Seeing Tan Sitong and Wang Wu hanging out together, Wu Dong couldn't help but think of a movie called "The Big Sword King Wu".
Could it be that these two are really characters in the plot of the movie?
Inside, Lao Yuan's image was severely damaged.
He wanted to think about it, but he didn't ask any more questions, lest these two people think that he was too keen on things in the capital.
Seeing the Big Sword King Wu, it’s time for my own martial arts to take a further step, so what else is there to say, let’s go to the martial arts training ground.
Wang Wu agreed happily and ignored Tan Sitong's surprised eyes.
Having dealt with Wu Dong for many years, I naturally knew that if I wanted to persuade Wu Dong, I had to go along with his temperament, otherwise there would be some things that wouldn’t be discussed.
It just so happens that, as a martial arts master, he is quite enthusiastic and active in the exchanges between strong players of the same level.
During this meeting, Wu Dong gave him a very unusual feeling. Wang Wu was also a little curious, wondering what state Wu Dong was in at this time.
When their strength reaches their level, every step forward is extremely difficult.
If Wu Dong has found a way forward, or is even further ahead, Wang Wu wouldn't mind asking for advice.
Which master in the martial arts world didn't gain the best of others and finally achieve the title of master? Wang Wu also has further expectations.
"Careful, I'm coming!"
Wang Wu shouted loudly, his shoulders dropped and his horse roared into the air. He suddenly rushed to Wu Dong, turned his palm into a sword and flew continuously. In an instant, he wielded the sword with great force.
Wu Dong did not give in, his body was as tall as a pine, and his hands were fists, palms or claws as he pleased.
In the blink of an eye, they were fighting with Wang Wu, and the two of them shot faster and faster, and later only the afterimages were seen.
His flickering, turning, and moving movements are so dexterous, and his control over the bright and dark energy is exquisite.
Standing outside the martial arts training ground, Tan Sitong, who originally planned to appreciate it, was dumbfounded. He kept looking softly at the field, but he could not clearly see the movements of the two fighting men.
As time passed, my eyes became even more sour and unbearable, and tears flowed out unconsciously.
I was shocked in my heart, I didn't expect that martial arts could reach such an astonishing level.
The scholar's arrogance, which was not deeply hidden at first, is slowly fading now.
In the middle of the field, Wu Donggang punched down the hand knife that was pointed at his neck. The next moment, the fist turned into a claw, and the sharp fingertips suddenly hit the life gate of the other hand knife, and An Jin was swallowed at the touch.
At the same time, the tall body suddenly rose into the air, one leg turned into a tiger's tail and swept across. It was fierce and domineering and directly knocked back Wang Wu who was injured by the knife. The other leg was like a dragon wagging its tail. The bright and dark power kept changing, continuously bombarding Wang Wu.
On hands and chest.
Wang Wucai just felt numbness in his wrist, and a dark force rushed into his palm, pulling at the muscles, bones, and flesh.
The next moment, a powerful force roared through his body from the blocking arm, causing his whole body to freeze.
But it wasn't over yet, there was another powerful force, with hidden strength sneaking into his arms and chest, layer upon layer creating huge obstacles for him.
In the muffled sound of banging, Wang Wu was unable to withstand it after all, and his tall and strong body flew backwards like a broken sack.
The energy and blood in the body were shaking continuously, and the muscles, bones, flesh and blood in the arms and chest were stretched so hard that they became numb and painful. For a while, he couldn't use any strength.
But Wang Wu was Wang Wu. He took a deep breath in mid-air, his belly suddenly swelled like a ball, his face turned red and veins popped out on his forehead, his eyes widened and he suppressed the strong pull inside his chest.
, try to keep your body balanced in mid-air, and finally land firmly on the ground with both feet.
At this time, Tan Sitong, who was watching from the sidelines, exclaimed, "Brother Wang, be careful."
Ignoring the little brothers on the sidelines, Wang Wu looked at Wu Dong, who was standing on the court with a smile on his face, in shock, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you, you, have you already reached that level?"
After understanding the meaning of Wang Wu's words, Wu Dong shook his head and said depressedly: "I entered once before at a critical moment, and then I couldn't get in anymore!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh: "But I just had a discussion with Brother Wang and felt the pressure. I gradually got a little clue. I think I have half a foot in the past!"
"That's pretty awesome!"
Wang Wu exclaimed: "Looking at the hundreds of years of martial arts, there are very few warriors who can step into this realm. Senior Brother Wu, you are really amazing!"
After saying that, he hurriedly rushed to Wu Dong, carefully considered it for a moment and said decisively: "No, you have to talk to me carefully and let me have such an opportunity!"
"Don't worry, I won't make your trip in vain!"
Wu Dong laughed, and at this time he slowly calmed down the surging energy and blood in his body, feeling relaxed and full of joy.
Just as he said, in the martial arts competition just now, under the pressure of Wang Wu, half of his feet entered the Huajin level.
Otherwise, given the strength gap between him and Wang Wu, it would be impossible to end the discussion and exchange in a short time.
Being able to freely switch between bright and dark energy, even if the switching is not so smooth and natural, he can still knock the unprepared Wang Wu away during the martial arts competition.
It's not about how powerful the energy is, but the control of one's own strength. It has reached a quite astonishing level, even the majestic master of Anjin can't bear it.
After all, his martial arts skills are almost the same as those of Wang Wu, and his strength is limited.
But he was able to freely change the strength of his shots. It was clearly a method of bright strength but a secret method came out. Wang Wu had no time to adapt or react. It was only a matter of time before he lost.
What happened after that was simple. Wang Wu, who was immersed in martial arts, simply left his companion Tan Sitong aside and asked Wu Dong for advice full of excitement.
With his broad-minded nature, he would naturally not take seniority, status in the world, etc. into consideration. Besides, the person who is second best in martial arts would be the first.
Wu Dong did not hide his secrets. He told Wang Wu his insights and previous thoughts one by one, and finally said: "This is my own understanding. As for whether it is consistent with Brother Wang's situation, I don't know.
Got it!"
"Brother Wang, please don't follow my experience and rush to a higher level of martial arts realm. I think that at this level, everyone needs to have their own unique understanding of martial arts!"
"Of course, I don't recommend Brother Wang to take risks and seek breakthroughs. If you don't make a mistake, you won't even have a chance to regret it. I had no choice that day. I had to command the battle on the front line to boost morale!"
Wang Wu nodded repeatedly to express his understanding, with a look of excitement on his face, but from time to time he frowned and fell into deep thought. It was obvious that he had gained a lot.
Seeing that the martial arts exchange between Wu Dong and Wang Wu was over, Tan Sitong, who had been left out in the cold, came over and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Wu to be a martial arts master. Tan is too blind to recognize Taishan. Please forgive me!"
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"It doesn't matter!"
Wu Dong said calmly: "After all, civil and martial arts are different. Even martial arts masters are like hawks and dogs in the eyes of literati."
"It seems that Brother Wang's views on Shilin are quite extreme!"
Tan Sitong frowned secretly and winked at Wang Wu next to him. Wang Wu hurriedly interrupted, and the atmosphere became harmonious again.
Wu Dong was so funny that he invited the two people back to the living room. Not long after tea was served, Tan Sitong couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Wang is a powerful person. He should know something about the emperor's personal rule in Beijing. What do you think?"
"What can you say? It's just a farce!"
After all, with Wang Wu's reputation, Wu Dong might as well speak more clearly: "How can you be pro-government if you are pro-government?"
Tan Sitong's face suddenly turned ugly and he retorted: "That is me, the Qing Emperor, after all!"
"So what, Emperor?"
Wu Dong sneered and said: "Let's not talk about our Qing Dynasty, just talk about the previous dynasties. How many emperors died inexplicably. Is it possible that Brother Tan has no idea?"
Tan Sitong's face turned pale at this time, and he trembled and said: 'No way, such a thing can't happen in our Qing Dynasty!'
Tsk!
Cynic's brainwashing skills are really good, and it is quite impressive to be able to transform such a handsome man into this.
Wu Dong sneered unceremoniously: "In addition to the title of emperor, what else does this person have?"
"Brother Wu, what do you mean?"
"Literally, when the emperor wants to take power, but he doesn't have the right people and strength, how can he do it?"
"Scholars all over the world are on the side of the emperor!"
Tsk!
Wu Dong smiled and said nothing, looking at Tan Sitong as if he were stupid.
Tan Sitong was embarrassed by what he saw, but he was also confused as to what Wu Dong meant.
It was Wang Wu who helped to rescue the siege and asked: "What does Senior Brother Wu mean by this?"
"The Queen Mother of the West Palace, does she care about the voices of scholars in the world?"
Wu Dong said with a smile: "Do the children of the Eight Banners care about the words of the scholars in the world?"
He asked two questions in succession, which confused both Tan Sitong and Wang Wu.
They never thought about this, but they felt that scholars were the backbone of our Qing Dynasty and the court could never ignore them.
But now Wu Dong kept asking questions, and they suddenly realized that the foundation of our Qing Dynasty was the disciples of the Eight Banners, not the so-called scholars in the world.
Tan Sitong's expression could no longer be described as bleak at this time.
Wang Wu ignored the state of his companions and asked anxiously: "Senior Brother Wu, according to you, what kind of help does the current emperor need if he wants to govern smoothly?"
"It's very simple, the army!"
Wu Dong said calmly: "The full support of the Eight Banners and the feudal officials is fine, but can the current emperor get their support?"
A rhetorical question hit Tan Sitong, who had just calmed down, until his face turned as pale as paper.
Wang Wu was also speechless for a moment, and he didn't know what to say.
When I was with Tan Sitong before, I felt that what Tan Sitong said was correct, as if Emperor Guangxu was in charge, it would be as easy and simple as what Tan Sitong said.
But now, after just a few casual retorts from Wu Dong, he was choked to the point of speechlessness. It was obvious that Tan Sitong's previous heroic words were not so reliable.
"No, we also have an army here!"
Just when the atmosphere in the living room gradually became dull, Tan Sitong, who was in a state of extreme self-doubt, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted...