The old man was surprised, "Have you learned?"

  Shaking his head, "I just saw you guys fighting, but it seems so soft and useless."

  The old mans face changed slightly, and he said with a just tone, "Who says its useless? Havent you heard of using softness to overcome strength and stillness to control movement?"

  Shaking his head, "I only know that one move can defeat ten."

  This was the experience summed up by her master after she had tried to take a detour and failed. In fact, the master was right, and with the help of the strange power of the Ten Willows Society, she was able to deal with a certain Ten Willows junior in the Martial Arts Institute quite ruthlessly.

  Old man: "......" Which familys kid is this? Looks quite cute, but can be annoying to death.

  But looking at the little kids sparkling clear big eyes, the old man softened again. Children are not unlovable, only unlovable parents wont teach their kids. The old man beckoned to the little kid, "Whats your name? Ive never seen you before."

  As a fake monk raised by Master Fang from a young age, Xiaoguang had an instinctive affection for the kind old man. She walked over with quick steps, "I... my name is Jingchen." ... Dad said that after leaving the mountain, he couldnt call himself "poor monk" anymore, that was blasphemy against Buddha

  The elderly always like children, Jingchen is lovely, with delicate features and white tender skin. Her big round head is especially endearing. She has a simple personality and likes to use her bright clear eyes to gaze at you unconsciously, selling cuteness. Even Bai Xijin, a cold-blooded man, would soften his heart, let alone a group of leisurely elderly men and women. As a result, in less than ten minutes, Little Jingchen won over the hearts of a dozen elderly people.

  Then an old lady with a loud voice like a lions roar rushed towards a group of little boys in the distance and shouted, "Fatty, come here."

  The little boys playing basketball were all stunned, and one of the chubby ones hesitated for a moment before reluctantly running over, "Grandma, whats up?"

  The old lady pulled Xiao Jingchen over and said, "This is the new kid called Jingchen. Take her with you to play, dont bully her, or else Ill deal with you!"

  Looking at the old ladys suddenly raised palm, Rou Xiu shrunk his neck and stared with a confused expression, blinking his eyes to show that he didnt understand. Intimidated by the old ladys iron palm, Rou Xiu reluctantly led Xiao Guang away.

  The kids playing basketball were obviously familiar with each other, looking around 10 to 13 or 14 years old. The five-and-a-half-year-old Jingchen stood there, a bit out of place, when Rouqiu pulled her to the side of the court and growled in a menacing tone, "Stand still and dont make trouble, or Ill deal with you." As he spoke, he also brandished his meaty fist in a threatening manner.

  Jingchen tilted her head slightly, and the small paws hanging by her side began to stir again. All those who dared to show their fists to threaten her had been taken care of by her, and before leaving the mountain, there was still a junior apprentice lying in bed unable to get up.

  Fortunately, the meatball didnt have time to take action, and looking at Jingchens stunned expression, he thought the little guy was intimidated by him, so he ran back to his companions with satisfaction to continue playing basketball. The other kids just curiously and suspiciously glanced at Jingchen for a moment before continuing their own play.

  Basketball is almost a national sport, kids, teenagers, young people, middle-aged and even old people will play with both hands. Unfortunately, Jingchen wont, she doesnt even know that theres something called "game rules" in this world. She just stands at the edge of the court, staring blankly at the little boys running wildly around, completely not understanding whats so fun about ten people fighting for one ball, why dont they just get a few more balls and each have one?

  How stupid!

  After watching for a while, Jingchen felt bored and was about to leave when a bespectacled youth miscalculated his strength while intercepting the ball, hitting it out of bounds. The ball happened to fly towards Xiaoguangs head. The force of the flying basketball is considerable, especially for a five-and-a-half-year-old child. If hit, a concussion would be the least of the consequences. The bespectacled youths face suddenly turned pale, and everyone else was also frightened.

  Just as everyone thought Xiaoguang would be defeated, she slightly turned her body to the side, raised her hand, and with a "slap", her small paws, no bigger than half of an adults, firmly blocked the basketball that was larger than her head. Holding the ball in both hands, Xiaojing dust turned her head towards the astonished youth and asked, "Who hit me?"

  When she asked this, Jingdun stared at Rouqiu Baozi, she still remembered the threat from Baozi before, when she was about to leave, a ball flew over and hit her......, its obvious who threw the ball.

  Even lying down can get shot, right?

  Those big eyes stared at me with a hint of shyness, and the chubby meatball ran over excitedly, exclaiming, "You can play ball!"

  That just now catch action absolutely fast accurate ruthless ah have wood!

  Xiao Jingchen tilted her head and asked, "Like you guys running around and rushing to take pictures on the ground?"

  Rouqiu Pangzi didnt understand the literal meaning of Xiaojings words, and thought she was being sarcastic. Rouqius face instantly turned red, "Being able to dribble is nothing, being able to shoot is what makes a master."

  "Shoot a basket?" Xiao Jingchen showed that she didnt understand, and the fatty misunderstood her words again, taking the pure and simple literal meaning of her words as disdain, sarcasm, and cold snorts. He angrily pointed to the basket, "You have to shoot it in to be considered skilled."

  Xiao Jing dust quietly gazed at the basket, estimated the distance from himself, hugged the ball with both hands, and with a monkey-like pose, he threw it with force. The basketball drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, "Clang!" A hollow sound as it went into the basket, the iron chain that replaced the net under the basket rang out with a loud clatter.

  The boys collectively fell silent: “……○□○”

  Thats out of bounds, isnt it? How can you make a shot from such a far distance? Are you kidding me?! And what was that ridiculous pose you just made?! Shooting is a elegant sport, okay?!

  The boys collectively cracked their brains!

  The little fattys eyes lit up with a "ding" sound, he tightly grasped Xiaojingchens wrist, and his eyes sparkled like stars, "Join us, dear!"

  Jing Chen: "......"

  Without asking Jingchens opinion, Xiao Pang dragged her into the scene and shouted, "Mùtóu go rest, let him come up."

  A panting and exhausted young man immediately left the scene, sat on the ground and drank water wildly. The glasses-wearing youth looked unwell, "Han Xiong, stop messing around, hes not from our generation."

  Little fatty puffed out his chest and said, "From today on, hes one of us. He... whats your name?"

  "Dustless."

  "Alright, Jingchen, from today on, Jingchen is under my, Han Xiongs, command. Whoever dares to bully him will have to answer to me."

  A kid around ten years old saying "Lao Zi" actually doesnt have much momentum, but cant stand how fat this "Lao Zi" is, at least the tonnage is enough.

  The boy with glasses twitched at the corner of his eye and stared at the fat mans imposing figure, who fell into a disdainful silence.

  Then, Jingchen also became a member of the scene for some unknown reason.

  The fat boy pulled her to a position and said, "In a while well pass the ball to you, you have to try your best to score, got it?"