Chapter 10: Chapter 10 Done, Encountered a Scammer
This time, completing the task unexpectedly triggered two new tasks.
The first new task is basically an extension of the original task, requiring me to persist in getting up and practicing for a week like now, but the fixed cultivation technique is the newly obtained Body Refining Eighth Rank Technique, which I haven’t yet examined in detail.
But Lin Li felt that the reward was quite generous.
The percentage boost in Qi Blood is like a percentage boost in memory, which is also quite useful for oneself in reality—at least next time during the fitness test, it won’t be so embarrassing, right?
For students who are not good at sports, facing the pain of a fitness test is simply beyond words.
Whenever there’s going to be a fitness test, they’ll be in panic a week in advance, then the day before the gym class, hoping for rain tomorrow, experiencing labored breathing before the start of a thousand meters, and always feeling the urge to go to the bathroom...
Then, after finishing the thousand-meter run, swallowing a mouth full of bloodstreaks, gasping with sentiment: finally, it’s over, back to life.
I’ve heard that university boys have to run three kilometers every semester, and just thinking of that number makes Lin Li want to die.
Exercise!
Start from tomorrow morning, persist for a week!
Lin Li had a premonition that tomorrow morning would be a very difficult battle; today’s exercise would determine the lactic acid accumulation pain he would feel tomorrow; but Lin Li didn’t want to delay, choosing to rest tomorrow would only make him choose to rest more often in the future.
Once you decide to persist, just keep persisting!
Even if tomorrow the body warns that it really needs a rest, Lin Li would choose to sit downstairs in the park to rest.
But for now, whether to rest or not is a matter to be discussed later.
Lin Li’s gaze shifted to the limited time task four.
The reward for this task was a ’power’ never seen before; how could one miss out on a superpower?
Martial arts prodigy? Who?
Lin Li looked around, then again, and finally a third time in twelve directions.
Hmm, beside him was only Old Deng, who had just stopped his Tai Chi, but his condition was a hundred times better than Lin Li’s; he stood straight with white hair and beard.
Him? Martial arts young Deng? Should I spar with him?
Lin Li had absolutely no intention of looking down on the other; on the contrary, he was well aware of his own abilities and had indeed heard the fierce punches of the old man just now, fearing that he might be punched to death.
Shouldn’t the system assign a little kid still wearing open-crotch pants, call him a martial arts prodigy, and let me have a vigorous battle with the kid?
Why not let me replicate Zeng Xiaoxian’s heroic battle with the kid’s group?
Has the pattern changed again? This crappy system has become even more stupid.
And at this moment, as if noticing Lin Li’s gaze, the old man who seemed about to rest took a deep breath and posed again to continue his punches.
Watching for a while, Lin Li, who was just worried about being punched to death, breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried.
— Because he was sure now that he would definitely be punched to death.
This Old Deng was as healthy as a young Deng. In contrast, Lin Li felt like a flickering candle and a withering flower.
However, the task was not without a solution.
He, too, was a genius in his own right.
"Grandpa..." Lin Li stepped forward and called out.
"I don’t take disciples," the old man said flatly, "but I do take mounts."
Lin Li: "..."
No, am I not in a game now? Why do I have to be ridiculed from the start?
Is the QQ farm going to tell me next that my crops have died?
"Young man just joking, grandpa has been getting mocked like this while gaming recently, so now I’m putting myself in their shoes, and it’s kind of enjoyable, I understand them," the old man said, scratching his head and grinning.
It felt like these two idioms were misused, but Lin Li could see that this old man had a rather youthful mindset; this was good as communication would be much easier.
"Young man, what can I do for you, are you interested in Tai Chi?" the old man inquired again, looking kind and gentle.
"No, grandpa, I want to have a vigorous martial arts sparring session with you!" Lin Li directly got to the point.
"Eh?" This answer was definitely unexpected to the old man, who scratched his head in a bit of a daze and pointed to his nose, "Spar in martial arts? Me? But I’m not really fit for Baduanjin..."
"It doesn’t matter, grandpa, I have some understanding of Tai Chi," Lin Li said confidently.
"Oh? Health-improvement Tai Chi or True Tai Chi?" the old man’s eyes lit up.
The so-called understanding of Tai Chi Lin Li had was taught by Master Zhao Benshan, who said Tai Chi is about shuffling, arranging cards, drawing cards, looking at cards, drawing cards, looking at cards, and winning.
"Health-improvement Tai Chi, I guess." Thus, Lin Li said.
"That figures." The old man nodded. If he had truly practiced Tai Chi systematically, he wouldn’t have struggled so much with Baduanjin just now.
"Then let’s spar." The old man assumed a stance, smiling.
Towards this future pillar of the nation, he had also developed a fondness for talent.
This stance indicated an intention for a Tai Chi push hands and free-hand sparring, where they could engage with their feet touching to contest. This not only determined who was stronger and tested inner strength but was much safer than real combat.
The result... the old man saw Lin Li adopting a Wing Chun stance, which was quite inaccurate, while making an ’A Do’ sound effect.
"Tai Chi, Lin Li!"
Old man: "..."
No, kid, do you really understand anything about Tai Chi? You’re not here to play tricks on this old man, are you?
"Young man you..."
The old man hadn’t finished his sentence when he saw Lin Li punch towards him.
These days the youth have no martial ethics, they’re pulling sneak attacks!
He quickly made a defensive move and instinctively neutralized and counterattacked.
No, where’s the strength?
Tai Chi emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness and leveraging force, but this young man’s punch just now, where was the force?
Haven’t eaten?
Thinking this way, the old man already had his palm on Lin Li’s shoulder.
"Whoosh—"
Lin Li flew directly away, rolling on the ground twice, then lying there, seemingly even spitting blood which looked more like saliva.
Old man: "..."
It seemed he didn’t use much strength either.
Wait a second.
The old man opened his eyes wide, pupils contracting slightly.
Damn it, a scam!
He looked around, in eight directions, and then twelve directions: indeed, there were no surveillance cameras in the park!
This young man was actually here to scam him!
No, what a breakdown of propriety and decorum! This is a reverse Tiangang! How can the young people be like this nowadays, just when he had taken quite a liking to him!
What national pillar, this one’s an enormous parasite of the country!
The world is going to hell in a handbasket, it is!
It’s not that there are fewer bad people; bad people have just gotten younger!
The old man, well-conditioned for over sixty years, held his chest, feeling the breathlessness and chest tightness for the first time.
Only magic can defeat magic, he thought for a while and decided to lay on the ground himself.
"Ouch~~ Ouch~~"
Lin Li, smiling broadly, got up at this moment, then seeing the old man lying on the ground, was taken aback and stepped back two steps with hands raised, indicating his innocence:
"Grandpa, you’re scamming me? Don’t mess around! I didn’t even use much force just now, broad daylight, there’s no point in doing this."
Lin Li was somewhat disappointed; there’s no trust in people anymore. Unexpectedly, such a kindly old man was trying to scam him; to think they were probably neighbors in the same community, he couldn’t believe it.
The world is going to hell in a handbasket, it is!
It’s not that there are fewer bad people; bad people have just gotten older!
Breathing wasn’t coming easily; this remark was choking the old man: what nonsense about a thief crying "stop thief," turning the tables, he pointed a trembling finger at Lin Li: "You, you—"