"You are Zhao Lin?"

In the courtyard, under the banyan tree, on the rock.

Sitting at the end was a bald man in a crimson robe, about forty years old, of medium height, but with broad shoulders, giving him a very tall feeling.

The bald man saw Zhao Lin coming in, and without waiting for him to speak, he took the initiative to ask.

The voice is strong and powerful, full of energy.

"This is the head of the Yang Academy." Hu Xuancheng reminded.

"Disciple Zhao Lin, I have seen the head of the Yang Academy."

While Zhao Lin saluted, he quickly glanced at Yang Lin's face.

Yang Lin has thick eyebrows and ringed eyes, a mustache, and the tail of his beard is upturned, with a big bald head with bright tiles.

The whole person has a great sense of oppression, like a villain who came out of calligraphy and painting.

Zhao Lin had heard of Yang Lin's deeds and knew that this person was not simple.

Yang Lin was gifted and aggressive since he was a child, and became the chief disciple of the Inner Court at the age of twenty-two.

He has participated in a total of three martial arts competitions, the first time he entered the top eight, and the last two times he reached the top four, and his record was the best in the 50 years of the Dayue Dynasty.

With this merit, he was awarded the title of "Martial Arts Marquis" of Dayue, and it is said that there is still a fief in Yanzhou.

Originally, he was dedicated to the pursuit of martial arts and ignored the affairs of the sect.

However, because of the poor performance of Xingyun Sect in recent years, he was repeatedly pleaded by the head of the house to serve as the head of the inner courtyard.

In addition to Yang Lin, there were three teachers in the courtyard, named Liu Shengnian, Zhou Qing and Wei Hong, all of whom were between thirty and forty years old.

After Hu Xuancheng's introduction, Zhao Lin stepped forward to greet them one by one.

"I've heard everything about you, and your talent is very good."

Yang Lin bowed slightly, "Let me ask you a question, do you know why many peerless geniuses are not as successful as those in the middle of the talent in the end?" ”

"It's often said that it's an hour, and it's not necessarily good."

Zhao Lin should have said, "The disciple doesn't know", but he wasn't going to answer like this, so after a while, he said, "The disciple knows a little bit about it." ”

"Oh."

Yang Lin raised his eyebrows, "Let's hear it." ”

Zhao Lin pondered for a moment and said: "There are three reasons, the first is because of arrogance. A person with excellent talent can learn everything faster than others, and he can master something that others can master in three days if he practices it in ten days. ”

"In order to show that he is different, he will never practice for one more day, just to show that he is better than others."

Yang Lin nodded, "You go on." ”

Zhao Lin continued: "The second is that there is no longevity. Whether it is learning literature or practicing martial arts, the most important thing is to have perseverance and not be afraid of hardship. ”

"But because gifted people learn everything quickly, they have never experienced long-term perseverance, and it is difficult for them to settle down and focus on one thing."

"Third, I like to be opportunistic. Because he is smart, he likes to take shortcuts. It's a pity that there is no shortcut on the road, and in the long run, it is not as good as a person who walks steadily step by step. ”

Hu Xuancheng glanced at Zhao Lin in surprise, but he didn't expect him to be able to say such a truth.

But he didn't know that these were all experiences that Zhao Lin had summed up from his previous life experience, which was why although he had a spirit beast diagram, he never relaxed his requirements for himself and cultivated day after day.

Yang Lin approvingly: "Since you understand everything, I won't tell you the truth, I hope you can do what you say and don't make these mistakes." ”

"In recent years, Da Yue's achievements in the martial arts competition are indescribable, and Xingyun Sect is not much better, it must be changed!"

"Although the old man has participated in three sessions, he has never won the first place, and I have always regretted it, and I hope that someone can fulfill my long-cherished wish for me."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Lin with burning eyes.

"Disciple do your best."

"It's not doing your best, it's going your best!"

"Yes."

Yang Lin smiled heartily, got up and said, "Hearing is false, seeing is believing, let me see how far you have practiced now." ”

After speaking, he strode out of the Red Banyan Pavilion and led everyone to the inner academy.

Under the corridor on one side of the northwest corner of the school field, there is an eight-legged tripod.

The body is pitch black, with a stout iron foot on the front, back, left and right, and four corners, which are deeply embedded in the ground.

In the middle of the eight-legged tripod is an iron stele, which is wrapped in a thick animal skin, which seems to be used for striking.

Zhao Lin came to the front with everyone, looked carefully, and found that there was a three-foot-long crystal pillar above the eight-legged tripod.

Interestingly, the crystal pillar is marked with a series of scales, and at the bottom there is a round ball containing a cloud of silver liquid.

Looks like a large thermometer.

"Do you know what this is?"

Hu Xuancheng saw Zhao Lin's puzzled face and asked with a smile.

"It looks like a target."

Zhao Lin guessed.

"Yes, but this is not an ordinary boxing target, and it can also measure punch power."

Hu Xuancheng explained: "When the fist hits the iron tablet, it will shake the mercury in the crystal pillar, and the heavier the fist, the higher the mercury will be aroused. ”

"From this, you can estimate the level of punch power."

As he spoke, he walked up to the eight-legged tripod and threw a punch at random.

The eight-legged tripod made a low sound, and the mercury in the transparent crystal pillar churned and swayed upwards until it stopped at the seventy-third level of the scale.

After a few moments, the mercury flows back to the bottom.

At this time, Yang Lin spoke: "Martial arts have developed so far, and they are ever-changing, but they are always changing, and what determines the strength is strength, speed, skills, and exercises. ”

"Strength is especially important in the tournament, do you know why?"

Zhao Lin thought for a while and replied: "One force will drop ten, and the strength will not be lost." ”

Yang Lin chuckled, "Sort of, but there is another reason, strength determines your ranking in the martial arts competition!" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Hu Xuancheng.

Hu Xuancheng immediately understood and said: "There are hundreds of participants in each martial arts competition, and the strength is high and low. ”

"For example, the strongest people are just divided into a group, and some groups are all generals. The result is that the weak are promoted, but the strong are eliminated, which is naturally very unfair. ”

"So before the real competition, you have to do a strength test, and then rank according to the results, and the strength and weakness are grouped."

"Although strength doesn't exactly represent strength, the two are related, and it's always fairer than by age or lottery, right?"

"That's right." Zhao Lin said peacefully.

In fact, he understood as soon as he heard it, this is very similar to the cup competition in the previous life, the ranking is determined before the game, and some "seeded" players are also set up to avoid two high-ranking players from meeting too early due to the accidental factor of the draw.

In this way, strength does matter.

Yang Lin said: "In the past, we only focused on actual combat ability, but we didn't know that our strength was not enough, and our ranking was low, so we had to fight with strong opponents all the way, and we suffered a lot in the martial arts competition." ”

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhao Lin, "You try to punch and see how much strength your fist has." ”

(End of chapter)