Chapter 107

On the stadium.

Some of the students in Guoxue college are taking the final exam.

The school of Sinology of Wucheng University of Arts and science is a college that integrates the major of Chinese traditional arts with other quintessence of Chinese culture and the traditional skills of Xia Dynasty.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as wood carving, porcelain art and sword casting are all included in the relevant professional courses of Sinology College.

However.

The number of students studying Chinese arts is the largest in the College of Chinese studies.

There is only one student majoring in other quintessence arts.

In the outdoor examination room of the stadium, there were two students playing Taijiquan. They were still good at Taijiquan, but they didn't know the actual combat effect.

Of course.

Even as a form of artistic performance, it's pretty good.

However, Ding Yue still hopes that students can learn real hard Kung Fu.

"Headmaster Ding, at present, our major in Chinese martial arts is Taijiquan, Xingyiquan and baguazhang."

Wu Changdao is the head of the Department of Sinology College. He is a master of Sinology in the Xia kingdom in the parallel world. Ding Yue was invited here with a lot of money.

"If we major in traditional Chinese arts, though we mainly focus on actual combat, we also need theoretical lessons, right? What about the related textbooks? "

"Headmaster Ding, the relevant teaching materials are compiled and printed by several teachers of traditional Chinese arts." Wu Changdao replied.

Sure enough.

This is actually the same as the e-game Academy.

Because the teaching materials of the College of electronic games are also compiled and printed by relevant teachers.

"Sun Chengkang, Taijiquan final test, qualified!"

"Wang San Kai, Xingyi Quan final test, qualified!"

"Chen Dan, Yongchun final test, qualified!"

On the playground, the teacher is taking the students for the final test of Chinese martial arts major, and the students seem to be qualified.

"Director Wu, how about our actual combat ability? Can I play? "

In fact, Ding Yue is worried that the students majoring in Chinese martial arts are all learning HuaQuan and embroidering legs.

If you fall to the ground with one blow like master Ma, it will be a shame.

"I'm sure I can play, but it takes a long time and hard training." Wu Changdao nodded and then looked at President Ding: "President Ding, would you like to have a try?"

"Yes."

Ding Yue wants to see if the students majoring in traditional Chinese arts have learned real kung fu.

"Sun Chengkang, come here."

Director Wu Changdao called the students who had just taken the Taijiquan test.

Then they asked the two students to move a big cushion, and then put it on the ground. This is also to protect President Ding. Even if he was knocked down, he would not fall seriously.

"Director Wu, are you looking for me?"

Sun Chengkang came over and asked suspiciously.

Ding Yue took a look at sun Chengkang. In fact, he is very strong. At a glance, he can see that he has a strong physique.

Indeed.

How much strength can you exert when you are sick, even if you practice Taijiquan?

In the final analysis, if you practice Chinese martial arts, you must have excellent physical quality.

After all, it's not a novel about Chinese martial arts. There's no such thing as killing Taekwondo experts in one move!

"Classmate sun Chengkang, later you and headmaster Ding use Taijiquan." Wu Changdao told sun Chengkang: "headmaster Ding wants to see the Taijiquan you've learned, so you don't have to think you're dealing with the headmaster, so you're not bound. Let it go."

Hearing this, Ding Yue nodded and said to sun Chengkang, "yes, let me see the real Kung Fu of your students majoring in Chinese martial arts."

"That offends."

Sun Chengkang said to headmaster Ding.

Ding Yue boasts that his physical fitness is OK, so he won't be knocked down by a student of his own age?

Soon, Ding Yue and sun Chengkang stood on the mat.

Sun Chengkang made a classic Taiji move.

Ding Yue is very simple and rude. He will be ready to wave his fist later.

After a moment of confrontation.

Ding Yue quickly came forward and hit sun Chengkang with a fist.

As a result, Ding Yue seemed to hit cotton, and the strength of this fist was directly solved by a Taijiquan move of sun Chengkang.

Before Ding Yue could react, sun Chengkang's palm had been pushed to his chest, and then suddenly burst out a very strong force.

Ding Yue was pushed away directly and finally fell to the ground.

"I'll go!"

This is the first time that Ding Yue has seen the practical application of Taijiquan. Can he really beat himself with one easy move?

"Look, look, headmaster Ding was knocked down by sun Chengkang."

"Ha ha ha, headmaster Ding is not good enough to fight.""Nonsense, the headmaster's family is rich. It doesn't matter if he can fight."

"Haha, I photographed the moment president Ding fell to the ground just now."

"Send it to me quickly."

"I want Kangkang, too!"

There was a lot of discussion among the students around.

"Headmaster Ding, are you ok?"

When Wen Ruohan saw that President Ding was knocked down, he quickly stepped forward and helped him up.

"It's OK, it's OK."

Ding Yue touched his chest, and then looked at sun Chengkang in surprise. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Taijiquan is really something. If you study hard, you will be successful in the future."

"Thank you, principal Ding." Sun Chengkang bowed politely to Ding Yue.

"Headmaster Ding, sun Chengkang is one of the best candidates in our Chinese martial arts major." Wu Changdao then came forward and said with a smile.

Ding Yue smell speech, immediately stare a wu long road.

I thought to myself, you old guy, don't tell me that he is the most powerful student of Chinese martial arts before you fight?

Now, I've been knocked down by one move. It's a little embarrassing.

"Yes, I hope we can cultivate real masters of traditional Chinese arts, not swindlers like master Ma!"

Ding Yue told director Wu Changdao.

"Well, what President Ding said is that, like master Ma, it's a disgrace to our national skill of Xia. Fortunately, our students work hard and practice day by day. I believe that in time, we will certainly carry forward our national skill."

Wu Changdao echoed president Ding's words.

"Well, I'm waiting for that day to come. How do the students of other majors in our college of Chinese studies do the final exam except for Chinese martial arts?"

Ding Yue knows that the College of Chinese studies is not only a major in Chinese arts.

There are also many traditional skills.

"Headmaster Ding, I'll take you to the final examination of the students majoring in sculpture?"

"Good."

"Several students who studied Peking Opera two days ago have passed the final exam. Now they are on their way back to their hometown."

Wu Changdao accompanied Ding Yue to the teaching building of Guoxue college, chatting.

This is the second week of the final examination. Some professional examinations have been finished, so students can go back to their hometown during the winter vacation.

After all, this is a university campus, and there is generally no specific holiday date at the end of the term.

Usually, as long as all the examinations of the major are finished, the students can go home on holiday.

"President Ding, director Huang just called and said..."

when he was about to walk to the teaching building of Guoxue college, the voice of secretary Wen Ruohan came from behind.