Listening to Wang Liangyu's words, Peng Yiting couldn't help but frown and looked sideways at Zhou Xiyu, with a trace of curiosity in his eyes.
Feeling Peng Yiting's eyes, Zhou Xiyu couldn't help but puff up his chest and said in a deep voice: "From today onwards, you can practice with me, and the Peng family's things must stay in the Peng family!" After a pause, he sighed again and said, "Peng
Now you are the only one left in the family, and you can only inherit the Peng family's orthodoxy!"
Peng Yiting had the intention to refuse, but as a martial arts fanatic, it was difficult to refuse to witness such a magical skill, so he hesitated and couldn't help but look at Wang Liangyu.
Zhou Xiyu couldn't help but frown when he saw this, his old face drooped, and he said angrily: "The Peng family will never be controlled by others!"
When Zhou Xiyu thought about it, the reason why Peng Yiting didn't die must have been because he was coerced by Wang Liangyu. He had never seen anyone before and it was difficult to take action, but now he no longer had to hold back.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiyu rushed towards Wang Liangyu waving the big broom. The broom tied with bamboo strips was soft yet strong, and the dense branches were like daggers, stabbing Wang Liangyu all over.
Wang Liangyu was watching the show, never expecting that Zhou Xiyu would suddenly take action, and his body reacted subconsciously.
After several years of diligent study and practice, Wang Liangyu has become very familiar with the White Ape sword technique.
Swinging the sword casually, with no moves and no moves, it shows no trace like an antelope hanging its horns, revealing a bit of the true meaning of the white ape's swordsmanship.
With just one strike of the sword, Zhou Xiyu seemed to see the overwhelming sword intent. Wang Liangyu in front of him was like a general on the battlefield. With a wave of his hand, thousands of troops and horses under his command swept across wantonly. There were shield soldiers in front of him and cavalry charging fiercely.
There are also long-range projectiles by archers.
The momentum is as strong as a broken bamboo, and it is unstoppable!
Click!
The end of the broom spreads out like flowers, and the sky is filled with fine bamboo strips.
Zhou Xiyu fell a few steps back, staggered to steady his body, stared blankly at the only bamboo pole left in his hand, then raised his head and looked at Wang Liangyu, in disbelief: "What kind of sword technique is this?"
"White Ape Sword Technique!"
Zhou Xiyu breathed out lightly, calmed down for a while, then looked at Wang Liangyu with fear and surprise, and said sincerely: "This kind of swordsmanship is far inferior to the Wudang Immortal Sword!"
"Wudang Immortal Sword?" Wang Liangyu was moved and asked quickly.
Seeing Wang Liangyu's power, Zhou Xiyu no longer felt arrogant, and explained with a kind face: "Wudang has a mysterious sword technique that has been passed down through the ages. It is called an immortal sword, and it has unpredictable abilities!"
"What is the difference between the Wudang Immortal Sword and the Wudang Sword Technique announced by senior Li Jinglin?" Listening to these familiar words, Wang Liangyu resisted the urge to roll his eyes and asked.
In the martial arts world, there are always so-called secret martial arts. They sound mysterious, but are actually very silly. If something unexpected happens, a martial arts skill may be lost. This is also an important reason why Wang Liangyu scorns the traditional martial arts rules. Zhou Xiyu chuckled, shook his head, and made an analogy: "One is a disciple who has received the true inheritance, and the other is an apprentice in a martial arts school. Can they be the same?"
Wang Liangyu understood and continued to ask: "Seeing that the senior is so familiar, does he know where the Wudang Immortal Sword is?"
Needless to say, Wang Liangyu fell in love with this Wudang sword again.
Dare to be named after the Immortal Sword, this Wudang Immortal Sword is by no means an ordinary fencing technique.
Wang Liangyu, I really want it.
One is to strengthen the curriculum of the martial arts school of the Martial Arts Alliance, the other is to absorb Wudang martial arts to lay the foundation for integrating and creating martial arts, and the third is that Wang Liangyu needs to practice various sword techniques to improve his understanding of the White Ape sword technique.
Zhou Xiyu has lived for more than sixty years. Since he betrayed the Peng family, he has been wandering around the world and met all kinds of people. He has long developed a pair of eyes to identify people, and he can tell Wang Liangyu's thoughts at a glance.
After a brief pause, Zhou Xiyu explained: "I have an old relationship with the contemporary successor of Wudang Immortal Sword. He lives in seclusion in Wudang Mountain all year round. He only goes down to the mountain once a year to have wine and chat with me." After a pause, Zhou Xiyu looked at Wang Liangyu, "I
You can make a recommendation on your behalf, but whether you can succeed or not depends on yourself."
Wang Liangyu nodded in agreement without thinking, and asked bluntly: "Tell me, what do you want?"
"Let him go!" Zhou Xiyu pointed at Peng Yiting and said.
Peng Yiting was stunned when he heard this, looked at Zhou Xiyu with confusion on his face, and then looked at Wang Liangyu.
Wang Liangyu couldn't help laughing, shook his head and explained: "I think you may have misunderstood. What I said before is true. I did not arrest him or detain him!"
"Master Zhou, you misunderstood!" Feeling that Zhou Xiyu sacrificed his life to save him, Peng Yiting finally called Master Zhou and explained in a dumbfounded way.
After listening to Peng Yiting's account of the causes and consequences, Zhou Xiyu's expression was a little dull, and he felt like a clown. He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn it, they dared to lie to me!"
After scolding, Zhou Xiyu looked at Wang Liangyu and then at Peng Yiting, his expression became complicated: "You now worship him as your teacher, and you want to teach Peng's Tai Chi to the public?"
At that time, Zhou Xiyu was Peng Xiaowen's direct disciple with a foreign surname. As soon as Peng Xiaowen died, he was besieged and killed by the Peng family. Although he escaped by chance, he had to live in anonymity for decades.
Now, Peng Yiting, as the only living descendant of the Peng family, wants to teach Peng style Tai Chi publicly.
As a former victim, one can imagine Zhou Xiyu’s mood.
"If you don't want to, I will risk my life to take you out!" Zhou Xiyu didn't believe that Peng Yiting would be willing to do so. He leaned close to Peng Yiting's ear, his voice was very low, and his eyes were filled with divine light, staring at not far away.
Wang Liangyu.
Peng Yiting laughed out loud and signaled Zhou Xiyu not to misunderstand, and then said: "I'm afraid Master Zhou doesn't know that Master even wants to make the White Ape Sword Technique public!" Then he said slightly self-deprecatingly, "Compared to the White Ape Sword Technique,
Peng’s Tai Chi, what does it mean?”
Zhou Xiyu looked at Wang Liangyu with a dull look on his face, his eyes were complicated and unreadable, with a mixture of shock, suspicion, and a hint of expectation.
"To be honest with Uncle Zhou, I have already learned the White Ape Sword Technique!" Peng Yiting made gestures with his sword with both hands, with a bit of show-off, "Today, I just chose a martial arts school in Jinmen with the White Ape Sword Technique.
There are nearly a hundred people up and down, and no one can stop my sword!"
Peng Yiting deserves to be called a genius. Although he has only practiced the White Monkey Sword Technique for a few days, he has already mastered the three sets of sword techniques. He has even surpassed Geng Liangchen and is catching up with Gong Ruomei, who has been practicing the longest.
Zhou Xiyu still couldn't believe it. He looked at Wang Liangyu blankly and asked, "Are you a fool?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the courtyard burst into laughter.
Gong Ruomei almost collapsed with laughter and fell on Wang Liangyu, twitching with laughter.
Wang Liangyu's face turned dark, and he glared at Zhou Xiyu angrily, but he was filled with emotion in his heart.
Speaking of which, Zhou Xiyu was a victim of the old customs in the martial arts world. He should have become a revolutionary like Wang Liangyu who dared to break the old customs, but instead he maintained the old customs and was puzzled and suspicious of Wang Liangyu's actions. And this is the most terrifying thing.
The long-standing rules have long left imprints and shackles on people's hearts. People always act according to the rules habitually. Even if the rules have long been decayed and outdated, few people are willing and dare to break these old rules. p>
Thinking of this, Wang Liangyu looked at Zhou Xiyu with a trace of pity.
After all, this is a poor man who originally had the qualifications of a master, but in the end he became a loser in the wasted years.