Chapter 3: Brass Grade 1

Creak.
The door opened.
Wang Yiyang's eyes were dark, and he went out tiredly to see his grandfather Wang Xinlong already standing in the yard and starting to practice.
Wang Xinlong is practicing a boxing technique called Yuekongquan. It seems that the pace and the boxing technique are combined.
Wang Yiyang has seen it many times and always feels that in the practice of boxing, Grandpa's fist has been hit from an unexpected angle.
No matter how many times he watched, he felt unexpectedly invincible.
The set of punches hit, and Grandpa exhaled a long breath, took a dry towel brought by the nanny, and wiped his sweat.
"How's it? Would you like a set and move your muscles?"
"No, no interest in this." Wang Yiyang smiled and shook his head.
"It's a pity that you have a strong blood and you can be a hundred times full of spirit. You can do everything with ease. On key occasions, you can hold everyone in control and take the initiative." Wang Xinlong's voice was so loud that even speaking, he could make the entire yard Are faintly echoing.
"The master said that Jingqi is the essence of man. Jingqi can be used to physically transform the outside world.
God can be used to influence others, each with its own magical effect. "The bell silkworm did not know when it appeared on the side of the yard, looking calm and slowly making a noise.
Wang Yiyang glanced at him, still a little hairy.
"Brother Zhong silk is right." He nodded in echo.
Zhong silkworm's eyes crossed Wang Yiyang, and he seemed to look farther away, his eyes were a bit empty.
"Everything that kills the enemy will eventually kill one thousand and damage 800. No matter how different the battle is, there is a possibility of injury to myself. So I have always pursued, a soldier who won without war."
"Win without victory?" Wang Yiyang thoughtfully.
"That's right. Yang Yang is in the military style. I won by crushing. I won't. That's the natural use of heaven and earth." Zhong Silk calmly said. "That's not my pursuit."
"Then what is your pursuit?" Wang Yiyang came a little curious and asked the opportunity.
"What I am after is to defeat the enemy with God, to make the enemy fear and break my heart, and then say halfway," Zhong Xinlu said, and was interrupted by Wang Xinlong with a low drink.
"enough!"
Wang Xinlong scolded, the whole yard was buzzing, and the babysitter on the side was white and shivered, and the towel in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"You haven't given up on that evil way ?!" Wang Xinlong stared at the bell silkworm with a strong body like a giant bear, faintly suppressing the momentum.
Wang Yiyang also saw something wrong.
Zhong silkworm's martial arts seems to have a lot of differences with grandpa.
Bell silkworm didn't speak again, and after more than ten minutes, he closed his words tightly without saying a word.
He stopped talking.
It was Wang Yiyang who talked about the grandfather who was slightly relieved and talked about other things, but from time to time, he always looked at the silkworm.
This big brother who has been with Grandpa Wang Xinlong for so many years, what exactly is in his heart, I am afraid no one knows except himself.
After the morning exercise, other disciples came one after another in the martial arts.
There are male and female disciples, most of whom are over thirty. Many of them have opened other training institutions on their own.
Returning here again is just because of the respect for the old man Wang Xinlong and his previous habits.
And so many brothers and sisters, sisters and sisters, together, is also a large network of contacts.
With a large number of people, most of Wang Yiyang didn't know him, so he didn't have a chance to talk to his father.
Zhong Silkworm also began to get busy, and many people drew him to talk about fighting.
He was dragged, and it seemed that he didn't pay much attention to it, which greatly relieved Wang Yiyang's heart.
Seeing that there were a lot of people, he simply went outside the Wu Guan and took a walk along the river on the right.
From a very young age, he likes to take a walk to the river by himself, picking stones and floating on water.
Later, he got older and was afraid to be seen. He said that playing with water was naive, he just walked.
A little bigger, Wang Yiyang became a ripple looking at the reflection on the river alone.
The ripples in different directions are like two countries fighting, who is strong and who is weak.
He would quietly guess once in his mind, and then see the results.
If the one he guessed was defeated, he would not be convinced, and would kick a few stones into the water with his feet, causing a bigger ripple to join the battle.
"What are you doing here alone?" Suddenly a voice sounded coldly behind Wang Yiyang.
His original slack body was tense and turned slowly.
Standing behind him is the master brother Zhong Silk.
The body of the bell silkworm was faintly winey, his face was calm, his hands drooped naturally, and it looked like he was taking a walk.
Wang Yiyang's heart moved, his face remained unchanged.
"I've been here for a walk after dinner, and I liked coming here by myself when I was young."
"Do you like quietness?" Zhong Silk came to Wang Yiyang and kicked a stone into the water with his foot.
"It's okay, but I occasionally want to be quiet." Wang Yiyang tried to make his expression as natural as possible. But as the other party approached, a trace of goosebumps slowly inevitably appeared on him.
His gaze was already on the five fingers of Zhong Silkworm's right hand.
"When are you leaving? I'll send you off." Zhong Silk slowly said.
"No need, I can do it alone." Wang Yiyang smiled, "Yes, you said before, what you want to win without a fight, what is it? I was interrupted by my grandpa before I finished speaking, Is there any problem? "
He tried to make his smile look unknowing and natural.
This is not easy, but he is also a person who has died once. In fact, he does not take seriously the death.
He was afraid that he would not be able to save grandpa. Now is an opportunity, an opportunity to get up close and personal with the bell silkworm.
Why did he start? Why do you disregard all these years of friendship? What else is behind him?
Zhong Silk exhaled, and looked at Wang Yiyang strangely.
"Do you know that the creature itself has fear and stiffness?"
"Fear is stiff?"
"Yes, biologically, we call this phenomenon one of the survival instincts.
When a creature faces a powerful enemy that can't be defeated, it may appear completely rigid. In this way, the strong enemy may see that the creature gives up the resistance, does not move without hostility, and gives up hunting to survive. "
When Zhong Silk spoke, his tone was calm and his tone softened, as if he was really chatting with Wang Yiyang.
"What I am pursuing is that before people try to kill, they will cause people to fear me, which will lead to rigidity.
Unfortunately, the master did not agree with my goal. He thinks I have gone astray. But for three consecutive competitions, I have achieved far better results than before. But he still didn't agree with me. "
Wang Yiyang saw his fingers trembling slightly again.
"Why? Isn't this working well?" He asked.
"Just because I started a little bit heavier." Zhong Silk showed a weird smile. "But this is the only way to form fear. The essence of fighting and fighting is to trample on the flesh and blood of the same kind and embark on the supreme evolutionary path. ! "
"I don't think so." Wang Yiyang could not help but refute. As soon as he spoke, he saw the palm of the bell silkworm trembling, the veins and veins of the roots and veins slightly raised, and an indescribable depression time transpired from the other person.
Wang Yiyang's heart jumped, pressing down his sense of threat.
He knew he could be hit by the bellworm in front of him at any time.
But this is the easiest time to get in touch with the true thoughts of Zhong Silkworm. In order to investigate the situation, he does not want to give up.
"Pure violence and blood may produce fear, but that can only scare a small number of people on the sidelines. It is still useless on a large scale.
So your goal is just the niche road. "
Zhong Silkworm had originally planned to start directly, kill Wang Yiyang in front of him, and then go back and kill the old guy again.
He was about to do it, but Wang Yiyang actually made such a remark.
Originally he came to kill Wang Yiyang, but now he suddenly has a little interest and wants to hear what the boy has.
"Then, what should I do?" He asked, squinting.
Wang Yiyang's thinking turned sharply, his complexion remained still, calm and natural.
He could feel the apparent threatening sensation on him disappearing quickly. Obviously the other party temporarily gave up the intention to kill him.
"It's simple," he whispered. "If you have enough spirit, then do something that ordinary people can't do anyway. Spread your reputation.
Winning without a fight is not the only way to achieve this effect. As long as it's a strong name, it's fine. "
"Not the same." Zhong Silk shook his head. "At best, strong names can only bring a sense of oppression."
"If you haven't tried it, how can you know?" Wang Yiyang asked back.
Zhong Silkworm became silent, and seemed to be thinking about the answer to this question.
"Just think about it, I'll go back to rest first." Wang Yiyang felt a sweat in his heart, turned around and walked toward Wuguan as if nothing happened.
He raised his foot, one step, two steps, three steps.
"Why didn't you learn martial arts at that time?" Suddenly Zhong Zhong's voice came from behind him.
Wang Yiyang stopped.
"Because of the times, the times are different."
If he lifted his feet again and left without incident, this time the silkworm did not stop him.
Step by step, Wang Yiyang slowly walked away, but the cold sweat of the vest almost wet the underwear.
Walking to the doorway of the side of Wu Guan, he reached out and grabbed the post, raised his foot and stepped on the steps. That moment of down-to-earth ground made him calm down.
Looking at the side door in front, Wang Yiyang was about to breathe a sigh of relief. Reached out the wooden door.
Suddenly his gaze felt slightly faint.
In the lower right corner of the field of vision, I don't know when a line of small print came out, extremely fine and regular print.
That handwriting wasn't any kind of text he knew, but it was inexplicable that he could understand it? ?
"What the ?! Didn't sleep well last night?"
Wang Yiyang opened the door casually, walked in, closed the wooden door with his backhand, and then stood in the shade, carefully looking at the handwriting in the field of vision in the lower right corner.
This time he recognized the meaning.
‘The database is missing. It ’s being searched and repaired by yourself. Please wait. ’
Wang Yiyang's heart jumped, could it be an illusion? He felt faintly in his heart.
Before he could react, the line of writing jumped up, just like a programmer programming, and there was another line of small print below.
‘The random search is complete, the spatiotemporal framework is complete, and the core of the system is restarting. ’
Immediately after the line of small characters kept jumping out.
‘The core launch is complete. ’
"Imprint registration"
'Registration is complete. ’
‘Like the mathematical reconstruction. ’
‘Your grade is brass. A brass-grade identity can be generated immediately. ’