V3.Chapter 47

Seeing this, Shiro looked gray and said, "these two people's Kung Fu is really powerful in actual combat!"

A reporter in this city whispered to me, "is it appropriate to teach children this way?"

I looked at him and said, "if you want to compete, naturally there are other teachers who tell them the rules and taboos of the competition, but when you first learn, you should naturally follow the actual combat. When you become a master, it's not too late to look good." This remark was actually what Fang Zhenjiang himself told me, because I also asked him the reporter's question.

After leaving the rosefinch field and passing by Lu Yu's tea tasting hall, we took a breath. Lu Yu was not idle after developing medicinal tea, because many new varieties appeared after him. Now he is busy verifying whether the brewing methods mentioned in the later tea classics give full play to the advantages of a kind of tea. Therefore, in his house, there is no shortage of all kinds of good tea, large and small cups, Moreover, a kind of tea is soaked in various utensils and water at different temperatures.

In the morning and evening, Shiro came out again to accuse him of being incompatible with the tea ceremony. He also said that he had a friend named hemp rope arrest lang. he was the tea ceremony everyone. I don't know if it was everyone. Anyway, his friend is estimated to be stronger than him. He doesn't even prepare a child. Just use hemp rope. Is that good?

As soon as I went out, I saw Wang Yin driving a school bus. I shouted, "Lao Wang, come here."

Wang Yin poked out his head and asked me, "what's up?"

I said, "I'll give you a task - someone hates it."

I said to asamuro, "don't you want to prove Kung Fu with our people? I found one for you."

At this time, Wang Yin came to us and asked, "what task?"

I pointed to asamuro and said to him, "you have a competition with this gentleman."

Wang Yin threw his coat into the car and said to asamuro, "then hurry up. I'm still back in the team."

Asamuro finally reacted and said angrily, "you actually found a driver to compete with me?"

I pointed to Duan Sirius, his big apprentice, and said to him, "if you don't fight that one, it's the one who sweeps the floor."

Day and night, he shouted, "bullying people too much!" He didn't say hello. One punch came to my face. Seeing the opportunity very quickly, Wang Yin put his hand on his wrist and took him there.

I only felt the cold hair on my face fall down. Although my expression was still smiling, the cold sweat had come out.

It seems that Shiro is really not covered. As soon as he meets Wang Yin, he grabs the first opportunity and kicks and kicks. Wang Yin pulls him a few times. I knocked him down

If you're a three time karate champion, you really have the ability. It's estimated that you don't need props to kick a piece of wood. You can use it really, but who can compare it with. Wang Yin's skill in the crowd is also first-class. The reason why he didn't bring an apprentice is that he was not good at giving lectures. However, Cao Xiaoxiang and Fang Zhenjiang or their own satisfactory apprentices will send him here to learn more skills.

After fighting for a while, Wang Yin solved the problem with three fists and two feet. However, he didn't give a hard hand. He either pulled the other side down or pulled it down. His expression was a little helpless. It was like a big brother playing with a rogue little brother. Wang yinzhiyong was second to none among the eight heavenly kings. Moreover, although he drove a car in his life, he was a murderer in his last life, let alone dealing with every day and night. It's no problem catching wolves with hemp rope.

After playing for a while, asamuro said dejectedly, "I lost - but I don't believe he is really a driver."

Wang Yin waved to him, didn't say much, got in the car and left. I said to asamuro, "you think it's cheap. This is a driver. I know a motorcycle repairer!"

With our reporters, they have become very careful and attentive since their defeat. Now they have a deep understanding of the old Chinese saying "hidden dragon and crouching tiger". They saw with their own eyes that the karate champion was beaten to the ground by a cart driver in our school. Legends about the mysterious East suddenly came to mind.

Next, I took them to visit the two martial arts venues of Qinglong and Xuanwu. Looked at Lin Chong's gun and Zhang Qing's flying stone. When she was at the shooting range, XiuXiu wrote a note to Hua Rong and Pang Wanchun. They shot a ball arrow and a fast arrow on the target 50 steps away. Finally, when they were connected, it was "welcome to Yucai". Not to mention foreigners, even Chinese journalists were amazed and photographed the whole process like a treasure.

Even Jim, who was dismissive at the beginning, blushed with excitement and pressed the shutter of the camera again and again. Suddenly, he covered his stomach and snorted. As soon as I saw where he covered it, I knew that he had stomach pain like Hua Mulan. They reporters fought with each other without a meal, I grabbed a passing student and said, "go to the school medical room and tell some doctors to boil a pair of stomach medicine for sister Hua and wait for us."

The child threw a fist at us: "order!" After that, he went with flying steps. It was about 300 students brought out jointly by Dai Zong and Dai Zong.

Jim covered his stomach and frowned, "do you want me to eat your traditional Chinese medicine?"

John said, "traditional Chinese medicine is very good. It's the help of traditional Chinese medicine that our neighbor Mrs. Thomson can't have children."

I hurriedly said: "traditional Chinese Medicine... Traditional Chinese medicine, mixing medicine and medicine here is easy to cause misunderstanding."

When we arrived at the herb garden, Bian que had filtered out a bowl of medicine soup that had been almost dried and put it there. I picked it up and said to Jim, "our Chinese tradition is that when a guest comes, he should be invited to drink and take medicine for the first time. Don't mind."

Jim hid far away and said, "I heard your traditional Chinese medicine is made of grass."

I said, "try it. It tastes like your Coca Cola."

Jim suspiciously took a mouthful and drank it dry. He bit his teeth and said, "it's much more exciting than Coca Cola." He suddenly put his hand on his stomach and said, "my God. I seem to feel that they are repairing my stomach after drinking. It's very warm and comfortable."

Bian que gave him a pulse, looked at his face and said, "you do have stomach disease. This prescription can be cured after taking it for three months." Then he brushed a little on the paper and wrote a prescription. Jim solemnly took it over and said, "oh my God, how much is this recipe worth?"

Bian que whispered to me, "who is God?"

I also whispered to him, "it's equivalent to their Pangu."

Bian que said to me, "you tell him that his limbs and spleen are no different from ours. It should also be made by Nuwa."

I hurriedly said: "... Let's talk about this problem later. It will cause religious disputes."

After a little rest in the herb garden. We visited the last white tiger hall, where there is the largest indoor swimming pool in the whole education. At the moment, there is no one here. The reporter took a few photos casually. Just ready to go, a child suddenly emerged from the water. After he got out, he wiped the water on his face, laughed and stepped on the water to climb ashore. We were stunned for a while. A female reporter reacted. She looked at her watch and said in surprise: "the child was still in the water when we came in, that is to say, he stayed in the water for nearly three minutes..."

Others looked at each other, and several foreigners said in an unbelievable low voice: "three minutes, more powerful than the frogman in the special forces?"

Just then. Suddenly another child emerged from the water. The child didn't see us. He pointed to the first child running out and shouted, "Hey, hold your breath. You lost. Remember to invite me to chocolate."

Just as everyone looked frightened, the third child came up. When he saw so many of us, he said shyly, "ah, it's so busy here. I'll continue to dive!" He disappeared again.

The female reporter almost screamed, "who can tell me how many children there are in the water?"

Before her voice fell, she came out of the water one after another, and the children were wet. Wearing small underpants, they walked past us one after another, talking and laughing and looking at us curiously. There were at least forty or fifty people. For a moment, the swimming pool with a quiet listening needle was as lively as a market, leaving only all the petrochemical journalists.

The female reporter took my hand and said, "can I see their teacher?"

I told her, "their teacher didn't come out for half a day and three hours. We just came to see him after lunch."

People: "

After visiting the four main venues, there will be no key points to introduce. This will. The exhausted people finally accepted my suggestion. We took the car and went straight back to the front door. After a circle, there was a huge and boundless wall in front of us. Several reporters asked me at the same time: "President Xiao, what is this place for?"

I said, "Oh, the opposite is our teacher's dormitory area. In order to prevent the children from disturbing them to rest, this wall was built. Ordinary students can't go there..." I was stunned and drove out. I saw many children sitting on the wall, some with a piece of bread and some with a book, This wall has become their toy Trojan horse. I don't know how to get up so high.

I asked the driver to stop. In order not to scare the children, I pretended to be nice and said, "little classmate, you come down first. Whose students are you?"

As soon as the unlucky children on the wall saw me, they all shouted, "headmaster Xiao is coming, run --" as they said, all their legs jumped down. I hurriedly said, "hey... Don't fall." You know, the wall is two and five meters high, like the second floor.

Who knows, the children fell on the ground and ran away in a twinkling of an eye. Just as I was getting ready to get on the bus, a scene that made me very crazy appeared: cheering from the wall, jumping like dumplings, children, like elk, jumping high directly over our heads. It seems that if I'm poor, I still added a run-up and came up with my hands and feet, They all jumped and shouted, "run, let the headmaster know that we will be punished if we go there -"

After jumping to dozens of numbers, I finally caught one and asked him, "whose student are you?"

The child was so frightened that he bowed his head and said, "we are teacher Shi. The group just now is teacher Duan's class."

... I should have thought of it. Shiqian and Duan Tianbao taught it!

The child whispered, "principal Xiao, I won't dare next time. There's nothing to practice lightness skills in school. It's too high and too low..."

I touched his head and sighed, "do you know what's wrong with you?"

"... you shouldn't jump off the wall."

"Wrong! Is that what your teacher taught you? I tell you. Jumping off the wall is OK, but you shouldn't be caught by me. Remember, if I catch you later, I'll punish you!"

The little clever ghost said "yes". As soon as his shoulder shrunk out of my palm, a cat waist ran through my crotch. I spread my shoulders to a group of stunned reporters: "let's laugh."

A local reporter said, "President Xiao, I know this is the Kung Fu of Shaolin monk Ti yunzong and gecko walking on the wall. Can you demonstrate it in public? We didn't have time to take photos just now."

I said with a smile, "it's easy to do." Then he grabbed a child who had just jumped over, pointed to the wall and ordered him, "jump back!"

The child stepped back a few steps, ran up the wall, stepped on the wall bricks like walking on the ground and disappeared on the other side of the wall. The reporters clapped as they flashed, and finally said together, "President Xiao will show us one in person."

I waved my hand and said with a smile, "it's not worth advocating. Ha ha, it's not worth advocating." While secretly scolding: too fucking run people. The two meter five wall, even if I can climb up, how can I get down?

In order to be afraid that they would continue to let me demonstrate, I hurriedly threw people into the car and continued walking. I hadn't walked for five minutes. John and Jim suddenly screamed. I quickly followed their eyes and saw that the wall in front was painted in a mess with a brush. It was so juicy that my heart mentioned that I finally found the dark corner. Do I need to be so excited?

Before the car stopped, John rushed down and slapped the wall. I said bitterly, "John, you have to understand that the wall is too long to keep up with management. It's impossible for children to be naughty..."

John grabbed my shoulder and shouted, "you know, how many artists will there be here?"

Jim also clapped and shouted, "yes, its meaning is no worse than the Berlin Wall. Look how rich children's creativity is."

I look at the wall and then look at these two people. Oh, didn't I want to expose our light? When Westerners see ghost painted things, they will think of the artistic level.

But the wall is really fun. The highest one nearest to me is probably the work of senior students. It is written in running script: the steamed bread in the canteen is too alkaline today; I don't know who wrote it in big seal: I think it's OK; Down there. Small block letters: what date did the landlord say today? Finally, cursive script: this post should sink

Next to this line of posts, someone opened a painting column. Draw a child with a depressed expression, and mark it next to him: today, I was scolded by teacher Cheng for not working hard. I must work hard in the future. The style looks like Yan school. The next child painted a disdainful expression, marked: Mr. Cheng generally doesn't swear. It seems that you really don't work hard. Next, there is a picture of a maid with an arrow: our teacher Wang (probably a female teacher who teaches Culture) said not to scribble on the wall... It looks a bit like Wu Daozi's students.

Of course, in addition to those with artistic content, there are also a large number of children's graffiti, but fortunately, our school spirit is simple, and there are no contents such as "Wang Xiaohong is a dog", "Li Er egg is a bastard" and "Zhang Xiaohua updates too slowly".

For a long time, I had a headache about the problems of this wall. I once wanted to tear it down. The real Berlin wall and the great wall could not prevent anything, let alone a brick wall. However, later, it seemed that the Berlin wall and the Great Wall had other important meanings. Simply, I stipulated that this wall continued to serve as the function of blocking the old and new campuses, But if you can jump over with your own ability, you can forget the past (and you can't blame it). Second, in addition to swearing, students can create freely on the wall. The wall is cleaned once a month, and the best works selected every week can be retained for one month... Therefore, this "talent cultivation wall" proposed by me Later, it became a scene and unique feature of educating talents. Even Zhang Zeduan changed his mind. He was going to reproduce the full version of the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival on the Yucai wall.

Finally, we gathered all the students for a collective martial arts performance in Qinglong martial arts arena, and finally realized the scene expected by John. Lao Zhang, who went to rest on the way, came again. In the sound of killing for nine days, Lao Zhang waved solemnly and happily below, leaving the last gesture of the old warlord in the Scripture on the land he loved deeply.

A week later, Lao Zhang he ran died. I set up a grand monument for him in front of the main gate of Yucai. Except for his identity and name, there is only one comment on it, which is a poem in Li Bai's Xiake Xing:

Even if you die, you won't be ashamed of Britain in the world.