Chapter 021 Who is the real person in Mantang Xibei?
When Xia Xun saw the burly and muscular bodies of the four martial arts masters, he felt a little satisfied. The physical fitness of these four martial arts masters was undoubtedly first-class, but the way of martial arts did not necessarily mean that he was a master because of his height and strength. He turned out to be proficient in grappling and fighting.
, I already understand this truth. Since I learned real traditional martial arts from Uncle Hu Jiuliu, I have a deeper understanding of it, so I want to show these four people a hand and see how deep their kung fu is.
The four martial arts masters had just sat down. After hearing this, a big man sitting on the left suddenly stood up, clasped his hands in his fists and said: "Sir, I am Yuan Che. I am nicknamed Yuan Dapao. My best kung fu is the Shaolin Cannon."
Beat, as the saying goes, 'The flower of Shaoshi's authentic martial arts, the king of all fists, the artillery boxing frame; with every move, the sky collapses, and the hands, feet, and steps are swept up in the wind and sand; the fists are like firing, the body of the artillery is like a dragon, and the speed is so fast that even monsters are afraid of it.' Here is the artillery boxing set below.
The fist is like a cannon and is extremely powerful. I can practice it in front of you. Please see it clearly."
This Yuan Che leopard has a ring of eyes, a curly beard like a halberd, and a tuft of heart-protecting hair on his chest. He looks the most fierce, as if he is flying fiercely, and his temperament is really straightforward. After saying that, he walked to the center of the hall to stop, and suddenly let out a
He shouted loudly, stepped out to the left, clenched his fists with both hands, and followed with a roar, a "golden rooster independence", clean and neat, like a tiger and a tiger.
After standing still in the starting position, he practiced one move after another, lunging to smash his elbow, turning around and punching, doing a right chop from a horse stance, a left chop, a tiger holding his head... Every time he made a move, he would shout loudly.
The sound was like a thunderbolt, and the fist was like thunder. His fist shadows were everywhere in his eyes, and his violent shouts were in his ears. His heart was shaking and his mind was dazzled. Xiaodi felt a little scared and subconsciously avoided Xia Xun.
Beside him, he quietly held the corner of his clothes.
Cannon Fist is a fire type, strong in nature, ready to explode at the touch of a button, every move and style is never sloppy, just keep your body in a straight line, and use your hands when you stretch your body, there is almost no gap between the moves. A set of punches will make people dazzled.
, after this set of punches, Yuan Dapao didn't blush or pant. He hugged Xia Xunxiong's fists and returned to his seat triumphantly.
The second man from the left, who was slightly more capable than Yuan Dapao, also stood up, smiled and clasped his fists, saying: "Sir, I am Leng Wuqi. My best kung fu is the Five Elements Fist, which is the so-called Dragon, Tiger, Leopard, Crane, Snake, and Dragon Fist."
Train your spirit, Tiger Fist trains your bones, Leopard Fist trains your strength, Crane Fist trains your essence, Snake Fist trains your Qi, Plum Blossom Pose and Seven Stars, combine hardness and softness in your form. Please give me your advice!"
After Leng Wuqi finished speaking, he let out a tiger roar and flexed his fingers like claws. Then, in the hall, dragons soared and tigers leaped, leopards leaped and cranes soared, spiritual snakes spat out messages, and the Five Elements Fist was unleashed, which combines strength and softness.
It was really pleasing to the eye, completely different from Yuan Dapao's heart-stopping cannon punches, which made Guanshi Xiao and Xiao Di beam with joy. Xia Xun sat there, but his face was very calm, showing neither approval nor contempt.
After Master Leng finished his performance, Master Zhou Peng, who was sitting in the first place on the right, stood up. This Master Zhou practiced hard qigong, such as piercing the throat with a golden spear, bending the neck with an iron rod, hitting the back with a log, and breaking the palm.
Qingzhuan, a set of hard qigong exercises was thrilling to watch. When Xia Xun saw this, he nodded slightly, but there was still no expression on his face.
The fourth master is called Yun Wanli. Master Yun practices the Eagle Claw Kung Fu. He has a strong posture, sharp hands and eyes, flexible steps, and explosive strength. I saw him flexing his fingers like claws, grabbing and pinching, turning and smashing locks, and collapsing.
The interception and hanging were dizzying for everyone to see, and the legs were also kicking and kicking, and they were flexible and versatile. That figure was flying in the sky like a kite, and such a spacious hall seemed to be unable to hide his figure. Among the four people, he should be the one
This person was the most impressive, but what was strange was that at this moment, Xia Xun shook his head unobtrusively, and his originally expectant eyes gradually dimmed.
Master Yun reached the last move of the Eagle Claw Fist. With an eagle bark, he leaped up, grabbed the roof beam with the five fingers of his right hand, spread his left arm, and made an eagle pounce on food in the air.
Mantangcai. Xiao Guanshi said happily: "Young master, look, these four masters are very good at martial arts, right?"
Xia Xun pursed his lips, and before he could think of what to say, a cold voice came from the door of the hall: "You are so clever! You are showing off your skills and embroidered legs. Is this the living room of the Yang family, or is it a place for performing arts?"
The cheers suddenly stopped, and the four martial arts masters were furious. They looked at the door together and saw a servant in green clothes and a small hat standing at the door with his head shrinking. Master Zhou shouted: "Is it you who speaks?"
"It's not me, it's not me..." The servant shook his hands repeatedly. Before he could defend himself, a big hand stretched out from behind and pushed him to the side like a fly. Then he raised his feet, raised one step, and a burly man appeared.
The big man showed his figure and turned out to be Feng Jianxiao.
Feng Jianxiao was dressed in regular clothes, but Xia Xun naturally recognized him. Before Xia Xun could be surprised, he immediately saw another person standing next to Feng Jianxiao. This person was a young man with a tall figure and a folded head.
She wears a scarf, a black forehead wiping her eyebrows, a white embroidered silk shirt, a belt tightly tied around her waist, the shirt only reaches her knees, and white silk hakama trousers under the shirt. The trouser legs are tied inside the shoes, and they are narrow and tight.
The fit is close to the body, which makes his round and slender thighs strong and strong, and his legs are straight and toned.
Looking at his appearance again, he has picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a pair of eyes as clear as water. He is really a handsome young man, whose beauty is rare in the world. Such a handsome man is really rare in his life. The beautiful young man's water-cut eyes quickly glanced towards the hall.
, then he hung down quietly, his long eyelids covering his eyes, and his expression of joy could not be seen.
He held a broad knife in his arms, with a huge cat's eye inlaid on the handle. As long as his figure shook a little, the cat's eye would blur into a charming light, like a ghost's eye.
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When Xia Xun was looking at this beautiful young man, four irritated martial artists had already surrounded Feng Jianxiao angrily. Yuan Dapao thought that Feng Jianxiao was a martial arts master from some martial arts school who came to steal business. He stepped on
Taking a step forward, he shouted: "Brother, you have such a loud tone, then I, Yuan, will come and learn from you your brilliant moves, take the punch!"
Yuan Dapao roared, and with a "black tiger rips out the heart", he went straight to Feng Jianxiao's middle palace. Xia Xun was sitting in the main seat, barely blocked by Yuan Che's burly body. He didn't see how Feng Jianxiao took action, but just heard
Yuan Dapao screamed, and his strong body fell out. He hit the pillars of the hall with a "peng" sound, and then slid to the ground, shaking the roof and causing a lot of dust to fall.
Feng Xihui snorted coldly: "The punch seems powerful, but the frame is stretched so far, the force is used to the end, leaving no room for anything. Don't you even understand the principle of leaving three points of force?"
"Let me learn your skills!"
Zhou Peng and Yuan Dapao shared the same hatred. They squatted down and pressed their palms to the Dantian. As soon as they took a deep breath, Feng Jianxiao's fist arrived. He punched, elbowed, kneed and kicked, like a violent storm, and the position of the blow was even more
It's the throat, forehead, back of the neck, lower body, lower abdomen, pubic area... it's everywhere. Those big fists punch into the flesh, and their force is as heavy as a mountain.
Zhou Peng screamed "Hey, hey" wildly, grabbing and slapping his hands randomly. He didn't last long under Feng Jianxiao's fierce attack before his energy dissipated and he fell to the ground, like a rooster with its head chopped off, with his hands flailing.
My arms were so top-heavy that I couldn't get up at all.
Feng Jianxiao clapped his hands and said: "Your hard qigong is pretty good, but it's a pity that you haven't practiced it well enough. You haven't even practiced defense well, let alone controlling others. What's the use of your skills?
When the assassin comes, are you going to block the sword with your body? Go back and train with your master wife for another three to five years."
"ah!"
Seeing this situation, Yun Wanli screamed, and a big roc spread its wings and flew towards Feng Jianxiao, pointing directly at the door with ten fingers. However, he was faster, and Feng Xihui was faster. As soon as Yun Wanli took off, Feng Jianxiao jumped into the air.
With a quick step, he bumped into his side before he hit the ground. He opened his claws with both hands, and with a heavy lift on his right shoulder, Yun Wanli flew back in the clouds and mist.
Feng Xihui's expression was very disdainful: "To make a bird spread its wings, it's a useless trick. When you do it, jumping around is basically seeking death. Once the body is in the air, there is no way to retreat, and there is no way to change the progress.
Tossing and turning, unable to perform anything, your master didn’t even teach you such a simple principle?"
Leng Wuqi, who practiced Wuxiangquan, saw that this man's boxing and kicking skills were mediocre, but he knocked down three of his brothers with just a few moves. Knowing that he could not defeat him with his fists and kicks, Leng Wuqi rolled his eyes slightly, and Leng Wuqi reached out to take it.
The tassel gun he put on the table while practicing piercing his throat shook out a gun flower as big as a bowl, and then stabbed Feng Xihui in the chest.
"Choke~"
A white shadow rolled past Feng Xihui like a wind, stirring up a strand of hair on Feng Xihui's temples. The cold and sharp whistling sound of the knife being unsheathed had not stopped yet. There was a short "click" sound, and the knife was returned to the sheath.
The gun tip in Wuqi's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and Feng Xihui's hair on his temples was now flying in the air, not yet falling.
Leng Wuqi was holding half a short stick and was speechless. He didn't see clearly how the white-shirted warrior ducked to his side. The white-shirted warrior walked around Feng Xihui, drew his sword, and sheathed it in an instant.
, it was as fast as lightning and astonishingly wonderful. The four martial arts masters were frightened by his unparalleled sword, which was as fast as a cloak. They all looked at the cool man standing with the sword in disbelief.
Cool boy.
Feng Xihui also looked slightly shocked. He glanced at the young man in white shirt, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "Mr. Peng, what a fast swordsmanship!"
"ah!"
When Leng Wuqi heard what Feng Xihui said, he had an expression of surprise and uncertainty, but at this moment he suddenly understood something. He seemed to recognize the identity of the young man in white clothes. He screamed, the short stick in his hand clattered to the ground, and he pointed at the man in white.
He shouted: "You, you... you are... you are..."
"If you can't learn kung fu at home, don't come out and embarrass yourself. Where did you come from? Go back to where you came from!"
The young man in white seemed to be a young man whose voice had not yet completely changed. He spoke crisply and cutely. The four martial arts masters looked at him in shock for a long time. Suddenly, without saying a word, they all strode out together.
He sighed softly and slowly stood up.
In fact, he had already seen the problem just now, so he didn't follow the layman who could only watch the excitement - Guanshi Xiao and his daughter cheered together. His grappling and fighting skills were among the best in the police academy. In Xiaoye'er
During this year in the village, he learned real killing skills from Uncle Hu, and his level reached a higher level. He understood what real martial arts were.
The flipping, graceful and gorgeous martial arts performances we have seen in later generations are not real traditional martial arts, but more like juggling. There is a boxing proverb: "As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know whether he has it or not." The essence of real Kung Fu is often
Among the simple punches and kicks, the White Crane Fist disciples and Tai Chi disciples competed in a martial arts competition, which has caused a sensation in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan for more than five years, and directly gave birth to the rise of new martial arts novels. It has been brewing for so long, but only a dozen moves are separated.
Because in actual combat, one and a half moves is enough to determine the winner. Those who practice routines can only be regarded as more difficult broadcast gymnastics at best.
So after watching the performance of the four people just now, Xia Xun was disappointed, but Feng Xihui's skills surprised him. When he was unloading Shipeng Village, he had seen Zhang Shisan practicing martial arts. At that time, Xia Xun was still a "martial arts layman"
, Naturally, he only flattered Zhang Shisan. Although Zhang Shisan was a very proud person, he couldn't help but blush a little at his disgusting flattery. At that time, he once told him that although his martial arts was good, he was not as good as Feng Shisan.
The general flag is even inferior.
He also took advantage of the excitement to talk about Feng Zongqi's martial arts, saying that Feng Zongqi was best at two-handed swordsmanship, and this fierce and sharp swordsmanship had been almost lost in the Central Plains since the Battle of Yashan in the Song Dynasty. Nowadays,
On the contrary, it has been carried forward in Japan. Among the people who practice martial arts in the Central Plains, there are only a few people who can practice excellent two-handed sword skills, and Feng Zongqi is a master.
At that time, Xia Xun thought that his martial arts skills were actually superior to Zhang Shisan's. Listening to his tone, he thought that Feng Zongqi's martial arts skills were only between him and Uncle Chu. If he suddenly killed someone, it would be easy to succeed.
After seeing Mr. Feng Qi's skills at that time, he realized that Jinyiwei was indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Feng Xihui's martial arts was much better than his own.
But..., what does it matter? If there is Tao but no technique, skill can still be sought. If there is skill but no Tao, it is limited to skill. If power is beyond your reach, there is also wisdom. In the contest between wisdom and power, wisdom usually has the upper hand.
As long as the goal is achieved, it doesn't matter what the means are.
Xia Xun smiled and stepped forward: "Wenxuan has met Mr. Feng. This young master is..."
Feng Xihui said: "Mr. Yang, this is a personal bodyguard specially invited by Master Tuiguan for you. You have just seen his skills. Come on, I will introduce you to him. This is Peng Zi
Mr. Qi Peng. Mr. Peng, this is Mr. Yang who wants your protection. Mr. Yang, you must have heard of the name of the Peng family. This time, for your safety, we specially invited the Peng family to send
Here comes their direct nephew. The Peng family's Five Tiger Gate-breaking Swords are very famous, and Zi Qi has learned the true inheritance of the Peng family's sword skills. With him here, the young master's safety is guaranteed."
"Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Knife?"
Xia Xun's brows twitched. He had heard of this sword technique. Of course he had heard of it. The Five Tigers Cutting the Door Knife was so famous! Who hasn't heard of the Five Tigers Cutting the Door Knife? In old school martial arts novels, this
The martial arts are quite powerful, but in the new martial arts novels and even the martial arts movies and martial arts TV series that later filled the screen, almost every hero will torture the descendants of the Five Tigers Broken Family to death on their way to growth.
The successor of Men Dao? That is a super dragon who does his duty and has no regrets...
Xia Xun quickly expressed his sincere respect to this great actor who has made great contributions to Chinese martial arts novels and movies: "It turns out that he is a disciple of the Peng family of the Five Tigers Cutting the Gate Sword. I have admired him for a long time and admired his name for a long time!"