Dad, Please Try a Little Harder

  Chapter 62 Little boy, master demeanor (Part 1)

   Funing No. 1, third floor.

   "Dad, how are you doing?"

  After Qian Quan left, Zhao Chunjia asked his father-in-law, "Is there any change from when I was in Wanghuai?"

  Huang Pinghu shook his head: "The speech, state of mind, and attitude are just like when Wang Huai was in sight. They are still pure and straight as a young man."

  Zhao Chunjia pondered: "Dad, I remember you told me the story of the four phases of the pot before, you said he..."

  Huang Pinghu smiled and shook his head: "If he is so powerful that he can show the four appearances, then he is born to know it, and he is a born god."

  The four phases they talked about come from the story of Huzi, Liezi's master.

   It is said that when Liezi was young, he sought Taoism and met a wizard named Ji Xian who could predict the fate of others. Liezi believed that his Taoism had surpassed his master Huzi.

  So Huzi asked Liezi to invite Ji Xian to look at him.

  For the first time, the jug showed the appearance of the earth soaked like ashes to Ji Xian, and Ji Xian easily saw through it;

  The second time, the jug showed Ji Xian the resurgent sky, and Ji Xian still saw it;

For the third time, what the pot showed was a holographic human appearance, covering up the worldly desires, jumping out of the cage, detached from things. this is deceit;

For the fourth time, the jug revealed the pure and pure form of the formless form, as deep as a still abyss, as broad as a vast sea, as light as dust, and heaven and man are one. Ji Xian knew that he had met a real person, so he dared not stay for long, lest he Yi Xiao is generous and runs away.

  Liezi also realized the way of nature from this incident and became a fairy.

Huang Pinghu told Zhao Chunjia this story at the beginning to remind him of one thing. Those so-called masters who have insight into the world and people's hearts are not really omniscient and omnipotent, but the people he meets take the initiative to express their own world. exposed to him.

   It's like some people who are not good at hiding their thoughts, their emotions are all written on their faces, and they don't need to go to an expert to look at their physiognomy, ordinary people can see through him.

   "Never let your opponent guess your thoughts and see your current true state."

   “Or, always project a state of being, such as confidence, coolness, and composure.”

  This is what Huang Pinghu wanted to tell Zhao Chunjia at the beginning.

   "It may be that he has paid too much attention to him recently, and has extra thoughts." Zhao Chunjia laughed at himself when he heard his father-in-law say this.

   "It's not superfluous." Huang Pinghu looked thoughtful, "His performance today is indeed similar to when he was in Wanghuai, but the scene where we meet today is completely different from when we were in Wanghuai.

   "When I was looking at the Huaihe River, I was just an old man next door who looked at the hotel, but today, I just met a big man Huang Pinghu, and you are the boss of Funing No. 1."

  Zhao Chunjia understood the meaning of his father-in-law in seconds: "That is to say, after he knows our true identity, his attitude towards us is still the same as before!"

  Huang Pinghu nodded slightly, with an unclear smile in his words: "In our current society, it is normal to follow the trend, to hold the high and step down, and to bow before the strong and bow to the weak is human nature.

   "Even though I know that your power and wealth have nothing to do with me, but seeing you, I still can't help but bow my head with a smile..."

  Zhao Chunjia continued: "Mu Qiang is human nature."

   "But he didn't." Huang Pinghu felt a little emotional, "As a college student, doesn't he know the concept of a club in this area?

   "But when he talked to us just now, his eyes didn't change. I'm still the old man next door, and you seem to be just an old man next door who runs a bar."

  Zhao Chunjia nodded with a smile: "Dad, I also feel it when you say that, but what is his support?

   "A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers? Lin Xiaohuang, the god-sister?"

   "The heart of a child who has never experienced anything in the world." Huang Pinghu said, "or it is the youthful spirit that can ascend to the sky and take the clouds."

  Zhao Chunjia smiled and said, "You also commented on me that way back then."

   "You are different. You knew that there were tigers in the mountains, and you were reckless and inclined to go to the mountains. He is a bookish man with a comfortable future."

   "Anyway, I believe in myself." Zhao Chunjia smiled.

   "That's true."

  The two were chatting when Zhao Chunjia received a call from his wife Huang Lingyan.

   "Hey, Swallow, what's the matter?"

  Huang Lingyan's cry came from the phone: "You and my dad come back quickly, something happened to Bai Yu."

  Zhao Chunjia's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

   "Come back and see for yourself! At the beginning I said I wouldn't let her practice martial arts, but you and my dad insisted on letting her practice. What kind of martial arts do you think a girl can practice?"

   "Is she injured?" Zhao Chunjia's tone became tense.

   "Come back soon, my daughter is stupid..." Huang Lingyan cried.

   "Okay, wait at home and return right away."

  Zhao Chunjia got up quickly, and said to his father-in-law: "Baiyu must have become obsessed with martial arts, and Yanzi is crying."

  Huang Pinghu nodded and said, "Let's go back and ask someone to invite her master."

"Um."

   The two said, and left in a hurry.

  When I got home, I found that Gong Xuanzhu was already there.

   "What's wrong with Bai Yu?" Zhao Chunjia didn't have time to say hello.

   "Deranged." Gong Xuanzhu said calmly.

  Zhao Chunjia saw her daughter sitting on the sofa talking to herself, making gestures with her hands from time to time, sometimes frowning and thinking, sometimes smiling, as if she got something.

   Huang Lingyan sat beside her tearfully, trying to comfort her.

   "Master Gong, how do we deal with this?" Zhao Chunjia asked.

   "There are two methods, one is to 'wake her up', otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted, and her martial arts path will come to an end;

"Another way is to let her break through the barrier and get out of the confusion. As long as she can pass this barrier this time, all the benefits she will get will be her own. Needless to say, she will go further in terms of skill, and she will also complete the quality in terms of state of mind. transformation."

  Gong Xuanzhu is seventy-five years old this year. There are a few obvious wrinkles on his face, but he doesn't look old. His eyes are bright, his body is upright, and his spirit is hale and hearty.

   "Then wake her up quickly, we won't practice anymore." Huang Lingyan said anxiously.

  Zhao Chunjia showed hesitation, he heard his tendency from Gong Xuanzhu's words, and asked: "What if she can't break through? Will it hurt her?"

  Gong Xuanzhu said: "From the first day you sent her to learn martial arts, I told you that learning martial arts is very hard and dangerous."

  Zhao Chunjia was about to speak, but Huang Pinghu said: "Give her another three days."

  Huang Lingyan called out: "Dad!"

  Huang Pinghu raised his hand to stop his daughter: "She is just fascinated, not stupid. If we stop her now, she will really become stupid in the future and lose the greatest joy in life."

"But…"

  Huang Pinghu said: "Do you still remember how you recited English desperately during the college entrance examination?

   "If your mother and I stopped you and told you to give up because of distress, what do you think will happen to you later?

   "Be grateful to us, or understand but regret for life?"

  Huang Lingyan couldn't answer: "But Baiyu..."

  Huang Pinghu waved his hand and asked, "You can think about it this way. Now let you and Chunjia sell all the business in Zhonghai, and then go back to Huai to settle down. Do you agree?"

  Huang Lingyan was confused: "Dad, what do you mean?"

   "What I mean is that each of us is living in a maze without realizing it," Huang Pinghu said firmly, "Don't worry, Baiyu is fine, she is braver than we imagined."

  Zhao Chunjia was relieved to see his father-in-law's tone was affirmative, and said, "Swallow, let's do what Dad and Master Gong said, and give Baiyu three more days."

  Huang Lingyan was still talking, when she suddenly heard Zhao Baiyu say: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

   "Baiyu, you..." Huang Lingyan was inexplicably surprised.

   "I'm fine," Zhao Baiyu hugged his mother first, then stood up, called Master first, and then walked up to Grandpa, "Grandpa."

  Although he seems to have returned to normal, the seriousness of his expression is still obvious, and his eyes don't have the aura of the past.

  Huang Pinghu nodded with a smile, and patted her on the head lightly.

   "Bai Yu, how much have you figured out?" Gong Xuanzhu asked suddenly.

"half."

   "Not bad." Gong Xuanzhu nodded in relief.

   "Master, Grandpa, Dad, Mom, I have a competition tomorrow, and I have to go back to school later."

   "I asked for leave for you, and I told the school later that we won't go to the competition, just as your grandfather and your master are here..."

   "Mom, I'm going to compete!" Zhao Baiyu insisted, "I have an intuition that this competition will give me some inspiration."

  Gong Xuanzhu heard the words, his eyes lit up, and said: "Then continue to participate."

  When people are fascinated by certain things, there will be a moment of blessing to the soul, and before that, there will be a sudden intuition that will give you some hints and guidance.

  If it is explained in a scientific way, it may be the subconscious calculation and deduction made by some undeveloped cells of the brain, or the sixth sense.

  If it is explained in an unscientific way, it means that everything is somehow related.

   "Go and participate." Huang Pinghu said, "Maybe the opportunity to break through is there. University is a place where crouching tigers hide dragons."

  …

   "University is a place where crouching tigers hide dragons. Who knows which martial arts family's genius children, or some famous master's apprentices, you will meet. You must keep a low profile."

  China Hai Maritime University, Xun Liangping, a freshman majoring in transportation engineering, confessed his petty thoughts to his senior brother Chang Huan who came to Zhonghai from Pengcheng to see him.

  He signed up for this year's "Freshman Matching Competition", but during the school's selection, he intentionally concealed his strength and was barely selected as the third place.

   "Since you choose to keep a low profile, what ranking are you planning to win in this competition?" Chang Huan asked.

  He is relatively clear about the talent and strength of this junior brother. No matter the index finger or the wooden dummy, he is already very proficient, and the actual combat is even more extraordinary.

   "Which number can I get?"

   "You mean, the official competition is strict?"

   "Strive for a small victory in every game." Xun Liangping's words seemed to be joking, but he was very confident.

  Chang Huan nodded, and said: "In the past, you always felt that among the senior brothers, your opponent was only me. Now that you leave the division, you will find that your opponent is still only me."

  Xun Liangping pursed his lips and asked, "So senior brother, what are you doing in Zhonghai? Don't say it's to watch my competition."

  Chang Huan said: "I heard that the number one person in East China of Wing Chun is in Zhonghai, come here for a while, and take a look at you."

  Chang Huan is exactly the No. 1 Wing Chun person in South China "Wing Chun-Chang Huan" in Zhang Xianger's group.

   "Brother, I find that you are really flamboyant now, and you are always the number one person in XX. There are countless hidden masters in this world, so can't you keep a low profile?"

   "Dissatisfied, practice?"

   "Brother, you are the number one person in Wing Chun in China!"

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  (end of this chapter)