"Are you Zhao Lin?"
In the courtyard, under the banyan tree and on the rock.
Sitting upright was a bald man wearing a crimson robe. He looked about forty years old and was of medium height but with broad shoulders, giving him the impression of being very tall.
When the bald man saw Zhao Lin coming in, he asked proactively without waiting for him to speak.
The voice is rich, powerful, and full of energy.
"This is President Yang." Hu Xuancheng reminded.
"Disciple Zhao Lin, I have met Dean Yang."
While Zhao Lin saluted, he quickly glanced at Yang Lin's face.
Yang Lin has thick eyebrows and round eyes, a mustache with an upward tilt at the end, and a shiny bald head.
The whole person feels very oppressive, like a villain coming out of a painting or calligraphy.
Zhao Lin had heard about Yang Lin's deeds and knew that this man was not a simple person.
Yang Lin was gifted with extraordinary talents and aggressive temperament since he was a child. He became the chief disciple of the inner court at the age of twenty-two.
I have participated in three martial arts competitions in total. I entered the top eight for the first time and reached the semi-finals the next two times. The record is the best in the past 50 years of the Dai Viet Dynasty.
With this merit, he was awarded the title of "Martial Lord" in Dayue. It is said that he also has a fief in Yanzhou.
Originally, he only pursued martial arts and ignored sect affairs.
However, due to the poor performance of the Xingyun Sect in martial arts competitions in recent years, he stepped forward to serve as the head of the inner court after repeated requests from the leader.
In addition to Yang Lin, there are three other teachers in the courtyard, named Liu Shengnian, Zhou Qing and Wei Hong, all aged between thirty and forty.
After Hu Xuancheng’s introduction, Zhao Lin stepped forward to greet them one by one.
"I've heard everything about you. Your talent is very good."
Yang Lin nodded slightly, "Let me ask you a question, do you know why many peerless geniuses are not as successful as those with average talent?"
"It's often said that it's small, and big may not necessarily be good."
Zhao Lin should have said "I don't know," but he was not prepared to answer that way. After thinking about it for a moment, he said, "I know a thing or two."
"oh."
Yang Lin raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's talk about it."
Zhao Lin thought about it and said: "There are three reasons. The first is because of pride. People with excellent talents can learn everything faster than others. What others can master after ten days of practice, he can master it in three days."
"In order to show that he is different, he will never practice an extra day, just to show that he is better than others."
Yang Lin nodded, "Go on."
Zhao Lin continued: "The second is that there is no longevity. Whether it is studying literature or practicing martial arts, the most important thing is to have perseverance and not be afraid of hardship."
"But because talented people learn everything quickly and have never experienced long-term persistence, it is difficult for them to set their minds and focus on one thing."
"Third, he likes to be opportunistic. Because he is smart, he likes to take shortcuts. Unfortunately, there are no shortcuts on the road. In the long run, it is not as good as those who walk step by step."
Hu Xuancheng glanced at Zhao Lin in surprise, not expecting him to be able to say such a truth.
Little did he know that these were all experiences that Zhao Lin had summed up from his previous life, which is why although he had the spirit beast map, he would never relax his demands on himself and practice day after day.
Yang Lin praised: "Since you understand everything, I won't talk to you about big things. I hope you can do what you say and not make these mistakes."
"In recent years, Dai Viet's performance in martial arts competitions has been beyond description, and the Xingyun Sect is not much better. Something must change!"
"Although I have participated in three competitions, I have never won the first place. I have always felt deeply regretful. I hope someone can fulfill my long-cherished wish."
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Lin with burning eyes.
"Disciples do their best."
"It's not about trying your best, it's about trying your best!"
"yes."
Yang Lin smiled heartily, stood up and said, "Hearing is false, seeing is believing. Let me see how far you have practiced now."
After speaking, he strode out of Hongrong Pavilion and led everyone to the inner campus.
Under the corridor in the northwest corner of the school grounds, there is a large eight-legged cauldron.
The body of the tripod is completely black, with a thick iron foot growing out of the front, back, left, right and four corners, which are inserted deep into the ground.
There is an iron stele erected in the middle of the eight-legged tripod. The iron stele is wrapped in thick animal skin and looks like it is used for hitting.
Zhao Lin came closer with the others, looked carefully, and found a three-foot-long crystal pillar above the eight-legged tripod.
What's interesting is that there are scales marked on the crystal column, and there is a ball at the bottom, which contains a ball of silver liquid.
Looks like a large thermometer.
"Do you know what this is?"
Seeing Zhao Lin's confused look, Hu Xuancheng asked with a smile.
"Looks like a boxing target."
Zhao Lin guessed.
"Yes, but this is no ordinary boxing target. It can also measure punching power."
Hu Xuancheng explained: "Hitting your fist on the iron monument will vibrate the mercury in the crystal column. The harder the punch, the higher the mercury will be aroused."
"From this we can estimate the strength of the punch."
As he spoke, he walked up to the Eight-Legged Cauldron and punched him casually.
The eight-legged tripod made a low sound, and the mercury in the transparent crystal column surged upwards until it reached the seventy-three mark on the scale.
After a while, the mercury flows back to the bottom.
At this time, Yang Lin said: "Martial arts has evolved so far, and it has changed a lot, but it remains true to its origins. What determines strength is strength, speed, skills and techniques."
"Strength is particularly important in martial arts competitions. Do you know why?"
Zhao Lin thought for a while and replied: "One effort can defeat ten levels. If you have great strength, you will not suffer any loss."
Yang Lin chuckled, "That's right, but there is another reason. Strength determines your ranking in the martial arts competition!"
Then he glanced at Hu Xuancheng.
Hu Xuancheng immediately understood and said: "There are hundreds of participants in each Wuchao competition, with high and low strength. If we directly compete in groups, the strength of the groups is likely to be uneven."
"For example, if you happen to put the strongest people into a group, some groups are all mediocre people. The result is that the weak will be promoted and the strong will be eliminated, which is naturally very unfair."
"So before the real competition, a strength test must be conducted, and then ranked according to the results, and divided into strong and weak groups."
"Although strength does not completely represent strength, the two are related, which is more fair than relying on age or drawing lots, right?"
"That's the truth." Zhao Lin agreed.
In fact, he understood as soon as he heard it. This was very similar to the cup competition in the previous life. The rankings were determined before the game, and some "seeded" players were also set up to prevent two high-ranking players from meeting prematurely due to the accidental factors of the draw.
It seems that strength does matter.
Yang Lin responded: "In the past, we only focused on actual combat ability. Little did we know that if our strength was not enough, our ranking would be low, and we would have to compete with strong opponents all the way. We would suffer a lot in the competition."
Having said this, he looked at Zhao Lin and said, "Try punching me and see how powerful your punch is."
(End of chapter)
