Chapter 100 Small Conflict
Chapter 100 Small Conflict
"Uncle, are you here as a guest?"
Zhou You looked the old man up and down. He had such a versatile temperament that he could be a shop accountant or a private school teacher.
The Zeng family has a long tradition of Confucianism, and many scholars often come to seek advice and absorb the literary atmosphere.
Considering that the open room is near the door and is a busy place, the old man must be one of the many unknown visitors.
The old man was stunned at first, then nodded desperately, "Yes, I'm here to visit Zeng Molin, ahem, Mr. Wushui."
Uh……
Fortunately, no one cared about the name he called.
The old man squeezed in next to Zhou You, leaned close to a picture of orchid on the wall, and buried his head in looking at the seal.
"As the saying goes, calligraphy and painting are as soft as cotton, while carving metal and stone is as hard as steel."
"In stone carving, every stroke requires great skill. If there is even the slightest bit of shallowness, the carving will be a sign of weakness and embarrassment."
"Look, well, don't look at the calligraphy or the painting, focus on the edges and the spirit of the seal."
The old man nodded repeatedly after hearing this, his eyes narrowed into two chrysanthemums.
Zhou You's knowledge of seal script was barely enough to translate the inscription on the bell, but it was a bit difficult to use it to comment on it.
However, the clumsiness in his words sounded like undisguised sincerity from the bottom of his heart to the old man.
Besides, he has the advantage of being a warrior, so the other party won’t care even if he says something wrong.
Zhou You looked at all the seals and suddenly noticed that they were all signed by one person... Wu Shui.
"What is Wushui?"
"Zeng Molin calls himself Mr. Wushui, and these are his private seals."
The old man concluded, "Everything hanging on the wall is his work."
Zhou You was startled and just spoke freely, thus offending the owner of the house.
More exciting things are yet to come...
"Young man, from what you said, Zeng Molin is just a name. I don't plan to meet him."
After hearing this, the old man bowed heavily to Zhou You and said, "Goodbye!"
Because of his few words, the visitor actually turned around and left, and did not continue to visit Master Zeng.
Zhou You was quick to grab the old man and said, "Stop it, we're already here."
"Seeing his calligraphy and paintings is like seeing him in person. I think hearing about him is not as good as meeting him in person."
The old man patted Zhou You's hands, thought for a while, and took out a book from his arms.
"This is a book of seal script notes for you. From what you just said, I can tell that you have some basic knowledge of seal script, but not in-depth enough. Please read it more."
After saying that, the old man walked out of the open room with small steps and disappeared behind the semicircular side door.
He walked all the way to the front hall and was about to go out when he heard the surprised voice of the maid behind him, "The master is back."
The old man turned around with a smile and said, "Dujuan, why are you here if you are not entertaining guests in the back house?"
It turned out that the old man was the owner of the house, Zeng Molin, respectfully known as Master Zeng in the city.
He just played a trick on Zhou You on purpose.
"Master, the young lady's friend is here, I am entertaining her followers."
"Oh, then please treat me well. I'm going to come back to get something and leave now."
Dujuan watched the master leave, wondering how outsiders could have imagined that her master was not a stuffy old pedant, but rather a kind elder with a free and easy nature.
Open room...
Zhou You drank the tea in one gulp, and heard Shen Sanhe's constant ridicule in his ears.
"Zhou You, you are very capable. You politely sent the person away."
"You even devalued Master Zeng's calligraphy. Is there anything else you dare not do?"
"Just wait, young lady, go back and tell the owner, you will have something to worry about."
The other two apprentices also felt that Zhou You was going too far.
They were there as the young lady's bodyguards, and to be precise, they were not even guests, so what qualifications did they have to comment?
Boom!
The empty teacup was placed on the table, making quite a noise.
Zhou You stood up and hooked his finger at Shen Sanhe, "Come?" Seeing that the other party didn't understand, he said, "Dujuan has a regular schedule for refilling tea, and comes every other cup of tea."
"During this time, let's have a discussion and give your mouth a rest."
Shen Sanhe's face turned red when he heard this. Without saying a word, he walked out of the open room and jumped down to the spacious flat ground.
He tightened his belt and rolled up his sleeves. "Zhou You, I'll let you know that for those of us who practice martial arts, what's the point of reading and learning? In the end, we still have to speak with our fists."
He is a farmer's son, with strong hands and feet, firm muscles and bones, and a very solid foundation in boxing.
This is also a common characteristic of apprentices who come from farm families. Due to their poor family background, they can only have a way out by working hard to learn boxing.
"Tiger Shock Wind!"
Shen Sanhe pounced forward, his limbs wrapped in a gust of wind that swept across like an iron pillar.
It was so immersive that it was difficult to even open your mouth to breathe, and there was murderous intent all around.
As an apprentice of medium strength, he practiced boxing diligently and was guided by Zhong Shaoying. He was also a leader among his peers.
Among the four apprentices sent to protect Wang Yan this time, Shen Sanhe considers himself to be the strongest one.
Zhou You and he were born incompatible because they were in different camps, and he also looked down on young people from ordinary families.
According to Zhong Shaoying, the young men in the city are slick and mercenary by nature, afraid of death, and forgetful of principles when they see profit. They are not the same kind of people as them.
He was very upset by Zhou You's comments on calligraphy and painting today, and had long wanted to teach him a lesson.
He knew that Zhou You was rewarded with the Triple Technique by the gym owner, and he also had a unique skill to match it.
Zhong Shaoying is good at leg techniques, and he combined the Black Tiger Heart-Ripping Kick and the Tiger Tail Kick into one style, named...The Heart-Ridging Kick.
The heart-piercing kick is extremely powerful. When it hits, it will shatter the sternum and crush the internal organs. It is a sure-kill move.
Zhong Shaoying passed this heart-piercing kick to Shen Sanhe, who has been practicing it for five or six years.
Hu Jingfeng was just a cover to conceal the real purpose, and to attack the enemy by surprise and win with one strike.
……
Shen Sanhe’s strategy was not wrong, but his opponent was Zhou You.
The tip of the wind blew up Zhou You's hair, and he reacted immediately, using Qinggong to fix it at level 2.
At a speed of 100 or 5 seconds for 6 meters, it broke through the air barrier with a whoosh.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhou You's back turned into a casual stroke in an ink painting, passing by like a residual shadow.
Perfectly avoid all attack forces and attack the opponent's weakest angle.
"A heart-warming kick!"
Shen Sanhe's Tiger Shock Wind failed, the hairs all over his body stood up, he fell back suddenly, and his right leg kicked out like lightning.
The kick was fast and fierce, with a tricky angle and vicious force.
In the past, this move could create a bloody hole in the enemy's body.
But this time it failed...
Zhou You's body movements were so fast that he easily avoided the attack range of the piercing kick and went behind Shen Sanhe.
Do I need to use the Wind Chasing Triple Technique to deal with you?
Zhou You broke his leg bone with one elbow, and Shen Sanhe fainted from the excruciating pain.
The whole process took only three or two rounds to decide the winner.
"You two, can't you see he has heatstroke? Hurry up and take him inside to rest."
Zhou You's words were like a whip, waking up the two dazed apprentices. They raised their heads and feet and carried the unconscious Shen Sanhe into the open room, poured water on him, fanned him, and pinched his Ren Zhong point.
"Brother Zhou, come and have some tea."
After a while, Du Juan came to refill the tea. Seeing the unconscious Shen Sanhe, she was a little surprised and asked in a low voice, "What happened to him?"
"My foot slipped and I accidentally fell."
Zhou You picked up the tea and savored it carefully.
At least from this moment on, the other party knows who is the boss.
(End of this chapter)