Dad, please try harder

Chapter 88 It’s not surprising that the sparrows are torn apart by hand, the golden sound and jade vibration wet the heavy clothes

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 88 It’s not surprising that the sparrows are torn apart by hand, the golden sound and jade vibration wet the heavy clothes

“I will definitely win money!

"I will definitely win money!"

"I will definitely win money!"

“It’s not about wanting to win, it’s about being able to win!”

"I am the only one who can win the money!"

"Must win!"

After Ichiro Shimizu recited these mantras silently, he fell asleep peacefully.

This is the psychological suggestion method taught to him by his father.

Relying on self-brainwashing over and over again to forge the belief that you must win, coupled with unremitting and hard training every day, and carefully absorbing the master's teachings, you will definitely be able to achieve your wish and defeat Qian Quan in the end.

This time I came to China with my uncle, and I met many legendary figures, and witnessed with my own eyes the secret fights between my uncle and them.

Only then did he realize that his uncle was so strong. He was at the peak of his mental and physical strength. He had no flaws and no opponents.

Therefore, when he saw Qian Quan catching the maple leaf sent by his uncle with his backhand, he was shocked again.

In particular, the scene of Qian Quan confronting his uncle as equals with his unflinching momentum left a deep impression on him.

I remember the first time I met my uncle, he also threw a leaf at me, but unfortunately he didn't catch it, and then he stood aside with his head lowered like a child who had done something wrong.

Qian Quan, on the other hand, has already regarded his uncle as an opponent who is not afraid of a fight.

There is still a long way to go to win against him.

The next day, Shimizu Ichiro returned to Japan with his uncle.

Although neither his uncle nor his master told him explicitly, he knew in his heart that after his uncle completed this inspection, he was going to prepare for a huge Sino-Japanese martial arts competition with his master.

Take this opportunity to restore the glory of Japanese Bushido and inspire the national spirit!

Japan and China have deep historical grievances, and the disputes in the martial arts community have lasted for thousands of years. Not to mention, there is a famous martial artist in modern China, Huo Yuanjia, who is generally believed by the Chinese to be poisoned to death by the Japanese.

Every martial arts exchange between the two countries, even if it is a non-governmental exchange that does not attract more attention, is always full of gunpowder.

Once the discussions and exchanges are uploaded to the Internet, needless to say, it will be as fierce as the verbal exchanges on the battlefield.

This time, the martial arts exchange competition that my uncle and my master are planning to organize publicly, I wonder what kind of attention it will attract.

In any case, this exchange competition must be a good opportunity to stand out.

The premise is that he can defeat money power by then.

Back in Nara, the uncle and the master discussed the martial arts competition, and their conversation revealed a surprising news:

Uncle Master decided to take the lead in issuing a challenge to Qian Quan and have a private discussion before the game, even at the cost of losing both sides and making him unable to play.

"I am an unknown person, so finishing this battle with him off the court is the best choice.

"To allow a Chinese teenager to shine in such a highly anticipated event and defeat our young people one after another is a result that I will never tolerate."

Igarashi Yugiri confessed her decision to her senior brother.

Isao Okawachi pondered for a long time, nodded in agreement, and asked: "In terms of time, have you thought about it?"

"The time will be in a month. Preparations and public opinion building will take a month. In addition, Asuka and Ichiro should be given some time to prepare."

"And yourself?" Isao Okawachi smiled.

"Yes, although I have tried to test him, in a real fight, any outcome may occur. If he really fights for his life with me, the consequences will be unpredictable.

"The ideal result is to lose both sides. If we can destroy him and let him escape from the martial arts world, that would be the best. Even if I lose my skill, it is worth it.

"Therefore, I will also take a month to prepare."

"It seems you feel the pressure from the young man in China."

"To be honest, senior brother, that's exactly what it is."

Isao Okawachi nodded and reminded: "Don't kill anyone, otherwise it will be difficult to end."

"Senior brother, don't worry, I am sensible."

"Okay, let's settle it for now. However, I'm afraid the Chinese side still needs to nod and confirm the exact time."

"yes."

The two brothers chatted for a while longer, then Igarashi stood up and left.

After leaving his senior brother's courtyard, he drove to a quiet woods.

I parked my car on the side of the road and saw two skinny deer running towards me. I waved them away and strode into the woods.

In the woods, there was a young girl as tall and thin as a deer, catching sparrows in the air with her bare hands.

I saw her flying high and low, swaying and moving, as light as a swallow as she shuttled through the forest, and soon caught a sparrow.

Hold it carefully in your hand and gently stroke the feathers on its head.

The sparrow struggled to escape, struggled to escape.

The young girl's gesture suddenly stopped, and with a slight force, she pulled off the sparrow's little head.

Blood spurted out, staining her hands and clothes.

The girl threw the sparrow away and walked lightly to wash her hands by the stream.

Seeing this scene, Igarashi Yugiri nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the girl.

The girl noticed someone, turned around suddenly, saw her father, bowed and saluted: "Dad."

Igarashi Yugiri nodded, without saying a word, and threw a maple leaf to her daughter.

The girl did not pick it up, but took a step forward, pointed like a knife, and moved like lightning, raising her hand to cut the maple leaf in half.

"Too slow." Igarashi Yugiri criticized.

"Yes, daddy." The girl lowered her head.

…

Saturday night, Vientiane Plaza, fifth floor.

Qian Quan is giving basketball lessons to a group of primary school students.

Parents were sitting outside the training room waiting.

Lu Xuan's mother also came today, dressed fashionably and looking very young.

Since the beginning of basketball class, her eyes have been switching between her son and Qian Quan.

Whether it was an illusion or the "what you can't get is the best" syndrome, she felt that Qian Quan had become handsome again, full of energy, vitality, and more outstanding temperament.

She secretly took a photo and sent it to her private sister group, crying: "Let me show my sisters the little puppy I didn't get. I really want to climb him!"

Someone quickly replied: "Not bad, a top-notch young man with a nice butt, no wonder he made Xinyi so horny."

Lin Xinyi: "To tell you the truth, when I'm having sex with other men, I have to think about how he looks in my mind..."

Lemon doesn’t understand the sweetness of watermelon: “I really don’t understand why you are interested in this little boy!

"Generally speaking, these little boys have the same problem. They are self-righteous. They only care about their own comfort and do not take into account the feelings of others. The questions are often simple. They ask back and forth in a few words, am I strong, am I fierce?

Are you happy or not... so childish!

"Let me tell you, the real best man is always between 35 and 45 years old, mature, considerate, and measured. It would be even more perfect if he was bald!"

Lin Xinyi: "Sister Yangyang, not everyone has your hobby."

Lemon doesn’t understand the sweetness of watermelon: “Forget it, you guys don’t understand it either, let’s talk about you little puppy.

"Actually, the problem is very simple. You used the wrong method. If you tell him 100,000 a month, he won't feel too strongly.

"In this Internet age, young people are exposed to more things and have a wider knowledge. In addition, they are young and energetic. Even if they only have one or two thousand yuan in their pocket, they will not take one million or two million in their eyes.

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"He pays attention to news and news worth hundreds of millions, and looks at luxury cars worth tens of millions. If you tell him 100,000 a month, he thinks you are insulting him."

Lin Xinyi: "What should we do?"

Lemon doesn't understand the sweetness of watermelon: "This is the difference between young people and adults. Adults, as long as they feel right, they can get a room and go to bed in minutes without any nonsense.

"But you can't be so direct when dealing with young people. You have to first take them to experience the flashy life of the upper class, take them to see the dazzling Vanity Fair, go to high-end places where people are drunk, and celebrity parties...

"After you have completely transformed his aesthetic taste and living habits, he will not be able to live without you and can only rely on you."

Lin Xinyi: "Big mistake, I took the innocent route, I used the 'you look like my first love' trick."

Lemon doesn't understand the sweetness of watermelon: "This trick is too crude. Try my trick later."

Lin Xinyi was about to reply when a class over there had ended.

The fire in Lin Xinyi's heart couldn't be extinguished, and she was still thinking about going to talk to Qian Quan, but she saw a young and beautiful girl walking towards Qian Quan and greeting Qian Quan warmly.

Qian Quan responded with a smile, and then the two of them went to talk. While they were chatting, the proprietress of the basketball training class and all the venues on the fifth floor actually walked over and started chatting with them.

The beautiful girl's eyebrows and eyes look very similar to that of the boss lady, so there is a high probability of a mother-daughter relationship.

Lin Xinyi's heart suddenly sank.

She understood. No wonder Qian Quan rejected her so decisively. It turned out that he was already famous and had a good reputation, and he was also such a white, rich and beautiful man.

Although she didn't know the landlady, she could roughly tell from her demeanor and dress that her family background was no worse than her own.

Apart from anything else, if you can rent out the entire fifth floor of the plaza for business, you can imagine how rich you are.

I was so frustrated that I didn’t even want to chat on WeChat anymore.

…

Qian Quan also didn't expect Zhao Baiyu to show up suddenly.

After saying hello, he asked, "Why are you here free?"

"I heard from my mother that you are a basketball coach here, so I came here to take a look and ask you for advice." Zhao Baiyu said.

"That's just right. I also want to hear the golden sound and jade vibration, and get a glimpse of the sixty-four hands."

While the two were talking, Zhao Baiyu's mother came over. When she heard that Qian Quan wanted to teach her daughter kung fu, she immediately took them to the gym that was not open to the public yet.

The gym equipment has been fully furnished, and only the final decoration work should be left, and it will be put into use soon.

"You guys talk here, I'll go look elsewhere." Huang Lingyan left consciously.

Qian Quan and Zhao Baiyu are not the kind of coy little boys and girls. They don't have the embarrassment of a man and a woman living together in the same room, and their mothers don't want to be light bulbs and deliberately walk away. Instead, they go straight to the point.

"You type it first and show it to me, and then I will help you." Qian Quan said.

"good."

Zhao Baiyu walked to the center of the room and performed a few moves to warm up, then his body suddenly froze.

Then the pace quickens, using the waist as the axis to drive the whole body, turning the body and moving the palms from slow to fast, and the faint sound of palm force breaks through the wind and reaches the ears.

The sound becomes more and more obvious, sometimes whirring, sometimes roaring like muffled thunder, sometimes as fast as the north wind on a cold night, sometimes as slow as the spring breeze blowing in the willows...

The sounds are connected to form a series of rhythmic resonances.

Listen to its sound and observe its shape.

Zhao Baiyu's palm movements no longer adhere to fixed movement specifications. Although he has not yet reached the state of Wudang Wang Zhenren's arbitrary style, he still has a free and easy momentum of his own.

After finishing the sixty-four palm strikes, Zhao Baiyu's face was rosy, his expression was full of energy, the aura around his body was flowing as if it were real, and the sound like gold and jade vibrations in the arena still lingered.

"It seems that you have basically crossed the second hurdle." Qian Quan said.

"Thanks to Master for your careful teaching and your timely guidance to me that day."

Qian Quan smiled slightly: "Let's join hands. I just want to try my latest advancement."

"good."

As the two spoke, they opened a suitable distance and stood facing each other.

Zhao Baiyu still put on his posture, Qian Quan naturally stood with his hands down, no longer observing her steps, looked at her levelly, and said: "Come on."

Zhao Baiyu was not polite and charged forward with both swords and palms.

call out--

call!

Qian Quan casually slapped her away without attacking, waiting for her second move.

Zhao Baiyu swept down with one palm, slashed with the other, and attacked Qian Quan with both palms.

Qian Quan grabbed her right wrist, gently pulled it away, and used her arm to block her palm.

Zhao Baiyu was shocked when he easily resolved two consecutive moves.

She was unstoppable when she had just completed her sixty-four moves. Although she knew in her heart that there was still a gap between herself and Qian Quan, compared to the last time they fought, the gap should have been narrowed by at least one section. She never thought that this time they would fight together and feel that the other party

More unfathomable.

The gap has become wider.

His kung fu is also improving?

The master said that once you have mastered kung fu to the level of Qian Quan, it will be even more difficult to make further progress. But looking at his current state, it seems that he has just broken a bottleneck.

"Why do you feel like you don't play Wing Chun anymore?" Zhao Baiyu asked his question.

"It's Wing Chun, but I made some necessary adjustments, and the basic principles of boxing remain the same." Qian Quan didn't hide his secrets. "Just like your set of sixty-four moves, when you reach the third level of practice, it's

After practicing the sound, go to the fourth level and make the sound again. Repeat this several times. When you want to be quiet, you will be quiet, and when you want to be loud, you will be loud. There is no need to remember the moves."

Zhao Baiyu listened with a serious look on his face and said, "Thank you for your advice."

After saying this, he attacked again.

Qian Quan gently turned his head away, closed his eyes, and used his skills to identify the position by listening to the sound and move against Zhao Baiyu.

Ignore her "tricks", but interrupt her rhythm and break the node of her golden voice.

Soon, Zhao Baiyu found it difficult to cope with it. He was overwhelmed and unable to resist.

"The sound of the palm wind can certainly confuse the opponent and enhance the momentum, but if the opponent hears the mystery and nodes of your transfer, it will expose a big flaw. This must be guarded against." Qian Quan said.

"Okay." Zhao Baiyu accepted.

Time flies.

The two competed in the gym for more than half an hour. When they came out, Zhao Baiyu realized that his clothes were soaked with sweat.

(End of chapter)