During the afternoon training, everyone was working hard.
But Cheng Yu was not seen.
At this time, Cheng Yu was standing in the principal's office.
The principal looked at him in surprise, "Cheng Yu, why don't you go to class? Is something wrong?"
"Principal, I, I surrender myself." He said and lowered his head.
"Surrender yourself, did you make that plum blossom pile?" Although I had guessed that it might be related to Cheng Yu, I was still a little surprised when I heard from Cheng Yu.
"Well, I broke it. I didn't mean to do it. Principal, I..."
The principal was thoughtful and seemed to understand something. He interrupted Cheng Yu and said, "I understand. Go ahead and train hard."
"Principal, you won't punish me?" This time it was Cheng Yu's turn to be surprised, "Principal, I damaged public property, I will pay for it."
"It's okay, go ahead and don't feel pressured." The principal comforted and waved his hand.
After dinner, Song Tianjiao and Cheng Yu came to the concierge.
"Grandpa." "Grandpa Ruan." The two children greeted respectfully.
"It's really strange, why are you two here together? It seems that you go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and if you have anything to do, you come to the old man." The old man smiled and stroked his beard.
"Grandpa, have you heard that Jiyu Martial Arts School has issued a challenge to us?" Song Tianjiao pretended to be mysterious and whispered.
"It's a joke. Although I don't have much power as a concierge, no flies can fly in without my consent, let alone a declaration of war." The old man was used to joking with his granddaughter, and continued, "You know what the concierge is called?
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"I don't know." The two children shook their heads.
"The concierge, commonly known as the concierge, is also called the delivery room in science, and is also called the mail and reception room. It is a place specifically responsible for letters and delivering messages."
"Oh, I understand, you two little guys are here to get information, right?" the old man asked proudly.
"Grandpa, how much do you know? Tell us." Song Tianjiao sat next to her grandfather and shook the old man's arm.
"Jijiyu invited us to jointly perform a report this time, which is an early New Year greeting to the surrounding folks before the Spring Festival."
"In order to increase the enjoyment and competition, the initial plan is for each family to send out 9 students to compete in a martial arts competition. Firstly, it allows everyone to watch the excitement and create some atmosphere; secondly, it is also to determine the winner. After how many years of fighting,
It’s gone, alas!”
"Nine pairs of contestants are on the stage, not only fighting with fists and feet, but also fighting with weapons."
"Are there any weapons?" The two of them interrupted at the same time and asked.
"Yes, is this interesting?"
"The highlight will be at the back. The winners of the nine pairs will compete in the arena later. The last person standing on the stage will be the best martial arts star from both schools this year."
"What, you two want to participate?" At the end of the sentence, the old man asked solemnly.
"I think about it. There are a few other senior brothers who also want to do it, but I'm afraid I won't be able to choose." The two of them expressed their thoughts.
"Grandpa, is there any way to improve quickly? Please help us!" Song Tianjiao acted coquettishly again.
"The old man doesn't have any way to improve it, but I have some medicinal wine here that may be of some use to you."
The old man said, taking out a jar of wine from under the bed, brushing off the dust on the top of the jar, and continued, "Take this, it's my treasure. I wouldn't have taken it out unless you two came here."
"It has special effects on bruises and injuries, and it can also enhance the physical strength. The journey of practicing martial arts still requires hard practice to have a stable foundation."
"Tianjiao should go back first, Cheng Yu, you stay."
"Hey, junior brother, my grandpa is going to open a small stove for you, so take good care of it." Song Tianjiao whispered a few words to Cheng Yu, then walked away with the wine jar in her arms.
"Come with me..." Grandpa Ruan picked up the flashlight on the window sill.
In the campus, the faint moonlight shines on the playground.
Along the vaguely discernible path, the light of the flashlight in front of him flickered in time with the old man's walking rhythm.
The two of them walked to the plum blossom pile and stopped.
Cheng Yu discovered that the wooden stake that he had broken had been replaced with a new one at some point, and he wondered why grandpa brought me here.
The old man held the newly replaced wooden stake in his hand and turned around.
"Child, did you break this wooden stake?" Ruan Xingquan looked solemn at this time.
"Yes, Grandpa, I didn't mean it, I already..." Cheng Yu lowered his head in shame, thinking that Grandpa Ruan must have also been complained by the principal.
"Take action and break this one too."
"What, grandpa, what did you say?" Cheng Yu didn't believe his ears. Did I hear it correctly?
"I want you to break this wooden stake as well. Don't have any scruples and use your best strength." The old man continued to order, his tone unquestionable.
"Grandpa, you asked me to fight this." Cheng Yu stopped hesitating and opened his stance.
A punch was thrown out, and only three shadows of fists were seen, driving the sound of wind and overwhelming force, and hit the wooden pile.
When Ruan Xingquan saw Cheng Yu punch out, he nodded slightly and shouted, "Well done!" He secretly exerted force in his hands.
There was a bang, and Cheng Yu was stunned.
The wooden stake did not move at all, still standing firmly there.
What's going on? Why didn't it stop? Am I not strong enough? Or my skill has weakened, and Cheng Yu is a little frustrated.
The smile returned to Ruan Xingquan's face, "Haha, it's strange, isn't it." He came over and patted Cheng Yu on the shoulder.
"It's strange why this wooden stake didn't break, isn't it? Grandpa saw the punch you made just now. It was so powerful that it seemed to be able to destroy everything."
"My child, in the world of warriors, when fighting against others, if you encounter someone weaker than you, they will naturally not be able to take your punch."
"However, the strongest will have its own strong hand. When you encounter someone stronger than you, just like this wooden stake, it can withstand your powerful blow, or it can avoid your blow."
"What should you do next?" Cheng Yu had never considered the situation Grandpa Ruan said.
"I, I can only punch one punch." Cheng Yu looked embarrassed. Yes, I have been here for a few days and I have learned boxing, practiced sparring, and fought. How come I only know this one punch?
"Then what's going on? Your punch didn't work. It's your opponent's turn next. If your opponent also punches you with the same strength, what will happen to you?" the old man continued to ask.
"I failed!" Cheng Yu was even more ashamed, lowering his head and thinking about how to deal with it.
"Cheng Yu, don't be complacent, know your shortcomings before advancing, know your shame before you are brave." Seeing that Cheng Yu was aware of these problems, Ruan Xingquan was very satisfied and encouraged him.
"Your current martial arts cultivation level appears to be only at the level of an intermediate warrior. However, simply coupled with your strength advantage, you can fight against level 4 reversibly, which means you can defeat ordinary intermediate martial arts masters."
"If you add in the advantage of your spiritual consciousness, you can defeat two more levels, which means you can defeat ordinary top martial arts masters."
"You have an amazing talent. You have the ability to fight against the sixth to seventh level. What you lack is experience and experience. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect." He took out two books from his arms.
"Here are two volumes of "Plum Blossom Acupoint Pointing Hand" and "Nine Yang Bone Forging Technique". You can take them and practice them frequently. I hope they can help you."
He handed the book to Cheng Yu and warned him: "When practicing martial arts, avoid taking tricks." He turned around and left.
Cheng Yu took it with both hands, bent down and saluted, "Thank you, grandpa, I will definitely practice hard."
Looking at the old man's back, the flickering flashlight light gradually faded away.
What's going on? This is the martial arts secret book. Two books at once, an unexpected gain!
Cheng Yu was ecstatic.
Jiuyang Bone Forging Kung Fu is a technique to strengthen the body, which is divided into nine levels. The higher the level, the stronger the resistance will naturally be.
Guided by thoughts, the yang energy in the body is gathered, like a sun rising between the heart and kidneys, nourished by essence and blood, running through the limbs and bones, tempering the bones and muscles, and strengthening the body. At the highest state, the body is like nine yangs.
When the physical body is at its strongest, it is invulnerable to swords, guns and sharp edges.
Plum Blossom Acupoint Pointing Hand is an acupoint-pointing technique that uses finger power or other external force to click on the enemy's key points, which can instantly cause the opponent to lose his fighting ability and defeat the enemy with one move.
While looking through the Plum Blossom Acupuncture Manual, a piece of paper fell to the ground and Cheng Yu picked it up.
The paper has turned yellow, and the words "Feng Yun Bu" are written on it. The drawing below looks like a footwork pattern, but it is similar to the cross step of Yangko.
Cheng Yu curiously started walking according to the pattern, walking faster and faster, sometimes like the wind blowing willows, erratic from left to right; sometimes like the wind blowing away clouds, the position is unpredictable.
In the following days, Cheng Yu practiced hard with his senior brothers and sisters, and half a month passed by in a flash.
The day of the trials has finally arrived.
The playground was full of people, with colorful flags flying all around, and there were also people at the Huajiaji Market to watch the fun.
There are more than 120 people who have signed up. It is a rare opportunity to show your face.
The referee team consists of five coaches.
There were loud gongs and drums on the stage, and some students were performing boxing skills to warm up the atmosphere.
Familiar people in the audience sat together, discussing, guessing, cheering and encouraging.
"Junior brother, have you signed up?"
"I didn't apply. I couldn't pass the first round these two times. I came to this school just to hang out."
"Bodhisattva bless me and don't let me meet someone powerful. I don't want to be eliminated early."
"My goal is Song Tianxu. The number one martial star is reserved for me."
"Screw you, you can be ranked number one by bragging."
"Is Senior Sister Tianjiao here? I am participating in the competition for her."
"I predict that Senior Brother Tianxu will still be number one in this year's rankings. I am only optimistic about him."