Budo Supreme from Conan

When Jiang Wudao regained his composure, he had temporarily escaped from his father's control, and could be said to have escaped from the sea of ​​suffering.

The wooden tatami under his feet was, well, very Japanese. The place he was in also changed from inside a huge star to a medium-sized karate gym.

Jiang Wudao felt his body a little and found that he was really weak.

It's not that Jiang Wudao was still very strong after his father broke up his body, but that his body was already very weak.

Jiang Wudao stretched out the middle finger of his right hand and cursed angrily at the ceiling, and then felt uneasy. He ran outside from the karate dojo and repeated the operation, but then tragedy struck. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning appeared in the clear sky and struck Jiang Wudao.

On the head.

As for who did it, Jiang Wudao looked at his black body from head to toe and smiled shyly. He had a lot of it, so he didn't care about it.

Pedestrians walking on the road were immediately shocked when they saw a lunatic wearing a training suit running out and yelling at the sky, and the sky seemed to have consciously lowered a divine thunder.

A female newspaper employee started recording Jiang Wudao after he came out. Now she carefully put down the camera.

She bowed devoutly to Jiang Wudao and said unceremoniously that Jiang Wudao was her bread and butter. The value of this video after it was sold would be immeasurable.

And besides, in an island country where I lived a good life, isn’t it basic operation to kneel down to apologize and lick leather shoes? (?w?)

After uncovering the black substance on his body, Jiang Wudao returned to the karate gym.

After he entered, the master of the dojo looked at him with a worried look: "Wudao! Did you encounter any danger when you went out just now? I heard thunder resounding in the sky in the dojo. The power of nature is really impressive.

And intimidated."

Jiang Wudao just made up a lie and fooled him. The relationship between Jiang Wudao and the dojo master was not that good. It was just a money transaction between them. This identity promised that he would give the dojo master the money after completing his studies.

A lot of money.

"Hey, Jiang Wudao, are you okay? I just didn't consider that you are an ordinary person who has never practiced cultivation. I used too much force and accidentally kicked you in the chest. I'm sorry!"

Jiang Wudao looked up and found that it was the man in white training clothes who had fought with him before.

"It doesn't have to be like this. I know my body well. It's my fault. I don't have self-awareness. Isn't this my problem?"

The name of the man in the white training suit is Kyogoku Makoto, and he is the leader of their karate club. His parents run the "Takuya Hotel" in Izu, Shizuoka Prefecture. At the same time, he also has an older brother named Kyogoku Makoto.

For a moment, Jiang Wudao looked at him with a sense of sympathy.

"This guy's parents are pretty much the same as mine. They're both big pits. His parents were named so randomly, and I keep jumping into old people's pits."

Although Kyogoku didn't know what was going on in Jiang Wudao's eyes, what he just said still made Kyogoku feel very good.

If there is a person who takes all your faults on himself, you will definitely feel very comfortable. I can only say that this person is very good at being a human being, and there are some things that are really not worthy of being a human being.

"For example, let's take my father." Jiang Wudao prepared such a long paragraph in his heart just to complain about his father.

In order to make his name not so prominent here, Jiang Wudao's old father directly arranged for him to be a Chinese student studying in Japan.

Suddenly, the master of the dojo who was sitting on the tatami stood up.

"Everyone, it's almost time now! Free training time is over and unified teaching begins."

What's strange is that such an old body can still produce a powerful voice. Unfortunately, his martial arts achievements in this life are just like this. As he gets older, his energy and blood fade, so there are people who open martial arts schools.

Think about it.

Since Jiang Wudao had just arrived and spent a lot of money to become a client, the old gym owner asked him to stay here for a day and then start training tomorrow.

Jiang Wudao nodded. He had no reason to refuse. He met a new school. What you need is learning rather than training. Blind training will definitely make mistakes.

This is like what the sage Confucius said: "Learning without thinking will lead to ignorance; thinking without learning will lead to peril."

Sitting cross-legged on the tatami, Jiang Wudao and the gym owner watched the apprentice training together.

After starting, Jiang Wudao heard loud sounds such as "Hey! Huh! Ha". Because there were so many apprentices, it was very uncomfortable for Jiang Wudao, an ordinary person, to hear these sounds.

He took another look at the old owner next to him. He was motionless, sitting there quietly watching the training of the apprentices, not affected by the sound at all.

This is the power of martial arts!

Jiang Wudao sighed in his heart. The old owner seemed to notice Jiang Wudao staring at him, so he moved his hand in his ear for a while, and then took out a small white object.

Look carefully, my dear, this is actually a white earplug. Can you please return my emotion to me?

Jiang Wudao dared to whisper this last sentence in his heart, if he said it out loud... Even though he is old now, he can easily beat a weak ordinary person.

The old owner blinked and suddenly understood something, and took out another pair of earplugs from the cushion where he sat.

At this time, Jiang Wudao did not choose to show off and obediently put on the earplugs.

After putting it on, the old owner first pointed at Jiang Wudao with his index finger, then made an "X" with his two index fingers, then pointed at his own lips, and finally pointed at the apprentices.

In an instant, Jiang Wudao understood everything. The old owner wanted him not to tell them, but to ask them to keep their voices down.

"Hey! Stop for a moment, I have something to say."

Jiang Wudao made a trumpet shape with his hands and shouted with all his strength. This voice was not particularly prominent in this noisy environment, but there would always be a few people who heard it.

Lu Xun said it well, the biggest difficulty in the world is not how to turn ten into ten thousand, but how to turn zero into one.

The sound was not loud, but someone heard it after all. One person stopped, two people stopped, three people stopped, and more and more people stopped. Most people have a herd mentality.

In the end, Kyogoku was left alone, immersed in his own practice, but he came to his senses after a while.

For a moment, the entire martial arts hall was silent. All the apprentices and old masters wanted to see what Jiang Wudao had to say.

"Just now the old owner took out a pair of earplugs from the mat, and he also had them in his own ears." While speaking, Jiang Wudao repeated the old owner's actions: "This is the action the old owner made just now.

I immediately understood that he wanted you to keep your voice down because you were too noisy."

All the apprentices looked at each other, and the center of this whirlpool - the old farm owner took out a bottle of medicine from nowhere.

Opening the cap of the bottle, the old owner swallowed the medicine without even drinking water. Looking carefully, there are several words written in Japanese on the label on the bottle - Suxiao Jiuxin Pill (そっこうきゅうしんがん)