We are the last four, and Yang Ruo will go to the little pig. The little pig didn't know what he was talking about at this time, the two chattered like a matchmaker saying kiss, and let out strange laughter while talking, because after lunchtime, everyone was hungry, and the little pig was still procrastinating, which finally caused public anger. The scolding continued. But the two of them didn't seem to hear until Tingxiong pushed the piglet. He reacted.

"Is it my turn?"

"Hurry up," Tingxiong said.

The little pig was still unhurried, pouting his big ass and slowly sat up from the ground and walked to the center.

"Okay to me—show me my unique knowledge. Milk dragon claw hand - "The little pig really did the action of grabbing the milk.

The boys all smiled and leaned back, while the girls frowned.

"Ah——, scratch, scratch, scratch," the little pig howled as he grabbed the milk dragon in every direction.

Finally, the head teacher couldn't stand it anymore.

"Zhu Youcai, you are serious"

"Homeroom teacher, I'm very serious."

"Believe it or not, I'm pumping you?"

“so

Y, head teacher. So- okay, I'll be serious now. ”

"My founding martial arts is the Split Stone Palm. Pia, pia, piaaa" The little pig made the movement of cracking stones with his hand knife, but there were no stones in front of him, as long as he used his mouth to describe the sound of cracking stones.

The head teacher shouted: "Zhu Youcai, if you are here to make trouble, get out of here." ”

"Yes, head teacher" Little Pig shook his buttocks, straightened his chest, saluted the head teacher, and went down.

After the little pig is Xiaoming. Xiaoming is much more subtle than Zhu Youcai.

"My name is Xiao Ming, Xiao is the Xiao who is not aware of spring sleep, and Ming is the Ming of the motto, not the Xiao Ming of Han Meimei. My martial arts is Qi Mei Stick. Everyone's correct. ”

After speaking, he pulled out a half-meter-long stick from the waistband of his trousers, and then pulled it into a long stick. I made a squat step and started dancing.

Xiaoming's Qi Mei stick is a very authentic Shaolin stick method, and a heroic righteousness emanates from the inside out during the dance, which is very good-looking. The momentum is also wide open and closed. A set of stick methods is demonstrated. Following the previous steps, he should be able to return to his seat, and it will be the next person to play, so that he can finish early and go back to dinner. But then he came to a word.

"I also have a set of self-created stick methods, please correct them. ”

Tingxiong immediately lowered his voice and shouted: "Don't demonstrate, come back quickly." ”

Xiaoming ignored it, pressed the long stick and turned it into a short stick, holding it with one hand. demonstrated a very tricky stick technique, almost the same as the playful martial arts played by a third-rate martial artist.

Tingxiong said to me at this time: "This set of martial arts was created by himself, and I can't stand it anymore." ”

But Xiaoming was very proud of this, and after the demonstration, his face was full of confidence, and he bowed to the class.

"Thank you"

The head teacher asked him, "Where did you learn this set of martial arts?" ”

"I made my own"

"It's better to learn from your eyebrow stick, don't create these inconsistencies. ”

Xiaoming was said by the head teacher, and he was suddenly depressed, and he originally wanted to be praised by the head teacher. But the result is completely opposite to himself, so like a chicken with only spondylosis, he sits back in a depressed position.

The next one is Tingxiong, he is a very upright person, and naturally he will not have any third-rate stick methods. He bowed and gave his name, and then took the dark red nunchuck from his clothes. Tingxiong, like Xiaoming, martial arts are derived from Shaolin authenticity. So it's very masculine. And the internal strength of Tingxiong is also the Dharma Sutra of the Shaolin Chunyang faction, and when dancing the nunchucks, it makes people look like a volcano erupting.

I glanced at Zijun at this time, she looked at the Tingxiong Dancing Nunchuck very seriously, as if she saw an unforgettable memory of her, with the Tingxiong Stick Dance, a teardrop hung in the corner of her eye.

After the demonstration, Tingxiong burst into warm applause. Then it was up to me. I was the last one. went up and hugged the name, and originally wanted to go up and play a set of ordinary long punches and come down, but the monkey head and monkey brain left iron and shouted.

"Don't demonstrate, I'm dying of hunger. Nothing to see anyway."

I thought to myself: I can't even watch my martial arts.

"Head teacher, do you have a piece of paper for me? I said.

"What paper do you want?"

"Regular A4 paper will do. ”

"Song Ju, there is an A4 paper on the table behind you, you take one for him. ”

After I got Song Ju's A4 paper, I pointed him to the sun. Then it was thrown into the air, and then he gathered internal force and slapped it on the paper with a volley. A thin layer of handprints was left on the paper. Other than that, there is no trace. My teacher, Zen Master Banshan, once told me that the level of internal strength does not mean a person's cultivation. Being able to control the internal force as if it were one's own hands and feet is a person's true cultivation. So for a long time, he asked me to practice leaving handprints on paper, and if the paper broke, I had to wash the public toilet at Banshan Temple for a month.

For my approach, everyone thought I was here to be funny again, after all, there were four of us, except for Tingxiong, which was normal, Xiaoming and Little Pig were almost teasing B.

But this point can't escape the eyes of the head teacher. He was the first to applaud. The classmates in the class also applauded inexplicably. The head teacher stood up, came to me, took the A4 paper from my hand, and looked at the sunlight shining in through the window.

"Can you see this handprint?" the head teacher showed the paper in front of everyone.

"I saw it," most of the students replied.

"I can exert my internal forces to such an extent. And the control is so good, I can't be the first to take so many students. ”

"Let Zhao Pu try it too," Hua Han raised his head.

Zhao Pu shook his head and said, "I can't"

At this time, the class was in an uproar, "even Zhao Pu can't do anything."

Liutie waved his hand dissatisfied: "Zhao Pu, your internal strength is so strong, try it"

Zhao Pu said: "It's not good if I don't control my internal force. ”

That's when the class was shocked.

"Okay, students, everyone's hungry too. It's a pleasure to see your family martial arts today. You guys are excellent. Especially Zhao Puhe Yefei, as well as Tingxiong's nunchucks. It's remarkable. We met and introduced each other this morning. In the future, we will get along for five years, and I wish you all success in your studies and meet your sweethearts. Stand up, and go back to your house to find your mother. ”