village doctor

Wang's old house.

It was late at night, and Wang Yuyang and Wang Dachun were discussing the eighteenth chopping knife method of Kaishan.

"Dachun, the Eighteen Chops of the Mountain Opening are not only open and closed, slashed fiercely, but also delicate."

"This is the first form of opening a mountain. Hold a knife in both hands and pour strength into your arms. You must have the momentum to open up the world. When you meet a mountain and open a mountain, cut through the waves and move forward bravely!"

As Wang Yuyang said, holding the knife in both hands, he yelled softly, and the stone table in the yard was cut in two.

Wang Dachun checked the fracture and found that it was smooth and smooth, and even the steel bars inside were broken.

"Old man, is the edge of the machete okay?" Wang Dachun looked at it, and there was not even a gap on the blade of the machete.

"Of course, this machete is made of extraterrestrial meteoric iron. It is impossible to damage this bit of concrete and steel!"

Wang Yuyang handed the machete to Wang Dachun and said, "Good grandson, come and try!"

Wang Dachun took the machete and slashed it down. The stone table was cut in half again.

The table was split open, but Wang Dachun's arm was numb from the shock, and the tiger's mouth was almost split open by the shock.

And the incision is not as smooth as Wang Yuyang's.

"Fuck!"

Wang Yuyang couldn't help but swear, his grandson's talent is too good, he is simply a genius!

Wang Dachun was a little dissatisfied, "Old man, why did your incision be so smooth? I'm far behind."

Wang Yuyang stretched out his hand and knocked Wang Dachun, his beard flicked, "You can be content, kid, it's the first time you can learn to reach this level, probably not a few in the whole world can reach this level."

"Okay! Now let's learn the second form - chopping the waves! This form is just the opposite of the first form. You need to use soft strength, because water is the most soft thing, so this form requires softness to overcome rigidity."

After Wang Yuyang finished speaking, he went to the kitchen and took a piece of old tofu and put it on the table, and then put a chopstick on the tofu.

"You look good!"

Wang Yuyang chopped off the chopsticks with a knife, and the chopsticks were cut in half, but the tofu was intact.

He put away the knife and looked at Wang Dachun proudly, "How about it, this knife is more than ten times more difficult than the one just now, if you can do it, I will call you Grandpa."

Wang Yuyang is right, this knife is really too difficult, the precise control of power is simply at the millimeter level.

It is more difficult to ask for the ability to send and receive freely than to kill a fly with a big gun.

It is rumored that those masters of marksmanship killed flies lying on the glass with one shot, but the glass was intact.

Wang Yuyang had practiced this trick for many years before he could reach his current state.

Wang Dachun took the knife, "I think I might be able to do it."

The Taijiquan he practiced was able to overcome rigidity with softness, send and receive freely.

"It's impossible! I know you are very talented, but this trick is impossible without a few years of operation..."

As soon as Wang Yuyang finished speaking, Wang Dachun had cut off the chopsticks on the tofu, and the surface of the tofu only had a thin hair-like scratch.

Pfft!

Wang Yuyang fell directly, and he waved his hand wearily, "I won't teach anymore, I'm tired, go back and rest!"

His grandson's talent is really shocking, he feels that he has nothing to teach him!

"Well, old man, you should rest early too!"

After Wang Dachun left, Wang Yuyang burst out laughing, with such a grandson, why would the Wang family be unhappy, and how could he be unhappy.

Early the next morning, Wang Dachun got up to practice the Immortal King Fist. Every time he practiced the Immortal King Fist, he could feel that his cultivation base had increased a little.

Of course, this trace is very small, and most people can't feel it at all.

But practicing again today, Wang Dachun didn't feel that his cultivation had increased again.

This shows that one's cultivation has reached its peak, just like a cup filled with water, and there is no need to add more water to it.

The only way is to increase the volume of the cup, which is the case with Wang Dachun now.

If he wanted to increase his cultivation level, he had to break through to the Grandmaster, but he always felt that there was a membrane, like a chick hatching in an egg shell, and if he couldn't break through that membrane, he couldn't be born.

"Is it really like what Hu Yuantu said, you need great luck and great opportunity?"

No matter what, he has to give it a try. Going to the Chinese Medicine Association today may not go well.

After all, if he is a newcomer to take over as the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, he is afraid that many people will not be convinced.

What's more, I am so young!

But for the sake of that illusory luck, I have to fight for it.

Now Wang Dachun feels more and more that his cultivation is not enough, and he must break through the master.

After eating something, Wang Dachun went out, took a taxi, and went straight to the Chinese Medicine Association.

The headquarters of the Association of Chinese Medicine is still very impressive, in a high-end office building.

Wang Dachun entered the office building and went to the elevator door to wait for the elevator. At this time, an old man in his 70s and [-]s came over surrounded by a group of middle-aged people.

"President Xie, I heard that Mr. Hu wants to give up the chairmanship of the Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine to an outsider. If you ask me, Mr. Xie must take the position of president. No one else has the qualifications."

A middle-aged man was flattering on the side.

"That's right, Mr. Xie is highly respected, he is a veteran, and he has made great contributions to the Chinese Medicine Association, why should he take advantage of outsiders!"

"That's right, the president is none other than Mr. Xie."

"I firmly disagree. Our Chinese Medicine Association is not decided by Mr. Hu alone!"

A group of people gathered in front of Xie Lihua, flattering you and me.

Xie Lihua was a little proud in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm, "Mr. Hu may have found a suitable candidate. I'm just a little talented, so I'm afraid I'm not competent!"

"Thank you, President, for being humble. Mr. Hu abdicated, and the position of President must belong to you. We will not accept whoever comes!"

"That's right, let's talk to Mr. Hu now!"

"Go, go, we will never agree!"

At this moment, the elevator door opened, and Wang Dachun was the first to walk in.

Xie Lihua and others also walked in, and when everyone got into the elevator, the elevator alarmed, indicating that it was overweight.

A middle-aged fat man with a big belly cast his eyes on Wang Dachun, "Boy, the elevator is overweight, please get out."

Wang Dachun curled his lips, "Why, I was the first to come in, and you have to go out if you want to go out. You are the last one to come in."

The fat man curled his lips, "Boy, do you know how to respect the old and love the young? You are the only young person in this elevator. If you don't go out, whoever will go out."

"That's right, who are you, the food delivery person, come to compete with us for the elevator?"

"That's right, hurry up, don't waste time, take the freight elevator to deliver food, really."

This group of people aimed their guns at Wang Dachun, seeing that he was plainly dressed and young, they regarded him as a delivery boy.