On the open space in the southeast corner outside Chongyang Palace.
Everyone was astonished by Yang Guo's skill of grabbing a white blade with his bare hands, but seeing that this technique was not the martial arts method of the Quanzhen Sect, Zhao Zhijing, who was standing at the top, suppressed his inner surprise and asked Yang Guo angrily: "Yang Guo! How dare you secretly learn martial arts from other sects without your master's permission? What crime should you be guilty of!"
Yang Guo, who was still feeling proud of winning the competition easily, immediately became angry when he heard this. He turned his head and glared at Zhao Zhijing and shouted: "Have you ever taught me a move or a half in the half year since I started? I won't be able to compete in this competition." Are you trying to make me look embarrassed? If I don’t learn some self-defense skills, won’t I be beaten to death on this school field today?”
When Yang Guo's extreme words came out, Zhao Zhijing was shocked and angry. He was speechless for a moment, because the facts were indeed as Yang Guo said. Facing the questioning looks of his junior brother Cui Zhifang and others, Zhao Zhijing's eyes flashed With a hint of viciousness, Zhu Zhu's face turned red and he yelled at Yang Guo: "I've been teaching you kung fu for more than half a year, but you're talking nonsense and saying you don't have any martial arts skills? Then what have you been doing for more than half a year?"
Before Yang Guo could reply, Zhao Zhijing said hurriedly: "You are lazy and playful, unwilling to work hard, and your fists and feet are naturally rusty. Let me ask you, 'What's the basis for your cultivation? If your heart is dead, the public will not be born now.'" The next two sentences are What?"
Yang Guo's conditioned reaction opened his mouth and answered: "The energy fills the gong tools, and the spiritual light shines all over the Shenjing."
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the somewhat relaxed expressions of several junior disciples. Zhao Zhijing nodded: "That's right. Let me ask you again, 'The Master of the Secret Whisperer imparts enlightenment to the original state, and it never lasts long when it comes and never leaves.' What are the next two sentences?"
Yang Guo replied accordingly: "The dust and dirt have been wiped away over the years, but the body and spirit are too bright and too weak."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhijing changed the subject and shouted angrily: "Since you understand our sect's mental formulas so clearly without missing a word, why did you lie to the elders of the sect and say that you have never learned Kung Fu? You have learned Kung Fu. But I don’t practice Kung Fu, I just blame everyone all day long. Let me ask you, have you ever seen Yang Guo practicing Kung Fu on weekdays?"
As soon as Zhao Zhijing said the words, Lu Qingdu immediately stood up and praised Zhao Zhijing: "Master, I have never seen Yang Guo in the martial arts field."
After saying that, he glanced proudly at the angry Yang Guo.
The few verses Yang Guo just mentioned are the gist of practicing internal martial arts. They teach people to calm down their mind, practice essence and nourish their Qi. However, each verse is matched with a few fists and kicks. Together, it is a set of concise Quanzhen sect introductory boxing techniques. , the Taoist priests heard Yang Guo reciting the formula with their own ears, and there was no mistake in it, so they believed Zhao Zhijing's words and felt that Yang Guo was suspected of slandering the teacher.
"What a famous and authentic sect, what a great sect in the world, but they all do such despicable and dirty things." Yang Guo laughed angrily.
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately stirred up a hornet's nest. Everyone in the Quanzhen Sect felt proud to be Quanzhen disciples. People who had some good impressions of Yang Guo also frowned slightly, all because of Yang Guo's words. Their holy Quanzhen sect, the famous and authentic sect.
"Okay, you are such an evil disciple. You just don't know how to repent, but you actually uttered arrogant words against the sect. Do you want to rebel?!" Zhao Zhijing pointed angrily at Yang Guo in the field and yelled.
At this time, no one in the school was willing to speak for Yang Guo, except Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang, but they were also soft-spoken, so how could they help Yang Guo, who had already made people angry.
"Uncle Zhao, have you ever taught Yang Guo the secrets of mental training? You must know it better than others." The impatient Lu Wushuang saw Yang Guo being bullied in the field and walked out of the queue to speak to him without even thinking.
"Shut up! Are today's juniors so arrogant? I don't think it's a good idea for you to flirt with Yang Guo all day long. Master, you can question it too?" Lu Qingdu saw Zhao Zhijing's face stiffen on the field, and immediately
Then he stood up and angrily pointed at Lu Wushuang and cursed, while also giving Zhao Zhijing a small pat on the back.
Yang Guo glanced gratefully at Lu Wushuang, who had an angry look on his face, turned around and faced the teachers and said angrily: "It doesn't matter that I, Yang Guo, don't treat these shameless sects, but what if they do the opposite?"
Wow!!!
As soon as Yang Guo said these words, everyone in the Quanzhen Sect immediately became confused. This kind of treacherous talk of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors is very serious in this era. Even if the master is killed on the spot, it is not an exaggeration. No one will say anything, because
The master is like a second father and has great management authority over his apprentices.
Seeing Yang Chengying who had completely aroused everyone's anger, he was also completely panicked. He hurriedly walked out of the queue and respectfully said to the leader Zhao Zhijing: "Uncle Zhao, this is not what Senior Brother Yang meant. Please calm down. Master Qiu also explained it repeatedly before leaving.
Supervising Senior Brother Yang’s homework, I think there must be some misunderstanding."
After saying that, he winked at Yang Guo, whose face was red with anger, telling him to stop talking. After Cheng Ying cleverly moved Qiu Chuji out, everyone re-evaluated Yang Guo's position in the Quanzhen Sect, and naturally they knew
Qiu Chuji had always had a bad temper and was extremely defensive, so he didn't know how to deal with Yang Guo.
Just when Zhao Zhijing and others didn't know how to punish Yang Guo, Lu Qingdu stood up with his eyes turned and said: "Master, Yang Guo's words are extremely disrespectful to the master. Even Master Qiu can't say anything.
Since he is so arrogant, how about letting Qing Du give Yang Guo a try?"
Hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and he nodded quickly and said, "That's it."
After saying that, he glanced around at all the junior disciples. Naturally, they all had no objections to this. They were all children of the world. It would be better to see the truth on the ground than to argue with words and make Yang Guo suffer.
The meaning behind this is that Yang Guo is really too unruly and has no due respect for the elders of his sect.
After receiving the teacher's permission, Lu Qingdu's fat face lit up with joy. He walked out of the queue with his sword in hand, came to Yang Guo and said in a sinister tone: "Junior brother Yang, please."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Originally, such a competition was against the rules, because Lu Qingdu had been coming to the Quanzhen Sect for many years, and had practiced kung fu for many years more than Yang Guo.
The competition was a bit suspicious of bullying, but everyone tacitly agreed not to say anything, all wanting to make Yang Guo, a wild boy, suffer.
In this regard, Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying were about to say something for Yang Guo, but he stretched out his hand to suppress it. He held his sword and walked towards Lu Qingdu: "Okay, I also want to see what Senior Brother Lu is capable of and dares to do this three times."
I had trouble with Yang four times."
After the two said harsh words, they had already drawn their swords to attack each other before the teacher could start shouting. They both hated each other so much that they naturally would not hold back in their attacks. Each move was aimed at their opponent's vital points.
Qing Du had practiced kung fu for so many years more than Yang Guo, so he must have something in his hands. Naturally, he would not let Yang Guo win so easily.
Although Yang Guo's internal strength was still weak, his moves were exquisite, and the two of them nearly fought each other with swordsmanship on the field. On the field, Cui Zhifang and others frowned and said to Zhao Zhijing, who looked cheerful: "Brother, these two
The moves for this junior are too ruthless, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back my moves for a while and I'll kill someone, so I won't be able to explain to Master Qiu."
Zhao Zhijing waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, we'll be here to watch them and they'll be fine."
"Can...."
"Needless to say, don't you still believe me?"
"Then...okay." Seeing Zhao Zhijing's firm attitude, Cui Zhifang had no choice but to give up.
At this time, in the forest outside the ancient tomb, Lu Yao, dressed in red, was pacing back and forth in the forest with a long sword in his arms. His big eyes glanced out of the forest from time to time, and he secretly murmured: "Why is Yang Guo like this today?"
Wait, something must have happened, he seems to have said that his masters and brothers were very bad to him..."