"Shitou, Shitou, the guards over there are fighting with our soldiers. Follow me!" Soldier Cai Long hurried over and shouted to Shi Hao. Cai Long was short and sturdy, a well-known sharpshooter in the regiment. He was usually very steady, but at this moment, he seemed to be on fire.
"What happened? Who beat whom? How many people were involved in the fight? Have the regiment commander and Team Leader Ji been notified?" Shi Hao hurriedly called a few soldiers to follow, and followed Cai Long to the playground.
"There aren't many people. It's just Ji Yijun who's fighting with our guys. Oh, they're fighting in a ring." Cai Long explained, "The regiment commander and Instructor Ji went out of the school to check the surrounding terrain, so he started the fight."
"What? What arena? Explain clearly."
"After lunch, everyone was resting and preparing for afternoon training. That guy came over to provoke us as if he had taken the wrong medicine. We would shoot whatever he said, and we are nothing without guns. He also said that if we have the ability, we can show our skills and compete, and those who dare not compete are cowards." Cai Long said angrily, "He also said that he has set up the ring, and we can take turns or go up together. Let's see if we have the ability in the ring."
"He said to beat him, and you beat him? He's just a rough student, and that's all you can do?" Shi Hao felt furious after hearing what happened.
Cai Long scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "There are still a lot of people around. Many beautiful girls are watching from the sidelines. No one wants to give in!"
Shi Hao slapped the soldier on the head and spat, "That's all you can do!"
When Shi Hao ran to the playground, there was already a huge crowd of people there. Shi Hao could hear the bang bang of sticks clashing from outside the crowd, and there were people cheering, and it was mostly the voices of little girls.
“So cool!”
"Come on, Xiaojun!"
"Junjun, I love you!"
"Wow, that punch is so powerful, we support you!"
Shi Hao looked back at Cai Long and angrily said, "Why are all of you taking sides and only cheering him on? Where is the close relationship between the military and the people?"
The other party said helplessly, "Shitou, you really don't understand the situation. Ji Yijun is now the most popular school idol. He is handsome, knows kung fu, and has no girlfriend. Even if he raises his chin and ignores people, there are still girls rushing to him. Usually, there are female spectators and female fans during training. In this situation today, he only needs to show his face under the girls' dormitory, and the group of cheerleaders will come."
Shi Hao pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the middle with a few soldiers. He was so angry that his nose was crooked. He saw that a five or six meter square field was marked out in the middle of the field. Ji Yijun was fighting with three soldiers with a wooden stick. The sticks in the hands of the three soldiers seemed to be tied by invisible ropes. Ji Yijun easily led them back and forth. They had almost no power to fight back. Instead, they kept stumbling into each other as if they were drunk. There were five or six more soldiers off the field, either holding their legs or covering their waists, groaning "ouch, ouch".
When Ji Yijun saw Shi Hao and his group coming, he seemed to have lost his patience to continue fighting. He moved very quickly, hitting several opponents with the stick again and again. In less than ten seconds, those people could not hold on and fell down screaming. The surrounding fans immediately cheered.
"Hey, isn't this Shi Hao? You want to try your hand on my stage too? Come on!" Ji Yijun put the stick on his shoulder and looked at Shi Hao provocatively.
Shi Hao didn't respond, and asked with a sullen face: "What are you doing? Are you fighting privately?"
"How can you say that! This is both communication and practice. What's the point of practicing martial arts just by practicing the postures? It won't work without practice." He poked the stick with the tip of the stick, and a stick on the ground flew towards Shi Hao.
Seeing Shi Hao grab the stick, Ji Yijun grinned and said, "Come on. Don't let everyone think that there is no one in the army."
Shi Hao's heart was filled with anger. He felt that he had no way out, so he picked up a stick and rushed directly towards Ji Yijun.
As soon as the two sticks met, Shi Hao's heart sank. It's not like he had never fought with Ji Yijun before. At that time, he was able to withstand 20 to 30 moves from Ji Yijun, and if he tried his best, he could hold out longer. But today, as soon as they fought, he felt something was wrong. Ji Yijun's stick was not only more powerful and faster, but also had a sticky force. His stick was almost carried by him, and when it stuck to the extreme, it generated a collapsing force, and the stick was quickly bounced away, causing his palm to go numb.
How could this guy be so powerful! Shi Hao tried his best, but still felt that the situation was firmly controlled by the opponent. He could tell from Ji Yijun's calm look that the opponent was still the same as before, not using his full strength at all, just like playing a game.
"Some people think that internal martial arts is nothing special. That's because they have limited experience. In this world, kung fu is completely different from what it used to be." Ji Yijun said loudly while fighting.
At this time, Shi Hao had been suppressed to the point where he couldn't speak.
"Watch out!" Ji Yijun shouted. Shi Hao felt his hand lighten, and the stick disappeared. Then Ji Yijun's stick head trembled, and he hit his shoulders and the outside of his legs. Shi Hao felt a sharp soreness and numbness coming from his hands and feet. He screamed "Ah" in pain, and he couldn't stand up anymore, and fell to the ground.
Shi Hao tried to speak, but a burning heat seemed to be running through his hands and legs, making him almost unable to think in pain.
He could only see with his peripheral vision that Cai Long and the remaining fighters also rushed forward, but were knocked to the ground without any suspense. After a while, he vaguely heard Ji Yijun's voice again: "Okay, let's stop today's martial arts exchange. It seems that you don't have to train this afternoon, so just have a good rest."
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The convoy was moving slowly along the country road. Xiao Chen lay in the car, looking up at the blue sky. The sky was as pure as glazed celadon. In Xiao Chen's memory, he had only seen such unobstructed beauty in Xinjiang in that world.
Does this endless sky also contain magical power
"Magic is a supernatural power that exists with God."
"Magic words are the words used by gods to write the ultimate truth of magic."
"Magic is the product of the communication of mental power with nothingness."
"The introduction to magic is called 'initial spiritual awareness', also known as successful concentration of the mind, which is to sort out the disordered potential into controllable spiritual power."
"Spiritual power, also known as divine consciousness or divine thoughts, cannot be described, cannot be understood, cannot be seen, and can only be felt through meditation."
Xiao Chen pondered over the various answers that Morey had told him about magic, but the more he thought about it, the more questions he came up with.
What does it mean to be with God? Magic is real, but God is only an ancient legend. Morey said that the only true God is the God of Nature, but he has been sleeping since ancient times and has never appeared or descended again. Only the Temple of Nature occasionally conveys oracles. What is the relationship between such a God and magic
Why are magic words written in Chinese characters? Why do we use small seal characters when writing magic circles? It is said that magic words carry God's curse on pagans and false believers, and only the most determined believers are qualified to use them. Then why can I use magic? And why would the gods who have existed since ancient times write ancient Chinese characters and choose them to carry power
How does power come from nothingness? Xiao Chen clearly remembered that the water and fire in the scroll came from an unknown source. Could it be that magic power is some kind of free energy that exists in space
The spiritual power cannot see, but why can I see such a real and grand world in meditation? What is the Dream Tower mentioned in "The Shadow of the Sea of Consciousness"
More and more questions troubled Xiao Chen. He pondered and pondered until he fell asleep.
The singing echoed in his ears, and Xiao Chen slowly woke up. It turned out that Li Tianrui and several other soldiers and two boys from the business group were singing. It was almost dusk, and they were walking through a small forest. Xiao Chen listened to everyone singing quietly. After the boys and soldiers had sung, they urged Chen Hansheng and Luo Ling to sing.
Chen Hansheng sang a very old song "Bloodstained Style", and Luo Ling also sang "The First Dream" openly. Even Xi Luo and several drivers who didn't understand the lyrics cheered loudly.
Xiao Chen found that a person can be seen more or less from his songs. Songs are not as concealed as words, but more real. Lao Chen was on the battlefield during the border war in the late 1980s. The song written with blood is truly his song. Luo Ling really has an uneasy heart, but I don't know what her "original dream" is? Can it be realized here
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Suddenly, a Spanish voice came from the forest, dispelling Xiao Chen's reverie. Everyone in the convoy suddenly became nervous. The drivers stopped the carriages, the soldiers raised their guns, and Xiao Chen also sat up and put his hand on the dagger.
There were hurried footsteps coming from a fork in the forest behind the convoy, and two men came out in a moment. They were dressed very differently. The man in front was in his early thirties, with short dark brown hair and a mustache. He looked handsome at first glance, but everything was ruined by his attire. His coat and trousers seemed to be made of colorful cloth, as bright as a parrot. He also wore a wide-brimmed hat with feathers on his head, and a flute and a short sword on his waist. He ran with his feet swaying a little, which made him look funny no matter how you looked at him.
Following behind him was a young man in his twenties with blue hair. Perhaps due to his impure bloodline, his ears were pointed and the outer corners of his eyes tilted upwards. He was half a head taller than the man in front of him, and his clothes were much simpler. In one hand he held a tattered little harp, and in the other hand he held a pole on his shoulder, with a cloth bag hanging on the other end of the pole.
"Oh, who was singing just now? The singing was really amazing. Galdo and Letona worked hard to pass through the forest and came here to cheer for her." The man in the lead chattered while running. When he ran to the front of the team, he turned his head and looked at the people in the team again and again, and finally found that there was only one woman in the team, and she was wearing a magician's robe.
"Ah. So you are a beautiful magician. Galdo salutes you." He took off his hat and bowed. "Would you like Galdo to sing a song for you and then walk with you for a while?"