A Panda's Martial Arts

"How do you say that? The friendship between China and South Korea depends on Japan, and it just so happened that I had a little bit of trouble with the Japanese in the past two days, so... But it's not that I can't even eat."

"Is it a big deal?"

Qiao Dong's face became serious.

"I'm also a local, so if I need help with anything, just say it."

"It's not a big deal, I can handle it."

Park Yongyeol shook his head, obviously not wanting to get too entangled in this topic.

"Don't talk about me, talk about you, what's wrong with you? Is your mentor bothering you again?"

"No... You might not believe this kind of thing."

Seeing the waiter bring up the sake he just ordered, Qiao Dong poured himself a glass and drank it up.

It takes some time to organize the language, otherwise he himself doesn't know how to say this kind of nonsense.

"That...Old Pu, do you believe that animals are also intelligent?"

"Isn't this the research topic you mentioned last time?"

Park Yongyeol frowned.

"He also said that he found a sika deer with human intelligence... You are the professional in this kind of thing, how could I know."

"Uh, no."

Qiao Dong scratched his head in embarrassment, and simply poured himself another glass of wine.

"If, I mean, if, not only sika deer, but all animals are intelligent, what do you think the world will be like?"

"This……"

Park Yongyeol was lost in thought.

Qiao Dong didn't interrupt Park Yongyeol's thinking, but poured him a glass of wine silently.

The steaming sukiyaki pot was brought up, and the table was covered with seafood and sushi. Park Yongyeol didn't recover from his thoughts until all the dishes were served.

"What you said, I think of a folklore...Let me tell you a story."

Through the rising heat, Park Yongyeol spoke.

"That's a very popular story in Korea."

It is said that there used to be a herb collector who went to the mountains to look for ginseng for his elderly and sick mother, but he was caught by a big tiger on the way. And his old mother was left unattended and would die tragically.

When thinking of this, the herb picker had an idea, and he simply knelt down in front of the tiger.

"Brother! So you are here! I finally found you! You are my big brother who was cursed and turned into a tiger! I have been looking for you for many years!"

According to the herb collectors, the tiger was cursed and his memory was also erased, so he couldn't remember the past, but they were indeed blood brothers.

Of course, this is all nonsense, it's just that the herb collectors are desperate to give it a go.

But after hearing the story of the herb picker, which was as ridiculous as the Arabian Nights, the tiger believed it.

"I'm like this now, I'm afraid going to see my mother will only scare her, please be filial to my mother for me."

Saying so, the tiger let the herbal gatherer go, and often sent wild boars and deer to make up for the herb picker's old mother.

The old mother of the herb picker heard about the tiger, and the old man who was moved, dragging his seriously ill body, went to meet the tiger in the yard, officially admitted that the tiger was also a member of the family, and really treated him like a son treat.

When the old man finally died of illness, the tiger starved himself to death because of excessive grief, without eating or drinking for a whole month.

""I'm going to Huangquan to accompany my mother", that's what Tiger finally said. "

Putting a chopstick of beef into his mouth, Park Yongyeol finished telling the story.

"This is the story of "Brother Tiger", which is well-known in Korea... I don't study animals, so if you suddenly ask me that, I can only think of this story. "

"Sounds like it's very happy, but isn't the tiger a little bit out of luck?"

After listening to the story, Qiao Dong frowned.

"Look, this tiger first gave meat to others, then became a son to others, and finally lost its life...couldn't it be that the skin was skinned and sold?"

"Hey! Are you insulting the history of our Korean people!"

Park Yongyeol's face darkened immediately, and he was so angry that he almost threw the wine glass over.

"Just be joking and pay attention to the content!"

"I'm not kidding, this story is really a bit... Forget it, it's my fault, let's not talk about it."

Seeing that Park Yongyeol was really angry, Qiao Dong had no choice but to skip this topic.

"Let's talk about myself. In fact, I came to ask you today because I encountered something... You may not believe it when I tell you."

Recalling the battle last night, Qiao Dong finally decided to chat with his old friend.

"You may not believe it, but last night, I fought with a panda who knows martial arts."

"what?"

Park Yongyeol's eyes widened, and he looked at Qiao Dong with confusion.

"Well, I got into a fight with a panda who knows martial arts."

Qiao Dong nodded, subconsciously raised his right hand to the position between his chest and abdomen.

That's where he got hit yesterday.

"And I lost, less than ten seconds."

"Joe Dong..."

"what happened?"

"Fly less leaves, that thing is not good for the brain."

Chapter 52

It took a full hour for Qiao Dong to explain clearly to Park Yonglie that when he was studying in the United States, he did not learn Kazakhs at parties, nor did he eat any unfamiliar mushrooms before coming here today.

In fact, he himself felt that this kind of thing was a bit absurd, after all, he didn't even have any scars on his body that could prove himself - but when he recounted the battle yesterday, Park Yongyeol unexpectedly believed his words.

"You mean he pushed your hand away, got into your arms, and then punched you at close range?"

Imagining the fighting scene described by Qiao Dong in his mind, Park Yongyeol spoke.

"How did you get in? Walk or turn around?"

"The one who took a step forward and came in...does it make any difference?"

Qiao Dong scratched his head, Pu Yongyeol's words made him a little confused.

"What else is there to pay attention to?"

"Turning around is like Bajiquan in your Chinese martial arts. In that case, you should be hit by an elbow."

When it comes to the fields he is familiar with, Park Yongyeol talks eloquently.

"If you walk in directly, it's Xingyiquan. You should have taken a Bengquan forcefully... It still hit the nail on the head. If you didn't get killed, it's considered the opponent's hand."

"This...you don't doubt me now?"

Qiao Dong took a piece of sushi and put it in his mouth.

"Then why did you have to think I was flying over leaves just now?"

"Because this thing is really ridiculous. I was beaten by a panda with martial arts. If there is no evidence, no one will believe it."

Park Yongyeol shrugged.

"But the moves you mentioned are complete. It's not like someone like you who only knows how to train muscles can make it up, so I can only try to believe it."

"Technology...?"

Qiao Dong was silent.

In his understanding all along, muscle strength is absolute, no matter what technique is in front of absolute strength—

When he was bullied while studying in the United States, it was not that he had never learned taekwondo from Park Yongyeol, but that kind of kick was meaningless when facing those black men with strong muscles.

So he chose to build muscle and make himself bigger and stronger than those black and white guys, and he did.

He will no longer lose to those blacks, whites and Hispanics, he has defended his dignity with strong muscles.

But the battle last night shattered his pride in his muscles.

He lost to tricks he once felt pointless.

"That's the way it is."

Facing Qiao Dong's depression, Park Yonglie just shook his head.

"You don't think that muscle strength can really determine everything, do you? Like this kind of beast whose physique can't lose to you, it knows how to use technology, and you only know how to punch with brute force. Why do you think you will win?"

"I……"

"What are you? Are you different from the tiger you mentioned earlier?"

Park Yongyeol looked into Qiao Dong's eyes with a puzzled expression.

"The Siberian tiger in the zoo has a physique but has never learned the skills of hunting. It only knows how to use brute force to attack it. If you knock it down by knowing the tiger's body, you will feel that you are very powerful...

If the panda came over, you only knew how to punch violently. The panda hit your vitals and knocked you over. Obviously the two things are the same, why did you rush later? "

"Uh..." This time, Qiao Dong couldn't even think of words to defend.

Just because the facts in front of you are too sharp.

There was no euphemism in Park Yongyeol's words, every word was like a slap in the face, slapping him hard on the face - until now, Qiao Dong clearly realized that he had no reason to be arrogant at all.

He who only knows how to use brute force is no different from the tiger he knocked down in the zoo.

No matter how much you don't want to admit it, it's a reality.

"Do you still think that the tiger's attack is a woman's way of fighting, and your punching is a man's way of fighting? Do you dare to be scratched by a tiger head-on?"

Park Yongyeol was still talking, and the harsh words made Qiao Dong bow his head in shame.

The answer, of course, is not to dare.