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    "What are you talking about? Wan Rong taught you? He knows nothing. You believe his nonsense." After Chen Laoshi was surprised, he found that there was something wrong with Chen Zairong's right hand, and he couldn't help scolding him.  In his impression, Chen Wanrong still regarded the current Chen Wanrong as the old and rough Chen Wanrong. It was not only difficult for him to believe that Chen Wanrong understood the principles of martial arts, it was very difficult.

    What Chen Wanrong was talking about was Brother Long's fighting theory, which is very popular in modern society. He actually dismissed it as worthless. Before he could argue, Chen Zairong defended him: "Dad, don't talk nonsense. Brother said  It makes sense. Dad, you see, I stabbed the sword so deeply into the wood, and then I punched the wooden stake and it flew over there. This was something I never dared to think about before."

    Looking at the broken sword on the ground, Chen Laoshi felt distressed again: "You have no sword, but you still speak for him. Your sword was given to you by Zhang Blacksmith after you helped him work for a few days. You have no sword."  , how are you still practicing your sword? It¡¯s all your fault, don¡¯t talk nonsense in the future.¡± The last words were directed at Chen Wanrong.

    Chen Wanrong knew that he had not understood what Chen Zairong meant, so he explained to him: "Dad, Zairong means that the force of his sword is much greater than before, which means that the method I mentioned is effective."

    Chen Laoshi opened his mouth and was about to say shit. Chen Zairong nodded in agreement with Chen Wanrong's words: "Dad, you still don't understand? The sword was broken, which shows that I am very powerful. Dad, do you want to  For a moment, if my sword was not pierced on a wooden stake, but on a person, it would definitely be fatal with one strike. This is a good thing, dad, you are still saying, brother, you don¡¯t understand martial arts, so don¡¯t talk nonsense."

    Chen Wangshi reacted faster than Chen Laoshi, and warned: "Zairong, you are so strong, you have to be more careful in the future, so as not to get into trouble." He rolled his eyes at Chen Laoshi, who was about to speak, and then Chen Laoshi shut up.  .

    "Wanrong, how long have you known martial arts?" Chen Wang was a little unbelievable, looking at Chen Wanrong, it was still the familiar face, there was no difference except that it showed shrewdness.

    Chen Wanrong smiled slightly: "Mom, I don't know anything about martial arts. I think a sharp knife is better than a dull knife because the power is concentrated on the tip of the knife. Martial arts training is similar to this. You have to concentrate your power to use it.  power."

    "You can't tell her that this is Brother Long's fighting theory. Use a vivid metaphor to catch someone off guard. Well-intentioned deception is a good choice to solve the problem.

    "A sharp knife is easier to use than a blunt knife, and you still have to say that? Who doesn't know?" Chen Laoshi dismissed Chen Wanrong's metaphor. It was very difficult for him to believe in Chen Wanrong's Mingxiao fighting theory.

    ?? Mrs. Chen Wang immediately defended Chen Wanrong: "You know, why didn't you instruct Zaorong to punch a hole in the wooden stake? You know you are smarter afterward. Go and wash your face and eat."

    "I'm too lazy to tell you." Chen Laoshi held up his pants and went to the toilet based on the principle that he couldn't afford to offend and could hide.

    Chen Zairong stood with his feet spread apart, his right hand clenched into a fist: "I'll try again."

    "Don't try, your hands are swollen." Chen Wanrong reminded Chen Zairong.

    Only then did Chen Zairong notice his fist, which was swollen like a bun. He shook his hand, bared his teeth, and endured the pain: "Strange thing, they are all the same wooden stakes. Why did the one I hit fly so far?  Hit this one but it doesn¡¯t move at all?¡±

    When he said that, Chen Wanrong also felt strange. He walked over and picked up the wooden stake that was flying far away and took a look, and he suddenly understood the reason.  He came back with the wooden stake in his arms and pointed at the wooden stake to explain to Chen Zairong: "Did you see it? This wooden stake was almost broken. You stabbed it several times in a row, and the fracture surface became larger. In the end, you punched it and it flew away."  And this one is intact, but if you punch it with too much force and the force of the shock is too great, your hand will be injured.¡±

    "Is that so?" Chen Zairong understood the whole story and was very frustrated: "I'm so useless, I can't even drive a wooden stake."

    "These wooden stakes were used by Chen Zairong for martial arts training. There were about ten wooden stakes planted. They were as thick as the mouth of a bowl. If they could be interrupted by a punch, it would not be real life and could only exist in bragging martial arts novels.  It would be good if one punch could break an inch thick wooden board. Chen Zairong's words were full of fantasy.

    Chen Wanrong comforted him: "Zairong, you should be satisfied that you can have such power in one punch. Martial arts training is accumulated over time, not overnight."

    Chen Wanrong just mentioned Brother Long's fighting theory casually. Chen Zairong was able to understand something in such a short period of time. Although it was not much, it already showed his extraordinary talent. It was very remarkable. In time, he will definitely become a  Great master.

    Chen Zairong¡¯s knot in his heart still hasn¡¯t been resolved: ¡°But I¡¯m still useless.¡±

    "If you have to work hard, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle." Chen Wanrong quoted Li Bai's allusion to enlighten him.

    "An iron pestle is ground into a needle? Brother, what does that mean??  "Chen Zairong didn't understand. In the second year of Jingyun, Li Bai was only in his teens and his reputation was unknown. The allusion about grinding an iron pestle into a needle had not yet spread, so Chen Zairong didn't understand.

    This allusion is well known, and Chen Wanrong quoted it casually. After hearing what he said, he realized that he was a little ahead of his time, and explained it to him in another way: "It means that as long as you are willing to work hard and grind the iron pestle on the stone,  Grind it a little today, grind it a little tomorrow, and one day you will grind it into a needle.¡±

    Chen Zairong's understanding ability was superior to others. He understood it while Wang Chen was still rolling his eyes, and he was very happy: "Brother, what you said makes sense. The most important thing in practicing martial arts is persistence. Over time, your skills will become deeper and deeper. Brother, I understand."  ,Thank you."

    Although civil and military affairs have different paths, they adhere to this principle in common. Chen Wanrong admired his understanding very much.

    Mrs. Chen Wang also understood: "Wanrong, what you said is really reasonable and easy to understand. I understand it all. Zairong, listen to your brother and stick to it."

    "Yes, mother!" Chen Zairong nodded in agreement.

    "Wan Rong, please rub your hands for Zai Rong, and I'll serve the food. It'll be noon if you don't eat." Chen Wang looked at the sky and urged.  The country people's breakfast is not early, but this time, it is even later.

    "How can a person wander around the world without being stabbed? Who among the martial arts practitioners is not injured?"  This healing medicine is a must. Chen Wanrong put down the basin, went into the house with a bowl, scooped out some medicinal wine from the jar, and sat by the stove to rub Chen Zairong's hands.

    Chen Wanrong used very little force, but the injury was still very painful. Chen Wanrong gritted his teeth and endured it without making a sound.  By the time he finished rubbing it, Chen Zairong was already sweating profusely. Chen Wanrong admired his toughness of "scraping bones to cure poison".  With this injury, Chen Zairong will not be able to practice martial arts again unless he rests for a few days.

    "Are you ready? It's time to eat." Mrs. Chen Wang put the food on the table and urged her to get up.

    After Chen Laoshi washed his face, he pulled Chen Zairong and checked his injuries. He was relieved when he saw that nothing was serious. He still glared at Chen Wanrong, and then he sat down with a groan.

    Which father doesn¡¯t feel sorry for his children?  Chen Laoshi showed his true feelings, and Chen Wanrong didn't care at all. This kind of fatherly sentiment made people feel warm. He picked up a steamed bun and handed it to Chen Laoshi: "Dad, here it is."

    "I don't want it!" Chen Laoshi said angrily, but he stretched out his right hand to take the bun, and the anger on his face had dissipated a lot.

    Chen Zairong picked up a steamed bun and handed it to Chen Wang: "Mom, you are tired, eat a steamed bun."

    "Child, look at what you said, why are you tired?" Mrs. Chen Wang smiled so hard that there was only a small slit left in her eyes. These words were not spoken, but sung, and she took it.

    Chen Wanrong was about to get the steamed buns when Chen Zairong had already picked one up and handed it to him: "Brother, here it is."

    "I'll do it myself." Chen Wanrong imitated Chen Laoshi's words and took it.

    Although steamed buns, pickles, and porridge are very light, the family reunites to eat together, and the atmosphere is harmonious and warm.

    After breakfast, Chen Wanrong and Chen Zairong helped clear away the dishes.  Chen Laoshi was carrying a bowl of water and was about to leave the room to rinse his mouth. As soon as he left the room, he heard a surprised voice: "Hey, Boss Li, what brought this distinguished guest like you here?"

    Li Qingquan's friendly voice came from afar: "Good morning, Mr. Chen. You are serious. Wherever we are distinguished guests, they are all fellow villagers. Come and visit us."

    "Boss Li, what is he doing here?" Chen Wang, who was cleaning up the pots and pans with Chen Wanrong, asked softly.

    Chen Laoshi helped her with the question: "Boss Li, please have a seat in your room. Boss Li, do you want another bucket? The price of my bucket has been raised today. It costs one hundred and twenty coins. It's less."  Don¡¯t do it.¡±

    The original price of one hundred and twenty cents was reduced to eighty cents by Li Qingquan. If Chen Wanrong hadn't raised the price back again, how could he have said this?  He said this with confidence, as if he had raised the barrel price back.

    "Mr. Chen, I still have enough buckets for now. I'm here to find Wanrong." Li Qingquan's answer disappointed him.

    "Are you looking for Wanrong? Is he causing trouble?" Chen Laoshi was very confused. Subconsciously he regarded Chen Wanrong as the Chen Wanrong before. He thought how could such a dull person Li Qingquan come to him, unless he caused trouble?  .

    Li Qingquan¡¯s friendly laughter sounded again, full of admiration: ¡°Mr. Chen, look at what you said, Wan Rong is such a smart person, how can he cause trouble?¡±

    Mrs. Chen Wang was also confused and asked softly: "Wanrong, what does Boss Li want from you?" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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