The mountains were covered with light clouds, and the sky was covered with fading grass. A few rows of wild geese passed over Luoyang City, and the cry of "Ang~Ang~" came from far away from the dome, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.
The first group of Taoist priests who performed martial arts had already grasped their feather arrows and handed them to the two halberd-holding officers and soldiers in front of the Zhai Altar. After verifying that the numbers were correct, the two were released onto the inner altar and stood still on the flat white stone.
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A Taoist priest clasped his fists and said sternly: "I am Fang Qidou, the disciple of the sect of Hongdao Temple. I am a man of erudition and talent. The stars have changed, the trees have been replaced, and the boat has become a boat... My martial arts skills are mediocre. I hope fellow Taoists will show mercy!" Yang Chaoxi and Huang Shuo were there.
After hearing this, everyone in the audience covered their mouths and laughed fiercely, and their two little faces turned red from suppressing it.
It turned out that this person was the erudite Taoist priest who recited "I am Hu Tu" in Xuanyuan Temple yesterday, and the clinker was the first one to come to the altar. Yu Chiyuan, the master of Hongdao Temple, was sitting in the crowd with a look on his face.
With an awkward expression on his face, he wanted to get up and scold this disciple, but when the words came to his lips, he had to hold back.
Fang Qidou made a polite confession, but the Taoist priest on the other side didn't buy it: "Tongxuan Guan, don't imitate Confucianism! If you want to fight, come and fight, there is a lot of nonsense!" After saying this, he rushed towards him with his fist in the air.
Fang Qidou simply turned around and ran away. Then a strange scene appeared on the altar: a stout Taoist priest was running behind a thin and handsome Taoist priest. The stout Taoist priest pounced left and right, while the thin Taoist priest dodged.
They didn't catch up, but they were never caught by the sturdy Taoist priest. The two of them were like stupid cats catching mice, causing laughter from the audience.
Wei Chiyuan, the leader of Hongdao Temple, couldn't bear it any longer and shouted in the crowd below the altar: "Fang Qidou! How unbecoming is it to run away in the face of battle! Xen Niang..."
In the midst of his busy schedule, Fang Qidou heard the temple master scolding his mother, and his face turned red. Then he stopped and said, "Jun... you don't move your hands...but don't speak! The temple master is already angry, so I won't run away, and I will go with you."
You fight hard..."
Mo Xiaoru was also sweating profusely as he ran, and said angrily: "Are you trying to trick me? Look at the punch!" After that, he punched me again.
Fang Qidou was true to his word, and as expected, he no longer dodge, but blocked the incoming punch with one palm. When Mo Xiaoru was paused, he swung out another palm, and there was a crisp "pop--"
With a loud sound, it hit Mo Xiaoru on the face with great precision. For a moment, everyone in the audience was stunned by this palm.
This palm was not very harmful, but it was extremely insulting. Mo Xiaoru's head and face were red, and his mouth and eyes were about to spit out fire. He was like a crazy beast, rushing forward with murderous intent.
Fang Qidou did not dare to neglect, and swung out his palm again, deflecting Mo Xiaoru's momentum, and then tripped him down. Mo Xiaoru's thick body, at this moment, was like a frightened bird, moving towards him nimbly.
He flew out, but after hearing a "bang", he fell without any suspense outside the inner altar. When he was about to get up and fight back, he was stopped by the officers and soldiers on the side with halberds, so he had to go down angrily.
However, the eldest son Fang Qidou stood on the altar and kept bowing to everyone under the altar, looking as if he was returning home with great honors and a proud expression. Yang Chaoxi rolled his eyes under the altar: "He is really a guy who deserves a beating.
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The second group was to perform martial arts, but it was two Taoist priests from Jingyun Guan and Longxing Guan. There was not much difference in stature, but one of them was carrying a long stick. The other saw that the other was carrying a weapon, so he used it at the altar.
With a glance, a junior brother handed over a pair of jujube maces. The two of them played "ping ping ping pong" for a while, but they were no match. They gritted their teeth and fought for two more rounds, and each of them was covered in food.
After a few blows, the outcome was still hard to tell. Just as he was about to fight again, Hong Taizhu shouted: "Half a stick of incense has been burned, it's a draw!" The two held each other's fists and walked down side by side.
It was the turn of the third group, Jade Lingzi Huang Shuo, to go up to the altar. Huang Shuo, who was still a little uneasy, looked back at Gongsun Zhenren, who was sitting among the Taoist priests, and then calmed down, handed the arrows to the officers and soldiers, and walked slowly up
Zhaitan. He cupped his fists at the relatively sturdy Taoist priest in front of him and said, "Shangqing Guanyu Lingzi Huang Shuo is asking fellow Taoists for advice!"
The strong Taoist priest had kind eyes and kind eyes, and also clasped his fists: "Liao Haiqian, Lingchuanzi of Shengzhen Temple, since my fellow Taoist has not brought any weapons, I will fight with my bare hands." After that, he took off the two short wooden knives stuck in his waist and threw them away.
To the fellow disciples outside the altar, he immediately made a gesture of invitation and waited for Huang Shuo to make his move.
Huang Shuo stretched his arms, his eyes focused, like a bird flapping its wings, and then he drew an arc with his feet and walked towards Liao Haiqian. Liao Haiqian shouted "Okay!" and started to move his hands and feet, but it was a hard bridge and a hard horse.
With two "bang, bang" sounds, most of Liao Haiqian's fierce punches were removed by Huang Shuo's soft palms, and the remaining half made Huang Shuo's palms numb.
But at this moment, he didn't care to observe closely. After Huang Shuo blocked Liao Haiqian's momentum, he wanted to turn from defense to offense. So he turned over and hit Liao Haiqian's back with his palm. However, he felt that the hands seemed to be hit together.
On the bluestone, my fingers felt burning pain, and I suddenly realized that this person was invincible. However, Liao Haiqian turned around and smiled slightly: "Are you tickling? I'm a little weak!"
Huang Shuo was secretly frightened, but without showing anything on his face, he clenched his palm into a fist and advanced to attack. However, Liao Haiqian was not afraid at all. He actually punched first and came towards Huang Shuo's fist. Familiar.
Unexpectedly, Huang Shuo's punch was a false move. He immediately retracted it, and his other hand turned into a palm knife and quickly struck Liao Haiqian's wrist.
Liao Haiqian's punching hand shook violently, but the power of the punch was exhausted. He took a few steps back and rubbed his wrist with his other hand. It seemed that the knife strike just hit a numb muscle. Huang Shuo didn't feel it either.
Take advantage of the victory and wait for him to finish rubbing it.
After a while, Liao Haiqian raised his head and said with a smile: "Good body skills! Good boxing skills! Come again!" After saying that, he pounced forward. Huang Shuo just won a small victory and seemed to have got the key. When he faced Liao Haiqian again, he avoided it.
Use his hard fists and feet, and hit his joints, ribs, diaphragm, etc. with your fists only. Any hits will have miraculous effects.
Liao Haiqian's fists and kicks were thrown out one after another, which was really powerful. Although Huang Shuo had found a way to restrain himself, he couldn't win quickly. For a while, the two of them exchanged fists and kicks, and they felt a little dizzy. The audience was still stunned.
When it was the Taoist priests' turn to enter the altar, some of them shouted "Hello".
Seeing that half of the stick of incense had burned away, Huang Shuo was gradually dying. The areas where his limbs were against each other seemed to be swollen and began to hurt. The cause of the past was the result of today. Huang Shuo felt somewhat regretful that he was "lack of weight" when practicing boxing on weekdays.
"Short two", only when I used it now did I realize that the foundation was not solid, so I took a few steps back and gave up.
Liao Haiqian smiled and comforted him: "My fellow Taoist's boxing skills are indeed exquisite! It's just that I'm still young and haven't mastered it yet. If I practice like this for another three to five years, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass ten moves in your hands.
You will lose."
Knowing his good intentions, Huang Shuo handed over his hand and said, "Brother Dao, I accept it!" The two of them waited until Hong Taizhu announced the winner before joining hands.
In the next three groups, each of the Taoist priests also made hard moves, strange moves, strange moves, cruel moves, damaging moves... one after another.
Na Daochongguan Tu Liangshan faced off against a Taoist priest from Jingyun Guan. One of them was fierce and the other cunning. They were equally fighting, and each of them had some skin injuries. In the end, it was the Taoist priest from Jingyun Guan who unexpectedly threw him out.
An arrow from his sleeve hit Tu Liangshan's brow bone, causing him so much pain that he couldn't open his eyes, and then he was kicked out of the inner altar with a leg that lifted his vagina. Dao Chong, who was sitting under the altar, watched the show of the master and gritted his teeth.
, but suppressed his anger and did not dare to explode.
When it was the turn of the seventh group, Yang Chaoxi, who could not hold himself back for a long time, grabbed the feather arrow and ran quickly to the place where the officers and soldiers were checking. When he got to the altar, he saw a handsome Taoist priest opposite him.
, holding a bamboo sword in his hand. Looking at himself again, his hands were empty, and he hurriedly asked Huang Shuo for help. The handsome Taoist priest was not in a hurry, and held the bamboo sword in front of his chest, dismissing Yang Chaoxi's small movements.
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Huang Shuo was also scratching his head when he suddenly saw the short wooden sword on Liao Haiqian's waist and squeezed over. After saying a few nice words, he lent one, then ran to the edge of the altar and threw the wooden sword away.
Go up.
However, Yang Zhaoxi turned slightly sideways, without even looking, he took the knife in his hand with his backhand, and made a stroke of the knife out of thin air, before holding the knife upright and hanging it under his body. The delicate Taoist priest looked at it and smiled softly.
Said: "Flashy!"
Yang Chaoxi was so excited that he almost forgot the most important thing. So he raised his hands and clasped his fists, and solemnly said: "I am Yang Chaoxi, Shangqingguan Chonglingzi, please give me some advice from fellow Taoist!"
But the handsome Taoist didn't even look at him, he just cupped his fists perfunctorily: "I...um...I'm Linji Guanhua Xizi Cui Wan, use whatever moves you have, and you won't have a chance for a while!"