Chapter 55: Chicken Feathers
As soon as he heard the strength, Wang Biao, who had been standing behind, couldn't hold back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Burst!
"How strong are you competing with us?" Wang Biao looked at others left and right as if he had heard a joke, and laughed extremely happily. "Well, we don't have anything to say. Are you going to wrestle or move rocks? Whatever you want. Haha......"
Yin Fusheng turned around and smiled: "It's not moving stones, it's not wrestling." I compare with you. β
"Throwable?"
"For things of the same weight, see who throws high, throws far, and throws out a long distance."
Everyone was stunned for a few seconds, and Wang Biao said disdainfully: "Throw something? Hehe, no matter how heavy, as long as it is in my hands, keep it the farthest. What to throw, you say! β
"Okay, let's compare and throw chicken feathers."
Feather?!
As soon as he heard such a thing, the officials in the hall knew Yin Fusheng's intentions. The lighter the thing, the harder it is to throw away, and most people know this truth.
"Ge Lao, what kind of strength is he compared to. It's clear to be tricky. Jin Zhijun said.
Ye Xianggao was silent, thinking in his heart whether to compare like this.
At this time, Shi Jikai spoke: "In Jin Langzhong, the height of the parabolic object is higher than the distance, of course, it is a competition. It's just a lighter thing. I don't know, how can this chicken feather be thrown far away? β
A few words aroused Ye Xianggao's curiosity, "Well, the old man is also quite curious, let's take a look." β
Jin Zhijun could only nod his head, the elder wanted to see it, so what else did he say, so he immediately ordered to go down and prepare chicken feathers.
After a while, more than a dozen half-finger-long white chicken feathers appeared in front of Yin Fusheng and others.
Fourteen people stood in front of the main hall, lined up, shouted the order of the commander, and the warriors each took a position to throw the ball, and threw the chicken feathers in their hands with all their strength.
Subsequently, it was embarrassing.
Some chicken feathers stuck to their hands and were not thrown out, and after they were thrown out, the small wind blew, and the chicken feathers fluttered and floated directly into the main hall. The rest also stopped in mid-air, staggering to the ground.
Everyone looked at Yin Fusheng, only to see him holding chicken feathers behind his back, happily watching the excitement, but he didn't throw it at all.
"Alas! Why don't you throw it away? Wang Biao glared at his chicken feathers, cursed for a long time, turned his head and asked Yin Fu angrily.
"I'm alone with a group of you, and of course I'll be the last to make a move. You throw it slowly, don't rush. Yin Fusheng joked.
Wang Biao pursed his lips, turned his head, glared at the chicken feathers, and said something in his mouth, and then, his eyes widened, his cheeks bulged, and he threw it out violently.
Looking at the chicken feathers again, they neither flew away nor fell, just dangling in front of Wang Biao's eyes. Wang Biao's big black eyes swayed back and forth with the chicken feathers, like an owl wall clock.
In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to grab the chicken feathers, but the chicken feathers suddenly flashed to the side when Wang Biao's palm was about to arrive.
Wang Biao was immediately angry, jumping up and down to flutter chicken feathers. The chicken feathers are like a shy beauty, wanting to refuse and welcome, and playing an ambiguous game with Wang Biao. Wang Biao was so angry that he stomped his feet, and screamed strangely.
The other twelve people seemed to suddenly open their minds after a burst of chicken feathers. Instead of brute force, blow with your mouth.
Now everyone found the trick and followed suit. In this way, the yard can be lively. More than a dozen strong men raised their necks, puffed out their cheeks, and pouted their faces and burst with green tendons, just to be able to blow the chicken feathers higher.
The chicken feathers flew up, and the person jumped straight up, but the person who jumped up next to him hit his nostrils and bled out. If the chicken feathers are about to fall to the ground, they simply lie on the ground, pouting their cheeks, and blowing violently.
In less than half a pillar of incense, these people were all full of big men, with blue noses and swollen faces. The appearance really made the officials in the hall laugh and laugh, and they didn't care about any manners at all. They also shouted "good-looking" and "interesting".
In the end, the thirteen strong men, stunned by a small chicken feather, tossed into most of their lives, fell to the ground one after another, and lay on the ground on all fours to breathe. And not far from them, there was a lot of chicken feathers on the ground.
"You kid, you're really good at tricks. What is this strength? No matter how fucking energetic you are, you can't throw this thing. Wang Biao sat on the ground, his hands behind his back, panting and complaining.
Yin Fusheng held the chicken feather in his hand and shook it twice in front of his eyes, "I can throw it away." β
"You throw one of us and see."
"That's it, you throw one and take a look."
"Throw one, throw one!"
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How stupid! I didn't say that I wouldn't let use external force, I just thought of blowing with my mouth, so I didn't know how to tie a stone and throw it?
Yin Fusheng smiled proudly.
This time, he really underestimated the ancients. Although these rough people outside the courtyard were simple-minded and well-limbed, and they were not flexible, he forgot that the people sitting in the hall were all very treacherous.
Yin Fusheng was looking down for a suitable stone on the ground, but overheard in the hall, Sun Shenxing said slowly: "Eh, you have to throw chicken feathers with your bare hands, don't think about helping the stone, and you can't tie it to the shaft of the arrow." That doesn't count. β
Sun Shenxing's words reminded others, "Yes, yes, yes, also, you can't dip it in water, it has a lot of weight if it gets wet." β
"You can't even wrap yourself in mud!"
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Hey! Want to get the tricks? This time, let's see how he gets out of power.
It's blocking all the way for me.
Bad.
Yin Fusheng was just worried, and suddenly looked up.
Pregnant!
He bowed to the hall and said, "Tie stones, bolt arrow shafts are such clichΓ©s, how can you use them again." Students have their own methods, and they are guaranteed to throw them with their bare hands, so please wait for adults. β
With that, Yin Fusheng bowed his hand and left, hurriedly took two steps, and went around to the back of the main hall.
Find a soldier, "I'm sorry you can do me a favor......"
"Ge Lao, you said that kid can really throw chicken feathers with his bare hands, and he can throw them far?" An official asked.
Ye Xianggao shook his head suspiciously.
"Even the method of wetting water and wrapping mud, we blocked him. I don't believe there's anything else he can do. β
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The people inside and outside the hall were talking endlessly, and just when everyone thought that Yin Fusheng was a trick, the people standing outside the courtyard, some sharp-eyed people suddenly raised their heads and exclaimed, and pointed to the roof casually. "Look!"
When everyone heard the sound, they looked to the roof, and saw Yin Fusheng standing on the roof of the main hall.
Holding the chicken feathers high over the top, he said loudly: "Throw the chicken feathers here, even if it doesn't fly far, at least it flies the distance from the top of my head to the ground." After that, the fingers were easily opened, but the chicken feathers did not fall vertically to the ground, but flew farther and farther with the help of the wind.
When the officials in the hall saw that the people in the courtyard were looking up, they came out to watch. I was surprised when I saw it.
"The roof is windy, and he is using the wind."
Jin Zhijun nodded, "Yes, Ge Lao, this is a trick, and he can't be counted as winning." β
At this time, the chicken feather had flown out of the hotel with the help of the wind, and it was nowhere to be seen.
Everyone built a pergola with their hands, and they wanted to wear it.
Shi Jikai, who had been silent, couldn't help but nod his head in approval secretly. took two steps forward and said to Ye Xianggao: "Elder Ge, blowing with your mouth is also with the help of the wind. β
Sun Shenxing said: "Therefore, this competition is extremely ridiculous, and it is not a comparison of strength at all. Moreover, looking at it this way, the scholar will definitely not work hard. β
"Yes, yes, he is guilty of deception!" Kim Zhijun caters.
Shi Jikai hurriedly persuaded: "Ge Lao, as you said, the ring is not much heavier than martial arts. Among these people, it is enough to take only one or two people to compete in the ring, and there are also martial arts from all over the world. No matter how much I am afraid of being a joke for the North Koreans. On the contrary, it is this scholar, and the elder may as well keep it. β
"Oh? Why is that? Ye Xianggao asked.
"This man has a ghostly talent. On the day of the competition, if a warrior wins, it is best for the Korean warriors, and if something happens, ....... You might as well give him a try, and maybe there will be a turnaround. β
Hearing this, Ye Xianggao squinted his eyes, pinched his beard, looked forward to Yin Fusheng on the roof, and nodded deeply.