out behind him.
People in Beijing recognize Momo Xiaolang, "Did you call me?"
"Yes." Momokoro paused his jaw and spread the palm of his left hand, "I have a tael of silver here, and I'll give you half of it. Do you want it?"
The Beijinger smiled and said, "I think so."
Momokoro was overjoyed and raised his voice: "Then if you can exchange this one tael of silver for two or ten taels, what if I give you half of it?"
People in Beijing said: "It's a great thing."
"That……"
"But before that, I want to know why such good luck happened to me."
"Help me!" Momokoro stared at the Beijinger eagerly.
"Do you have any ideas?" said the Beijinger, "I think you should have some ideas."
"Ah! Right hand!" Ichiro and Erlang exclaimed, looking at each other. They thought: The eldest sister teaches left-handed swordsmanship, and they are both Taiqiong Sanlang. Why does she prefer the younger one?
"This... this is unfair!" Ichirojiro said angrily.
"What's fair?"
"Of course..." Ichiro and Erlang looked back and saw the long-awaited face, and suddenly hugged each other, "Xiao Lang won! Xiao Lang won! Yeah! Yeah!"
"Holy shit!" Wang Wuyi saw that his eldest grandson was too poor. He quickly lowered his head and said tremblingly, "My great benefactor, Tianyou, don't let her come here."
"My dear nephew, you can go." Taiqiong, the eldest grandson, stood in front of Bo Tianyou in shock and spoke very coldly.
"Yes." Bo Tianyou looked at the black beauty in front of him without any temper.
"Tanlang, I came in and couldn't even burn an incense stick, but you peeked at Fairy Piaomiao a hundred times. Is she really that beautiful?" Changsun Taiqiong looked solemn, "Raise your head - look at me!"