The old residence of the Wang family.
It was late at night, and Wang Yuyang and Wang Dachun were discussing the Eighteen Chopping Techniques of Kaishan.
"Dachun, this Eighteen Chops of Kaishan has both large opening and closing, fierce cutting and sharp cutting, and also has fine points."
"This first move is to open a mountain. Hold the knife in both hands and use force in both arms. You must have the momentum to open up the world. When you encounter a mountain, you can break through the waves and move forward bravely!"
Wang Yuyang said, holding the knife in both hands, and with a soft drink, the stone table in the yard was cut in two.
Wang Dachun checked the fracture and found that it was smooth and smooth, and even the steel bars inside were broken.
"Old man, is the blade of this machete okay?" Wang Dachun looked at it and saw that there wasn't even a gap in the blade of the machete.
"Of course, this machete is made of meteorite iron. It is simply impossible to damage it with such cement and steel bars!"
Wang Yuyang handed the machete to Wang Dachun and said: "My dear grandson, come and try it!"
Wang Dachun took the machete and slashed it down, and the stone table was cut in two again.
The table was split open, but Wang Dachun's arm was numb from the shock, and his jaw was almost split open by the shock.
And the incision is not as smooth as Wang Yuyang's.
"Fuck!"
Wang Yuyang couldn't help but curse, his grandson's talent is too good, he is simply a genius!
Wang Dachun was a little dissatisfied, "Old man, why are your cuts so smooth? I'm so far behind."
Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand and knocked Wang Dachun, his beard twitching, "Just be content with what you're doing. It's your first time learning to reach this point. I guess there aren't many people in the world who can reach this level."
"Okay! Now let's learn the second pose - Wave Cutting! This pose is exactly the opposite of the first pose. You need to use gentle strength, because water is the most soft thing, so this pose requires softness to overcome hardness."
After Wang Yuyang finished speaking, he went to the kitchen and took a piece of old tofu and put it on the table, then put a chopstick on the tofu.
"You watch it!"
Wang Yuyang slashed the chopsticks in two, but the tofu remained intact.
He put away the knife and looked at Wang Dachun with a proud look on his face, "How about it? This knife is more than ten times more difficult than the one just now. If you can do it, I will call you grandpa."
Wang Yuyang is right, this knife is too difficult, and the precise control of power is simply millimeter level.
It is required to send and receive freely, which is more difficult than killing a fly with a big gun.
It is said that those masters of marksmanship can kill a fly lying on the glass with one shot, but the glass is intact.
Wang Yuyang has practiced this move for many years before he can reach where he is now.
Wang Dachun took the knife and said, "I think I might be able to do it."
The Tai Chi he practices is able to overcome hardness with softness and send and receive movements at will.
"This is impossible! I know your talent is very high, but this trick is simply impossible without several years of operation..."
As soon as Wang Yuyang finished speaking, Wang Dachun had already cut off the chopsticks on the tofu, and there was only a hair-like thin mark on the surface of the tofu.
Plop!
Wang Yuyang fell down and waved his hand tiredly, "I won't teach anymore. I'm tired. You can go back and rest!"
His grandson's talent was so shocking that he felt that he had nothing left to teach him!
"Well, old man, you should go to bed early!"
After Wang Dachun left, Wang Yuyang laughed heartily. With such a grandson, why should the Wang family be unhappy, and how could he be unhappy.
Early the next morning, Wang Dachun got up and practiced the Immortal King Fist. Every time he practiced the Immortal King Fist, he could feel his cultivation level increasing a little.
Of course, this trace is very small and most people cannot feel it at all.
But practicing again today, Wang Dachun didn't feel that his cultivation level had increased any more.
This shows that your cultivation has reached its peak, just like a cup that is full of water and there is no more water to add to it.
The only way is to increase the volume of the cup, which is the case with Wang Dachun now.
If he wanted to increase his cultivation level, he could only break through to the master level, but he always felt that there was a membrane, like a chick hatching in an egg shell. If he could not break through that membrane, he would not be able to be born.
"Is it really like what Hu Yuantu said, that we need great luck and great opportunities?"
No matter what, he was going to give it a try. Going to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association today was probably not going to go well.
After all, if he, a newcomer, takes over as the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, many people will be unconvinced.
What's more, he's so young!
But for that elusive luck, I have to fight for it.
Now Wang Dachun feels more and more that his cultivation level is not good enough and he must break through the master level.
After simply eating something, Wang Dachun went out, took a taxi and went straight to the Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
The headquarters of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association is quite impressive, located in a high-end office building.
Wang Dachun entered the office building and went to the elevator door to wait for the elevator. At this time, an old man about sixty or seventy years old came over surrounded by a group of middle-aged people.
"President Xie, I heard that Mr. Hu is going to give up the chairmanship of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association to an outsider. Let me tell you, Mr. Xie must be the president. No one else has the qualifications."
A middle-aged man was flattering him.
"That's right. Mr. Xie is highly respected and a veteran, and he has made great contributions to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. Why should he take advantage of outsiders?"
"Yes, this president must be Mr. Xie."
"We firmly disagree. Our Traditional Chinese Medicine Association is not made by Mr. Hu alone!"
A group of people gathered in front of Xie Lihua. You said something, and I flattered him with every word.
Xie Lihua felt a little proud in his heart, but remained calm on the surface, "Mr. Hu may have found a suitable candidate. I am very talented and have little knowledge. I am afraid that I will not be qualified for the job!"
"Thank you, President, for being humble. Mr. Hu has abdicated. This position of president belongs to you. We will not accept anyone else!"
"That's right, let's go find Mr. Hu to reason with us now!"
"Let's go, let's go, we won't agree!"
At this time, the elevator door opened, and Wang Dachun was the first to walk in.
Xie Lihua and others also walked in. When everyone entered the elevator, the elevator alarmed, indicating that it was overweight.
A fat middle-aged man with a big belly turned to Wang Dachun and said, "Boy, the elevator is overweight. Please step out."
Wang Dachun curled his lips, "Why? I was the first one to come in. If I want to go out, you have to go out. You are the last one to come in."
The fat man curled his lips and said, "Boy, do you know how to respect the old and love the young? You are the only young person in this elevator. If you don't get out, who will get out?"
"Who are you? You're a food delivery guy. Are you here to compete with us for the elevator?"
"That's it, hurry up, don't waste time, take the freight elevator to deliver food, really."
This group of people aimed their guns at Wang Dachun. Seeing that he was plainly dressed and young, they regarded him as a delivery boy.
