Ma Yunteng felt that there was a trap in Xiao Feng's words, but in full view of the public, he had to pick up the fight, so he took precautions and said, "I would like to hear the details."
Xiao Feng pointed at Ma Yunteng's fierce disciples who were gnashing their teeth and said: "The Qing Xiu Sect should focus on cultivating the mind. When the mind is calm, the energy will be peaceful, and the mind will be as calm as autumn water and winter ice. Look at your high disciples, gnashing their teeth if they disagree with each other.
, rolling sleeves and making fists, how can you look like a pure practitioner? From these disciples, I know that you are not very good at being a temple master, and your own cultivation is not good enough. The immortal masters are naturally disappointed when they see you, how can you still do it?
What kind of teachings are you teaching?”
This directly said that he was not qualified to be the master of Baiyun Temple, let alone a real person. Ma Yunteng was furious, but he did not dare to show it. Because the more angry he became, the more it proved that Xiao Feng was right.
Wrong. As a master of Qing Dynasty, how is it appropriate to get angry at every turn?
Keren's emotions can't be easily concealed. His red eyes, suffocated neck, trembling fingers, and trembling beard all gave him away.
Jiajing saw this scene through the gap and felt that Ma Yunteng had lost the people of the Qingxiu sect, and indirectly the entire Taoist sect. He snorted dissatisfied: "Ma Yunteng has been busy managing Baiyun these years.
"Look, it's delaying his spiritual practice. It would be a good thing to let someone else take care of it and let him retreat and concentrate on his spiritual practice."
After Huang Jin came out to deliver the order, Ma Yunteng was dejected and thanked him for his resignation. Although the name of the real person was saved, the throne of the temple leader was lost. Naturally, all his disciples were disgraced. He was able to bring him here to watch the ceremony.
Those who discuss Taoism are all his direct disciples and disciples, so they naturally share the same spirit with him.
The only one who was not one of our own was Ma Hualong, the master of the second temple. He was simply ecstatic at this time.
As soon as Ma Yunteng went into retreat, the real management power fell into the hands of Ma Hualong. As the No. 1 Qing Cultivating Temple in the world, how can the management power of Baiyun Temple be a joke? It is famous and beneficial!
Ma Hualong tried his best to hide his ecstasy, but he couldn't help but peek at Xiao Feng affectionately. This young man is so capable. He did something that he couldn't do after ten years of thinking, but he did it in just a few words!
Baiyunguan's unlucky start put a lot of pressure on Wudang Mountain, which was ranked second. They thought Xiao Feng could only measure words, but they didn't expect that he was so good at Ji Feng, which the Qing Xiu Sect was good at. Could this person be so deep?
Hide or not?
Wudang leader Gu Xuzi is indeed a little weak. He was already confident because he had practiced martial arts for many years. He could tell at a glance that although Xiao Feng was tall and strong, he probably had no internal strength. Even if his external martial arts was good,
It's nothing to be afraid of. But at this moment, I feel that Xiao Feng is a little unpredictable. What if I am mistaken?
He quickly asked Zhang Wuxin, the second disciple who was following him: "Wuxin, do you think this Xiao Feng has any kung fu in him?"
Zhang Wuxin is twenty-two years old and has been practicing for ten years. He is a famous martial arts fanatic in Wudang Mountain. His kung fu is far superior to that of his master Gu Xuzi. He glanced at Xiao Feng and said in a voice as calm as boiled water: "Flexible and strong, but no internal strength."
Gu Xuzi breathed a sigh of relief. Since Zhang Wuxin said so, there would be nothing wrong.
However, just to be on the safe side, he still stood up and said with a smile: "Master Wenxuan, you focus on literature. Originally, I practiced martial arts in Wudang Mountain. It seems that I am taking advantage of you in a martial arts competition, so I shouldn't take action. But even if it's a discussion,
Tao, naturally we should show the greatest sincerity of each faction. How about this, I am an old Taoist, and you are so young, let the little disciple of this poor Taoist ask you for advice, and then stop there, how about that?"
The onlookers who didn't know the details naturally felt that what Gu Xuzi said was very appropriate. He was already in his seventies and eighty years old, and it really didn't look good to start a fight with Xiao Feng, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.
But those people in the Taoist sect who knew the details secretly cursed Gu Xuzi as indeed an old fox, much more cunning than the master of Baiyun Temple. He asked his apprentice to do it, firstly, to exaggerate his status, and secondly, to leave room for him. Even if the apprentice lost, because he
Not taking action doesn't mean Wudang Mountain has lost. This is much better than Ma Yunteng running around naked as soon as he comes up.
Moreover, everyone in the Taoist sect knows that Zhang Wuxin is a martial arts fanatic. Although he is a disciple, he is the number one martial arts master on Wudang Mountain. He sends out the most powerful ones and has to be cheap. This is clearly bullying Xiao Feng who entered the industry late and is not well-informed.
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Zhang Wuxin's hands and heart were itching for a long time. When he heard about the martial arts contest, he was more excited than anything else. Seeing Xiao Feng sitting still, he knew that as a junior, he should take the initiative, so he jumped up and bowed to Xiao Feng.
: "Master Wenxuan, please give me some advice. You can choose your fists, feet, weapons, hidden weapons, and Qinggong."
Xiao Feng sat upright like a mountain, his face was as calm as water, but he was panicking in his heart. Damn it, all kinds of knowledge are taken advantage of by time travellers, but only in martial arts, he is at a disadvantage. He has seen Xiao Wannian practicing swordsmanship, and he also
I have seen Yu Dayou jump over the wall. Although it is not as exaggerated as in the novel, it is definitely not what later generations would say.
Modern fighting techniques focus on actual combat, and it is no problem to deal with rogues like Zhao Er, but to deal with Zhang Wuxin, a martial arts idiot like Zhang Wuxin, who has practiced martial arts since childhood, he will definitely only get beaten.
I originally thought that the head of Wudang must be seventy or eighty years old. No matter how many years he has practiced martial arts, it is still true that boxing is afraid of young people. From a scientific point of view, I, a tall and strong young man, beat a person who has already practiced kung fu but has
Even if the old man is not sure of victory, he can at least get a draw.
Unexpectedly, the old guy didn't respect martial ethics, he didn't end up at all, and he got an equally strong apprentice to crush him. This is nonsense and basically unsolvable.
Zhang Wuxin maintained the saluting posture and looked at Xiao Feng with bright eyes. Xiao Feng had been sitting for a long time, which was a bit suspicious. The onlookers at first thought that Xiao Feng was pretending to be a superior person and did not bother to respond immediately, but
Slowly, whispers began to appear.
"Why is Master Wenxuan still not moving? Is this humiliating Wudang Mountain?"
"It must be that Master Wenxuan thinks that he can't win against a junior, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense, this Wu Xin is said to be the number one martial artist in Wudang Mountain. Is Master Wen Xuan scared?"
"Does Zhenren Wenxuan know martial arts? He is Zhenren Wenxuan, not a martial artist!"
"Zhenren Wenxuan once knocked down the famous rogue Zhao Er in the capital with one move! He must be good at kung fu, right?"
In the midst of the discussion, Jiajing sighed softly: "I conferred the title of Master Xiao Feng Wenxuan. He is a talented scholar. He has any martial arts skills. He has already won one round. This round is nothing if not a competition." Huang Jin nodded in agreement and raised his hand.
Cai Zhan is here, ready to go out and announce the decree.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded: "I, Yu Dayou, would like to fight for Master Wenxuan."
Everyone was shocked and turned to look at Yu Dayou. They saw him wearing a black tights like a knight-errant, walking out of the crowd and standing in the center of the hall. He was tall and strong, with long arms, legs and a face. He was standing there.
Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, extraordinary magnanimity.
Zhang Wuxin's eyes lit up instantly. He had no opponent on Wudang Mountain for a long time. At this moment, he knew that this was a master and he wanted to start fighting right away. Gu Xuzi, on the other hand, was anxious: "Sir, this is my sect.
Tao, how can an outsider take his place at will?"
Everyone kept saying yes, and Ma Yunteng, who was already heartbroken, instantly came to life and started shouting.
Xiao Feng's mind was racing, and he was thinking about how to smooth things over, but Yu Dayou was already prepared, and said loudly: "I am the eldest disciple of Master Wenxuan. Why, if you can let your apprentice go into battle, can't my master do the same?"
Before everyone in the Taoist sect could react, the common people started shouting. They just wanted to see a hearty fight. As for whether their identities matched or not, it didn’t matter. Listening to the Taoist discussion was boring before, but now it’s hard for experts to fight.
Look, how can you allow others to obstruct you?
"You send your apprentices to fight, and others also send their apprentices to fight. What's the problem?"
"That's right, don't we forget what we said? Are all the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain like this?"
"If you don't dare to compete, just shrink back and go back to Wudang Mountain! Why come all the way to discuss the truth?"
"Originally, your martial arts sect took advantage of me in the martial arts competition with Master Wenxuan. Now that my apprentice is going to fight, what's the problem? Tell me?!"
Huang Jin glanced at Jiajing, who raised a smile on his lips and shook his head gently. Huang Jin put down the color barrier, lowered his head and stood aside, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at Lu Bing.
Lu Bing looked at his nose and his eyes, but he didn't seem to hear what was going on outside.
An Si from the Daolu Division stood up and called for justice: "According to the rules, the disciples of both sides will fight on behalf of the master, so there is no problem."
This was considered an official statement, so everyone could say nothing more and gradually became quiet. Only two people were left in the middle of the hall, one black and one white, standing face to face, ready to explode.