The young man bought a bottle of mineral water and a sprayer for watering flowers from the supermarket, and no one could guess what the man wanted to do. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young man asked Tian Xia to take the sprayer, put the water in the sprayer, and sprayed it into the air, and in an instant, a gorgeous rainbow appeared in the air.

The young man held a long piece of paper with both hands, only to see that the two thin and light long papers were like having a soul, as the man's hands flew up in the air, churning in the spray mist, and then, when the two paper tapes were almost wet, the man put his hands together, and the two paper tapes were stacked into one, and danced for a while, only to see that the two paper tapes had been completely combined and inseparable, so he asked Tianxia to stop spraying water, and with a gentle flick of his hand, he caught the other end of the paper tape, and invited passers-by to hold one end and straighten the long paper tape.

"The rules of the game are also very simple." The young man went up to the beggar and said, "Take a knife and cut it from one end to the other, and whoever cuts the second layer loses." ”

The little beggar looked at the banner-like white note pulled up by the two passers-by, and his brows furrowed.

Compared to just now, the difficulty of this one has increased by more than one notch. Not only because the paper is suspended in the air, the other side is not forced, but also because the paper will be swaying all the time due to the blowing of the wind, the spell is not only stability, but also has a very strong ability to predict, otherwise at any time a gust of wind blows, dodge, the paper is also easily punctured. This time, the technology must be excellent, and the requirements of the strategy are not low!

Nangong named the little beggar and sweated.

The little beggar walked towards the white paper with a knife in his hand.

Nangong Ming was taken aback, [Did he figure out a way? 】

The young man stretched out his hand to block the little beggar, who looked at him suspiciously.

"I can't let you take the lead every time, this time it's my turn to go first." The young man took the knife, walked over to the white paper, opened his hood and looked at the sky, and made a very strange gesture.

The young man held the blade between the two fingers of his left hand, only the tip of the finger showed a slight knife, his arm was straight, his back was facing the white paper, his legs were arched, his body looked soft, his eyes were slightly closed, and he did not move for a long time.

While washing the dishes absentmindedly, Tian Xia asked Nangong Ming, "Is he asleep?" ”

"Probably not." Nangong Ming replied, "It seems that he is feeling the flow of the air around him, waiting for the most suitable moment to make a move." ”

The people around suddenly realized when they heard Nangong Ming's explanation, otherwise they would have been waiting under the sun for a long time, and everyone would be a little impatient. The little beggar cast a surprised look at Nangong Ming, and Nangong Ming hurriedly explained: "Guessing, it's pure blind guessing." ”

Suddenly, the young man retracted one foot, and it looked like he was about to act. The little beggar clasped his hands on his chest and looked at him intently.

The young man's feet were wandering, his body was tilted, and he was about to fall, the young man seized the opportunity, suddenly moved, and the hand holding the knife quickly leaned over the paper, and he couldn't tell whether it had touched it, but only heard the sound of the paper "rustling", and the white paper was as calm as ever, as if he had not felt any external force.

The accident occurred when the young man moved halfway to the paper. The man's speed was extremely fast, and he seemed to have no mistakes in front of him, but when he was halfway there, a breeze suddenly blew, and the white paper fluttered. Everyone was shocked, thinking that he was going to miss this time.

But as the man had expected it a long time ago, his footwork changed abruptly, and his soft body swam along with the white paper, during which the tip of the knife was not tight or loose, and he did not leave the paper at all, still in one go, a success. After finishing this, the man silently handed over the knife in his hand to the beggar.

The young man did a brilliant job, and now it was difficult to separate the two blank sheets of paper, and it was clear that the young man had only cut the first layer of paper, and because the second layer of paper was intact, the broken note did not fall off, but remained glued to the second layer of paper.

Nangong Ming thought to himself, this time it will be a draw again, and it may also end with a man winning, as for the final result, it depends on how the little beggar copes.

The little beggar was already standing in front of the blank paper at this time.

In the previous game, the young man played a draw by perfectly imitating the little beggar's moves, and now the little beggar will also imitate the young man's moves, if the little beggar really imitates it perfectly, then the game will go on endlessly, but if not, what countermeasures will the little beggar have, after all, the young man's technique just now is the most perfect.

[Is it really the most perfect?] Nangong Ming looked at the young man not far away, there was no joy in his eyes, on the contrary, he was very calm, and he looked like he was cast on his face, motionless.

[Is there a mistake!] 】

Nangong Ming's gaze immediately returned to the paper, but the two pieces of paper fit too perfectly, even if something went wrong, he couldn't see it.

[If there is really a problem, then as long as the little beggar does not make a mistake, the outcome will be decided, but what is the problem? 】

At this time, Nangong Ming heard someone calling for him, and turned his head to see that Tian Xia was waving at Nangong Ming.

"What's wrong?" Tian Xia asked.

"What's wrong?" Nangong was puzzled.

"Your expression is changing, something must have happened."

Nangong Ming didn't expect that Tian Xia's heart was as careful as a needle, and she could see the clues from her subtle expressions, so she told her her her guess. Tian Xia didn't react in particular, and said very calmly: "Victory and defeat are commonplace, it's okay." ”

Nangong Ming is most concerned about how the little beggar will deal with it now.

[Will he really copy his opponent's methods?] 】

Although Nangong Ming thought so, he had an intuition that the little beggar would never do this.

At this moment, the little beggar acted!

The way the little beggar holds the knife is very different from that of the young man. He also held the knife in his left hand, but he held the handle upside down, and the blade was pointed outward against the paper, and the little beggar chose to cut the knife above the knife marks on the paper.

"Whew!" The little beggar's right hand sleeve suddenly fanned the wind, and actually blew the white paper up, and the white paper was blown backwards by him, like a full sail, during this period, the little beggar was in charge, the wind was slowly growing under his feet, the blade was close to the inside of the paper, and the blink of an eye The little beggar had already closed the knife and stood upright.

That's it!

The crowd erupted in applause that was unprecedentedly loud.

[So fast! 】

Nangong Ming was stunned by the scene in front of him. Compared with using himself to adapt to the external environment, the little beggar dominates the environment and creates conditions for himself! Nangong Ming admired the little beggar's strategy at the same time, but also the little beggar's martial arts were impressed again, in the whole process, the little beggar's backhand holding the knife, cutting paper with the blade compared to the young man's conservative knife pinching method that only exposed the tip of the knife can be described as a bold move, but it completed such a meticulous project, completely overshadowing the young man from the momentum.

However, the final victory or defeat depends on the damage of the second layer of paper.

Nangong is a referee and needs to come forward for the final evaluation.

"Don't look at it, I'm losing." "In the last two feet and an inch, I cut the second layer of paper. ”

Nangong Ming took a closer look, and sure enough, there was a thin slit about five millimeters long in that position. Nangong Ming is very strange, why did he miss when he was almost finished?

At this time, a small black dot on the ground caught his attention. Nangong Ming bent down and picked up the fly on the ground that was broken in two and still kicking. The fly was cut off at the waist, and the broken wings were very flat, apparently hitting the blade during the flight, and the disaster came so suddenly that the fly didn't even have a chance to dodge.

In this way, it is easy to understand why the young man missed.

The young man walked up to the little beggar and offered the knife with both hands, and the little beggar was about to pick it up, but I don't know who in the crowd shouted, "The chengguan is here!" The small traders gathered together immediately panicked, and the crowd of onlookers was scattered, and when Nangong Ming could see the situation clearly, the chengguan had already arrived at the entrance of the vegetable market, and then looked around, and the young man and the little beggar disappeared in the chaos.

Nangong Ming came home and was scolded by her glamorous aunt, her dishes were all fried, and Nangong Ming had to secretly use his pocket money to replace the remaining change from buying oil (the change was used to buy steamed buns for the little girl).