Chapter 97 Mu Xiu in the forest, the wind will destroy it
On the morning of the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, in front of the eaves and steps, the sky was covered with white snow. The sky above the Taoist temple was gray, with clouds hidden in the sun, snow belts and strong winds.
In the Shangqing Temple, the circular martial arts arena paved with bricks and stones was also hidden under a white blanket. Zhuo Songtao, Huang Shuo and other disciples had already eaten breakfast and were waving wooden shovels and brooms. The martial arts arena was excavated and cleared bit by bit.
The martial arts performance field is located not far from the Ziji Palace in Shangqing Temple, occupying almost half of the area in the middle of the front yard. Gongsun Zhenren, Wu Tianshi, and the teaching master all stood under the wide eaves of Ziji Palace, and a group of disciples formed The queue stood silently on the cleared martial arts field, listening attentively to a sound that resounded through the courtyard.
Zhang Hezong, Ming Xuzi of the Supervisory Academy, said in a calm voice: "Disciples, today we will begin the martial arts test. The master of the temple and our masters know how your martial arts are on a daily basis, and can roughly list the rankings. But if you don't have experience, After a lot of competition, there will be some disciples who will not be convinced. So after much thought, several of our masters decided to use the rules of the martial arts to observe the method of beating and beating, so that the disciples in the temple can be truly ranked. Disciples whose skills are inferior to others can be truly convinced."
After Zhang Hezong finished speaking, he nodded to Wu Xuzi Hao Jinghan beside him. The most familiar teaching master stood up and said in a thunderous voice: "Since we are guarding and fighting, I will point out a few points based on my daily impressions. The person's name is his/her last name, and he is a disciple of the group. Unless the disciples' muscles and bones are damaged, or they are too timid to admit defeat, they are not allowed to refuse any invitation to fight from the disciples who are fighting."
On the martial arts field, all the disciples heard this and started whispering in the wind and snow. They were all guessing which unlucky ones were going to be the target of public criticism and stood there to let the other brothers hit them.
Hao Jinhan laughed and quickly revealed the answer: "Qinglingzi Zhu Jieran, Minlingzi Zhuo Songtao, Chonglingzi Yang Zhaoxi, you three are the disciples of the 'Martial Arts Class A'; Yulingzi Huang Shuo, Guan Lingzi Hu'er... the ten of you are the "Level B" martial arts disciples. The rest are all disciples. You can choose "A" or "B" disciples to invite you to fight one on one.
If you can win, the ranking of the disciple who defends the challenge will be replaced, and the defeated disciple will be included in the challenge queue; if you can't win, it doesn't matter, you can recharge your batteries and pick another opponent."
Yang Zhaoxi's expression had fallen, and he looked at Guan Hu'er and the others with a sorrowful expression. All he saw were gloating faces. And more eye-catching eyes were also shot at him, which contained enthusiasm and urgency. Yang Chaoxi lamented in his heart: If a tree is as beautiful as the forest, the wind will destroy it! It seems that he is indeed regarded as a "soft persimmon". After a while, he will become the busiest disciple in the audience.
Hao Jinhan had no time to take into account Yang Zhaoxi's emotions, and continued: "The rules of this martial arts test are relatively simple. Whether it is defending or fighting, victory or defeat is determined. One person will knock the other person out of the martial arts arena, or the other person will admit defeat. , this fight will be over; on the contrary, if the two are evenly matched and have good endurance, even if they fight for a whole day, it will be over."
After hearing this, all the disciples couldn't help laughing, and they all knew that this kind of situation would never happen.
Hao Jinhan followed with a smile and said: "The martial arts test is a competition. Both parties can use bare hands or wooden weapons. There is no limit to the number of invitations to fight until the real "Martial Arts Class A" and "Martial Arts Class B" are determined. There will be no more competitions. Until someone comes up to invite a fight.
The remaining defeated disciples will then select a group of "Martial Skills Level C" disciples to defend the competition, and the remaining disciples will go up to compete until the final result is determined.
Finally, I must remind you: Since it is a test, you should stop at the end. Injury may be unavoidable, but you must never hurt people's lives."
After Hao Jinhan finished speaking, he retreated under the wide eaves of Ziji Palace. Gongsun Zhenren opened his mouth and said solemnly: "The martial arts test has begun! The three people who just read 'Martial Arts Class A' are waiting in the martial arts arena for other disciples to invite them to fight."
As soon as these words were spoken, most of the disciples voluntarily retreated to the verandahs on both sides, watching the battle while avoiding the wind and snow. However, there were still eight disciples left in the martial arts field, looking at the three people in the field with eager eyes. These eight disciples
Among the people, there are also Shou Lei disciples who have been tentatively designated as "Second Class in Martial Arts".
Hao Jinhan's thunderous voice came from under the eaves: "Who do you want to invite a fight to? Tell me what you are saying, and I will sort it out right now."
Sure enough! When the eight disciples responded, six of them came for Yang Chaoxi, and the other two challenged Zhuo Songtao to fight, but no one dared to challenge Zhu Jieran.
Hao Jinhan wrote down one by one with his pen, then raised his right hand and randomly named a disciple: "It's you! Chi Lingzi Chai Zi'ang, you can start."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Jieran, Zhuo Songtao and other fellow apprentices temporarily retreated to the verandah and watched the activities on the starting line with great interest.
However, Chi Lingzi Chai Ziang walked towards the weapon rack next to the martial arts arena, and casually pulled out a three-pointed two-edged sword with a wooden handle and a bamboo head. He shook his hand and shook the snow off it: "Junior brother Yang, what kind of weapon are you using?"
blade?"
Yang Zhaoxi wanted to draw a wooden sword, but suddenly he remembered the graceful style of Yuchi Temple Master Yuchi who used the "Seizing Fist" to draw a sword with his bare hands when he was at Hongdao Temple, so he cupped his fists and replied: "Brother Chai, I don't use a weapon."
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Chai Ziang's eyes narrowed, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and shouted softly: "Arrogant!" The three-pointed two-edged sword soared like a dragon and rushed towards Yang Chaoxi's chest!
Yang Zhaoxi retreated and dodged, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife passed by him. He waved his right hand, slapped the handle of the knife, and slapped the blade out for a few feet. However, this casual slap inadvertently affected the movement of the knife.
With a ray of acquired energy, his strength has long surpassed that of an ordinary young man.
Chai Zi'ang was also slightly surprised, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he followed the force of the shot and twirled the three-pointed two-edged knife behind him, then pierced it from the left armpit and slashed towards Yang Chaoxi's knees. Yang Chaoxi jumped up
He stood up, put his toes on the mouth of the three-pointed two-edged sword, and then moved his knees towards Chai Zi'ang's face.
Chai Zi'ang's three-pointed two-edged knife was hit by Yang Chaoxi's foot and sank. With the force of the sinking, his body dwarfed and he barely escaped the kick to the door. He took advantage of the momentum of rushing forward.
, fell down on his side, raised his hands, and rotated the three-pointed two-edged knife like an arrow, stabbing back at the back. At this time, the two of them had reversed their positions, and Yang Chaoxi's back had the door wide open.
If he were stabbed by this blow, he would probably be in agony.
Chai Zi'ang was secretly happy in his heart, but he saw that Yang Chaoxi had turned sideways at some point, with his arms like snakes, against the blade of the three-pointed two-edged sword, he slapped his fingers and palms together, followed the blade, and swallowed,
The handle of the knife climbed all the way. Suddenly, Chai Ziang felt that his hand was empty, and the three-pointed two-edged knife had fallen into Yang Chaoxi's hand. He saw that he danced the knife into several big flowers, and then made a fierce slash, breaking the wind.
Snow, slashed at his neck.
Just when Chai Zi'ang felt that his whole body was freezing and there was no way to avoid it, the three-pointed two-edged knife stopped firmly on his shoulder and tapped it gently. He became unsteady and almost fell to the ground.
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Yang Chaoxi said calmly: "Brother Chai, are you still fighting?"
Chai Ziang then remembered that the boxing technique used by Yang Chaoxi was the "Seizing Fist" that he often practiced, but he didn't know that this ordinary boxing technique could have such changes and magical effects.
This time against Yang Chaoxi, knowing that there was no chance of winning, he could only clasp his fists and say: "Junior Brother Yang, I surrender."
Yang Chaoxi watched Chai Ziang walk out of the martial arts arena, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw a sturdy Taoist priest rushing towards him from the corridor. When passing by the weapon rack, he picked up two wooden hammers and smiled at Yang Chaoxi: "Yang
Junior brother! Are you going to use this knife? Or are you still empty-handed?"
Yang Chaoxi only felt the tightness under her buttocks, so she didn't dare to make a mistake. She quickly ran to another weapons rack and took down a long stick.
Everyone watching under the eaves naturally recognized this dear friend. He was the direct disciple of Master Hao Jinhan of Wu Xuzi. His Taoist name was Wen Lingzi and his common name was Miao Fenggao. He was also a proficient Kung Fu master and liked to use all kinds of heavy weapons.
, if he hits me in the arm with a hammer, I'm afraid I will have to hang up my "war-free card", get a "Ding Wait", and then go back to recuperate.
Yang Zhaoxi held his stick and clasped his fists, and said respectfully: "Senior Brother Miao, please be merciful!"
Miao Fenggao suddenly sneered "hehe" twice, which was horrifying: "Junior Brother Yang, don't worry, my master just said that you are not allowed to kill. So, I promise you... I will not beat you to death."
Before he finished speaking, two wooden hammers as big as heads roared towards him, like two black shadows, forcing the wind and snow away, and smashed into Yang Chaoxi's shoulders. It turned out that this sturdy Taoist priest was going to hit Yang Chaoxi with a sudden sudden force.
His shoulders were dislocated day and night, forcing him to admit defeat.
Yang Zhaoxi was on guard for a long time, but he first retreated six or seven feet away, picked up the stick and moved forward, "bang, bam" twice, and clicked on the left and right between the two hammers to break up his attack.
Although Miao Fenggao had a strong body, his movements were extremely flexible. He missed the double cone hit, but that was expected. So he swung the two hammers alternately, protecting the empty door around him, and then hit Yang Chaoxi in the chest.
Yang Zhaoxi raised his stick to fight, and then he felt a strong force like a huge stone falling down. His hands were sore and numb, and both wrists were almost broken!
Yang Zhaoxi quickly took two steps back, knowing that he could no longer hide his clumsiness, so he quickly adjusted his breathing and gradually started to circulate the acquired Qi in his body. Holding the long stick in his hand, he began to feel the acquired Qi seeping out from his pores and flowing along his shoulders and arms.
A tickling feeling crawled towards his fingers. Snow petals fell, some fell on the palms of his fingers, and some hit the stick body. The force was weak and penetrated into the skin, making him feel like he was connected to the long stick in his hand.
The luck of this performance was only two breaths of time. Miao Fenggao did not take advantage of the victory and pursued it. He laughed twice, and seeing the brilliance in Yang Chaoxi's eyes, he decisively raised his two wooden hammers and rushed towards him. Yang
He kept advancing day and night without retreating, flipping the stick with one hand and striking down, hitting the left hammer directly.
Miao Fenggao lowered his left hand and was shocked: Why did this kid suddenly become more than five times stronger!
Seeing that he could no longer hold the wooden hammer in his left hand, Miao Fenggao suddenly raised his hand and threw the wooden hammer into the air. It spun twice in mid-air before falling. But his right hand did not stop at all, "Bang, bang."
"Bang" three times in a row, Yang Chaoxi either pushed or picked, blocking them all.
Miao Fenggao suddenly withdrew, reached behind his back with his left hand, caught the falling wooden hammer without missing a beat, and then attacked forward. The brothers in the corridors on both sides saw this beautiful move and started making noises.
Applause.
Yang Chaoxi swung his stick to fight and said with a smile: "It seems that Senior Brother Miao didn't take action seriously just now. Do you think that Junior Brother I am easy to deal with?"
Miao Fenggao chuckled: "The lion is fighting the rabbit with all his strength, how dare you underestimate Junior Brother Yang?" After saying that, he raised his hammers again and hit Yang Zhaoxi on the head, "But I have a habit.