Dad, please try harder

Chapter 68: Dao Wushuang shoots, Qian Quan destroys Iai with a chopstick!

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 68: Dao Wushuang shoots, Qian Quan destroys Iai with a chopstick!

Ever since the meal that a colleague treated with royalties, a secret rivalry quietly began among Qian Wenlin's colleagues.

"Everyone teaches Chinese. You can pass the manuscript just by writing. This kind of free extra money is not worth it if you don't make it..."

The words of the colleague who spoke the truth while drunk are deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

The underlying logic of this sentence is that if you can't just write and pass the manuscript, you are not qualified to teach Chinese.

It's so hurtful.

This is no longer a matter of making extra money, this is a matter of proving professionalism!

Therefore, Qian Wenlin and other Chinese teachers who had not published articles secretly began to write and submit articles.

But in fact, there is no necessary connection between teaching Chinese and writing. Chinese teachers do not have to be writers, and writers may not be good Chinese teachers.

If you ask those writers to do reading comprehension of their own works, they may not be able to get high scores, and they may even get the wrong answer to "What does the writer want to express in this passage?"

Therefore, everyone's submissions either go to waste or receive frequent rejection emails.

It is impossible to say that I am not feeling guilty and frustrated at all.

Fortunately, hard work paid off. After many studies, explorations, and accumulations, Qian Wenlin finally achieved the desired results.

"Hello Mr. Lin Wen, I have submitted the manuscript to the editor-in-chief and am currently waiting in line for the editor-in-chief to review and finalize it. The results will be available within three working days and I will contact you then."

"Lin Wen" is Qian Wenlin's pseudonym for submitting manuscripts. He learned about the submission process online and looked at other people's responses. As long as the editor approves and reminds him to make changes, 99% of the manuscript will be passed.

Although I was inevitably anxious to publish the article as soon as possible and get royalties to entertain guests, my heart finally settled down.

Our old man has proven himself.

Finally, he asked the editor with a try attitude: "Can the title of the novel be changed to "Porcelain Wedding" or "20 Years of Marriage"?"

Editor: "No, this is pretty good now."

Qian Wenlin: "Okay."

…

"I've been married for almost five years, and you don't even have a girlfriend now. It doesn't make sense, right? You just don't care about the company, but you want me to continue the family lineage alone?"

In a hotel in Beijing, Zhang Xiang'er was lying on the bed in his pajamas. A tall, thin young man wearing glasses stood at the bedside and complained about him. It was Zhang Xianxue, the general manager of Shanshi Group and Zhang Xiang'er's eldest brother.

"Brother, how many times have I told you that I want to remain a child and practice martial arts, and it is not suitable to get married for the time being. This is what Mr. Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of our sect, has said long ago, and I have video data to prove it."

"Then what does that girl who just left your room do?"

“We shared the same bed together. This is a shared hotel and we happened to book the same bed.”

"What about that one?" Zhang Xianxue pointed to the small blue paper box on the bedside table.

"Haha, yes, this is what I call the magic weapon to maintain the virgin body. As long as I have its protection, I can always maintain the virgin body."

"Is this what Zhang Sanfeng said? As long as you wear a condom, your virginity is not lost?"

Zhang Xianxue's expression had reached the point of being intolerable, "Xiao Xiang, do you think I'm an idiot? Does it make sense for you to get into this bug with me?"

Zhang Xiang'er saw that his eldest brother's expression had changed and he stopped adding fuel to the fire and smiled.

"Actually, according to dad's wishes, I don't need to talk nonsense with you today. I will just pull you off the bed and kick you."

"But brother, you can't beat me." Zhang Xiang'er said weakly.

Zhang Xianxue laughed loudly: "Yes, I can't beat you. I forgot that you are a master of martial arts, a great master. You know Tai Chi. So, you come and beat me!"

As Zhang Xianxue spoke, he walked to the head of the bed, stretched his head in front of Zhang Xiang'er, and pointed at his own head: "Hit me here, use Tai Chi, and hit her hard."

"Brother, brother, brother... I was wrong, I was wrong..." Zhang Xiang'er quickly surrendered.

Even though he was already a martial arts master, Zhang Xiang'er still felt guilty when faced with that kind of natural bloodline suppression.

Zhang Xianxue stood up straight and began to type: "To be honest, Xiao Xiang, I really hope you can knock me down with one punch. In this case, I don't have to worry about the company, and I don't have to ask about family matters.

"I have nothing to do with the exchange of favors, greetings and send-offs. I can also travel all over the world, eat delicious food, and see beautiful women..."

Zhang Xiang'er interrupted: "Looking at the beauty?"

"Look at your sister-in-law, what's wrong?"

"fine."

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you. Now I'll give you two choices: one is to come to work in the company; the other is to marry Hu Xiaoru. Choose one."

"Hey brother, that's not what we said before. My competition is not over yet."

"Do you think I will join in the trouble? Even in the martial arts competition, you have already lost two games. I am giving you a way out now, so that you don't have to get married and go to work."

"That won't work, brother. No matter what, I have to win that little Japanese game. Otherwise, how can I see the master?"

"You want to go up by yourself?"

Zhang Xiang'er shook his head: "No, I still have a trump card that I can't use. I'll go to Zhonghai today and invite him here to teach that little Japanese a lesson."

"Then get up quickly and I'll arrange a flight to pick you up. If you still play tricks this time, you'll be responsible for the consequences."

"receive!"

…

Afternoon, Maritime Normal University.

After class, Qian Quan and his roommates were walking to the dormitory when a familiar figure stopped him.

Zhao Baiyu.

Qian Quan walked over under the complicated gaze of his roommate.

"Hi." Qian Quan greeted.

Zhao Baiyu smiled and said: "Sorry for the sudden attack. The main reason is that I didn't have a chance to talk to you alone yesterday, so I took the liberty to visit you."

"It's okay. I just finished class. What can I do?"

"No, I just want to thank you in person and give you a small gift." Zhao Baiyu said and took out a red butterfly knife.

Qian Quan originally wanted to say that your father had already thanked me, but when he saw it was a butterfly knife, he took it.

"This knife is very unique." Qian Quan is proficient in the Eight-Zhan Dao and can use this short weapon easily.

"My dad asked someone to customize these for me. There are two in total."

"It also feels very good." Qian Quan praised, "Then I would be disrespectful."

"Yeah." Zhao Baiyu nodded, "In addition, I have something else to ask for, and I don't know if you can agree to it."

"you say."

"If I have time in the future, can I ask you to teach me kung fu?"

"sure."

"OK, thanks."

"You're welcome, we are destined to be together, and we are half fellow villagers."

"Yeah." Seeing Qian Quan agree, Zhao Baiyu smiled.

After giving the gift, thanking him, and saying a few more words, Zhao Baiyu left.

Qian Quan went back to the dormitory to put away his things, and then went to find Bai Yunzhi. Today he was going to shoot a video of a weapons battle.

Qian Quan's eight-cutting sword versus Bai Yuanzhi's Tai Chi sword.

"Uncle Junior Master came here today and said he would take you to the capital to compete with Ichiro Shimizu."

Before the official filming, Bai Yuanzhi told Qian Quan the news.

"He also sent me a message."

"Speaking of that Iai Slayer, have you ever known about it before?"

"No, just go back and search online to find out what happened."

"...It sounds like this preparation is a bit hasty."

Qian Quan smiled and said: "It's not rash. Don't watch real videos to popularize science. Search the Internet for relevant movies and TV series, and then evaluate whether you can win the leading actor in it.

"For example, if I can win against Zatoichi, am I still worried about not being able to win against Ichiro Shimizu?"

"You, are you sure you can win Zatoichi?" Bai Yuanzhi has actually seen the movie about it.

"It's hard to say, and I've never fought before." Qian Quan said in an understatement, as if if there was a real fight, he would have a chance to win.

"..."

Bai Yuanzhi was really shocked. If someone else had said this, even if it was her junior uncle, she would have felt that the other person was bragging. But when Qian Quan said this, his credibility was very high.

It's too weird for a real person to compete with a fictional god-level swordsman in strength, even weirder than whether Lu Bu can defeat Qiao Feng.

"Literary and artistic works come from life and are higher than life. The same is true for the setting of force. If we predict the opponent in advance, we will suffer a lot less when fighting."

"That's not the point..." Bai Yunzhi complained silently, and then said, "Can I see your eight-cut sword technique first?"

"Of course," Qian Quan looked around and found a pen on the table. He walked over and picked it up, "I'll use this pen as a knife and demonstrate it to you."

"What?" Bai Yuanzhi was confused.

"You attack me with a sword, and I will use a pen as a sword to break your sword."

"That won't work, this is too..." Bai Yunzhi refused.

Qian Quan said: "The Eight-Zhan Sword is not the name of the sword, but the skill of the sword. There are both double swords and single swords. Once you practice to a certain level, it doesn't matter whether you have a sword in your hand or not. All kinds of utensils or palm knives in life can be used."

It can be used as an eight-cut sword.

"If you think about it this way, when you play table tennis with Zhang Yining, what's the difference between her holding a racket and holding a shoe sole?"

"Hey you..." Bai Yunzhi choked on her throat.

Qian Quan hurriedly smiled and explained: "Sister, I am really not sarcastic. The Ba Zhan Dao follows the rules of Yong Zi Ba Fa, which is why it is called Ba Zhan Dao. It is just for discussion and demonstration that the pen is the most suitable."

"All right……"

The two put on protective clothing.

Bai Yunzhi held the long sword, and Qian Quan held the pen.

Confronted for a moment.

Brush~

Bai Yuanzhi stabbed out with a sword.

Qian Quan avoided it and slashed towards the sword body with the pen.

when!

Bai Yuanzhi almost lost her hand with her long sword. She turned her wrist to hold the sword like a flower, and heard another "dang" sound, and Qian Quan's pen mark was pierced on the sword.

Bai Yuanzhi lost control of her sword again.

The competition is actually over now.

Weapon competition is different from boxing and kicking. If you can't fight, a missed move will be fatal.

Wing Chun teaches that "the sword never strikes twice, and the stick never rings twice." The most straightforward understanding is that in a sword and stick competition, one move determines the outcome. One move hits the vital point, and there is no room for a second move.

"In fact, many little-known body shapes, footwork, boxing principles and moves of Wing Chun are summarized in the Eight-Zhan Sword Technique. Among them, the most exquisite thing about the Eight-Zhan Knife Technique is its positioning."

Qian Quan put away his pen and started popularizing science.

Bai Yunzhi has already realized that the gap between her swordsmanship and Qian Quan's swordsmanship may be greater than the gap between her and Zhang Yining's table tennis skills, so she stopped competing and started recording the video.

At least during the video shooting process, she could lead the process and control the money and power throughout the process.

After the footage for a video was finished and the two were discussing how to edit it, Zhang Xiang'er called.

"Second brother, I'm at your school."

Qian Quan shared a seat.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Xiang'er appeared wearing sunglasses and a shaved beard.

After meeting, he first gave Qian Quan a big hug, and then asked: "Have you finished shooting the video?"

"right."

"Hey, I missed it. Give me two more shots. Come on, brother, let's pretend to make a few gestures."

"Today's photo shoot is about weapons science, let's do it next time." Bai Yunzhi said helplessly.

"Do you want to learn about weapons? Wing Chun Eight Cutting Swords? Let me take a look."

Bai Yunzhi played the video footage to Zhang Xiang'er.

Qian Quan in the video is still responsible for the trick, and there is nothing unnatural about it.

Zhang Xiang'er touched his chin, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Xiaobai, second brother, from now on the three of us will still be on our own terms. You two will still be seniors and juniors. Don't change your seniority."

"We haven't changed at all." Bai Yunzhi said.

"That's good. In this case, if you want to be together in the future, you don't have to worry."

"Uncle Junior!" Bai Yunzhi's face suddenly turned red to the roots of her ears.

Qian Quan shook his head helplessly

"See for yourselves, how well you two work together. It's a perfect match. Didn't you feel it when you were filming the video?"

Bai Yuanzhi was too lazy to pay attention to him and turned off the video with a blushing face.

"Stop talking nonsense, just say one more thing, go and have a sword fight with Shimizu Ichiro yourself." Qian Quan stopped him.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore." Zhang Xiang'er took out his mobile phone and said, "Let me show you the first two battles. This little Japanese has something good. They can solve the battle within two moves."

Qian Quan took the phone, looked at it carefully, then returned the phone to Zhang Xiang'er and asked: "When should I call him? Where should I call?"

"The location is in the capital, and we will decide the time."

"Then let's do it tonight. It happens to be the weekend tomorrow and I will go to the capital for a trip."

"Don't you need to get ready?"

"Need not."

"Okay, I'll make an appointment with them."

Zhang Xiang'er was immediately confident when he saw that Qian Quan had the winning ticket.

He didn't know who he called. After talking on the phone, he said to Qian Quan: "8 o'clock in the evening, the Fifth Ring Kendo Hall."

"no problem."

"Then let's go, dinner is ready on the plane." Zhang Xiang'er said, looking at Bai Yunzhi, "Xiaobai, do you want to come with us?"

Of course Bai Yunzhi wanted to see a competition of this level, but she was also worried that her junior uncle would make a joke on her and Qian Quan.

"Let's come together." Zhang Xiang'er invited again, "Don't worry, I will never mention it again..."

Bai Yuanzhi nodded in agreement.

The three of them went to the airport together and took Zhang Xiang'er's family's private plane to fly to the capital.

This was Qian Quan's first time taking a private plane. How should I put it, it reminded him of an interview with a super rich man.

The reporter asked the rich: "Are you happy being a super rich person?"

The rich man smiled and said: "It will definitely be happier than being super poor."

On the plane, Zhang Xiang'er asked the flight attendant to prepare dinner.

When Qian Quan saw the stainless steel chopsticks in the dinner tableware, he paused and then smiled inexplicably.

At 7 o'clock, the plane landed at Beijing Airport.

At 7:45, Qian Quan, Bai Yunzhi and Zhang Xiang'er rushed to the Fifth Wheel Kendo Hall.

Ichiro Shimizu arrived early. He was sitting on a futon, meditating with his eyes closed. He seemed to be contemplating the idea of ​​a sword. There was a blue-black Iai sword placed quietly beside him.

Unmoving and unshakable, the body is like a huge rock. One person and one sword are like one body.

At 7:55, Shimizu Ichiro opened his eyes.

At 7:58, Shimizu Ichiro and Qian Quan put on protective clothing.

At 8 o'clock, Shimizu Ichiro and Qian Quan walked to the center of the kendo hall.

At the same time, all the guests sat down one by one, nervous and looking forward to the next competition.

"Where is your knife?" Ichiro Shimizu spoke fluent Chinese.

Qian Quan flipped his right hand, and a stainless steel chopstick appeared in front of everyone.

There was an uproar at the scene.

"What do you mean?" Shimizu Ichiro asked.

"If you win my chopsticks, I will switch to the knife."

As soon as he finished speaking, a jabbering Japanese voice suddenly sounded on the scene. It was a Japanese on the sidelines who was reminding Ichiro Shimizu something.

"He said you were using psychological tactics." Zhang Xiang'er translated at the same time.

Qian Quan smiled and said nothing.

"Okay, I promise you." Shimizu Ichiro said.

At 8:02, the competition begins.

Shimizu Ichiro squatted down diagonally, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the handle of the knife in his right hand, staring at Qian Quan with his eyes like a hawk.

Iai Slash emphasizes drawing the sword instantly to defeat the enemy, killing with one blow. The drawing of the sword needs to be coordinated with the scabbard.

Because there is a small mechanism at the sheath of the Iai sword, the swordsman makes a small pushing movement with his left hand before drawing the sword. This movement is called "Koiguchi". This movement is combined with the movement of swinging the sword.

When combined, simply drawing the sword will turn into flicking the sword.

In addition, when the swordsman draws the sword, his left hand will pull the scabbard back at the same time, which can not only allow the knife to be quickly drawn out, but also create a resistance between the scabbard and the blade, so that the blade begins to accelerate the moment it is withdrawn.

Go forward, not forward at a constant speed.

The specific principle can be referred to playing watermelon. Before playing the watermelon, you must first clasp the middle finger with your thumb and then pop it out.

Qian Quan held chopsticks in his right hand and also observed Shimizu Ichiro's footwork.

At 8:04, Shimizu Ichiro moved like fire and jumped forward suddenly. Almost at the same time, the long sword was unsheathed like lightning and swung towards Qian Quan.

Qian Quan didn't move, twisted his body to avoid the blade, and at the same time, he changed the chopsticks from his right hand to his left hand from behind, swung them diagonally upwards from down, and slammed the blade against the ground.

When~

A heart-shaking voice sounded.

Ichiro Shimizu's sword fell, and his body was slightly tilted forward by the force of the sword.

The next moment, Qian Quan's chopsticks stopped strangely at his throat.

The whole place was silent.

"Okay!!!" Zhang Xiang'er was the first to shout.

Then the place became noisy.

At 8:05, the competition ended.

Qian Quan, Zhang Xiang'er and Bai Yunzhi left the Five Wheels Kendo Hall.

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