chapter 7 I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is

Outside the window of the high-speed train, scenes of beautiful, majestic and meandering mountains and rivers flash by.

Solomon Santee was in a daze.

The high-speed train is bound for the East Sea, and Solomon Santee has received a death order. If he cannot bring his daughter-in-law back to the East Sea this time, he will never even think about stepping into his home again!

The old man in the family never spoke this time. But one night before leaving, Solomon Santee was in his grandfather's study. By chance, he saw four iron-blooded calligraphy on the desk: Qian. Long Zaiyuan!

When the high-speed train was approaching the East Sea, it stopped at a station on the way. Three more young boys dressed like students got on the carriage where Solomon Santee was.

After they came up, the car quickly started moving again.

However, among these three male college students, two of them are international students from South Korea, and they are full of bad words.

One of them has long hair, a fair face, and is very effeminate, while the other has a crew cut, earrings, and a bit of a naughty vibe.

When they got on the bus, they couldn't help but look at the two green, young, fashionable girls sitting next to them in short skirts.

They talked to the two girls in somewhat broken Chinese.

At first, their voices were not loud, but after a few exchanges with the two girls, their voices couldn't help but become louder. They spoke unabashedly about the nobility of Korea and their respect for China. All kinds of dissatisfaction and contempt.

"Our Korean cultural heritage is the most complete and ancient in the world. Just like rice dumplings, papermaking, printing, etc., they were all invented by our ancient Korean ancestors!"

The long-haired Korean international student looked at one of the girls with hot eyes and spoke in a condescending tone.

The girl has long hair, permed into wavy hair, and wears sexy and flesh-revealing clothes, which attracts men's attention.

"No, aren't the things you mentioned all invented by us in China? I think I've heard that Korea has kimchi, plastic surgery, taekwondo and so on." The girl said hesitantly.

"No, no, no, you may not know much about history. These really belong to us. By the way, the Taekwondo you just mentioned is the glory of our Korean Empire and the national martial art of our country!"

The long-haired Korean international student continued to brag and looked at the girl with even more intense eyes.

"Yes, there is no fighting technique in this world that can surpass Taekwondo!"

The Korean student with a crew cut looked at the other girl with a haircut and said something in a haughty tone.

"Is Taekwondo very powerful? Our Chinese martial arts are also very powerful."

The girl with a haircut put down her phone and looked at the Korean student with a crew cut suspiciously.

"Of course it's great! Let me tell you this, the Chinese martial arts you are talking about are not worth mentioning in front of our country's Taekwondo, just like rubbish! I practice Taekwondo, and I am a master of level 7 Taekwondo! "

The long-haired Korean international student spoke proudly, and then stretched out his arm.

He raised his arms, and under the white skin, the muscles bulged exaggeratedly upward!

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The two girls couldn't help but be a little surprised when they looked at the strong muscles on the long-haired Korean international student. Such strong muscles are indeed very visually impactful.

When the long-haired Korean international student saw this, a gloomy smile flashed across his lips. He was already familiar with picking up girls like this who were new to the world.

After he showed off his muscles, he slowly took out a seemingly solid walnut from his bag. Then, he held the walnut in his hand and suddenly exerted force. The whole walnut made a clicking sound. Then, the walnut Shattered!

"You see, this is just the tip of the iceberg when I practice Taekwondo and show my strength!"

The long-haired Korean international student pretended to be serious.

"We are actually also interested in modern fighting. We are all freshmen at East Sea University. After school starts, we also want to join a Taekwondo or martial arts club."

The girl who also had long hair permed into big curls looked at the long-haired Korean international student with deep respect in her eyes.

"Well, you must learn Taekwondo. You can add us on WeChat first. We happen to be going to the East Sea. Later, we can teach you. As for the so-called Chinese martial arts, it is all deceptive rubbish!"

The long-haired Korean international student walked step by step, his words full of arrogance and contempt.

By the window, Solomon Santee, who was thinking about something, couldn't help but frowned. Two Korean stickmen who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth dared to insult the Chinese martial arts here?

Not only Solomon Santee, but also the slightly older Chinese people in the car had dissatisfaction and anger on their faces.

"Mom, is Taekwondo really so powerful? Didn't my grandfather say that martial arts is the most powerful in the world? When Laban grows up, he wants to be a strong man. So, should I learn Taekwondo or martial arts? Okay?" A little boy of four or five years old asked in doubt in the car.

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The young mother hesitated.

"Also, Mom, didn't Grandpa say before that things like rice dumplings, printing, and papermaking were all invented by our country?" The little boy named Laban was confused again.

"Little brother, don't listen to their nonsense. Zongzi, printing, papermaking, etc. are all from China. Do you know what the predecessor of Korea is? It was the former Goryeo. In ancient times, our country was the king, and they were Sir, they have to pay tribute to us every year! It’s just a small ant country!”

At this moment, the Chinese college student who came up with the two foreign students from earlier stood up angrily.

He is nearly 1.8 meters tall, has a relatively burly build, has a mohawk haircut, and is filled with an unruly aura.

After he got on the bus, he heard two Korean students bragging about picking up girls. He didn't want to pay attention to them at first, but they became more and more enthusiastic and even shamelessly referred to the ancient Chinese civilization as being from the country of Bangzi. He couldn't listen anymore.

"As for Taekwondo, hey, how can it be compared with the Chinese martial arts when it's just that kind of fancy fists and embroidered legs? When our Chinese martial arts appeared, let alone their Taekwondo, even their country hadn't appeared yet!"

"Asshole, what are you talking about? How dare you say that Taekwondo in our country is just a show of force and embroidery?"

The long-haired Korean international student stood up directly, his voice cold and with a hint of barely concealed anger.

"Is not it?"

The male college student didn't show any fear and suddenly took a step forward.

"Have you ever practiced Chinese martial arts?" The long-haired Korean international student walked directly in front of the male college student.

"I know a little bit about it. I'm from the martial arts club at East Sea University." The male college student said.

"Okay, very good. Haven't you practiced martial arts? Don't say that I bully you. As long as you can catch my three moves, I will admit what you said. Do you dare to take it?"

The long-haired Korean international student looked at the male college student arrogantly and contemptuously, like a giant dragon looking down at an ant.