No one can be a dog licker

A pretty 10-year-old girl came up to Wu Baitian and asked softly, "Qian Shuai! Do you think I am practicing correctly?"

The girl was wearing a light pink training suit and her hair was tied up with a simple headband, making her look particularly lively.

Before Wu Baitian could answer, a sudden childish voice spoke up: "Sister Tongmo, it's wrong for you to practice like this!"

A five-year-old boy came staggering over, with mud and bruises on his face, and his childish voice was full of disapproval.

The child demon was slightly stunned when he heard this, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes when he looked at the boy.

The boy pretended not to see it. He approached Wu Baitian and said seriously, "The true meaning of a sword is not to kill, but to hide. A truly powerful warrior does not rely on how sharp his weapon is, but on whether he can hide his killing intent invisibly.

But Sister Tongmo, your knife doesn't even have a handle or scabbard. It's not only easy to hurt others, but also easy to hurt yourself."

As he spoke, he stretched out his little hand and pointed to the place on the child demon's hand where the skin was worn away by the wooden sword.

"Humph!"

Tong Mo glared at Wu Xiaobao and quickly put his hands behind his back, not wanting Wu Baitian to discover the injury on his hand.

At this time, Wu Baitian smiled, stood up from his seat, took Tong Mo's hand and took a look, and found that there was nothing serious.

Then he pretended to be unhappy and said, "Xiaobao has some truth in what he said, Tongmo, the most important thing to use a knife is two hands. I see that you have really practiced the standing practice well in the past six months, so I allowed you to use a wooden stick.

You've sharpened the stick into a knife? Apply some medicine first, then memorize the basic knife techniques, and then take the test with Uncle Zun. If Uncle Zun thinks you've passed, he'll allow you to use a wooden knife."

Wu Baitian took the rough wood piece from Tong Mo's hand and said, "You are not allowed to use this anymore."

Tong Mo's eyes were shining brightly, and he wanted to jump up, but he quickly asked, "Qian Shuai, does the knife have to be hidden? Does it have to have a scabbard? I don't like it."

"How could that be? What is hidden is the killing intent, not the knife. The scabbard is just an auxiliary. If you can make your knife have both killing nature and no killing intent, it doesn't matter whether it has a scabbard or not."

Tong Mo was even more confused by Wu Baitian's words, but even though her mind was full of questions, she still chose to turn around and leave.

With Wu Xiaobao present, no matter what she said, he could always come up with a rebuttal, so it would be better for her to say nothing.

At this time, Xiaobao also frowned, not understanding what Wu Baitian meant.

Wu Baitian sat back in his seat, pulled out Wu Xiaobao's small stool beside him, and motioned for him to sit down.

I rubbed his brow with my hand and asked, "Xiaobao, what don't you understand?"

Wu Xiaobao pouted and shook his head: "I don't understand. What the book says is different from what you said. The scabbard and the sword are originally one."

"One body? Xiaobao, a warrior and his weapon are one body. The scabbard is like a piece of clothing. Some people like it, but some don't. Is that a problem?"

Wu Xiaobao suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. What about Sister Tong Mo? She's an exhibitionist!"

Wu Baitian smiled slightly and did not say anything, obviously not wanting to get too involved in this topic.

It is inevitable that the future Sword Demon and Calligraphy Saint will dislike each other, even without any trigger.

Seeing that Wu Baitian was silent, Wu Xiaobao thought for a moment:

"Qian Shuai, I know that my sister is different from me because she was not born an orphan. Her parents were eaten by ferocious beasts, and she was saved by an uncle with a knife. That's why she likes knives and is very... crazy..."

Wu Xiaobao considered the words to describe the child demon, "But hatred cannot make people sober. Although negative emotions can sometimes inspire people's fighting spirit and motivate them to move forward, they can also completely devour her. I don't want her to die because of this in the future."

"Even though my words always annoy her, I still have to speak!"

Wu Baitian did not comment on whether his idea was right or wrong. Some people can only succeed with careful teaching, while others cannot.

Even though he faced adversity in his previous life, Wu Xiaobao never strayed from the right path, which is enough to prove the tenacity of his character.

Therefore, Wu Baitian would never impose his own ideas on him, but would only guide him when there was a clear distinction between right and wrong, good and evil.

"Xiaobao, have you written down the permanent populations of our Nanzhao Province, Yichuan Province, and Qianzhong County?"

"Yes! Whether it's names, looks, ages, personalities, traits or addresses, I have written down all the information of 323,623,767 people. It's just that... the list of those who were born in the past two days has not been delivered yet."

Wu Baitian touched Wu Xiaobao's head, and then handed the list of 109 Wuhan University participants, including their accompanying personnel, to his side, on his own small table: "Great~ Write these down, I'll take you to Quyuan City tomorrow."

"Okay!" Wu Xiaobao nodded frantically, reading ten lines at a glance. In a moment, he raised his head, looked at Wu Baitian and said, "Remember it!"

People often say, "Comparing people will make you angry; comparing goods will make you throw them away." Geniuses are often envied by God. This may be an description of the calligraphy master Feng Duo.

But there is another saying that a cheap name is more likely to keep you happy, so it shouldn’t be considered jealousy when Wu Baitian named him Wu Xiaobao, right?

……

In the eyes of ordinary Chinese people, Wuda is just an illusory and completely unfamiliar term, just like titles such as the God of War and the Saint of War.

People flock to it, yearn for it, but can never reach it.

How strong are the students of Wuda University? What is the difference between them and the martial artists and local leaders they usually see?

Is it really as the novel says, that when one person succeeds, everyone around him will benefit?

At this moment, the mysterious and noble Wuhan University seems to be drawing a huge veil for the world.

Various reports have been released online since July. As long as they are relevant, they are always on the front page and are always popular.

"Exclusive report, the National Freshman Exchange Competition may become China's first martial arts competition open to the public!"

"Three of the four Chinese universities are participating in this. Are they crushing the other Wuda universities or are they just empty names?"

"Martial God and Martial University? It's hard to be called one of the four great schools!"

"The Nine Schools Alliance - the key to breaking the curse of 'Four Schools'."

"God bless China, the proud people gather here, the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon witness the glory of this prosperous era."

"Secret, secret, secret! This exchange competition involves a dispute over 30 billion policy funding."

"There are 109 martial arts universities, but there is no martial arts university. Is it decline or disdain?"

This is the first time in all these years that such a large-scale national freshman exchange competition has been held.

In the past, such exchange competitions were held on a very small scale and would never be known to ordinary people.

Just like the 'Hongmen Banquet' - a four-school league - that the three schools prepared in October last year to test the God of War, Wuhan University.

This kind of competition involving 109 Wuhan universities across the country would have been impossible in the past.

Ordinary teachers and students of Wuda University were naturally unaware of this and only regarded this as a great opportunity to promote the school spirit and give it a try.

Lost?

Losing is normal.

Because they are under the pressure of the alliance of three universities and nine schools. In terms of resources, faculty and foundation, how can they compare?

But what if, what if I win? Even just one round!

That could be the beginning of a great leap forward!

The story of the underdog conquering the superior is always the most exciting one.

But would the three institutes not know about this? At least the school leaders all knew about it.

Last October, Wu Baitian led 14 freshmen from Wuhan University to compete against sophomores and juniors from three schools, almost destroying the reputation of Wuhan University since its founding.

Moreover, with a record of three wins and one draw, it proved to all those who attempted to shake the status of Wushen Wuda that it was still standing firm and majestic.

And now, in just one year, Wu Baitian has not only secured the position of the "standard signing" coach.

He also gradually concentrated the power that the Dianqian had lost back into his own hands. Starting from Nanzhao Province, his influence quickly expanded outward and he was sharpening his sword.

This time, Wu Baitian's show of force was really a complete reversal of priorities, luring the enemy into a trap.