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Chapter 85 Qian Quan, who was born late, meets the real King of Wudang!

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 85 Qian Quan, who was born late, meets the real King of Wudang!

Qian Quan was not in a good mood the whole morning.

It's not because he lost to others in terms of moves.

Victory or defeat is a common thing for a military strategist. Although he has a master-level Wing Chun, he never thinks that he is invincible.

There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world. There are nearly 8 billion people in the world. Who claims to be invincible, and who dares to say that he is invincible?

What's more, there is a saying in Wing Chun that there is a master who knows the right direction, and an opponent who knows the level.

However, Qian Quan did not want to lose to Shimizu Ichiro's uncle.

Because he observed that what the opponent wanted to win was not a martial arts battle, but a clear proof and explanation for history.

This is a matter of stance.

In the view of Sheng Qianquan, a senior expert in history, that period of history has long been finalized and beyond doubt. Anyone who attempts to distort, beautify or tamper with conspiracy should be overthrown and eliminated.

The more I thought about it, the more solemn I became.

Judging from the opponent's expression and momentum, they will not only make follow-up moves, but also big moves.

From this perspective, Zhang Xiang'er's judgment is correct.

He was testing himself.

After class, Qian Quan sent a message to Zhang Xiang'er: "I have met Ichiro Shimizu and his uncle."

Zhang Xiang'er quickly replied: "How is it?"

"You are right. He came here to explore the bottom. When he returns, he will use his senior brother's name to make big news."

"It's just a matter of involving the government and the media, and then linking up with both internal and external networks to stir up a storm of public opinion and build momentum."

Qian Quan sneered: "Then both sides will suffer."

"What did you say?" Zhang Xiang'er was shocked and surprised, "You mean, after meeting him, you are not sure of victory?"

"He has been hiding for so long, how could he easily cause trouble without adequate preparation?

"This is in line with their national style."

Zhang Xiang'er heard an unusual tone from Qian Quan's tone, and asked, "What did he say?" There was a hint of anger.

"I didn't say anything, just threw a leaf at me."

As an expert, Zhang Xiang'er naturally heard the implication of this sentence and asked uncertainly: "Did you catch it?"

"I took half of it. But that's not the point. The point is that he wanted to use this incident to make a sound, a sound that we absolutely don't want to hear.

"Therefore, I will not let him win, even if the result is that I crawl out and he lies down."

Zhang Xiang'er pondered for a while and said, "We will discuss it in detail."

In the next few days, Qian Quan extended the time to practice "Wudang Quiet Kung Fu" and always maintained a restrained and pure state. This inevitably caused the students who were quietly paying attention to him to make secret guesses and received some greeting notes and messages.

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In the end, even Ding Linlang noticed it and came all the way from Fudan University to have dinner with him.

Qian Quan didn't hide it from her: "It could be one month at the earliest, or three months at the earliest. I want to have an important match with a Japanese samurai."

"Will it hurt?"

"meeting."

"Can we not compare?"

"Can't."

"Well, if you are injured, I will ask for leave to take care of you."

"good."

…

On Friday, Zhang Xiang'er came to Zhonghai, and Qian Quan told him his observations and speculations.

"After war criminals?" Zhang Xiang'er said bluntly.

"I guess so."

"Then you still dare to see my master."

"He's going to Wudang too?"

Zhang Xiang'er nodded.

"Will the Master stay behind closed doors?"

"No, Master will meet with him this time instead."

Qian Quan thought for a while and nodded. If you come to find out the bottom, you will naturally reveal it.

Test each other.

Early the next morning.

Qian Quan and Zhang Xiang'er flew to Wudang.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the afternoon that the two of them climbed Wudang Mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, I bumped into Igarashi Yugiri and Shimizu Ichiro who were coming down from the mountain.

The four of them greeted each other face to face, and Igarashi specially nodded to Qian Quan.

Qian Quan responded calmly.

After the four people passed each other, Zhang Xiang'er said: "He seems to be a little afraid of you."

Money power has not yet been determined.

"He bows his head in front of his face and draws his sword behind his back. He is capricious and does not know that there is any kindness in the world. He is only intimidated by the power of force. This is very despicable. Therefore, there is no need to give him a good look." Zhang Xiang'er commented citing allusions.

Combined with reality, it hits the nail on the head.

The two of them went up the mountain and saw an old Taoist priest sitting on a stone, taking a nap and basking in the sun in front of a Taoist temple.

The old Taoist priest looked to be in his seventies or eighties, with a lean and muscular figure.

Zhang Xiang'er indicated to Qian Quan that he was his master.

Qian Quan suddenly remembered something and asked: "What is your master's last name?"

"The surname is Wang. His previous name was Wang Xiaoliu. Later, the boss named him Wang Dashun."

"He actually told you all this."

"He mainly wanted to show off that the boss named him."

"Well, that's certainly worth showing off."

The two walked over, Zhang Xiang'er called "Master", and the old Taoist priest opened his eyes.

"Qian Quan, who was born late, has met the real King of Wudang." Qian Quan's line has been brewing for a long time.

"Okay, okay, okay..." the old Taoist priest said as he looked at Qian Quan, and then looked at his apprentice after a moment, "I've been compared to him."

"Yes, his talent is not inferior to mine. In actual combat, I dare not say that I will defeat him." Zhang Xiang'er said.

The old Taoist priest chuckled and did not expose his apprentice. He looked at Qian Quan and said, "Have you seen the Japanese?"

"I've seen it before."

"pity."

"What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that I'm too old. If I were 70 or 80 years younger today, I would have to cut off one of his arms, and then you would be able to relax a little bit."

"...Senior is domineering." Qian Quan said sincerely. The old hero who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood had a different aura.

The old Taoist priest waved his hand: "It's nothing. I, an old Taoist priest, have lived for more than a hundred years and have been practicing for more than seventy years. I have no worries in my heart for a long time. The only thing I can't let go of is this matter in this life."

"clear."

The old Taoist shook his head and said: "Only when you live to be a hundred years old can you truly understand that materialism no longer exists. When you open your eyes, the world appears; when you close your eyes, the world disappears.

"People come and go in my life, friends leave, relatives disappear, times come and go, go downhill, win and lose, life is constantly changing, never stopping, never clear, for a hundred years

, no two moments are exactly the same.

"Change is the essence of the universe. We are always experiencing endless flow. At this moment, when you listen to me, you are also slowly getting older. It is absolutely ruthless and absolutely fair."

"Master..." Zhang Xiang'er shouted, feeling that Master was going off topic.

"I'm not going off topic, I'm just saying this to tell you a few things -

"The gods can do nothing, but Japan must lose! Even if it takes another hundred years, no one can forgive us on our behalf!"

Qian Quan nodded solemnly.

"I'd like to say that you have also started practicing 'quiet skills'?" the old Taoist priest changed the subject.

"Yes."

"Do you feel that there is little effect?"

"Since it is a static skill, it must be done slowly and step by step."

The old Taoist priest smiled disapprovingly: "If a set of kung fu takes eighty years to master, then what value does this set of kung fu have? It's better to go to bed early and get up early, drink plenty of water, and go dance in the square if you have nothing to do."

Not to mention Qian Quan's shock, Zhang Xiang'er also looked embarrassed, feeling that the master had drank too much today.

"Let's go into the house and get you some things."

As the old Taoist priest spoke, he jumped down from the stone and limped ahead to lead the way.

The inconvenience in my legs and feet should be the sequelae of the gunshot wound that year.

After entering the Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest took out a jar and then took out several plastic bags from the drawer.

"This is Zhenling Dan tea, take one piece every three days, no more, no less." As he spoke, he put the small gray discs in the jar into a plastic bag, as if it were some local specialty.

"It will be effective in one month. If they want to compete in three months, then remember to cripple his arm."

"Is this tea so powerful?" Qian Quan was surprised, "Will there be any side effects?"

"As long as you drink the amount I told you, there will be no side effects. Oh, but there is one thing. If the yang energy is too strong, you must use appropriate methods to guide it. I don't need to say more about the rest, right?"

"Isn't Wudang about practicing martial arts with a child's body?" Qian Quan blurted out, and then it suddenly dawned on him that Zhang Xiang'er was flirting with women everywhere, so it turned out that this was what he meant?

"Don't listen to your nonsense. Childhood has nothing to do with practicing Qigong. It's just that everything must be done in moderation. If you overdo it, there will be harm. For example, if you leak too much the night before, your hands and feet will inevitably become weak the next day."

As expected, the old Taoist priest has reached a state where everything does not hinder his mind. His speech focuses on being simple and easy to understand, and he does not try to be arrogant with you.

"Can I make this tea by myself?"

"No, it's not that I'm hiding anything. It's just that from the same materials, someone prepared poison, and someone prepared an antidote. The difference was a thousand miles, and many disagreements and tragedies have arisen from this. I believe in such examples.

You have encountered it too."

Qian Quan nodded.

"Come to me again after drinking."

"OK."

(End of chapter)