Dad, please try harder

Chapter 105 Mr. Wang: It hurts your self-esteem too much!

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 105 Mr. Wang: It hurts your self-esteem too much!

Ever since Master Wang Dashun learned that Qian Quan had broken Igarashi Yugiri's arm at the risk of further injury in order to fulfill his wish, he has been thinking about ways to heal his injuries.

Let’s not talk about the dragon spirit, tiger spirit, and wine. It was originally a backup.

He now wants to refine a more efficient method of self-recuperation and recovery for Qian Quan's injuries.

"Wudang Small Circulation Gong" has this effect, but this set of static exercises requires long-term practice to slowly take effect.

Its improvement and restoration of people is systematic and holistic, and cannot be done quickly or hastily.

Unless Qian Quan can practice this set of kung fu to perfection all at once.

But how is that possible? After decades of practice, I have barely mastered Kung Fu, and I still dare not say that I am perfect.

Therefore, he spent several days concentrating and refining all the healing methods and techniques he had mastered, cutting out the complex and simplifying it, and formed a set of simple and targeted new methods of "regulating breath and entraining qi".

Paired with "Small Circulation Gong" and practiced every day, the recovery time can be greatly improved.

Maybe in just a year and a half, Qian Quan will be able to stand in front of the world in full force again.

With this mood, Wang Zhenren and Zhang Xiang'er came to the Naval Normal University to visit Qian Quan.

However……

When he took Qian Quan's pulse, he felt like he was witnessing a miracle.

Qian Quan's pulse is neither sinking nor floating, neither big nor small, rhythmic, fluent and strong. Is there any sign of injury?

Looking at his complexion again, he was full of energy, full of energy, and his eyes were warm and crystal clear. How could there be any sign of lingering internal injuries?

"Did the real person not make a mistake? Have I really recovered?" Qian Quan himself also wanted to confirm from a professional perspective.

"The pulse condition is indeed fine. How do you feel?" Wang Zhenren began to doubt his own medical skills.

"I feel... pretty good. I feel refreshed and can continue to beat little Japan."

"Really or not, you?"

Zhang Xiang'er has been put aside for a long time. He desperately hopes that Qian Quan can be restored as soon as possible, but——

He saw with his own eyes that Igarashi Yugiri tapped that finger on his chest with all his strength. How long has it been since? Do you think you have recovered?

"If you don't believe it, have we ever fought before?" Qian Quan said with a smile.

"That's exactly what I meant!" Zhang Xiang'er was eager to verify the truth of Qian Quan's words, and immediately agreed, "However, I won't fight you for real. Just give it a try and we'll see."

"Okay." Qian Quan agreed.

As they spoke, the two immediately set up their positions, slowly stretched out their right hands, and put them together as if they were touching but not touching the ground.

"It's coming." Zhang Xiang'er reminded.

After the words fell, he began to exert his strength.

Then he found that all the force he exerted to push forward was in vain, not a single bit could affect Qian Quan's hands, like a mud cow sinking into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed a soft force pulling his arm down. When he was about to exert force, the other party pushed his arm aside and took his arm away again.

After only two rounds of secret competition, Qian Quan had already taken the initiative.

The problem is, they are playing Tai Chi Push Hands, which is their main talent.

Even though I was worried about Qian Quan's injury at the beginning and took the initiative to remind him, this was not the trend.

The frustration aroused Zhang Xiang'er's competitive spirit. He turned his body slightly, moved his center downwards, and suddenly strengthened his arms to compete with money and power with strength.

Qian Quan's arm stopped, neither throwing it away nor pushing it back, neither loosening nor tightening it, and used force to fight him.

Zhang Xiang'er turned his passivity into initiative and started to attack, but as long as he advanced, Qian Quan would either attack or lead him with the same frequency and force, maintaining a relative balance and not competing head-on with him.

This made it impossible for him to find the point of exertion, just like fighting a movable roly-poly.

Zhang Xiang'er moved his horse and changed his body shape.

Qian Quan moved his horse and changed his body shape.

It still maintains the same strength, amplitude and frequency as Zhang Xiang'er.

From a distance, the two of them didn't look like they were pushing hands, but rather like they were dancing a very new dance.

The more Zhang Xiang'er pushed, the more frightened he became. First, he was surprised that Qian Quan's state really didn't look like he was injured;

Secondly, I was surprised that the opponent's feeling and control of strength were so exquisite that even subtle changes could not be escaped.

his perception.

Therefore, no matter how hard he exerts or withdraws his strength, he can always keep up.

Judging from this alone, I have fallen behind.

At this moment, an old, rough, wrinkled big hand silently pressed the two people's hands, squeezed and flicked, and pushed Zhang Xiang'er away.

The old Taoist priest Wang Dashun personally tried his hand at money power.

Qian Quan squatted down slightly, planted his feet firmly on the horse, stopped using his footwork, and transformed into a real roly-poly.

The old Taoist priest had a natural smile on his face, his hands and Qian Quan's hands were intertwined, like an embrace or a seal, you came and I went.

The bodies of the two people swayed back and forth, like two strong grass swaying in the wind.

No one can push anyone down, and no one can suppress anyone.

Zhang Xianger, on the other hand, was completely stunned.

What level of money and power do you have, do you dare to follow the master's example and use virtual reality to control reality, so that you can achieve your goals?

Wang Dashun and Qian Quan pushed and pushed each other for a long time, but no one could win.

"Hahaha, little friend Qian Quan, how about we call it a draw?"

The old Taoist priest was in a good mood and laughed heartily.

"That's what I meant." Qian Quan said.

The two stopped there.

"Tell me, how did all this happen?" the old Taoist priest asked curiously.

“I drink tea every day, practice martial arts non-stop, and communicate with my father when I encounter problems.

"Unexpectedly, a sudden inspiration came to my mind today, and I suddenly became enlightened. It was as if an unknown breath surged out from somewhere in my body and penetrated my whole body. The pain and fatigue in my body were swept away.

"I feel my breathing is brisk, my whole body feels at ease, and the problem of my injury is easily solved."

"The scientific name is 'Xiantian Yiqi'." The old Taoist priest's eyes sparkled as he listened to Qian Quan's story, "I now understand why you have practiced kung fu to such a high level at such a young age.

"Even I have never seen more than two people with this kind of talent and understanding in my life."

"Master, is the other person you are talking about me?" Zhang Xiang'er asked carefully.

"no."

"Understood." Zhang Xiang'er was disappointed.

"Since you have recovered, little friend Qian Quan, I won't stay here for a long time. I will return to Wudang." The old Taoist priest said simply.

"You're already here, let's have a meal before leaving." Qian Quan said hurriedly.

"No need, it's best to keep things simple and simple when interacting with others. Don't cause more trouble than necessary."

The old Taoist priest's tone was free and easy, and he left as soon as he said it. He didn't even mention the carefully prepared healing strategy.

Zhang Xiang'er remembered something, and asked Qian Quan before leaving: "What about my second brother, the Sino-Japanese martial arts competition?"

"I will participate." Qian Quan said.

"Well," Zhang Xiang'er nodded happily, "give them a little more shock of Chinese martial arts."

Qian Quan smiled and waved.

"how do you feel?"

On the way to the station, Wang Dashun asked Zhang Xiang'er.

"Does money have power?"

"Um."

Zhang Xiang'er pondered for a moment and said, "Not bad."

Wang Dashun smiled slightly and said, "Master just lied."

"What?"

"When I say that he has such a talent, I have never seen more than two people in my life. It's actually a play on words. I have lived for more than a hundred years, and I have never seen another monster like him!

"

"Ah?" Zhang Xiang'er was shocked by the master's foul language.

"The "Wudang Small Circuit Kung Fu" took less than two months to practice. Even if you have Wing Chun skills, it goes against common sense.

"To tell you the truth, the reason why I want to return to Wudang quickly is not because the friendship between gentlemen is like water, but because being with him hurts my self-esteem too much!

“It’s exciting and surprising, but also hurts my self-esteem.”

"Master..." Zhang Xiang'er sighed softly, "I understand how you feel."

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