Chapter 11 The name of the hot hand does not live up to its name
As soon as Cui Zhifang said these words, even the forest fell into silence. The birds stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing, and even the rustling of leaves disappeared.
It seemed as if everyone was applauding his words again.
Sanwu all understood what he meant. If Gu Chaoci won, they would take revenge. If they couldn't defeat him, they would be ready to kill him on the spot.
If they lose, they will definitely suffer both death and injury. If they continue to insist on revenge, they will be taking advantage. What's the difference between taking action now? They can only turn around and leave.
Although Er Dao's actions were not conducive to the three of them, what the other party said was not bad at all.
The moral principles that martial arts practitioners should uphold are something that must always be maintained. Otherwise, there is no way for one to have the dignity to claim to be a well-known and upright sect.
"Yes, it all depends on senior brother's orders."
Wang Zhitan's long sword was sheathed, but his two big eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at Gu Chaoci with anger, without blinking.
But after Gu Chaoci listened to the two conversations, he secretly complained: "This is too pedantic. When you encounter an enemy, you can't just kill him!"
If you still care about this and worry about that, how can you be so particular about it?
These gangsters are so silly and cute sometimes!"
Then he thought again: "Oh, that's right!
It is precisely with such upright people who firmly believe in and uphold morality that this world can be full of flavor.
In the previous life, egoism was prevalent. If in this life, everyone's concept is still the same, will this world still be the same world that people yearn for?
You've always been out of place in your travels, don't you understand?"
Thinking about it, his eyes were like lightning, slowly scanning the faces of the three people without any form, anger or pain, and said loudly: "How is it?
Do you realize that Quanzhen Sect can be respected as the authentic martial arts school in the world, and it is not just because of its "supernatural power" that it is respected as the best master in the world.
The conduct of my disciples and grandchildren is a hundred times better than yours!
Your Shaolin Temple is also famous in the martial arts world, but somehow it managed to teach people like you!"
As he spoke, he felt that Sanwu's offensive suddenly weakened. After thinking for a moment, it was probably not a trick to lure the enemy. This was the opportunity to defeat the enemy. He immediately shouted: "Press your palms!"
Before he could finish his words, his hair was tied up, his clothes were neatly dressed, and the power of his palms was already bursting out.
San Wuben had already lost his master, and when he looked at him with cold eyes, he was still trying to steal the show, but he couldn't argue, and he didn't know how to refute it. He really couldn't win or die, and his mood suddenly dropped.
The strength is naturally weak.
Just listening to his drink, I suddenly felt a force coming from the other party, like a mountain torrent. Its momentum was so powerful that no one could stop it.
San Wujun's vision went dark, his chest felt stagnant, and he let out a "wow" sound. Wuxiang's arm felt a sharp pain, as if it was being burned by fire. With a "clang" sound, the long stick was released from his hand, and was stimulated by the strength of both sides.
Fly into the sky.
The other person was in the air, spurting blood from his mouth, and somersaulted out. However, the blood continued to fall on the mountain road, which was very miserable and terrifying. With a "plop", he fell to the ground.
At the same time, Wu Ang and Wu Pain were also knocked back by Gu Chaoci's palm force. Their chests felt like a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. They were unstable and "Teng Teng Teng" retreated for several seconds.
Step by step, there are two pairs of footprints on the underground mountain path, which shows how strong this force is.
At this time, the two of them only felt pain in their bodies, but that was all. However, after spitting out a mouthful of blood, their chests were still holding their breath, which made them unable to breathe smoothly. They hurriedly tried to adjust their breathing.
But then his whole body lost all strength, and he sat paralyzed on the ground like a pile of mud.
Gu Chaoci, on the other hand, shocked the three of them and had already used the force to float back ten feet away to avoid being sprayed with blood.
Now I saw that the three monks were all exhausted on the ground, their faces were as white as paper. They had obviously been hit back by their own internal forces, their chests were injured, and they no longer had the strength to fight.
At this time, Wu Xiang's long stick also fell from the air. With a "clang" sound, the end of the stick was inserted into the mountain road and rolled to the ground. It happened to hit Wu Ai and Wu Pain's ankles, causing pain to both of them.
He frowned and groaned.
When the long stick fell to the ground, it was actually not very fast, but the two of them were so skilled that they couldn't even move their feet to avoid it, which showed how seriously injured they were.
At this time, a gust of mountain wind blew by, and Gu Chaoci suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He reached out and touched it, and it turned out that the back of his clothes was slightly wet.
He took another breath and felt refreshed. Although he was not injured in this fierce fight, it also caused him a lot of wear and tear.
This is not inferior to others.
The main thing is that when fighting, he must always remember not to beat people to death. This is too labor-intensive for his current cultivation level.
Now he finally understands why those top masters, all with extraordinary skills, can fight with people for days and nights with no problem, but when they use their internal power to heal people's wounds and open their meridians, it only takes a few hours to severely damage their vitality and make it difficult to recover.
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It is due to the consumption of internal energy, but in fact it is only secondary. The most important thing is that the mental energy consumption is too serious, because using internal energy to heal people's injuries or even open the meridians is a test of the precise control of internal energy. When to be light and when to be heavy, there can be no mistakes, but
If you are negligent in the slightest, you will end up harming others instead of helping them.
If he had no scruples and tried to kill people, these three monks would not be enough to fight him. But if he wanted to hit them, they would only be injured and not killed. At the same time, he should have enough strength to prevent being attacked by others. This requirement was too much for him at the moment.
Still too high.
As soon as he thought about it, he saw Wang Zhitan and wanted to take a step forward to speak. Gu Chaoci waved his hand to signal him to shut up and stop. He then turned to Sanwu and laughed and said: "Three masters, according to my usual temper, you guys
Generally speaking, I have to retaliate against you.
Now it is even easier to take your life and others, but I know in my heart that what happened today is all a misunderstanding, so let’s stop here!
Please go back and report it to the masters of your temple. After all, they are all eminent monks and they must understand what is fishy.
As for the matter of Yuezu acting as an agent, when I have time in the future, I will go to Shaolin in person and meet with the abbot of your temple to resolve my grievances!"
Having said this, he stepped over, picked up the plum blossom dart that Wu Pain had just shot, and tossed it in his hand. Looking at Wu Pain, he smiled slightly and said, "But Wu Pain, you are very cruel when you throw sticks and darts."
, the darts stabbed my face, chest, lower abdomen..."
As he spoke, his left hand pointed at several parts of his body.
Quanzhen taught Cui and Wang that they still didn’t know what was going on.
But San was speechless and even more horrified.
In that fleeting moment, not only did he knock off the long stick and the plum blossom dart, but he also clearly remembered the direction of the plum blossom dart that Wu Pain had fired.
I just heard him say again: "But since you are injured today, I can only keep accounts first. Whenever I encounter you in a bad mood, or when I go to Shaolin, I will come to you to collect debts."
Wutong had just mixed the mixture and took a breath, struggled to stand up, and said loudly: "Everyone is a member of the martial arts world. A poor monk is not as good as others. If you lose, you will lose. You are also a famous master of the martial arts world. Why are you making sarcastic remarks?"
If you want to take revenge, just return my escorts quickly and happily. You will keep the account and it will be in our hearts. Even the poor monk can’t sleep at night and his food will not taste good!”
Not to mention that he was seriously injured at that time, even if he was not injured, it was still unclear whether he could escape Gu Chaoci's three escorts. Now that he said these few words, it was clear that he did not want to live anymore.
Although Wu Xiang and Wu Ang blamed him for using such insidious tricks, they were fellow juniors after all, so how could they sit back and ignore it, so they naturally shouted in unison, but he spoke very fast, and he said it in one breath.
Everyone has heard that Gu Chaoci was very skilled in martial arts. Although he only debuted for a year or two, he was cruel and easy to kill. Regardless of whether he was a gangster or a white man, countless people lost their lives at his hands.
He has also done several things to exterminate his family. Although the people who were exterminated were all Jin men and their lackeys, even heroes would not do such cruel things, but he had no scruples.
But today, when we were besieged, we didn't kill anyone. No matter what the reason was, it was unprecedented.
Unexpectedly, Monk Wutong was so ignorant that he refused to come to the stage. Not only were his two fellow disciples worried, but Cui and Wang could not help but break into a cold sweat.
Gu Chaoci laughed, shook his head and said: "You people, you claim to be from a great martial arts master and a hero, but you all have elm heads!
Do you think I don’t want to kill you?”
"Hehe, I, Gu Chaoci, have traveled all over the world. I have wiped out every family, so why don't I dare to kill a lot of people?
Your Shaolin Temple brand can scare others, but I don’t take it seriously!
It's just that someone committed a crime in my name, and I don't want to make a knife for others!
If I kill you now, not only will I prove that I am a stick, but you will also die inexplicably!
So, Wu Pain, don’t try to be a hero here with me.
If you really have this free time, you might as well practice martial arts diligently, so that you can avoid my escorts in the future, or find the real murderer who tortured you about Shaolin martial arts! And you can also clear my name, Gu Chaoci!"
Among the three Wus, Wuxiang City is the deepest. Their brothers and sisters were taught the "Three Talents Stick Formation" by their seniors in the past, and they used it not lightly. In this situation, the generals came out, hoping to win one and a half moves in exchange for the Shaolin Temple.
A little bit of face, not to mention a great achievement, can also be regarded as the right thing to cultivate in this temple.
I don't want to lose again, be scolded on the spot, and be seen by the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect. This time I will be humiliated. I don't know what kind of punishment I will receive after returning to the temple.
But he also saw that if it weren't for the fact that the opponent's martial arts didn't seem to be very good and didn't match up with his outstanding internal strength, I'm afraid their brothers wouldn't be able to pass the three moves.
At such an age, if he could learn martial arts, who else in the world would be able to defeat him?
When I thought about it, I felt even more horrified and unbelievable. When I heard the other party's words, my face turned pale and I didn't know how to answer.
Gu Chaoci didn't expect to say anything else to them, but he just didn't want to bear the bad reputation. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
But Wang Zhitan stood up and down, stretched out his hands and said: "Are you just going to leave like this?"
Gu Chaoci knew what he meant, but when he said so much just now, he meant something.
Okay, I just said it to Er Dao, but I didn’t expect him to be able to understand the underlying meaning. It’s so stupid and cute.
Moreover, he has indeed done so by killing people from the Shaolin Temple and interrogating martial arts, so he may sound nice but actually he still feels guilty.
But for the Quanzhen Sect, out of admiration for their frequent hunting of golden men, he had never provoked or killed anyone.
Thinking of this, his expression became cold and indifferent, and he said calmly: "If you had taken action just now, although you may not have been able to hurt me, there is always a chance. Now you just want revenge, what can you do to me?"
As they spoke, they glanced at Cui and Wang sideways, with their hands behind their backs, looking very arrogant.
But after he said this, Wang Zhitan was already angry, and he shouted angrily: "You are so presumptuous!"
He made a mistake with his foot and bullied Gu Chaoci. He stretched out his fists and hit him on the temple with a "double wind piercing the ears" move.
Gu Chaoci didn't even look at him. He turned his body slightly to let his punch miss. He reached back with his left hand and grabbed the back of his heart. He shouted: "Go". Wang Zhitan's body was like a meteorite when his internal energy vomited.
The sky descended and hit Cui Zhifang, who was about to step forward.
Cui Zhifang waved his palms, trying to catch his junior brother, but Gu Chaoci's throw, although not full force, was still extremely powerful. How could he be able to catch it?
As soon as the palm of his hand came into contact with the junior brother's clothes, it was like being struck by lightning. Not only was he unable to catch the junior brother, but he was also affected. The two of them fell to the ground together and rolled several times.
Gu Chaoci laughed, soared into the air, and landed lightly on the little black donkey. With a sound of "嘚儿车", the little black donkey spread its hooves and walked away along the mountain road.
Several people heard the sound of "嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘚咘" getting farther and farther away, and another very clear voice came: "I, Gu Chaoci, have always had great respect for the Quanzhen Sect. Please tell all the elders not to fall into the trap of others."
I didn’t know it.”
After Sanwu heard his words of "high admiration", he cursed in his heart: "You also have high admiration for me, Shaolin, but..."
Gu Chaoci did not make a serious move, Cui Zhifang and Wang Zhitan also practiced the Quanzhen Taoism internal skills for several years, and their foundations were not bad. They were not injured, but they were hurt by the fall. They just got up.
I saw the three monks standing in a line, putting their hands on their shoulders, touching the ground with their sticks, and staggering away.
The two of them originally wanted to communicate with the three Shaolin monks, but when they saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other and were speechless for a long time.
He also recalled that Gu Chaoci had just made the move, with the precise positioning and skill of the shot. A few of his uncles might have been able to do it, but he would never be able to match it.
Their eyes lit up and they both thought: "This man's martial arts is so strong, no wonder he has such a great reputation!
But the reputation as a tough guy is a little untrue. Could it be that someone else committed the crime under his false name and he was wrongly accused?"