"What do you say? Wanrong taught you? He knows nothing, you believe him and he talks nonsense." Chen Laoshi was surprised and found that something was wrong with Chen Zairong's right hand, and he couldn't help but scold him. In his impression, he also regarded Chen Wanrong as the rude Chen Wanrong before. It was not ordinary and difficult to make him believe that Chen Wanrong understood the principles of martial arts.

Chen Wanrong talked about Brother Long's fighting theory, which is very popular in modern society. He actually criticized him as worthless. Before he could argue, Chen Zairong defended him: "Dad, don't talk nonsense, what I said makes sense. Dad, look, I stabbed him with a sword, and it was so deep that I punched the wooden stake and flew there. In the past, I didn't dare to think about it."

Looking at the broken sword on the ground, Chen Laoshi felt distressed again: "You have lost your sword, and you are still talking to him. You have helped Zhang Blacksmith do a few days of work and he gave you. You have no sword, how can you practice sword? It's all your fault, so don't talk nonsense in the future." The last sentence was said to Chen Wanrong.

Chen Wanrong knew that he had not understood what Chen Zairong meant, so he explained to him: "Dad, Zairong means that the force of his sword is much greater than before, which means that the method I mentioned is effective."

Chen Zhen opened his mouth and said that it would be a big deal. Chen Zairong nodded in favor of Chen Wanrong's words: "Dad, you don't understand yet? The sword was broken, which means I have a lot of strength. Dad, think about it, if my sword was not stabbed on a wooden stake, but on a person, it would definitely be fatal to one sword. This is a good thing. Dad, you also said, "Brother, you don't understand martial arts, don't talk nonsense."

Chen Wang's reaction was faster than Chen Zhongshi, and he reminded him: "All right, you are so strong, you should be more careful when you take action in the future and don't have any trouble." He glanced at Chen Zhongshi who was about to speak, and Chen Zhongshi stopped talking.

"Wanrong, how long have you learned martial arts?" Chen Wangshi was a little unbelievable. She looked at Chen Wanrong, and she was still that familiar face, and there was no difference except that she was shrewd.

Chen Wanrong smiled slightly: "Mom, I don't know martial arts. I think sharp swords are always better than dull swords, because they concentrate their strength on the tip of the knife. Practicing martial arts is similar to this. You have to concentrate your strength to use them to achieve power."

You can't tell her that this is Brother Long's fighting theory, and use a vivid metaphor to make you careless. Kind deception is a good choice to solve the problem.

"A sharp knife is easier to use than a dull knife, and you have to say this? Who doesn't know?" Chen Houshi disdained Chen Wanrong's metaphor, and asked him to believe Chen Wanrong's fighting theory, which is very difficult.

Chen Wangshi immediately defended Chen Wanrong: "You know, why didn't you give me some advice to Zairong to punch the wooden stake? You know you're smart afterwards. Go and wash your face and have a meal."

"I'm too lazy to tell you." Chen Zhen took his pants to the toilet in accordance with the principle of being unable to afford to offend and being able to hide.

Chen Zairong spread his feet apart, stood up with no time, and clenched his right hand into a fist: "I'll try again."

"Stop trying, your hands are swollen." Chen Wanrong reminded Chen Zairong.

Only then did Chen Zairong notice that his fist was swollen like a bun. He shook his hands, bared his teeth, and endured the pain: "Strange things, they are all the same wooden stakes. Why did I fly so far from one but not move at all?"

As soon as he said this, Chen Wanrong also felt strange. He walked over and picked up the wooden stake that had been flying far away and understood the truth. He came back with the wooden stake and pointed at the wooden stake to explain to Chen Zairong: "Did you see it? This wooden stake is almost broken. You stabbed several swords in a row, and the fracture surface is even larger. Finally, you punched it with one punch. If you punch it, the force is too strong and the power of the countershock is too strong, your hand will be injured."

"That's right?" Chen Zairong understood the whole story and was very upset: "I'm really useless, I can't even hit wooden stakes."

These wooden stakes were used by Chen Zairong to practice martial arts. They had planted more than ten pieces, the size of the bowl. If a punch could break it, it would not be a real life. They could only exist in bragging martial arts novels. It would be great if one punch could break a wooden board about an inch thick. Chen Zairong's words were full of fantasy.

Chen Wanrong comforted him: "Another Rong, you should be satisfied with your punch being able to have such strength. Practicing martial arts is accumulating every day, not a night of hard work."

Chen Wanrong just mentioned Brother Long's fighting theory casually. Although Chen Zairong had not understood it much in such a short time, he had already shown his extraordinary talent. It was very amazing. In time, he would definitely become a master.

Chen Zairong's knot was still untied: "But I'm still useless."

"If you have to have a deep skill, you can grind an iron rod into a needle." Chen Wanrong quoted Li Bai's allusion to enlighten him.

"Grinding an iron rod into a needle? Brother, what does that mean?" Chen Zairong didn't understand. In the second year of Jingyun, Li Bai was only in his teens and his reputation was not passed down. The allusion of grinding an iron rod into a needle has not been circulated, so Chen Zairong didn't understand.

This allusion is well known. Chen Wanrong quoted it casually. After hearing what he said, he realized that it was a bit ahead of his mind. He explained it to him in another way: "It means that as long as you are willing to work hard to grind the iron pestle on the stone, grind a little today and a little tomorrow, one day it will be ground into a needle."

Chen Zairong's ability to comprehend is higher than that. Chen Wangshi was still rolling his eyes and he understood it. He was very happy: "Brother, what you said really makes sense. The key to practicing martial arts is to persist. Over time, his skills will become deeper. Brother, I understand, thank you."

Although civil and military officials have different paths, it is common to adhere to this principle. Chen Wanrong admires his understanding very much.

Chen Wangshi also understood: "Wanrong, what you said really makes sense and understands it very well. I understand it. Zairong, listen to your brother, and persevere."

"Yeah, mom!" Chen Zairong nodded in agreement.

"Wanrong, you rub your hands for Zairong. I'll go to serve the meal. It's noon if I don't eat it." Chen Wang looked at the sky and urged him to get up. The breakfast for the country people was not early, so it was even later.

When people are in the world, how can we not be stabbed? Who who practices martial arts is not injured? This medicine for treating injuries is a must. Chen Wanrong put down the basin, took a bowl into the house and scooped some of the medicinal wine out of the jar, and sat by the stove to rub Chen Zairong's hands.

Chen Wanrong used his strength very lightly, but the wound still hurts very much. Chen Zairong gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word. By the time he finished rubbing, Chen Zairong was already sweating profusely. Chen Wanrong admired his toughness of "scraping the bone to cure poison". This time, Chen Zairong didn't rest for a few days and could no longer practice martial arts.

"Are you okay? It's time to have a meal." Chen Wang brought the food to the table and urged him.

Chen Laoshi washed his face, pulled Chen Zairong and checked his injuries. Seeing that there was nothing serious, he felt relieved. He still glared at Chen Wanrong fiercely, and then sat down with a humming huff.

Which father doesn’t feel sorry for the child? Chen Laoshi is a true expression of love, and Chen Wanrong doesn’t care at all. This kind of fatherly sentiment makes people warm. I picked up a steamed bun and handed it to Chen Laoshi: “Dad, give it.”

"I don't want it!" Chen Chen hummed and said a harsh word, but his right hand stretched out his long to take the steamed buns over. The anger on his face had dissipated a lot.

Chen Zairong picked up a steamed bun and handed it to Chen Wangshi: "Mom, you are tired, eat a steamed bun."

"See what you said, how could I get tired?" Chen Wangshi smiled so much that she had only a small gap left in her eyes. She didn't say it, but was singing it, and took it over.

Chen Wanrong was about to get the steamed buns, but Chen Zairong had already picked up one and handed it to him: "Brother, give it to me."

"I'll do it myself." Chen Wanrong imitated Chen Laoshi's words and took it.

Although steamed buns, pickles, and porridge are very light, the family gathers and eats together, and the atmosphere is warm and warm.

After breakfast, Chen Wanrong and Chen Zairong helped to clean up the dishes. Chen Laoshi took a bowl of water and was about to go out of the house to rinse his mouth. As soon as he left the house, he was very surprised to hear a voice coming in: "Oh, Boss Li, what wind has blown your distinguished guest?"

Li Qingquan's kind voice came from afar: "Mr. Chen, it's already. You are so serious. You are not a distinguished guest. They are all from fellow villagers. Come and visit us."

"Boss Li, what are he here to do?" Chen Wang, who cleaned up the pots and bowls with Chen Wanrong, asked softly.

Her question Chen Zhen asked: "Boss Li, please sit in the house. Boss Li, are you going to buy again? Today, I have raised the price of this bucket, and I will cost 120 cents per person, so I won't do it if I have less."

It was originally a price of 120 cents, but Li Qingquan had to be 80 cents. If Chen Wanrong hadn't raised the price again, how could he say this? He was very confident in saying this, as if he had raised the price of the barrel.

"Mr. Chen, I'm still enough for the bucket. I'm here to find Wanrong." Li Qingquan's answer disappointed him.

"Are you looking for Wanrong? Did he cause trouble?" Chen Laoshi was very confused and subconsciously regarded Chen Wanrong as the one Chen Wanrong before, thinking how could Li Qingquan, such a dull person, look for him, unless something happened.

Li Qingquan's kind laughter sounded again, full of praise: "Mr. Chen, look at what you said, how could Wanrong be so smart, cause trouble?"
Chapter completed!