Chapter 4: Soft can overcome toughness

I always stay away from poets. People always have a kind of fear and rejection of things that they will never understand. Moreover, poets are full of dangers. You don’t know when they start to go crazy and use an axe to cut off others and their own heads. And they are called: I love you so much.

How good is the saying of Zhang Xiaohua, a non-famous online writer, said: It is the minimum social morality to give him a piece of brick when he meets the poet.

Fortunately, Li Bai is rather arrogant. His white hair is often scattered on his shoulders and wearing a T-shirt with white background and blue seals. He looks more like a Chinese painting. Compared to poets, I prefer Chinese painting. Now he sat with Song Qing and heard Song Qing enlighten him. Song Qing told him that there is a kind of microphone in this world. As long as he is stuck in his mouth, he can make a sound shake thousands of miles away. Li Bai touched his chin and thought, "There was such a thing on the Golden Palace back then..." His divergent thinking was very consistent with the popular yy trend nowadays. In fact, if he had such a thing to devote to Li Longji, it would be much more beneficial to his career than writing thousands of poems.

Everyone knows that the feudal emperors had civil and military officials. At that time, the two groups of civil and military officials were standing in two groups, which means there were only two rows. This was a challenge for space saving, because the person standing at the end of the team was only 108,000 miles away from the emperor, and the emperor always spoke slowly, which objectively caused many people to not hear clearly what he was saying, and you can’t say “false” to the emperor? “I can’t just kill my honey”? And you can’t ask with the people ahead: “What are the old priests living in vain?” For example, the emperor said “developing the west”, and the last person was likely to be heard as “don’t wear underwear”. Over time, such people were either exiled or beheaded, so that many ministers with bad ears sighed that “accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger” - where is this going? No one stopped me?

After Li Bai understood the function of the microphone, he stunned Song Qingwen with one sentence: "Why is this happening?"

This kind of person is the most hateful. He is more and more frustrated. He told him that he had to ask about something, thinking he was loli, and there was another problem with this kind of person. He was doing whatever he didn't let him do, except let him touch the iron. How could he know why? I don't know if he can know?

But it is indeed quite magical. Two batteries can be inserted into a barrel, which can make the sound so loud. Why is this?

Jing Ersha came over after hearing this and said mysteriously: "Because there is a villain inside..."

Li Bai immediately understood: "It was them who shouted together..."

I simply ignored them and continued to watch the competition. After the trouble of the martial arts family, the audience who had been in trouble for the past were not interested in watching other programs at all. The performance teams were really unkind. We were so proud that we could watch it. The good news was that Lin Chong said that if he continued like this, he would definitely win the first place with just 300 in the first half of the performance.

The audience had no fun and naturally focused their attention on our school flag. They were also divided into three major schools. The first school believed that there was a sunflower and two triangles on it. Although they did not understand why there was a triangle, they were very sure of the sunflower. Most of them had no imagination. Most of them were administrative personnel; the second school believed that it was Shin-chishi. They also inferred from this that our school was actually a kindergarten-like children's interest group. People who hold this idea were generally naive. All kinds of professionals have it; the third school was the mainstream school, and they believed that our local school flag was hung so high and was still randomly written and painted like that, and the conference organizing committee should be responsible...

When everyone was bored, the host walked onto the stage to the stage to report: "The following program will be performed by the Crescent Women's Bodyguard School."

The leader of the team closest to the stage said dissatisfied: "Why don't they line up?"

At this time, a long line of beautiful girls ran out of the VIP seat opposite, all wearing short skirts and half-sleeved shirts, and a gust of fragrant wind passed by. In a short while, they came to the stage. The leader was not squinting eyes, but also a beautiful girl. She smiled at the complaining man and said softly: "I'm sorry, we were already prepared when we informed us, but changing clothes took too much time...why do you guys go first?"

The man was almost blinded by the girls' white arms and legs. He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "How can you let you bask outside? It doesn't matter if we wait." As he said that, he turned around and asked his companions, "Do you think so?" But his companions had already narrowed their eyes. There was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was focusing on choosing the type they like. When he saw the leader asking questions, he nodded.

The girl smiled gently at them, and then led the team to the stage slowly. Although they were dressed lively and pretty today, the people in the audience didn't even make a fuss. People all knew that these girls were not simple. They were beaten by the female leader yesterday and were all obedient today, and more importantly, they wanted to see what else they could do.

While I was curious, I wondered, wouldn’t they even be able to turn around when they were dressed like this? And I couldn’t squint my eyes. Who would cut the bricks?

After more than a dozen girls stood up, they started punching so slowly together. I watched it for a long time, but it was slow or slow, with no strangeness at all. I pulled Lalin Chong and asked, "Is this boxing technique implicitly killing?"

Lin Chong shook his head and said, "I can't understand what they want to do either. This is just an ordinary set of Taizu long fist."

Wu Yong suddenly inserted: "Taizu Changquan is a Shaolin boxing technique."

When I looked at the old monk, I saw the old man smiling, and even the sand in his eyebrows was shaking.

The girls swung their fists and then took the sword from the assistants in the audience to draw circles. When I saw the circles, I subconsciously looked at the old Taoist. The old Taoist held the hat in his hand and patted it, happily, his expression was very ethereal and ethereal.

I blurted out: "Tai Chi Sword!" This time Lin Chong was curious: "What is Tai Chi Sword?"

I casually said, "It is a sword technique that is better than a move. After seeing whoever forgets the fastest will be better."

"Those who have never practiced can't even have a single move. Wouldn't that be the most powerful?"

I glanced at him and said disdainfully: "So you are a shooter stream, I am a stream of consciousness, not of the same level."

At this time, the girls finally started to fight, but they just stopped. This probably flattered the judge again.

Wu Yong smiled and said, "What a move Tian Ji is racing horses."

I also vaguely felt a conspiracy in it and asked, "What does it mean?"

Wu Yong habitually picked up a newspaper and sang the wind, saying, "I have always been unable to understand why they performed an extra program yesterday, thankless, and only today can I see some meaning. Yesterday's performance made people dare not underestimate them and not use them as vases, but today is the real performance."

I said, "Then wouldn't it be better for them to move yesterday's set to today?"

Wu Yong shook his head and said, "Kicking bottles and cutting bricks is too ordinary after all. It is difficult to make a splash in today's occasion. I heard from Teacher Lin that it should not be as good as the Yue Family Army's stick technique."

Lin Chong said: "It's far from comparable."

"So—" Wu Yong continued, "This is called "his lower fours and superior fours. When they appeared twice, their popularity was even better. Do you see their outfits?"

I was like a cloud of mist: "Ah, what?"

"They dress like this to remind everyone that they are females after all, and everyone should be lenient with them. This is very pleasing. Then, just in terms of performance, a group of girls can be so profound but even higher. I see this performance competition, they are determined to win."

I muttered, "I know you are a dog-headed military advisor, but do you need to think that badly?"

Of course, Wu Yong didn't hear this. He shook his head and said, "If you can defeat hardness with softness and know how to win in a low posture, the opponent is really a strong enemy, but he is really a strong enemy."

Zhao Baifang suddenly shrugged, "I have murderous intent!"

I held the telescope and looked at him. I saw a beautiful woman across the street looking at her with interest. Needless to say, I could almost see her eyes narrowed into a thin slit from her two barrels...

The girls ended the performance in a calm and gentle manner. Looking at the rostrum, several judges showed kind smiles, as if even the pain that had just been swept by the sand and dust was relieved.

On the same day, the conference ended the exhibition competition. After the judges continued to evaluate, the first place was: Crescent Women's Bodyguard School, and the second place was: Yucai Wenwu School...

Afterwards, I summarized the experience and came to the conclusion: if Xu Delongdi suggested not to take a stick at the beginning, we would not lose; if we performed with a broom, we would not lose if we removed the hook, sickle, and spear.

The most important thing is that if there was no small east wind at that time, we would not have lost. This shows that the saying that the time is not as good as the place is sometimes not so accurate.
Chapter completed!