MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder-Chapter 68 The sword is unparalleled, and the money and the chopsticks are broken!

  Chapter 68 The sword is unparalleled, and the money and power are broken!

  Ever since eating the meal that colleagues paid for their manuscripts, a secret rivalry quietly started between Qian Wenlin's colleagues.

   "Everyone is teaching Chinese, and you can write and submit manuscripts as you please. This kind of free extra money is not profitable..."

  The sentence that the colleague uttered the truth after drinking was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

  The underlying logic of this sentence is that if you can’t just write and pass the manuscript, you are not worthy of teaching Chinese.

   It hurts too much.

   It’s not about earning extra money anymore, it’s about proving professionalism!

   Therefore, Qian Wenlin and other Chinese teachers who have not published articles are secretly writing and contributing.

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

  If you ask those writers to do the reading comprehension of their own works, he may not get a high score, and he may even answer "what does the writer want to express in this passage" wrong.

  So, everyone’s submissions either go nowhere, or they frequently receive jack-of-all-trades rejection emails.

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

   Fortunately, hard work paid off, Qian Wenlin finally got the ideal result after many times of research, exploration, and accumulation.

   "Hello, Mr. Lin Wen, I have submitted the manuscript to the editor-in-chief, and I 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 has learned about the submission process on the Internet and read other people’s replies. As long as the editor approves and reminds to revise, then 99% of the manuscripts are passed.

  Although it is unavoidable that I am anxious to publish the article as soon as possible and get the manuscript fee as a treat, my heart has finally settled down.

  Our old money has proved itself.

  He finally asked the editor with an attitude of giving it a try: "Can the title of the novel be changed to "Porcelain Wedding" or "20 Years of Marriage"?"

  Edit: "No, this is fine now."

  Qian Wenlin: "Okay."

  …

   "I've been married for almost 5 years, and you don't even have a girlfriend now, so it's unreasonable, you don't care about the company, and let me come alone to carry on the family?"

  In a certain hotel in Beijing, Zhang Xianger was lying on the bed in pajamas. A tall, thin young man wearing glasses stood at the head of the bed and complained about him.

   "Brother, how many times have I told you that I want to maintain my youthful body and practice kung fu, and I am not suitable for marriage at the moment. This point has been said by the founder of our school, Mr. Zhang Sanfeng, and I have video data to prove it."

   "What did that girl who just walked out of your room do?"

   "A single bedmate, this is a shared hotel, we just booked the same bed."

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

   "Haha, that's right, this is the magic weapon I said to maintain a virgin body. As long as I have its protection, I can always maintain a virgin body."

   "Is this also what Zhang Sanfeng said? As long as you wear a condom, you will always be considered a virgin?"

  Zhang Xianxue's expression has reached the point where he can't bear it anymore, "Xiao Xiang, do you think I'm an idiot? Does it make sense for you to get stuck with a bug like this?"

  Seeing that his elder brother's expression changed, Zhang Xianger no longer added fuel to the fire, and smiled embarrassingly.

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

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

  Zhang Xianxue laughed: "Yes, I can't beat you, I forgot, you are a master of martial arts, a master of a generation, you know Tai Chi, how about it, you come and beat me!"

   Zhang Xianxue said, walked to the head of the bed, put his head in front of Zhang Xianger, pointed to his own head: "You hit here, use Taijiquan, hit hard."

   "Brother, brother... I was wrong, I was wrong..." Zhang Xianger quickly surrendered.

  Even though he is already a master of martial arts, Zhang Xianger still feels guilty in the face of the natural suppression of blood.

  Zhang Xianxue stood up straight and began to output: "I'm telling the truth, Xiao Xiang, I really hope you can knock me down with one punch, so that I don't have to worry about the company, and I don't have to ask about family matters.

   "What kind of favors come and go, welcome and send, all have nothing to do with me, I can also travel all over the world, eat delicious food, see beautiful women..."

  Zhang Xianger interrupted: "Looking at beautiful women?"

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

"fine."

   "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, now I 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 contest is not over yet."

   "Do you think I'll make trouble with you? Even in martial arts contests, you've already lost two rounds. I'm giving you a way out now. Before that time, you're going to get married and come back to work."

   "That won't work, bro, no matter what, I want to win that little Japan, otherwise, how can I see Master?"

   "You want to do it yourself?"

  Zhang Xianger shook his head: "No, I still have a trump card, which is useless. I will go to Zhonghai today, invite him here, and teach that little Japan a lesson."

   "Then get up quickly, I will arrange a plane to pick you up, if you still play tricks this time, you will bear the consequences."

"receive!"

  …

  Afternoon, Naval Normal University.

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

   Zhao Baiyu.

  Qian Quan walked over under the complicated eyes 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."

   "It's okay, I just finished class, what's the matter?"

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

  Qian Quan 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 Bazhan Dao, and this short weapon can be used at hand.

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

   "It feels good too." Qian Quan praised, "Then I will be disrespectful."

   "Yeah." Zhao Baiyu nodded, "I have another request, I wonder if you can agree."

"you say."

   "If I have time in the future, can I ask you to teach Kung Fu?"

"sure."

"OK, thanks."

   "You're welcome, we are also destined, and we are half fellows."

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

   After delivering the gifts, thanking him, and saying a few more words, Zhao Baiyu left.

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

  Qian Quan's eight chopping swords vs. Bai Yuanzhi's Tai Chi sword.

   "Little Martial Uncle came over 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 Iai Zhan, have you heard about it before?"

   "No, just go back and search the Internet to find out what's going on."

   "...It sounds like the preparations are a bit sloppy."

  Qian Quan smiled and said: "It's not rash, you don't want to watch real video science popularization, you go to the Internet to search for related film and television dramas, and then evaluate whether you can win the male lead in it.

   "For example, if I can win Zatoichi, do I still worry that I won't win Ichiro Shimizu?"

   "You, are you sure you can win the Zatoichi?" Bai Yun Gee actually watched the movie about it.

   "It's hard to say, and I haven't fought before." Qian Quan said lightly, as if if there was a real fight, he would have a chance to win.

   "..."

  Bai Yunzhi was a little shocked. If someone else said this, even if it was her junior uncle, she would feel that the other party was bragging, but Qian Quan's words were very credible.

  It's too weird for a real person to compete with a fictitious god-level swordsman. It's even weirder than whether Lu Bu can beat Qiao Feng.

  "Literary and artistic works come from life and are higher than life. The same is true for the setting of force. We predict our opponents in a high way, and we will suffer a lot less when we fight."

   "That's not the point..." Bai Yunzhi complained silently, and then said, "May I first see your Eight Cutting Sword Technique?"

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

   "What?" Bai Yunzhi was confused.

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

   "That won't work, it's too..." Bai Yunzhi refused.

Qian Quandao: "The Eight Cutting Swords is not the name of the sword, but the method of the sword. There are two swords and a single sword. After a certain level of practice, it doesn't matter whether you have a sword in your hand or not. All kinds of handy utensils in life, or palm swords. It can be used as an eight-cut knife.

   "You think so, you play table tennis with Zhang Yining, what is the difference between her holding a racket and the sole of a shoe?"

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

  Qian Quan hurriedly explained with a smile: "Senior sister, I'm really not mocking. Ba Zhan Dao follows the law of Yongzi Bafa, so it's called Ba Zhan Dao. It's just for demonstration, and it's most suitable to use a pen."

"All right…"

   Two people put on protective clothing.

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

   Confrontation for a moment.

   Brush~

  Bai Yunzhi stabbed out with a sword.

  Qian Quan dodged it, and the water pen slashed towards the blade of the sword.

when!

  Bai Yunzhi almost let go of the long sword, turned his wrist, held the sword flower, and heard a "Dang" sound, and Qian Quan's pen mark stabbed the sword.

  Bai Yunzhi's long sword lost control again.

   The competition is actually over now.

  Weapon competition is not the same as fist and kick. If you can't fight, losing a hand is fatal.

  Wing Chun says that "the sword does not strike twice, and the stick does not strike twice". The most straightforward understanding is that in a sword and stick contest, one move determines the outcome, and one move hits the key point. There is no room for a second move.

  "Actually, many little-known body shapes, footwork, boxing principles and moves of Wing Chun are summarized in the Eight Cutting Swordsmanship, and the most subtle part of the Eight Cutting Swordsmanship lies in 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 even greater than the gap between her and Zhang Yining's table tennis skills, so stop comparing and start recording videos.

  At least in the process of filming the video, she can lead the process and control the money and power throughout the process.

  After the material for a video was finished shooting, the two were discussing how to edit it, when Zhang Xianger called.

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

  Qian Quan shared a seat in the past.

  Ten minutes later, Zhang Xianger, wearing sunglasses and shaved beard, appeared.

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

"right."

   "Hey, I missed it, make up two shots for me, come on, second brother, let's pretend to make two gestures."

   "Today's shoot is weapon science popularization, next time." Bai Yuanzhi was helpless.

   "Weapon science, Wing Chun Eight Swords? Let me have a look."

  Bai Yunzhi played the footage video to Zhang Xianger.

  In the video, Qian Quan is still in charge of tricks, and he doesn't have any performance against the sky.

  Zhang Xianger stroked his chin, looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Xiaobai, second brother, we three will still talk about each other in the future, and you two are still senior sisters and juniors, don't change your seniority."

   "We haven't changed in the first place." Bai Yunzhi said.

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

   "Little Martial Uncle!" Bai Yunzhi's face turned red up to the ears.

  Qian Quan shook his head helplessly

   "See for yourself, the two of you cooperate so well, it's a match made in heaven, didn't you feel it when you were shooting the video?"

  Bai Yunzhi didn't bother to talk to him, and turned off the video with a blushing face.

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

   "Okay, let's not talk about it," Zhang Xianger took out his mobile phone, "Let me show you the previous two competitions. This little Japan has something, and the battles are resolved within two moves."

  Qian Quan took the phone, looked it over carefully, then returned the phone to Zhang Xianger, and asked, "When should I call him? Where?"

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

   "Let's do it tonight. It happens to be the weekend tomorrow. I'll take a trip to the capital by the way."

   "Don't you need to prepare?"

"Need not."

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

  Seeing that Qian Quan has the chance to win, Zhang Xianger was immediately full of confidence.

  He did not know who to call, and after talking on the phone, he said to Qian Quan: "At 8 o'clock in the evening, Wulun Kendo Hall."

"no problem."

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

  Bai Yunzhi certainly wanted to witness this level of competition, but she was worried that the little martial uncle would make fun of her and Qian Quan.

   "Let's go together." Zhang Xianger invited again, "Don't worry, I will never mention it..."

   Bai Yunzhi nodded in agreement.

  The three of them went to the airport together, and took Zhang Xianger's private plane to the capital.

   This is the first time for Qian Quan to take a private jet. How should I put it, it reminds him of an interview with a super rich man.

  The reporter asked the rich man: "Are you happy to be super rich?"

  The rich man smiled and said, "It must be happier than being super poor."

  On the plane, Zhang Xianger asked the stewardess to prepare dinner.

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

   At 7:00, the plane landed at Beijing Airport.

   At 7:45, Qian Quan, Bai Yunzhi and Zhang Xianger rushed to Wulun Kendo Hall.

  Ichiro Shimizu arrived early. He was sitting on the futon and meditating with his eyes closed.

  Standing still, like a giant rock. One person, one knife, like one body.

   At 7:55, Ichiro Shimizu opened his eyes.

  7:58, Shimizu Ichiro and Qian Quan changed into protective clothing.

  At 8:00, Shimizu Ichiro and Qian Quan walked to the center of the Kendo Hall.

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

   "Where's your knife?" Shimizu Ichiro 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.

   "You won my chopsticks, I will change the knife."

   As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden babble of Japanese at the scene, and it was a Japanese on the sidelines reminding Ichiro Shimizu something.

   "He said you are using psychological tactics." Zhang Xianger interpreted simultaneously.

  Qian Quan smiled and said nothing.

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

  8:02, the competition begins.

  Shimizu Ichiro squatted obliquely, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the handle in his right, staring at Qian Quan like a falcon.

  Ji He Slash, pays attention to the instant drawing of the sword to control the enemy, one hit will kill, its drawing of the sword needs to cooperate with the scabbard.

Because there is a small mechanism at the mouth of the scabbard of the Juai knife, the swordsman has a small movement of pushing the knife with his left hand before drawing the knife. This movement is called "Kikou cut". If it is coherent, it will turn the simple drawing of the sword into a snapping of the sword.

In addition, when the swordsman draws the knife, his left hand will pull the scabbard back at the same time, which can not only allow the knife to be pulled out quickly, but also create a resistance force between the scabbard and the blade, so that the blade will start to accelerate the moment it is pulled out. Forward, not forward at a constant speed.

  The specific principle can refer to playing watermelon. Before playing watermelon, you must first clasp the **** with your thumb and then pop it out.

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

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

  Qian Quan didn't move his feet, twisted his body to avoid the blade, and at the same time switched the chopsticks from his right hand to his left from behind, swung them diagonally upwards, and slammed the blade with a swipe.

  When~

  A shocking voice sounded.

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

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

  The audience was silent.

   "Good!!" Zhang Xianger was the first to call out.

   Immediately, the scene became noisy.

  8:05, the competition ended.

  Qian Quan, Zhang Xianger, and Bai Yuanzhi left Wulun Kendo Hall.

   4838 words. Ask for a monthly ticket, thank you!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)