Dad, Please Try a Little Harder Chapter 15

  Chapter 15 Wing Chun, Qian Quan!

  After waking up the next day, Ding Linlang felt uneasy when he saw Qian Quan.

  However, it will soon return to normal.

   "Did you know that you were talking in your sleep last night?" Qian Quan told her what happened last night.

   "What, what sleep talk?" Ding Linlang was unusually nervous.

   "Just called my name, I asked you what's wrong, and you fell asleep again."

   "You must have heard wrong."

   "I shouted so clearly that I was taken aback."

   "You heard me wrong, I didn't shout."

   "Uh... okay." Qian Quan didn't bother arguing with her anymore.

   After breakfast, the two went to Lingyin Temple.

  Lingyin Temple was built in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, more than 1,600 years ago. Its most famous attraction is the Sansheng Stone, which is said to be very effective in seeking marriage.

  However, on the Internet, there is another rumor about it that is even more famous, that is, the notice about the recruitment of monks in Lingyin Temple, which was widely circulated because of the attractive treatment offered:

The monthly salary is 8,000, the eight-hour work system, food and housing are included, and overtime is subsidized by the hour for business trips. After working for three years, the salary rises to 14,000, and the salary can reach 30,000 if it can be promoted to the abbot. If you can tell fortunes, you can To draw a dividend, you only have to abstain from alcohol, **** and meat during working hours, and do not interfere with your private life during off-duty periods, and do not affect marriage and childbirth.

As for the requirements, a bachelor's degree is required, graduate students are preferred, and being able to recite the "Diamond Sutra" and "Lotus Sutra" is preferred. Considering that the Buddha is an Indian, English needs to pass CET-6 (you can't let the meritorious Buddha Tang Sanzang will translate it for you), during the internship period, it is required to take one of the seventy-two stunts, and two electives...

  This notice is well written and very deceptive. In fact, it is a scam. It advertises recruitment in different places pretending to be different temples, just to deceive the personal information of graduates.

   "What do you want to ask for in Lingyin Temple?"

  On the subway, there were a lot of people, Qian Quan guarded Ding Linlang in a corner, the two stood facing each other, their bodies were in contact, and their mood was inevitably a little strange.

  Actually, when they were singled out basketball before, they had more physical contact and more intense contact, but at that time, they were only thinking about passing the opponent, or overshadowing the opponent, and didn't think so much.

  At this moment, in this situation, in a different place, the atmosphere is a little subtle.

  Ding Linlang deliberately found a topic to ease the embarrassment.

"Go to worship Medicine Buddha first, and ask him to bless your family with safety and health, then worship Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and hope your university studies will go well, and finally worship Manjushri Bodhisattva, praying for a successful career and becoming the richest man in Mingzhu City in the future." Qian Quan I checked the strategy last night to make sure I didn't burn the wrong incense.

   "Do you still want to be the richest man?"

  Qian Quan smiled and said, "Who dreamed of being rich when he was young?"

  Ding Linlang smiled and nodded.

   "What about you, what are you asking for?" Qian Quan looked at the girl and asked.

   "Be the same as you, but I won't compete with you for the richest man, I just ask for financial freedom."

  Qian Quan smiled and said, "If I become the richest man, I will guarantee your financial freedom."

   "I hope you will do what you say." Ding Linlang smiled and exchanged glances with him.

  Both deliberately did not mention the Sansheng Stone.

  At this time, the subway decelerated suddenly, and the two of them pressed against each other in inertia, and then slowly separated quietly.

   "How many stops are there?"

  Qian Quan looked up at the road map.

  Ding Linlang looked down at his phone.

  "The left palm turns into a fist and rushes forward in a straight line according to the midline, with the tail pointing down. The right palm also turns into a fist and retracts to the midline of the chest at the same time, leaning on the left elbow, with the tail pointing down..."

  Because the summer vacation is coming to an end, Qian Wenlin practiced boxing very diligently during this time.

Wing Chun has a boxing formula of "the elbow is in the middle of the punch", so every punch must pay attention to the elbow always close to the center line, and use the elbow to push the punch in a straight line. When punching, each punch must be on the other side. Striking above the wrist, the hands often form a "closed state" to prevent the enemy from "trying to cut me in the middle".

   Today he practiced Japanese punching boxing, and he has gradually improved.

   Although the moves of Xiao Nim Tou are not complicated, they are the stage of laying the foundation. Only by practicing the combination of moves of each move of Xiao Nim Tou, can we further learn more advanced moves and enter the practice stage of actual combat.

  After practicing the left and right fists continuously for 300 rounds, retract the left fist to the side of the chest, and close the feet together to stand at attention.

   "If there are no accidents, I can completely master all the routines of Xiao Niandou today. It seems that the previous kung fu is not completely abolished."

  Qian Wenlin was in a good mood after punching.

   "The two children, Shitou and Linlang, didn't believe that I was a one-in-kind martial arts prodigy. When I came back, I surprised them."

  Take a short break, and then take another round of "a lot of hands".

   Waiting for Qian Wenlin to practice all the segmented routines, it was almost noon.

He breathed out lightly, and no longer needed to watch the video explanations and book instructions. He stood upright with his feet together, raised his hands to his chest, made a fist, with the center of the fist up, the back of the fist down, his knees slightly bent, and the soles of his feet on the ground facing left and right Separate, place the inner horoscope, open the two-character pliers sheep and horses...

   This series of actions are all completed coherently, without any pause in the middle.

Then there is the lower crossed plowing hands, the upper crossed hands, closed fists, Japanese punching fists... spread hands, folded hands, horizontal palms, straight palms, standard fingers, circle hands... left arm hand, left spread hand, left bottom palm... and then left and right The Japanese word punches, and finally stands at attention and closes the ceremony, and the work is over.

  Wing Chun, Siu Nim Tou, so far.

  Time advances one hour.

   After Qian Quan and Ding Linlang worshiped the Bodhisattva in Lingyin Temple, they took the No. 7 bus to the Southern Song Dynasty Imperial Street.

  When traveling to Hangzhou, West Lake is naturally the first choice to visit, followed by this street paved in the Southern Song Dynasty.

  About fifty minutes later, the two got off the bus at Sanyuanfang and walked towards their destination on foot. They didn't walk very far when they saw a chess stand on the side of the road.

  "In the endgame of the Southern Song Dynasty, black and red are optional, red moves first, 100 yuan per game, 300 for a win, 100 for a tie, 100 for a loss."

  A dozen people stood around the chess stand, all discussing and researching.

   "Go and see." Ding Linlang became curious.

  Qian Quan was also attracted by the words "Endgame of the Southern Song Dynasty", and walked over with Ding Linlang.

  The chess player is an old man in his sixties. There are three endgames on the ground in front of him. The challenger can choose one of them.

   "Do you believe that this game of red chess will win? I just need to discard the two rooks, and I can set up a series of cannons..."

  A strong young man pointed to one of the chess games and said.

   "How do you set up the serial cannon, you get off the cannon general, the black flying elephant, the black cannon will aim at your rear cannon." Another person said.

  Ding Linlang watched for a while, then whispered to Qian Quan: "I feel that the black side has the upper hand in that game, and the black side has a greater chance of winning."

  Qian Quan fell silent, and after a while, said: "The three games are all draws, if you can't win, let's go."

   "It's all draws? True or false, can't you win?"

  Qian Quan shook his head and said softly: "This is not an endgame, it's a scam."

   "Wait, I'll take a picture, go back and try."

  Qian Quan had recorded all the endgames of the three rounds, and was about to stop it when Ding Linlang took out his mobile phone.

   "Hey, what are you filming?"

  The strong onlooker saw Ding Linlang take out his mobile phone, and asked a question in a bad tone.

   "I'll take pictures of these three endgames, and I'll go back and study." Ding Linlang is a high school student after all, and he hasn't had much experience in the world.

  The strong young man met the other two onlookers, and the three surrounded Qian Quan and Ding Linlang.

   "What are you studying? If you are interested, you can pay for the challenge. If you don't dare to challenge, leave and don't make trouble."

   "That's right, this is the ancestral remnant handed down from the Southern Song Dynasty, intangible cultural heritage, what is it if you take it back to study? Delete it quickly!"

  Qian Quan had already seen that they were in the same group. He stood in front of Ding Linlang slightly and said, "We will delete it, and we will delete it for sure. You can continue to watch chess."

   "Delete it in front of us!" The strong young man's tone became severe.

   "Or if you pay for the next game, you can learn on the spot without deleting the photos." Another person said.

  Ding Linlang showed his phone: "I have already deleted it."

   As he said that, he pulled Qian Quan and was about to leave.

  Three people blocked them: "How do we know whether you deleted it, hid it, or sent it to someone else? Bring your phone and we'll check it."

   "Hand over the phone, or the next game, you choose." Another person sang the oboe.

  Qian Quan's expression also changed: "Are you sure you want to make a big fuss? This is one of the busiest areas in Hangzhou. When there will be noise, the police will arrive soon."

   "Don't talk nonsense, bring your phone here, we'll check it out and return it to you, people are working so hard here to play chess, and they don't force you to play, it's all voluntary, but you cheated by taking pictures, so what if the police come?"

Qian Quan thought to himself: "The chess game with the money itself is a scam, and now I have arranged for you to trick passers-by. This is obviously a very typical scam. When the police come, you have to enter the game. It seems to be a formal business. Like."

   "Let's pay him to play with him." Ding Linlang sensed that Qian Quan was on the verge of losing his temper, fearing that he would lose money, so he decided to spend 100 yuan to settle the matter.

  Qian Quan naturally understood Ding Linlang's intentions, but he also knew very well that as long as he handed over the 100 yuan, even if he played a draw, he would not be able to get it back.

  But if you don't promise them...

  He himself is fine, he is afraid that Ding Linlang will be hurt.

   While hesitating, a system prompt sounded in my mind:

  【Ding, the system detected that your father practiced Wing Chun Xiao Nim Tou has just completed, and rewards you as a master Wing Chun! 】

In the next moment, a large amount of information flowed into my mind, and thousands of figures were practicing martial arts in my mind, either empty-handed, or holding a eight-cut knife, or holding a six-and-half stick, or practicing alone, or splitting, and posing various actions , Xiaoniantou, Bridge-finding, Biaozhi, Wooden Dummy, Secret Skill of Chopping Knife, Technique of Carrying a Stick...

  Drill it over and over again, repeat it thousands of times, until the memory is deep and vivid.

At the same time, there is another strange force, which swims through his whole body like an earthworm charged with static electricity, causing him to feel itchy and numb all over his body, eight channels, muscles, skin, and flesh, as if accumulated Infinite power, I really want to try my best to vent it.

  It feels like—

   He can hit ten now!

  (end of this chapter)

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