I can see the commodity price curve

Hearing the conversation between Zhang Yue and Master Wukong, Zhan Susu looked at him helplessly.

She really wanted to remind Zhang Yue the purpose of coming here today, but she didn't say it out loud.

Zhang Yue always has his own opinions on things, and Zhan Susu doesn't want to interfere with his judgment unless it is absolutely necessary.

Master Wukong was very excited to get Zhang Yue's promise.

He immediately took out his cell phone and called the Japanese samurai.

The other party didn't expect that Master Wukong could raise the money so quickly, and was obviously a little surprised.

However, this person did not say much, but told Master Wukong an address.

After hanging up the phone, Master Wukong smiled and said to Zhang Yue: "Done, let's go, let's go quickly."

Zhang Yue frowned: "Now?"

Master Wukong nodded: "Yes, the other party chose the address at the Great Leiyin Temple, which is nearly one kilometer away from here.

It's eleven o'clock in the morning. If we go late, we may miss lunch."

Zhang Yue looked at him helplessly. He didn't expect that this guy was a foodie.

only……

Great Leiyin Temple?

Zhang Yue knew about the Great Leiyin Temple because he had just burned incense there.

But for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong.

If you run, you can reach a distance of one thousand meters in three or four minutes.

Of course we had to walk slower, since there were other monks from the Shaolin Temple traveling with us as well.

When there are more people, it will naturally be slower.

It was not until twenty minutes later that everyone arrived at the Great Leiyin Temple.

The next moment, Zhang Yue was stunned.

Because the Leiyin Temple is now full of tourists, they are surrounded by three layers inside and outside.

Some people kept talking loudly about something, and they looked very excited.

With doubts, Zhang Yue walked over.

He grabbed a tall man and said, "Brother, what's going on here? Why is it so lively?"

The tall man's face was filled with anger. "What else can I do? The Japanese are too arrogant these days, aren't they? They actually provoked me in public."

Just as Zhang Yue was about to ask, a voice rang out: "Everyone, I know you must be very angry at the moment, and you want to beat us together and make us unable to take care of ourselves.

To be honest, I really hope you do this.

Because it shows that you are full of fear.

One hundred years ago, there was a warrior in our Japanese country. He came here alone and set up a ring, hoping to compete with the martial arts masters of China.

But the result disappointed him greatly.

He stood on the ring for seven whole days, but no one dared to stand up.

There were seven foreigners from the West with him at that time.

Seeing this, the seven foreigners couldn't help but laugh loudly, saying that the Chinese were nothing, the typical sick men of East Asia.

That’s right, this is how the phrase “Sick Man of East Asia” came about.

Only the warrior from our country doesn't think so. He believes that there are still many experts among the Chinese.

It’s just that everyone usually does things in a low-key manner and doesn’t like to stand out.

So he thought of an idea. He found a piece of white cloth, wrote the words "Sick Man of East Asia" on it and painted it on the stage.

He also said that if no one is willing to stand up after seeing this piece of white cloth, then the Chinese people will truly be the sick men of East Asia.

In fact, the Chinese did not disappoint him.

When people saw the white cloth, they immediately stood up and challenged him.

This warrior fought with all those who challenged him. He fought thirteen times in total and won all thirteen times.

Such powerful fighting ability fully demonstrates what the true Bushido spirit is.

Another seven days passed, and no one challenged him again.

Because everyone knows that they are no match for this warrior.

But this warrior did not give up. He left Shaolin Temple and, carrying the white cloth with the words "Sick Man of Asia" written on it, fought from south to north.

Until a man named Huo Yuanjia appeared.

Huo Yuanjia was very powerful. He only used three moves to defeat the warrior so badly that he could never stand up again.

Then he used his actual actions to prove what real Chinese Kung Fu is. "

After listening to the Japanese warrior's story, the tourists in the audience were very angry at first.

Because Japanese warriors had always said that Chinese Kung Fu was not good, until Huo Yuanjia appeared and defeated the enemy with three moves.

Everyone's faces looked better.

A voice said: "Of course, we have so many martial arts masters, how could we be inferior to you Japanese?
At the beginning, we were no match, it was just that the level of the person who attacked was too low, but it does not mean that Chinese martial arts are not good. "

"That's right, this is also the reason why Huo Yuanjia defeated the opponent instantly with just one move.

But Huo Yuanjia was not very powerful at that time. In China, his fighting ability was not even ranked in the top ten thousand."

As soon as these words came out, the people around immediately looked over:
"Brother, you're not asleep, are you? How dare you say Huo Yuanjia isn't powerful?"

"How could a martial arts master like Huo Yuanjia not even rank in the top 10,000?

I dare say that, looking at the society at that time, there were only a handful of people who could defeat Huo Yuanjia."

The man just now saw that he was being mocked by the crowd and rolled his eyes: "I said you don't understand what I'm saying or what?

Huo Yuanjia is really not that powerful.

As for the reason, a third-rate expert who can't even be ranked in the top 10,000 can defeat the Japanese warrior with just three moves. What does this mean?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone came to their senses instantly.

It turns out that the other party said this on purpose.

If Huo Yuanjia was the best martial artist in China at that time, then his defeat of the Japanese warrior didn't seem that impressive.

But it would be different if he couldn't even be ranked as a third-rate master and then easily defeated the Japanese samurai.

"Hahahaha, this big brother is right. Huo Yuanjia is not powerful at all."

"Not only is he not powerful, he doesn't even know martial arts."

"Huo Yuanjia is just a farmer, wielding a hoe to till the land every day. He is just a little stronger."

“And he hadn’t eaten yet when he attacked. It took him three moves to take down the Japanese warrior.

If he was well fed and well-drinking, how could he possibly use the third move?
At most one move will win."

"..."

Everyone started praising him, and as a result, Huo Yuanjia, who was known for his invincible fighting power in the TV series, suddenly became nothing.

Hearing what everyone said, the Japanese samurai just smiled slightly.

When everyone had finished speaking, he spoke: "You are right, Chinese martial arts are profound and far beyond the reach of our remote island country.

But that was a hundred years ago, things are different now.

Now please allow me to introduce a person. His name is Ichiro Sakata. He is not only my teacher, but also the most powerful karate master in our Japan in recent years.

After defeating other karate members in his country, he decided to come to China to challenge.

Before we came, someone told us not to come.

Because he said that China nowadays does not attach importance to physical exercise at all.

Everyone is so weak that it is almost impossible for anyone to survive three moves against Ichiro Sakata."

After these words were spoken, the tourists, whose emotions had originally calmed down, became ugly again.

As for the reason, of course it was because this Japanese samurai and his teacher Ichiro Sakata were too arrogant.

It's impossible for anyone to defeat you in three moves. You're even thicker-skinned than your ancestor!

But they can only show their anger on the surface, and the reason is very simple.

These people are just tourists. They usually run, lift dumbbells, etc. When it comes to martial arts, they really don't know how to do it.

Seeing the expressions of the crowd, the Japanese samurai remained calm.

He pointed to the piece of cloth behind him with the words "Sick Man of East Asia" written on it and said: "I know you must be very angry at this moment.

But there is no use getting angry. If you want to prove that you are no weaker than your ancestors a hundred years ago, just use your fists.

The one who always beat me was Ichiro Sakata, and I kowtowed and admitted my mistake in front of everyone.

Not only that, I am willing to give one million as a reward to the warrior who defeated my teacher."

After these words were spoken, everyone was stunned again.

They immediately looked at Ichiro Sakata, a short man only 1.6 meters tall.

If I defeat this guy I'll get one million, wouldn't that be awesome?

But everyone thought about it, but no one stood up.

The reason is simple. Although Ichiro Sakata is not tall, he has a very strong body.

He looks a bit like an athlete practicing the 100-meter sprint.

Especially his arms, which are thicker than an ordinary person's thighs.

So don’t even mention that the other party is a karate master. Even if he doesn’t know anything, based on his physique, I am probably not his opponent.

The Japanese samurai had already anticipated the tourists' reactions.

He smiled slightly: “Of course, if no one can defeat my master.

I'm sorry, but this piece of white cloth will have to hang here forever."

The scene suddenly became extremely quiet.

Suddenly a voice said: "We don't know martial arts, so we can't beat him, but this is Shaolin Temple!

All the martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin, and Shaolin Temple also has a martial arts school, where the students are more skilled in fighting than each other.

Find a powerful one and let these little ones see why the flowers are so red. "

Others nodded.

Everyone was discussing how to call for help, when Master Wukong, who had been waiting for a long time, could no longer hold back:

"Everyone, please make way!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked over.

When they saw Master Wukong's bald head, they quickly made way for him.

Master Wukong slowly walked onto the stage, his eyes fixed on the Japanese warrior:

"If you want a duel, then let's have a duel. There's no need to be so bluffing, right?"

He originally thought that Ichiro Sakata's challenge to him was just a competition between martial artists.

I didn't expect that the other party was determined to make things bigger.

The Japanese warriors laughed when they heard this: "Master Wukong, we in Japan are not like you in China.

No matter what you do, you like to keep a low profile, pay attention to moderation, and are unwilling to be the first to stand out.

But we are different.

As the saying goes, a real man should keep everything to himself.

Which is better, your Shaolin Temple's martial arts or our Japanese karate? Why can't we let everyone know?"

After saying that, he looked at the tourists who had come before him and said, “You guys agree, right?”

After hearing the conversation between the two, the tourists had roughly guessed what was going on.

Although they felt that the Japanese warrior's attitude was a bit arrogant, they still nodded:
"You are right. We Chinese are open and aboveboard. We don't need to hide anything."

"Also, the saying that a real man should have nothing to hide from others also comes from China.

So, Master, please make sure to defeat that guy called Sakata Ichiro in person."

"Yes, I must defeat him myself!"

Master Wukong nodded and said to everyone with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill my mission."

He walked to the ring and looked up at Ichiro Sakata: "You go first, I'll give you three moves."

As soon as these words were spoken, thunderous applause broke out from the audience.

Many people gave a thumbs up: "Great!"

"Let the opponent take three moves, a true martial arts master."

"Master, why don't you just give him ten moves? If we fight him fairly, it really won't show the demeanor of our great country, China."

Master Wukong suddenly turned his head to look at the person who was speaking: "My brother, Sakata Ichiro is very powerful.

Allowing him three moves is already my limit, but you asked me to let him have ten moves.

Do you want me to be beaten to death by him?"

He said this so playfully that everyone couldn't help laughing.

Master Wukong turned his head and looked at Sakata Ichiro again: "Okay, you take action!"

Sakata Ichiro's eyes narrowed slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Our fight is fair and just, you don't have to give in."

Master Wukong was about to speak when Ichiro Sakata suddenly waved his hand.

The Japanese warrior just now nodded quickly.

Then he brought a wooden man to the ring.

The wooden man stake is used by martial artists when practicing boxing. It is a main wooden stake with many branches on it.

This wooden dummy is much larger than the ordinary one.

When Ichiro Sakata saw the wooden man, he suddenly took a deep breath, took off his clothes, revealing the muscles on his chest and back.

Then he roared and started punching and kicking the wooden man.

Suddenly, bang!

Ichiro Sakata punched out, and the wooden stick nailed to the wooden man broke into two pieces.

He then punched again and again, and soon only a thick trunk was left of the wooden man.

The audience was silent.

Ichiro Sakata's performance just now made them realize that this Japanese samurai is really quite capable.

Especially the power, which is unbelievable.

But it's not over yet.

The Japanese warrior then carried out ten bricks.

Ichiro Sakata walked over, stacked the ten bricks together, then roared and swung out with his palm knife.

Ten bricks broke into twenty pieces in an instant.

Then he took out another piece of iron plate and chopped hard on one end. The iron plate did not break, but bent into 90 degrees.

Ichiro Sakata gradually showed off his unique skills, and the faces of the audience around him became increasingly ugly as he showed off.

Suddenly, a voice said, "Master Wukong, why don't you just forget it!"

Others followed suit and said, “Yes, let’s stop fighting.

Fighting is something only barbarians do. As civilized people, why don’t we compete with him in poetry and song?
It just so happens that I can write poetry. How about we compete in poetry with Ichiro Sakata?
You can choose any of ancient poetry, modern poetry, five-character or seven-character poetry.

Or if you can't write poetry, you can try other literary genres.

Narrative, argumentative, expository, etc.

Doesn’t your country have a literary giant named Yasunari Kawabata?

So I know that your cultural heritage is not weak either.

Come on, let's make a pair first."

"I think what you said is too profound, how about we compete in singing?

The Onion-Flipping Song in your country is quite famous, so you can sing this one.

I will sing my grandmother's song Penghu Bay to see whose voice is better."

(End of this chapter)