The honest man took part in the Dou Zhan Hall assessment for the first time, and he was the one who defeated him. Then he was able to stay in school, which changed his life opportunities.
Three months later, in the second scene, the two people bumped into each other again. After all, they were also enemies.
These two experiences greatly increased Qi Shengjia's confidence. They were his happiest and most dazzling memories in more than ten years.
But for Peng Wanli, it was an unbearable nightmare. He was originally an excellent student and was recruited by several one-star teachers, but after two consecutive defeats, he has become a laughing stock.
After losing the first time, one could say he was careless, but after the second time, even Peng Wanli felt despair, knowing that he was really not as good as Qi Shengjia.
And the initiator of all this is Sun Mo.
Peng Wanli did not get up, but instead lowered his body lower. He inquired that Qi Shengjia often went to the villa where Sun Mo lived to receive his private tutoring.
This shows that the relationship between the two people is very good.
Peng Wanli felt that Sun Mo might be perfunctory because of Qi Shengjia. After all, that person had also earned him face.
"stand up!"
Sun Mo's tone became more serious: "You are young and don't have so many dark minds. Even if you are not a student of Zhongzhou Academy, as long as I can do it, I will guide you."
Sun Mo can be regarded as a man of two generations. It's easy to guess what Peng Wanli's thoughts are. He just thinks that Qi Shengjia's strength has improved by leaps and bounds under his guidance, so he also wants to let him guide him, and then defeat the honest man and regain his strength.
Face?
"teacher!"
Peng Wanli's voice trembled, and his face was filled with fear.
"If you don't get up, just kneel down!"
Sun Mo turned around and left.
"teacher!"
Peng Wanli was startled, stood up quickly, and chased after him for two steps. He was worried about making Sun Mo angry, so he froze in place, slightly hunched over, like a prisoner waiting for trial by the judge, feeling uneasy.
Although Sun Mo doesn't even have a star rating, and he has only been a teacher for more than half a year, he is now the most famous teacher in Zhongzhou Academy, and after winning the championship this time, he has overshadowed Liu Mubai.
How dare Peng Wanli wait so long?
"If I remember correctly, you have practiced the Eighteen Arhat Palms, right? Hit it again!"
Sun Mo ordered.
"Obey...obey!"
After Peng Wanli finished speaking, he started boxing. He had performed in front of other teachers before, but he was not as nervous as this time.
It’s over!
I am done!
After two moves, Peng Wanli looked ashen. Because he was too worried and nervous, his hands and feet were trembling, and he couldn't perform the moves he was usually skilled at.
"Peng Wanli!"
Sun Mo scolded.
Snapped!
Peng Wanli stood up straight and didn't dare to move!
"Students are here!"
"The Eighteen Palms of the Arhat means that one can be like an Arhat and use the hands of strength to cut off bad karma, eliminate sins, subdue dragons and subdue tigers, so that there will be no injustice in the world!"
Sun Mo's tone was serious: "If you are not determined and your punches are unstable, how can you show the majesty of an Arhat?"
"Student...student..."
Peng Wanli's eyes were wandering and he didn't even dare to look at Sun Mo.
"look at me!"
Sun Mo roared.
Peng Wanli raised his head and looked at Sun Mo. His eyes were like stars in the night sky, deep, bright, charming, and exuding an aura of perseverance.
"To do the Eighteen Arhat Palms well, you have to get rid of all distracting thoughts and imagine yourself as an Arhat!"
"Winning or losing doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether you are embarrassed or not!"
"What's important is the punch I'm going to make right now!"
Sun Mo spoke with sincerity and good words.
A golden ray of light radiated with Sun Mo as the center of the circle.
All the commotions immediately rang out all around, because there were more than a dozen people who came here today, squatting in the dark, wanting to beg Sun Mo for guidance.
Radiated by the golden words, Peng Wanli was refreshed and felt a glimmer of enlightenment. It was like a ray of sunshine that dispelled the gloom that had been turbulent for many days in his heart.
"The reason why I lost is because I didn't practice my skills well enough!"
Peng Wanli sighed.
"..."
Sun Mo was silent. In fact, he wanted to say that it was not the case.
Through the divine insight technique, he has obtained Peng Wanli's data.
At the age of sixteen, he exercised his body to the seventh level and practiced the Eighteen Arhat Palms.
Strength 9, the best among peers.
Intelligence 5, average, enough.
Agile 7, for you, is not a strength, but it is not a weakness either.
Willpower 1, the peak has reached 8, currently the will is depressed, like a lost lamb.
…
Potential value, medium!
Note: I couldn't find the way forward, and my mentality was completely shattered by Qi Shengjia.
Note: You may have outstanding talent in weapon refining, which needs to be investigated.
Sun Mo has seen a lot of students in the past six months. In addition, he is also quite smart, diligent and studious, and knows how to sum up experience. Therefore, even if he does not have divine insight to give the answer, he can judge Peng Wanli's
What's the problem?
To put it bluntly, his qualifications are mediocre.
When he first entered the school, Peng Wanli was precocious, intelligent, and diligent, so his strength improved quickly. However, as other students became enlightened and caught up, the disadvantages of his qualifications became apparent.
To put it simply, in long-distance running, Peng Wanli starts before others, but as those geniuses start to start, he will be quickly caught up.
This is a matter of talent, there is nothing you can do about it.
The honest man's talent is not good, but he works hard enough. He spends twice as much time practicing every day as Peng Wanli. In addition, Sun Mo uses ancient massage techniques and spring water giant medicine packs to help him regulate his body, which also makes him feel strong in spiritual energy.
After practicing in the Wind King Temple, he defeated Peng Wanli.
But even so, Qi Shengjia would be completely beaten against Xuanyuan Po, and he might not even be able to defeat Ying Baiwu.
There is indeed room for improvement in Peng Wanli's Eighteen Arhat Palms, but even if he finally practices it to the point of perfection, what's the use?
The ceiling is there!
Seeing that Sun Mo didn't speak, Peng Wanli's heart sank, and he showed a worried expression: "Old...teacher, am I right?"
"What is your ideal?"
Sun Mo changed the topic.
"ideal?"
Peng Wanli murmured: "Enter the Dou Zhan Hall?"
"That's just the goal!"
Sun Mo shook his head.
"I...I never thought about it!"
Peng Wanli lowered his head. A few years ago, he followed his father in the city and made a living by blacksmithing. When he was recruiting students at Zhongzhou University, he took the exam and unexpectedly passed the exam, and then came to school.
Already.
"By the way, my father said that if I practice well, I won't have to live a hard life in the future, and I can eat meat and white rice every meal."
"In the past few years, you have just followed the trend, eating, practicing, and sleeping every day. You haven't thought about what you want to do in the future, right?"
Sun Mo asked with a smile and softened his tone.
"Come, come and sit!"
Sun Mo walked a few steps forward and sat on the slope beside the lake.
Peng Wanli was a little flattered. He had actually considered that he wanted to live in a big house, marry a beautiful wife, have a litter of fat boys, and carry on the family line. But this was too vulgar, how could he dare to say it.
"Let me ask you another question, what do you like to do?"
Sun Mo started to talk heart to heart.
He just scolded Peng Wanli to correct his state of mind, but now he found that this could not fundamentally solve the problem.
Peng Wanli seems to lack a little obsession with practicing martial arts.
What is obsession?
Like Qi Shengjia, if his body can hold up, he will practice until death!
"Forge a peerless sword!"
This time, Peng Wanli blurted out that he remembered the scene when he saw the birth of a spiritual sword outside Zhang Dajiang's blacksmith shop in Jinling when he was a child.
To this day, he often dreams about that sword!
Zhang Dajiang also became famous because of the long sword that was a spiritual weapon.
"I have two suggestions. First, if you want to improve your strength, then replace the Eighteen Arhat Palms and try to find a higher-level technique, preferably boxing!"
Sun Mo said, to be honest, Peng Wanli's palm practice was a little awry because he couldn't use his ultimate strength.
Peng Wanli was silent. How easy was it to find a new skill? Moreover, he had been practicing the Eighteen Arhat Palms for more than four years and then just gave up. How could he count the wasted time?
Speaking of which, Peng Wanli was lucky because a one-star famous master had pointed him out and asked him to choose this palm technique. Otherwise, he would have practiced sword training according to his preference, and he would not have even half of his current strength.
Yes, maybe he dropped out of school early.
"The second thing is to put down your training first and go to the weapon refining department of Zhongzhou Academy to learn and build a few small things. Maybe you will develop new interests!"
Sun Mo suggested.
"But...but I have no money!"
Peng Wanli looked embarrassed.
Of course, there is a deeper reason. The students who just went to the weapon refining department all started as handymen. No matter how bad Peng Wanli was, he was still a fifth grader. If he worked for the new students in the lower grades, he would not be able to lose face.
"Are you ridiculed enough now?"
Sun Mo asked back. As soon as he saw Peng Wanli's expression, he knew what he was thinking.
"I know I was wrong!"
Peng Wanli's face was slumped.
"Go to the logistics department tomorrow and receive ten thousand taels of silver!"
Sun Mo arranged: "Then I'll give you three months to build whatever you want!"
"ah?"
Peng Wanli's eyes were dull, which meant several things.
"You don't need to pay back this money, but I need you to come up with the finished product after three months. Even if you end up with a pile of scraps, you still have to give it to me!"
Sun Mo asked: "Can you do it?"
"This...how is this possible?"
Peng Wanli stuttered. That was ten thousand taels. For a family like this, it was a huge sum of money. But in his heart, there seemed to be a fire that suddenly ignited, igniting his dream of making swords.
.
"Shut up!"
"Answer me, can you do it?"
"Yes, I can go to the logistics department to collect the money tomorrow. If I can't, I will find you a heaven-level boxing technique!"
Sun Mo asked a barrage of questions.
The students around him couldn't help but exclaimed when they heard this.
"Heaven-level skills? This guy has earned it!"
"Is there any need to think about this? It must be the chosen method!"
"Don't talk about 10,000 taels of silver, it's just 10,000 taels of gold. It's nothing compared to heaven-level skills!"
These students murmured, suddenly regretting why they didn't rush out earlier.