Chapter 48 Because the Master is a Gentle Person
It was nearly midnight and all the shops on the snack street in front of Simen Primary School had closed. The whole street was quiet, with only a few stray cats squatting in front of the trash cans, searching for food left over from the day.
Suddenly, as if they sensed some danger, they pricked up their ears alertly, then arched their bodies and shouted threateningly at the entrances and exits at both ends of the snack street.
The wind was particularly noisy tonight. Two groups of elementary school students came from all directions and slowly gathered from both ends of the snack street to the center of the snack street.
A showdown of the century is about to begin.
The people who came were wearing exactly the same school uniform, and judging from their camps, they were clearly divided into two groups. They were the first and second grade students of Simen Primary School.
A primary school student took the lead from each group.
The first-year leader looked a little nervous and said, "Our people are already here. We have agreed that after today's duel, no matter who wins or loses, we will follow the rules."
The second-year leader looked disdainful and urged, "Stop talking nonsense. Where are the people you're dueling with?"
The leader of the first grade looked back and saw three representatives walking out from the first grade team.
The second grade leader also waved his hand, and three representatives walked out from the second grade team.
The six people stood in two rows, facing each other.
The tense situation is on the verge of breaking out.
Qi Xiang, who was lying in ambush in the green belt, took out the intercom and said, "Group One, Group Two, please pay attention. The target has gathered and is ready to start a fight. Listen to my instructions, listen to my instructions. Once a fight starts, send police to control the situation immediately. Please respond if you get it. Please respond if you get it."
There was a rustling sound coming from the intercom.
"One set, received."
"Team Two, received."
Qi Xiang turned off the intercom and warned Li Pingan who was squatting beside him: "Ping'an, there may be a large-scale fight later, and the scene will be quite chaotic. You just stay here and wait for me. Don't go out."
Li Ping'an nodded nervously, then moved his gaze to the center of the snack street, where two groups of people had already started fighting.
"Rock, Scissors, Paper!"
That’s right, the duel method agreed upon by first and second graders is the oldest game of rock-paper-scissors.
This is a fair and efficient way of dueling for both parties.
They play in a best-of-three format, and the first game has already been decided.
The second-grade representative who had drawn the paper said excitedly: "I won!"
The first-year representative who threw the punch returned to the team and said dejectedly, "Sorry, I lost."
After losing the first game, the atmosphere among the first graders suddenly became solemn.
The leading first-grade student called a timeout and urgently pulled the remaining two representatives to conduct pre-war guidance.
Perhaps because the wait was a bit too long, the second grade leader seemed a bit impatient: "Do you still want to compete? Otherwise, don't compete, just pay your pocket money."
As soon as he finished speaking, the second graders immediately booed in agreement.
"Are you still going to compete?"
"A coward."
“I think they are just scared.”
Being attacked by the enemy, the first graders all had expressions of humiliation on their faces.
The two first-year representatives looked at the leader, waiting for him to make a decision.
It’s a best-of-three format. If we lose the second game, there’s no hope at all.
Should we still compare?
The first grade leader gritted his teeth and said, "Compete!"
The pressure now shifted to the second runner.
Under tremendous pressure, the second first-year representative looked like he was about to cry.
If he loses, they don't have to compete in the first grade anymore.
In contrast, the opponent's players should not be too relaxed.
The two stood opposite each other, ready to start playing rock-paper-scissors.
In the green belt in the distance, Qi Xiang's intercom rang: "Brother Xiang, are you still going to catch him?"
Qi Xiang had not expected that these elementary school students would play so wildly, so he replied, "Don't worry, let's observe and see."
The second game started.
Everyone was worried about the first-grade student.
"Rock, Scissors, Paper!"
A cry of surprise was heard.
"Ah! I won! I won!"
The winner of the second game this time was the first grade representative. He seemed to have won a five million dollar lottery and was crying and laughing on the spot.
His teammates behind him also came forward excitedly and gave him a bear hug.
In contrast to the jubilant atmosphere of the first graders, the second grade representative returned to the team dejectedly: "Boss, I'm sorry, I lost."
The second grade leader slapped him on the forehead, "Shame on you!"
The younger brother ran away crying.
The second grade leader turned his gun around and taunted the first graders, "Don't be happy, you will cry soon."
He looked at another little brother next to him. This was the person they sent out for the third round - the famous rock-paper-scissors champion in the second grade, who was invincible in the school during kindergarten and would only lose once out of a hundred rounds of rock-paper-scissors.
The 'King of Rock, Paper, and Scissors' looked back at him confidently: "Don't worry, Boss, leave everything to me, I guarantee it will be fine."
The second-year leader nodded with satisfaction: "Go ahead, I'll wait for your good news."
The 'King of Rock-Paper-Scissors' walked up to the last first-year player with a proud look on his face, crossed his arms over his chest, and said disdainfully: "You are no match for me."
The first-year contestant had obviously heard of the name of the 'King of Rock-Paper-Scissors'. He swallowed nervously and said, "Stop talking nonsense and start playing rock-paper-scissors."
He got into position, but to his surprise the other party remained unmoved and instead stared straight into his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
The 'Scissors, Paper-Scissors King' stared into his eyes for a while, then slowly said, "Next I will use Scissors."
What! ?
When these words were spoken, all the primary school students present were shocked.
What is the trick of telling your opponent what gesture you are going to make before playing rock-paper-scissors?
The first-year player blurted out, "What do you mean? Do you think I will believe you?"
The 'King of Rock-Paper-Scissors' smiled contemptuously: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not, let's start."
He looked calm and composed, but the first-year contestant was so nervous that cold sweat ran down his forehead.
The 'King of Rock, Paper, Scissors' is worthy of being called the 'King of Rock, Paper, Scissors'. No wonder he is invincible in the kindergarten.
The technique he used actually utilized the principle of "subconscious information" in psychology.
Telling your opponent what gesture you are going to make before the start of the fight can not only disrupt your opponent's psychology, but also hint or mislead your opponent about his next punching gesture.
For example, he just told his opponent before the game of rock-paper-scissors that his next move was [scissors], which immediately disrupted his opponent's original punching plan.
Because the opponent does not trust him, he will most likely not believe that he will really play [Scissors], but will think that he will change to [Rock] or [Paper].
With this kind of thinking, they often choose the safest way to punch, which is to use "Paper" which can defeat "Rock".
So he can easily win the game by just using [Scissors].
The first-year contestant had obviously fallen into the subconscious trap set for him by the 'King of Rock, Paper, and Fist', and his face began to turn pale with nervousness.
Seeing his opponent panicking, the Rock, Paper, Scissors King's eyes lit up with excitement.
He is sure to win this round!
"Rock, Scissors, Paper!"
As two different arms were raised high and then dropped, the result of the rock-paper-scissors game was finally decided.
"We win, we win, we win!"
The leader of the first grade class rushed forward like crazy and hugged the last contestant.
The contestant looked at his clenched fist and said in a daze: "Win? We won?"
"We won! We really won!" All the first-grade students surrounded them and cheered.
The contestant finally came to his senses and an ecstatic expression appeared on his face.
When someone asked him for the trick of rock-paper-scissors, he scratched his forehead and said, "I was too nervous. I don't know what I did wrong."
"Ah?" The other elementary school students looked at each other in confusion.
Is this what they call killing a master with random punches?
But no matter what, the first grade won the duel after all, so according to the original rule, the second grade students will not be allowed to steal their pocket money anymore.
In contrast to the joyful atmosphere of the first grade, there is a dark and low pressure atmosphere in the second grade.
The "King of Rock, Paper, and Scissors" looked at his own hand, "Scissors," in disbelief, and then at his opponent's hand, "Rock."
How is that possible? He has been using this trick to travel the world for many years and has never been unsuccessful. How could he be defeated by an unknown person?
He doesn't believe it! The other party must have played a trick.
Thinking of this, he said to the second grade leader anxiously: "Boss, the last one doesn't count. The opponent was too slow. We should try again. If we try again, I will definitely beat the first graders!"
After hearing his words, the second grade leader looked uncertain and looked at the first grade leader gloomily: "My people said your people cheated and asked for a rematch. What do you say we should do?"
What to do? Isn't this just far-fetched talk?
The first-year leader suppressed the anger burning in his heart and protested, "They both threw punches at the same time. With so many eyes watching, how come we were the ones who were slow?"
The second grade leader turned around and asked, "Did they just throw punches together?"
The second graders behind him said in unison: "No, they were just too slow. We all saw it."
This trick of calling a horse a deer made the first graders very angry.
The first grade leader was so angry that his mouth was shaking, "You! You guys! You guys are not following the rules!"
The second grade leader sneered: "Rules? Grandpa is going to teach you a lesson today. The rules of the underworld are that whoever has the bigger fist is right. Don't read too much and become stupid."
The first grader said angrily: "You! You don't have integrity!"
"Then go tell the teacher!"
"Go!"
"Hahaha!"
Amid the second graders’ roar of laughter, the first graders’ faces turned red.
It is a great shame, it is such a great shame.
The second graders were still laughing: "Come and fight us if you can. Can you beat us? You are a bunch of noobs, hahahaha..."
Under the constant provocation of the other party, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Don't go too far!"
"Let them fight. There are so many of us. Are we afraid of them?"
"They didn't even think about letting go of our pocket money."
Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered, let alone a group of hot-blooded elementary school students.
Amid the public's outrage, the situation on the field was on the verge of exploding with just a spark.
Qi Xiang's intercom in the green belt rang: "Brother Xiang, it looks like a fight is about to break out, should we step in to stop it?"
Qi Xiang frowned and observed the situation on the field. Seeing that some elementary school students could not help but start to make moves, he reached out and pressed the button on the intercom, "All groups, get ready, all groups, get ready, listen to my instructions, and prepare to arrest people."
At the same time, the leading first-grade student was grabbed by the collar by the second-grade leader and pushed to the ground.
As if it was the last straw that broke the camel's back, the emotions of the first graders instantly reached a peak, and someone shouted: "They've started fighting! Go! Fight them!"
Just as a conflict was about to break out, someone shouted, "Stop it!"
Two groups of elementary school students stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
In the green belt, Qi Xiang released the finger that was pressing the intercom and looked towards the source of the voice. When he found that it was an elementary school student, he frowned.
After a few "zizi" sounds, the intercom rang: "Brother Xiang, there's another person coming. What should we do?"
Qi Xiang thought for a moment, then pressed the intercom and said in a deep voice: "Attention, all teams, stay where you are and wait for instructions."
After a conflict was interrupted, the second grade leader was obviously unhappy. He looked at the new elementary school student and said, "Who are you? Tell me your name."
The man walked out from the shadows step by step, revealing a bruised face under the moonlight. He introduced himself: "I am the registered disciple of the Sword Immortal, Zhang Dongyang."
Second grade leader: "What did he say?"
A younger brother came forward and said, "Boss, he said his name is Zhang Dongyang."
"Of course I know. I'm not deaf." The second grade leader glared at his younger brother and said, "I was asking him what the previous sentence meant."
The younger brother quickly explained: "Oh, a registered disciple of the Sword Immortal, which means that his master is a Sword Immortal, and he is a registered disciple of the Sword Immortal, not a formal disciple... Boss, why are you looking at me like that? I just saw all this from cartoons."
"Watch less cartoons." The second grade leader slapped him, then sneered at Zhang Dongyang: "Sword Immortal?"
He looked around at his younger brothers and said, "Can anyone tell me if this guy is mentally ill or just bragging?"
The younger brothers began to answer the questions one after another.
"He's sick in the brain."
"You must be bragging."
"You must have been obsessed with watching cartoons."
“…”
"Ah!" Suddenly a little brother exclaimed, leaned close to the ear of the second grade leader, and whispered: "Boss, he still has a weapon in his hand!"
Second grade leader: "What is he holding in his hand?"
Younger brother: "It looks like a sword..."
"A sword?" The second grade leader immediately became nervous when he heard it. He looked carefully and said speechlessly: "It's just a wooden sword. Can you speak clearly next time? Is Chinese taught by the physical education teacher?"
The younger brother also saw it clearly this time, and heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Wooden Sword, it's okay then."
But this kid is just a young and inexperienced boy. What’s the point of him bringing a wooden sword with him? Who are you trying to scare?
The second grade leader shouted, "Hey, I advise you to be smart and stay away. This is our Simen Primary School's family affair. Outsiders should not interfere."
Zhang Dongyang slowly raised his head, looked at the second grade leader, and said, "Just now you said whoever has the bigger fist is right, right?"
The second grade leader: "Yeah, what's the matter?" He waved his sandbag-sized fist, "You're itching for a beating too, do you want to be beaten again?"
Zhang Dongyang ignored his provocation, but slowly raised his hand and held the sword to his chest.
Li Pingan in the green belt exclaimed, "Ah!"
Qi Xiang turned his head and asked softly, "Ping An, what's wrong?"
Ping An looked at Zhang Dongyang not far away and murmured, "Starting move."
Zhang Dongyang's move was the simplest starting move in elementary swordsmanship.
"My uncle said that the opening move is the basis of all sword techniques, so he asked us to practice it every day, but the power of this move is not very great..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Dongyang swung the sword in his hand.
This sword shocked the world and made the gods and ghosts weep.
The sword comes out like a dragon, with majestic momentum, sharp edge and unstoppable force.
The strong wind blew up the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, and blew the signs in front of the shops in the snack street all over the place. Wherever it went, there was a mess, and the wind was unstoppable.
Even the clouds in the sky were blown away by this sword, revealing a brilliant starry sky.
Under the starry sky, after the strong wind passed, a deep sword mark was left on the ground of the snack street.
On both sides of the sword mark, the second-year leader silently caught his jaw that was about to dislocate, and the first-year leader just climbed up and sat down on the ground again.
Behind the two of them, the elementary school students who had just been clamoring to fight were now as quiet as chickens.
The power of a sword is so terrifying!
The man swinging the sword calmly put it back and looked at the second-year teacher, "I just want to tell you that in this world, it's not whoever has the bigger fist who is right. If whoever has the bigger fist is right, then the sword I just swung at was not aimed at the air, but at you."
"You can bully first-year students unscrupulously just because you are better than them. Then I can also bully you unscrupulously because I am better than you, right?"
The second-grade leader looked at the sword marks on the ground and swallowed.
Zhang Dongyang shook his head and said, "But I didn't choose to do this, because there are always people in this world who are more powerful than me."
If the strong only bully the weak and don't follow the rules, how bad would this world be?
The second-year boss murmured, "Is there anyone stronger than you in this world?"
Of course.
Zhang Dongyang replied: "My master is the most powerful person in the world."
The second grade leader asked, "Is your master really a swordsman?"
Zhang Dongyang nodded, "But I want to be his disciple, not because he is a sword immortal."
The second grade leader asked curiously, "Why is that?"
"That's because..." Zhang Dongyang recalled the scene when he first met Li Chengfeng.
That day, Li Chengfeng went on a killing spree in the correctional facility for Li Ping'an, and everyone was shocked by the powerful strength he displayed.
That shocking sword and that domineering sentence "My sword is either not used at all, or it will kill people when it is used" are still echoing in Zhang Dongyang's mind and he can't forget it for a long time.
But such a powerful man did not forget to return the borrowed wooden sword before leaving, and said thank you to the owner of the sword.
The word "thank you" shocked Zhang Dongyang even more than the shocking sword strike before.
Most Chinese fathers give their sons a repressive education. The son has never been respected equally by an adult, especially when the other party is such a powerful man.
Boys also need recognition and encouragement from adult men.
So when Li Chengfeng said, "I think you have some talent in swordsmanship. If you swing the sword 30,000 times every day, I may accept you as my registered disciple in ten years," Zhang Dongyang was so excited that his eyes filled with tears.
The Sword Immortal is willing to accept him as a registered disciple. What does this mean?
This represents the Sword Immortal’s recognition.
At that moment, Zhang Dongyang strengthened his determination to take Li Chengfeng as his master.
"Because Master is a gentle person." Zhang Dongyang replied: "I want to become Master's disciple, not because he is a sword immortal, but because I also want to be a gentle person like Master."
Gentleness is the most powerful force.
After being released from the correctional facility, he would no longer pretend to be strong in front of other kids, because he had really become stronger inside.
The strong pursue power and consider themselves superior to others, but the master with absolute power despises power and regards himself as an ordinary person.
With his current level of practice, he still has a long way to go to reach the master's level.
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