The applause and cheers like a mountain falling apart were completely absent.
The scene was deathly silent.
The dozen or so people in front of me are still busy doing their own thing, the middle-aged monk is still chanting sutras with his beads crossed, and the Confucian scholars are still turning the pages of their books.
The burly, middle-aged Wang Hu lay on the table and fell asleep as usual, even snoring.
Gong Shuming stroked the wooden bird on his shoulder.
"Ah~"
Xingye, a girl in tight black clothes, stretched out her hand and yawned, looking listless.
For a moment, Lin Fan was confused.
"You...is this the reaction?"
"Yeah." Xingye, a girl with character, seemed to deliberately want to make Lin Fan angry. She looked up at Lin Fan and said calmly: "What else?"
"At least...give me some reaction!" Lin Fan was about to lose his temper. The reaction of these guys was completely different from what he imagined!
To know.
In the previous life, when Lin Fan met these guys, without exception, these people were full of passion and fought for Daxia through life and death!
This starry night was the first Daxia patron saint to die in battle!
Lin Fan still remembers that this woman faced the aloof Dark Moon God. Although she was seriously injured, she still stood proudly with a sword.
The woman's roar of "If you give me another five years, even if you are a god, how can you enter my Daxia!", and the figure that shoots up into the night sky like a ray of starlight.
That battle was called the Battle of Stars and Moon.
It was also in that battle that the Moyin Star Luomen, which had been passed down in Daxia for thousands of years, was completely destroyed.
That night, the stars fell.
Since then, there are no more stars in the summer sky, only a pale red moon hanging in the sky, like a silent mockery of the gods.
At that time, everyone here was so passionate! They wished they could fight to the death with the gods!
But why am I not motivated at all now?
Lin Fan suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Perhaps you still don't know, in March..."
"After three months, the gods will come. Okay, okay. We all know what you said."
Quickly tell me that the cocoon is here."
Lin Fan was slightly startled: "Then since you know, why..."
"Why are you so unmotivated?!" King Hu of the Xingyi Sect, a burly man who had been pretending to be asleep and snoring before, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Lin Fan, and loudly said loudly: "Then can you tell us, when the gods come,
What does it have to do with us guys?"
"Tell us, how do we deal with the gods?"
"Relying on these iron fists?!" Wang Hu hit the table with a fist as big as a sandbag.
"boom!"
A dull voice sounded.
However, the table did not break into pieces like what was shown on TV. It just vibrated once and then stopped moving.
"Why don't you tell me first, why I have been practicing Xingyiquan for thirty years, but now I am not as good as those who have never learned boxing and suddenly wear those finger tigers sold in online stores?"
Wang Hu pointed at the unchanged mahogany solid wood table and said loudly.
"So, how can we fight the gods? Is this what we expect?" Wang Hu looked ugly.
The old Taoist priest Dao Wanqian coughed, glanced at Wang Hu, and motioned Wang Hu to sit down with his eyes.
Wang Hu then sat down with his lips curled up. Although he was suffocating in his heart, it was obvious that he still respected the old Taoist priest.
"Little friend," Dao Wanqian twirled his beard with one hand, looked at Lin Fan, and said with a complex expression: "Don't think too much, Wang Hu has no bad intentions, but he has been practicing foreign martial arts for many years, but he has no way to cultivate himself, so
My temper is inevitably a bit irritable."
"Yeah." Lin Fan nodded, "What's your opinion?"
"I can't speak of opinions." Dao Wanqian sighed, "It's just like what Wang Hu said."
"Although we are all descendants of Daxia martial arts, we are still somewhat better than ordinary people."
"But martial arts is just martial arts. Of course, I admit that martial arts is indeed a killing technique. But it is not the metaphysics shown on TV now, which involves flying over walls and flying over walls."
"Now, times have changed."
"As Wang Hu said, he has been practicing the Iron Tiger Claw for thirty years, working diligently, listening to the chicken dance, and not getting tired every day."
"One punch can break a pile of bricks."
"In the past, you could indeed be called a master."
"But now... any young man who buys a Zhihu from an online store doesn't need to exercise. He can break a pile of bricks with just one punch. It's even harder than Wang Hu's fist!"
"I have also practiced Qinggong hard. When I was young, I was able to walk eight hundred miles a day as the ancients said, but... have you heard of the high-speed rail?"
The old man's face was full of sadness.
Lin Fan: "..."
Dao Wanqian was silent for a moment, then looked at Xing Ye, and continued: "This little girl has one hand of Starfall Slash, which is superb. Her ink invisibility method is even more profound. When she uses it, her body looks like ink."
"In the field of martial arts, whether it is speed or explosive power, it has reached the ultimate level of human strength. It can decapitate a person within ten steps. The person's head has fallen off and he is still blinking, not knowing that he has been beheaded."
"but."
"It's only ten steps."
"Do you know how far the range of modern thermal weapons is? If you use a sniper, you can kill someone thousands of miles away with just a snap of your finger. If you use a missile to strike accurately... tsk tsk, it will really be a decisive battle thousands of miles away."
When the old man said this, he looked at Master Compassion, who was still chanting sutras with his eyes closed, and whispered: "This Master Compassion is even worse. Did you see the fine iron devil-conquering stick next to him?
His single-handed magic stick technique can be described as breaking mountains and cracking rocks."
"In the early days, it would have been a powerful weapon to slay demons."
"But a few days ago, a young man fighting counterfeiting challenged him to a duel. Before he could take action, he was already lying on the ground and howling."
As soon as these words came out.
The compassionate master who originally looked unconcerned with the world suddenly stopped chanting the Buddha's name.
The fingers holding the rosary beads were exerted with faint force, and the joints made a cracking sound.
Opening his eyes, Master Compassion said expressionlessly: "That young man...has no martial arts skills at all. If we fight normally, he is no match for me."
"The master must want my Buddha to be compassionate, so he doesn't want to hurt people's lives!" Lin Fan quickly put his hands together and said: "My Buddha is compassionate, and the master's compassionate heart is so good."
However.
Facing Lin Fan's praise, the master didn't even smile at all.
After being silent for a long time, Master Compassion sighed and scratched his bald head: "Actually... the main reason is that that guy doesn't follow martial ethics. Everyone said it's like the stick method. I used the refined iron magic stick, but that guy actually used...
Electric baton!"
"Amitabha."
"This world is full of tricks, so it's better to go to the temple."
The Compassionate Master will remember that day when he was electrocuted and twitching and rolling on the ground before he could take action, and he will whisper the name of the Buddha.
That day.
The compassionate master who had always ignored worldly affairs learned a piece of modern basic physics knowledge that the Buddha had never taught.
Iron can conduct electricity.
Same reason.
A stick made of iron can also conduct electricity.
