Nightfall
Everyone in the barracks had turned off the lights and went to sleep. No one said anything. Everyone was reminiscing about the arm wrestling match between the two people just now, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.
After the competition just now, everyone was very shocked and shocked by the strength shown by the dark boy and the young master. They couldn't understand how two babies who had not yet grown up could have such great strength. How could they be so strong? The older one even complained in his heart, and couldn't help but have a little self-doubt. Compared with these two comrades who were younger than his own son, could it be that his food for the past few decades had been in vain, and he had lived to his full age? On the dog. The more I think about it, the more incredible I find these two dolls to be. It seems that I really can’t underestimate people in the future.
On the other hand, the uncontrollable excitement in the young master's heart was obvious. He recalled the thrilling competition just now, and he still had lingering fears after so long. Fortunately, this dark guy was quite reliable, and the results of the competition were not bad. Yes, otherwise the life in the future will be difficult, and you will inevitably be laughed at by these people. Bragging is very looked down upon in the military. As for the little episode that occurred during the competition, it should not be a big deal.
Relatively speaking, the dark-skinned boy as the protagonist was not so excited. The result of the competition was roughly the same as what he had calculated in advance. It was just that in the last round, the traces of hot air coming from the blacksmith's hand surprised him. . Although the two people played an ordinary arm wrestling game among ordinary people in the city, it was not like a fist and kick contest between brothers in a sect, nor was it like a knife and gun fight between soldiers, the competition in the last game was far from ordinary people. It's as simple as it seems. Master Yang had previously warned them to be low-key, which seems to make sense. They should still be cautious when traveling in the world. You don’t know which person is acting like a fox and pretending to be a tiger, and which person is pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. Go cry.
The result of the competition between the two just now was a draw. The blacksmith won the first game first, and Wang Erxiao won the second game. In the third game, the two people were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally, under the persuasion of everyone, it ended in a draw. Of course, Can't forget the torn apart table.
In the first round, the two sides took up their postures, half squatting on the ground. The two of them stretched out their right hands and held them together, with their elbows on the table and the other hand on the edge of the table. They both looked like they were going all out. The other people stood in a circle around the two people. After both parties had adjusted their breathing, the old rake shouted "start", and the two pairs of tightly held hands exerted force at the same time, trying to knock the other party down in the shortest possible time.
The blacksmith's strength is indeed as strong as expected, and it is certainly not an illusion to be able to shoot eight bows. The swarthy boy's hand seemed to be clamped by a tong, and the force coming from the opponent's arm was surprisingly strong.
Black Doll also really surprised the blacksmith. He didn't expect that this usually silent child would have such great strength in his hands. Although his palms were not very generous, his muscles were strong, his wrists were tough, and his arms were strong. His strength is actually no worse than his own. It seems that the other party can shoot a badou bow, so it shouldn't be a big lie.
The two of them were locked in a stalemate for a while, but the blacksmith was still stronger. Slowly, the boy's arms began to tilt. It seemed that he would lose sooner or later. The young man still persisted tenaciously, and the veins on his arms were bulging out. Although he was holding on, he could not hold on and the situation was over. In the end, he was defeated under everyone's attention.
Everyone looked at this unsurprising result. Some patted the blacksmith's arm with envy, while others pinched the young man's shoulders in approval, laughing and joking. However, in their eyes, they were still a little surprised by the strength displayed by this young man. He could follow suit. After a while of playing, the blacksmith was already stronger than most people in this room.
"Are you coming yet?"
The old rake asked the swarthy boy, and the young master couldn't help it. The defeat in the first game was not a good sign for them. He also thought that the opponent might underestimate the enemy because they were young, but he didn't want them to go all out. My own plan to take advantage of the loophole has been ruined. The chances of winning the next two games may not be good. After all, the opponent is a seasoned blacksmith. I may have used the most effort in the first game. The momentum of the latter two games is up. Already weak.
The dark-skinned boy did not say a word, neither sad nor happy. He moved his palms and knuckles, thinking about the competition just now. He lost the first game, so he should not be unjust. He underestimated his opponent, yes, he was the one who underestimated his opponent.
Of course, in the game just now, he also put in a lot of effort and did not hide it. He also wanted to give the opponent a blow, win the jackpot, and gain morale, so that he could build momentum later. But he made a miscalculation. The opponent was an opponent just like him. His fault lay in the miscalculation. He also wanted to defeat his opponent as soon as possible.
The two people were moving in the same direction and had the same strength. They were both in the posture of a lion fighting a rabbit. However, Wang Erxiao ignored one problem, that is, the hands of the two people were not the same size. This key detail was not calculated by the young man. The other person is an adult with big hands, and he is a blacksmith who relies on his craftsmanship. Although the hands have been polished by time for decades, they are rough, but they are wide and thick, as hard as bricks, and have stronger endurance. My hands are small, have not been tempered, and I have not adjusted the grip properly. After using both hands at the same time, my tender bones will become sore from the forceps. After being in a stalemate for a while, the little bit of pain will slowly become uncomfortable. Amplify, originally you could hold on first, not be tough, and wait for a long time to adapt to it. The other party is likely to be anxious because it is a matter of face, and it is easy to make mistakes when in a hurry. You can catch the other party's mistakes and launch a counterattack in one go, and then attack later. Had it come first, the result might have been different. It was these small calculation errors that ultimately cost me the first game.
The swarthy young man calculated these gains and losses, relieved the discomfort in his palms, listened to the old rake's question, took a few breaths to think about it, and then answered:
"I want to try again!"
"Hey, the young man is awesome, why don't you give up..."
Everyone obviously disliked this young man who refused to admit defeat, but looking back, he thought it was commendable that a young man refused to admit defeat. After all, cowards are the most despised thing.
The blacksmith was also a little surprised. It was obvious that the other party was not convinced. Of course, if he could beat him once, he would be able to beat him a second time. When the young man grows up, he will definitely not be able to win, but now, he still has a hand in dealing with this young boy. Take a hold of it, and when the baby grows up, you may have been dead for many years by then. After all, Suiyang City will not die as a soldier one day.
The two people stood up again. This time when the two people clasped their hands, the dark boy summarized the lesson just now, adjusted his palms to a better stress point, and then said to the old rake who was the referee:
"I'm ready!"
After obtaining the blacksmith's consent, the old rake shouted "start" for the second time.
The blacksmith's tactics were the same as those in the first game. He still wanted to use his maximum strength to defeat the opponent as quickly as possible. After all, he had just won the game and his momentum was at its peak. It should be easy to destroy the opponent. The result of the battle was as expected. The blacksmith gained the upper hand as soon as he exerted his strength. The swarthy boy's wrist had already been bent. Although his arm had not fallen down, it was just like the previous game. It would only be a matter of time before he was defeated.
Slowly, the blacksmith felt that something was wrong. The opponent was not as aggressive as he was at the beginning of the last game. He was just steadily resisting his own strength, but did not fight back. Maybe the baby had not grown up yet and was not fully powerful, so he lost all his strength in the last blow. It's all used up, and my persistence now is just the last bit of stubbornness.
However, as the stalemate lasted for a long time and he had already charged three times, Heiwa'er still only persisted but did not fight back. The blacksmith was a little anxious and annoyed, thinking about gathering up another wave of strength for the fourth impact. Be sure to knock the opponent down. But the fourth impulse was given, and the opponent's arm was a little crooked at first, but then slowly straightened back out. The blacksmith raised his head and looked at the young man opposite him in disbelief. The other man didn't look at him, but just buried his head, darkly On his face, there were a few drops of sweat hanging on his cheekbones that were protruding due to exertion under the oil lamp, and the lanugo hair had not yet receded.
The young man felt the opponent's strength on his hand, calculated the interval and size, and felt that the opponent's strength should be almost used up, and he could launch a counterattack. After the blacksmith charged again, he quickly adjusted his breathing a few times, began to accumulate strength in his arms, and slowly suppressed it. The blacksmith was a little confused. Why did this kid fight back? Isn't he almost unable to bear it anymore? Why are you overpowering me now? Where did he get the strength? The blacksmith's mind was full of confusion, but the force on his arm was real, and the opponent really fought back. The worst thing was that he had used up all his old strength and had no new strength. He was more than willing but not strong enough. It was not good, it was going to be worse! Sure enough, the blacksmith was clearly knocked down by the opponent under the stunned onlookers.
I lost. I lost unclearly and was very confused.
The young master excitedly hugged the swarthy boy and shouted, pinched his head and shook him vigorously, and then kissed him hard for a few times, making the black boy drool all over his face. The swarthy boy pushed the guy away in disgust. His tactics were used well. That's right, I finally defeated the powerful blacksmith, but before I could get excited, I was disturbed by my companions. It was really unlucky!
"I don't believe it, do it again!"
Obviously, the blacksmith was a little annoyed to lose to a baby with no hair. He obviously had the advantage, but he lost inexplicably. How could he win? How could he be asked to fool around in the future?
The onlookers were also confused and talked a lot. At first, they thought that the blacksmith made it deliberately so that the baby could have a step to go down. But when they saw the other party's obviously embarrassed face, they were clearly defeated. Could it be that this Are the two dolls really so powerful that they can't even defeat the blacksmith who uses Badou?
After listening to the blacksmith's words, the old rake looked at the black charcoal-headed doll with questioning eyes, a little embarrassed.
"Then try one more round."
The swarthy boy actually accepted the challenge, which was beyond the expectations of everyone present. The blacksmith originally thought that the other party would be a swindler. He was lucky enough to win a match and save face, so he refused to challenge. After all, he is a child, and everyone must settle the matter. Let him decide for himself. With a few words and a chance to win, the matter was over. Who would have thought that the other party would take over the matter without knowing what the world was up to. The young master didn’t expect that his companion would agree to come to the third game. He couldn’t figure out what kind of medicine this guy was selling. But before he could stop him, the dark-skinned boy had already come to the table again and set up his formation. A competition was inevitable. .
The two people ignored everyone's whispers and silently adjusted their states. The blacksmith had woken up from his anger. He summarized his mistakes, adjusted his mentality, and thought about how to fight this battle.
The blacksmith knew that although the child across from him was still a child, he had been learning martial arts from his master since he was a child. Moreover, he heard from them that although the two children were not as good as the delicacies of the mountains and seas and the chicken, duck, and fish that the young masters of the rich family enjoyed, they were better than the chicken, duck, and fish. Those poor people who work hard and face the loess with their backs to the sky will eat much better.
The young man who was always called the young master by the dark-skinned boy was really a young master. His family owned hundreds of acres of land. I heard they also had a mule and horse business, a wine business, and people who bought and sold. Although they were not extremely rich, they were still relatively wealthy. There are about a dozen well-known wealthy families in the village. There are three grandfathers and more than a dozen uncles in the house. The family members plus the long-term workers, there are as many as thirty or fifty families. When the farming is busy, there are also many short-term workers. I don’t have to worry about food and drink at home. The black-faced steamed buns are always enough for my family. The owner is also very kind. He eats what he eats, what his assistants eat, what his own children wear, and what the long-term worker's children wear. Although they are divided into young masters and young assistants, the way of raising them is similar to that of their nephews.
Although it is located in the countryside, the ancestors of the head of the family are still very far-sighted. Because of some industries, the family has a lot of strong laborers, and they are obedient and there are basically no cheaters. In the good times of the past hundred years, the village has If you save enough food to feed dozens of mouths for eight or nine years, it won't be a big problem. While keeping warm, they wanted their children to learn how to read and write, so that they could be more present and light up the front door. So they hired famous scholars at a high price to teach their grandchildren to read. Because the long-term workers were in good fortune and had enough food saved at home for several years, they did not rely on the labor of those little people and begged the master to let their children Go and study. It doesn't matter if the master is a good person, as long as the long-term workers can pay the teacher enough food to study, that's fine. In this way, some of the children of the master's family and some of the long-term workers all read and wrote with this teacher. The countryside is not peaceful. There are always tigers, leopards and wolves running around, and there are also those who do not follow the right path. They are either stealing people or kidnapping people, so those who have the ability will always ask some local sects to take charge. , just like asking a teacher to hire a nursing home master, he can teach you a few basic skills so that you can strengthen yourself. When you are in trouble, although you may not actually do it, at least the appearance can scare people. In many cases, it really works. The more strong people there are, the fewer the dangers. The wolves, insects, tigers and leopards will not dare to do what they did before. From time to time, he bites animals in the dark and injures people. Therefore, these children who do not have to work in the fields, in addition to eating and drinking, read, write, and practice boxing and stances on weekdays. But kids like the young master and the dark-skinned boy, who are not willing to sit down and study, are always racking their brains to fight guerrillas with the teachers, thinking of taking advantage of the opportunity to go out and have fun. But there is no way that little kids can compete with adults. Every time they are caught with whips, they are either punished with endorsements or squatting on horseback. However, the scars of the children are always healed and they forget the pain. They were punished today and disappeared tomorrow. , was caught again, and was beaten up again. Each of them has a temperament that only cares about food but not fights, and they grow up to their teens over and over again.
Dolls who don't eat enough are naturally much taller than those who don't. Therefore, although the two teenagers are only fifteen or sixteen, they are already much taller than most of their peers, and they are not much different from many adults. If not Those two faces look like young ones at first glance, and they can be considered adults by now.
For children around the age of fifteen or sixteen, many elders in the family have started planning for them to marry, so in a sense, these two teenagers have begun to be considered adults.
The blacksmith corrected his mentality and really began to examine his opponent. He moved his arms, adjusted his rhythm, and secretly made up his mind that he had to deal with it carefully this time and not rush forward. The lion and the rabbit went all out to win this round.
The swarthy boy knew his own affairs, and his victory in the second game seemed unexpected to others, but he understood that in terms of strength alone, he was sure of victory, and with proper tactics, the opponent's defeat was not unjust at all. In this way, he was very confident that he would not lose if he tried again.
The black boy is also flexing his wrists and accumulating energy. Now there is no advantage or disadvantage between the two sides in terms of momentum. The two people who have calmed down are recalculating their opponents. The previous victory and loss are no longer relevant. Now the two of them are considering this. Treat it as a real contest, and only this time, the winner will be determined.
The old rake shouted "start" for the third time!
The two people's clasped hands exerted force at the same time, but they were both under control. You didn't rush me, you didn't grab me, they held each other in a defensive battle from the beginning. The onlookers were secretly nervous and did not dare to express their anger. The Shaodong family also clenched their fists and fully supported their friends mentally. The two were in a stalemate for a long time.
Everyone could see the caution on both sides from their expressions. Their clenched hands, bulging veins, sweat on their foreheads, and the squeaking sound from their left hands clenched on the edge of the table. It seemed that they were indeed evenly matched and indistinguishable.
The stalemate was almost over, and the swarthy boy tried to exert his strength, sending all his strength to his arms little by little, and then to his wrists and then to the opponent's hands. The blacksmith felt the opponent's little increase in strength, and did not panic. As the opponent increased his strength, he began to release the force in a planned way, tilting his wrist.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
Seeing the blacksmith's slightly tilted wrist, people around him began to exclaim uncontrollably. The young master's family was also shocked and secretly happy.
The added force was removed by the opponent, and this tentative blow was useless. The blacksmith also took this opportunity to straighten his wrist again, and then applied a little more force, bending the boy's wrist. It was obvious that the blacksmith found that Learn to sell now and use Heiwa's tactics in the previous game.
"Oooooo..."
The onlookers could not help but shout softly. In the midst of everyone's exclamations, the two people went back and forth, knocking each other down several times. After a long time, the two people were still at a stalemate, and everyone gradually lost their patience. The blacksmith watched for so long and still couldn't take down the opponent. He had already mobilized all his strength.
Still not working, if he can't get a baby, how can he survive in the future? He couldn't save face anymore, so he was cruel, thinking that no one would find out, so he secretly transported some Qi from his Dantian, passed through the meridians of his upper body, transported it to his arms, and spread it to his wrists and palms. With this Qi, he Operation, the blacksmith immediately put huge pressure on the other party.
The huge force with obvious burning sensation coming from the opponent's palm made the boy's whole body feel hot, and he almost suffered a big loss. The boy couldn't understand how the opponent could exert such energy, but he still mustered up his strength. Resist, but after all, acquired nature is no match for innate nature.
Seeing that the boy was about to lose.
Of course the young man didn't want to lose. He couldn't figure out where the opponent's energy came from, and he didn't have time to think about it. He quickly took a deep breath and followed Master Nan's instructions. While continuing to control the acquired power of flesh and blood, he began to mobilize the innate true energy. . He dug his feet hard into the ground and pulled out two pieces of energy from the soil. The energy started from his feet and passed through his legs.
Wandering for the next half of the week, it turned into multiple streams of air that gathered in the chest, from the chest to the right shoulder, poured into the entire arm, and then hit the opponent through the wrist.
The blacksmith was shocked. The opponent actually sent out energy to fight back against him, and the energy seemed to be even more powerful. His own burning energy was faintly outmatched, and the arm that was overpowering the opponent was gradually pulled back, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.
The young man looked at the opponent and quickly withdrew some of his strength to keep their arms upright again. Two air currents with different attributes protected the master's arms and fought against each other. The young man had just withdrawn his energy, and the blacksmith finally calmed down in fear. You must know that the confrontation of energy just now was extremely dangerous. If the young man was a ruthless person, he could take advantage of the pain of his defeat just now. To kill, he would rush into the blacksmith's body, strangle the opponent's eight meridians, and turn the blacksmith into a cripple in a moment. But as soon as the opponent took the upper hand, he turned around. He was obviously a true gentleman. Although he was young, he had high character! The blacksmith has fallen in love with this black boy from the bottom of his heart.
The table is no better than their two bodies. In the ordinary world, a table made of hardwood is stronger than the bones of a human body. Even though the people have been buried in the soil, the table is still placed at home. It's just that the hard wooden table that rests under their arms tonight is different. The main body is being torn apart by the energy of two different attributes. There are faint signs of being overwhelmed, and it is about to fall apart. Everyone seemed to notice something unusual, but they didn't know what was unusual about it. Only the young master knew clearly that the swarthy boy had used his anger. This is very unusual. Ever since Master Yang, the enlightened boxer, taught them this guidance technique, the two of them have followed the instructions carefully and never used it to outsiders. They only used it secretly when they were sparring. The martial arts exercises also use the strength of one's own flesh and blood.
The young master was very anxious, afraid of trouble, and suddenly he had an idea and whispered a few words to the old rake. The old rake also felt that it would be harmful and unhelpful for the two sides to continue competing. Although he didn't know the inside story, if it really turned out to be good or bad, it wouldn't be good to hurt either of them. .
"Okay, okay, it's no longer interesting. Are you two planning to fight all night?"
The old rake spoke, and the onlookers also tried to persuade each other. The two people competing also understood and knew enough was enough. The swarthy boy first released part of his true energy, and the blacksmith also withdrew a bit of his true energy. The two of them slowly released their strength and slowly loosened their clasped hands.
Everyone also let out a sigh of relief and started shouting that the two of them were really powerful. It was an eye-opener today, especially for this black boy. He was born with supernatural powers at a young age. As long as he could survive, the future would be immeasurable. He might really be able to do it. A Mo Dao master.
The swarthy young man was pulled aside by the young master and asked with his eyes. The swarthy young man understood it and did not speak. He shook his head first and then nodded. The blacksmith also laughed loudly. While being flattered by everyone, he walked up to the two young men, looked at the black boy first, then looked at the young master's house, patted the black boy on the shoulder, praised the young man for being so awesome, and then patted the young master's house. , said seriously: "You are not boasting, I believe you can open eight and a half buckets."
Of course, Shaodongjia is not exaggerating. Although he can only shoot seven bows with the power of flesh and blood, if he is lucky, he can definitely shoot more than one stone.
The young master knew that the blacksmith had seen through their secrets, because in a sense, they were the same kind of people. The blacksmith turned around and patted the dark boy on the shoulder again, giving him a meaningful look, then turned around and walked back, laughing and joking with the others.
But just when everyone was moving the competition table back, something happened. The table creaked and swayed so much that it finally couldn't stand it anymore and fell apart into firewood.
Everyone was too shocked to speak, and they were even more shocked by the strength of the two blacksmiths.
It was already very dark, and everyone in the other barracks must have rested. After all, they didn’t eat enough during the day. It would be better if they fell asleep earlier, save some energy, and have a dream. The next day will soon arrive again. .
The group of people in the Young Master's barracks saw this exciting competition tonight, and they also felt rare relaxation. They played and played for a while before going to the kang to rest.
The two teenagers also lay down, each with their own thoughts and not saying a word.
Soon, snoring could be heard in the barracks, which was quite loud in this silent night.
