Respect is worse than resignation

After hearing Yin Yiming's words of admitting defeat and showing weakness, several Taoist priests stopped their hands and laughed, shaking their arms and sleeves and preparing to go back to sleep and sleep in the cage.

It's a pity that Grandpa Yin seems to have a grudge against everyone. He raised his voice like Hong Zhong to cheer Yin Yiming in the yard, and by the way, he derogated the Taoist priests in the room. Several small and well-known Taijiquan masters in the martial arts were shaking with anger, and the Taoist leader even jumped up and down with his beard.

"Baby, what else do you have to say? Could it be that your master colluded with you to humiliate the poor, you have to give us an explanation today, otherwise, don't even think about getting out of this room easily."

Yin Yiming's weak girl's heart was suddenly broken into pieces. She buried her face in her hands, unwilling to raise her face to face the reality. , Want to run but have nowhere to go.

A few Taoist priests said that she really has some skills, and that the previous surrender was not true, and she was just talking about teasing their brothers and sisters. They immediately stopped hesitating, changed their formation again, and accelerated their pace, surrounding Yin Yiming like a iron pass. It was a leak.

Yin Yiming was able to devote half of his mind to Wen Xi who was outside the door just now, but now he doesn't even think about anything else, so he has to work hard to deal with it, otherwise he may be caught by these angry wrath at any time. Taoist wounded.

Faced with this unnecessary dispute in front of her, Yin Yiming had already planned it out a long time ago. She knew that she would not hit the smiling face with her hand. As long as she was polite and not arrogant, they couldn't really embarrass herself in terms of age.

Among the Taoist priests in front of him, according to their age and seniority, Yin Yiming can only be seconded.It's not that she can't win, she can't win.

It's not because you will definitely lose in kung fu, but there is another reason.

Because whether it is a monk or a layman or a mortal robot, there is more or less one thing that is most important in his heart called face.

Its ingredients are the simplest and most complex, mysterious and superficial, and two ordinary words constitute the weakness of most people.Some people waste money and money, some people are indifferent to titles and rights, but the shackles that can't be escaped is this face.

There is nothing wrong with good face, and it can even be said to be a very good quality. Many of the etiquette, justice and shame in modern society are based on it, forming an inherent sense of shame, restricting people's behavior, and purifying the social environment.

But there is a limit to everything, once a good face exceeds a rational limit, its negative impact cannot be underestimated.No matter how big or small a mistake is, once many people do something wrong, they will become distraught and immediately find excuses to try to reverse the case for themselves, to prove their innocence, or to brag about their own incompetence. To accomplish something, and finally to fail and end miserably.

Face is like a distorting mirror that distorts and magnifies people. Without people knowing it, it magnifies people's own image several times, controls people's reason and emotions, and makes you do some reluctant or even ridiculous actions. to cater to it.

All kinds of self-digging and self-jumping, and seriously affecting relatives around.

Yin Yiming followed his grandfather since he was a child, and he also knew that some martial arts practitioners attach importance to victory, defeat, honor and disgrace. The windmill was flying against the wind, and he couldn't think of any way to save himself.

Those veteran Taoists wanted to show their majesty, and they didn't attack first, but relied on decades of practice to maneuver and jump, and their bodies moved quickly according to the design of the formation.

Yin Yiming was trapped in it, and felt that the surrounding circle was changing and shrinking step by step. It was as if she had fallen into a bottomless pool of asphalt, sticky and heavy. The more she struggled, the harder she worked. A continuous suction pulled her, first her legs and then her chest and lungs, and then she became more and more breathless, and her psychological fear became more and more serious.

The old Taoist at the head uttered hatred, "Hehe, look down on us, if you don't make a move, you will be trapped to death in this formation, forcing your master to come in and learn how powerful we are."

He gritted his molars and uttered the words, every word was full of hostility. After Yin Yiming listened, the fear in his heart gradually let go, and a faint joy rose with hope.

She has heard from her grandfather since she was a child that the most basic and simple state of Tai Chi is to keep a quiet state of mind at all times, and the key to victory is the concentration of consciousness.The spirit is poured into every small movement, so that there is nothing beside it, "use movement to control stillness, use stillness to control movement, even though movement is still still".Otherwise, there will be problems with breath and movement, or disordered hands and feet, or disordered speed, and it will also cause excessive nervous tension and excessive fatigue.

The formation in front of them seemed airtight and impeccable, but the emotions of these people did not achieve the necessary calm and unity.

Yin Yiming resisted the pressure and took a deep breath, got rid of distracting thoughts, lowered the frequency of breathing and movements, relaxed his muscles and joints, softly integrated himself with this pool of "asphalt", and erratically followed the strength of its pull Move, relax and stretch, without any effort, without any struggle, weaken your own existence, like a fish slipping into the water, completely merge into the strength of the opponent, making their attack completely useless .

At the same time, the eyes are also carefully observing the actuality of the opponent's moves, focusing on the places where several veterans cooperate and connect, looking for loopholes.

Among them, the youngest Taoist priest was the first to lose his composure. Unlike his senior brothers, he practiced for a short period of time and was also the most unsteady. Don't need to talk nonsense with her anymore, it's reasonable to let her vent your anger directly with a slap.

I saw that he had made up his mind, left the formation privately, stomped on the cloud of dust with one foot, luck in the palm of his hand, and his shot was ten success, and he took Yin Yiming's vest.

Yin Yiming began to stand at the age of three, and learned boxing at the age of five. The most flexible and steady thing is the kung fu on this footwork. Hearing a strong wind in the tranquility behind her, her heart moved, and she did not dodge it.

She knew that this slap couldn't be received or avoided. On her own, she couldn't receive it. After hiding from others, there were more infinite changes. With the addition of a few others, it would be nice if she could leave a whole body out.

In desperation, Yin Yiming caught a glimpse of a fleeting gap in the formation of the Taoist priests, immediately dodged through it, and then sprinted two steps towards a huge pillar in front of him, leaping up.

The man behind was unwilling to hit the air with his slap, and he got out of the formation privately because he was afraid that his brother would blame him, so he became more anxious, and regardless of how many people were left, he chased after him fiercely, and slapped Yin Yiming in the back again.

Yin Yiming shuttled freely between the mountains and forests, and dealt with all kinds of ferocious beasts, mostly relying on this climbing ability, coupled with her light posture, even and round breath, which made the panic-stricken Taoist priest behind her hit the air again.

His palm with all his strength this time hit the pillar that Yin Yiming was clinging to, shaking Yin Yiming's jaws a little numb. Some dust and cobwebs on the roof of the side hall were shaken off. The blue lantern also swayed with the windless.

Taking advantage of the lack of response from the crowd below, Yin Yiming took advantage of the opportunity to climb up desperately, pulled the handle of the lantern, and pulled it into his arms with a silly smile on his face. Then it changed color, waved the lantern and shouted downwards, "Daoist, help! Daoist, I really can't kung fu, I'm about to fall, ah help!"

When he said he was going to fall, Yin Yiming was really unambiguous, let go of his legs, screamed and fell headlong.

After all, the few monks are all compassionate hermits. Although they were angered by Mr. Yin's words for a while, none of them are the narrow-minded villains who would not save him. She screamed in fear, her face immediately changed color, luck stood in a ring on her palm, and took off most of the force of her fall.

The leader Taoist was the first to follow Yin Yiming's shoulders and pat her on the back. Yin Yiming didn't care about the dust and dirt on the ground, so he quickly rolled sideways with this force for a long distance, and still couldn't get up when he stopped, groaning.

"It hurts, it hurts... Oh, thank you seniors for saving their lives." Yin Yiming sat on the ground, grinning and clenched his fists at the Taoist priests, not to mention how sincere his words of gratitude were.

But several Taoists did not speak, and each of them looked very ugly.

Following their gaze, Yin Yiming saw the half-damaged cyan lantern beside him, and immediately understood. He stood up and fell down, and sat on the lantern, destroying the entire skeleton and tearing the paper of the lantern. He turned on the possessive mode of the shadow queen, "Ah, the younger generation is stupid, thanks to the generous rescuers of the seniors, otherwise I would not be able to save my life today. Let me go out and find a tutor. I must thank you all benevolent priests."

The leading Taoist stood upright at the door, and bowed to Yin Yiming, "Young fellow Taoist is too modest, wise and brave, there will be no limit in the future."

The Taoist priests were broken and robbed of the lanterns. They were all ashamed and indignant. Hearing Yin Yiming say this, he saved his face, and his heart gradually calmed down. Hearing Yin Yiming's savior one by one, he felt a little ashamed and dare not accept it. Yin Yiming was helped up by the youngest junior brother, and the rest followed the leading Taoist and flung their robes and sleeves out of the side hall.

Yin Yiming was covered in dust, and with the broken lantern in his hand, he let the priests out one by one before walking out by himself.

The rules of martial arts competition here are very strict. Whoever gets the lantern is the winner.

Like this, Wen Xi saw Yin Yiming, who was as pitiful as a scavenger child, behind a lot of fairy-tale old men. The lantern was like a spoil she dug out from the garbage heap after all the hard work. A miserable appearance, really miserable, I feel pity.

"Yin Yiming! How are you? What's the matter? Are you injured?"

Wen Xi forgot about the previous quarrel, let alone Yin Yiming's dirty body, walked over a few steps and grabbed her, asking questions like a cannonball, while checking Yin Yiming's body up, down, left, and right, for fear that she might break another fracture or dislocate or bruise internally and externally. hurt.

During the slapping and tugging, a burst of smoke and dust rose from Yin Yiming's body. Afraid of choking on the weak Wen Xi, Yin Yiming immediately took two steps back embarrassedly, "Teacher, I'm fine, I just fell down accidentally because I was playing. A few Taoists rescued each other, and there was no injury at all."

Is this the legendary master?

When those Taoist priests heard Yin Yiming's address to Wen Xi, their eyes were straightened. The youngest walked at the end, turned around and glanced at Wen Xi, and seeing Wen Xi's appearance, they immediately did not dare to look up again, and bowed their heads to send the law. The number is about to turn around and walk away.

Wen Xi listened to Yin Yiming's words, and thanked them generously with a smile, and the veterans had to return the salutes one by one before leaving, and no one brought up the matter of asking her for a martial arts competition.

Yin Yiming stuck out his tongue behind his back, and wanted to go to the backyard to find his grandfather and go back together, but Wen Xi held his hand again.

Wen Xi held the tattered lantern for her, and held her dirty paws tightly in her hands, very general demeanor, "Don't look for it, Grandpa made too serious a mistake this time, I was criticized just now After the education, it is estimated that he will not show up for a while, you go back with me first, and then sneak out and run around, refer to grandpa in the end!"

Grandpa, hey, it's not an old man but a grandpa.