Competing in the same sect has almost become a life-and-death situation for two young girls. No matter which sect they are in, it is an intolerable situation. At the least, they will be dealt with according to the rules of the sect, and at the most serious, they will abandon their martial arts future and be expelled from the sect.
Zhang Xiaochuan and Wei Changpan, one is the master's precious daughter, and the other is his senior apprentice, Liu Dashi is very worried about how to deal with them. If master Zhang Wu hadn't taken action this time, the situation today would have been really unmanageable.
Logically speaking, it was Zhang Xiaochuan who showed his murderous intention first, and Wei Changpan, who was at a lower level, had no choice but to show his life-saving means. But the master Zhang Wulao had always given Zhang Xiaochuan whatever he asked for when he got a daughter, and he might not be happy if he wanted less.
of pampering.
But if he follows the rules strictly, Zhang Xiaochuan will inevitably suffer a lot. On the contrary, if Liu Dashi does nothing, he will be deeply unpopular.
The word "rules" has the most important meaning. People in the world can not abide by many rules, but they cannot not abide by all rules. If there are no constraints and checks and balances of certain rules, then the world will use force to violate the forbidden behavior more and less chivalry.
Things. Without the people in Jianghu, what kind of Jianghu can we talk about?
The word "jianghu" was first spoken by a Taoist ancestor who was born in an unknown year.
It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other.
Liu Dashi, who was thinking hard about how to deal with this matter, caught a glimpse of Mr. Qian's attitude of not caring about anything, and suddenly realized that the most senior master in the family was here, so there was no need for him as an apprentice.
How to deal with worry?
After Liu Dashi figured out where the joint was, he immediately relaxed and watched how Master Zhang Wu held a bowl of water level.
Wei Changpan's move was undoubtedly his most powerful move since he started martial arts, but it was still taken lightly by the smiling old man with white beard and white hair in front of him. The feeling of punching cotton made Wei Changpan
It was extremely frustrating, and so was Zhang Xiaochuan.
When the latter saw his smiling father, he immediately felt that something bad had happened. Zhang Wu had always had a temper that was full of joy and anger, and he would only have such an angry and smiling expression when his anger could no longer be suppressed.
After all, Zhang Xiaochuan is just a girl. Seeing her father, who is usually obedient to her, he is extremely angry, and tears are falling endlessly. Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty, and fathers hate to see their daughters shed tears, and want to slap her in the face.
Just take it back slowly.
He was most aware of his daughter's trick. There was one more thing that Professor Zhang Wu didn't mention when he warned her. This was a life-saving trick that had saved him twice when his life was hanging by a thread. Both times he used it, he seriously injured one person.
One person was almost beaten on the spot
Killing, he barely managed to save his life by practicing kung fu, and he had no future in martial arts.
This move is not a way to conquer ten guilds with one force, but a ruthless method of finding the martial arts acupoints and destroying the foundation of martial arts high-rises with clever strength, which in the eyes of some decent people undermines martial ethics.
As for Wei Changpan's punch, it was just a cannon shot to the sky, but it was much more sophisticated than the other moves in the boxing frame. It also had the miraculous effect of unexpectedly attacking the enemy unprepared. It was an ordinary means for a martial artist with a weak family background to save his life.
He just became a master, but he didn't make mistakes by teaching his disciples random tricks to make things worse.
But what makes Zhang Wu angry is that he, Wei Changpan, was obviously afraid of hurting others when he attacked, so he obviously reserved 10% of his strength, but she, Zhang Xiaochuan, still wanted to use 12% of her strength. It can be seen that there is such a big difference in their personalities, and one of them is still him.
Girl, how can he not be angry?
"Go back to the ancestral hall and receive thirty family rituals by yourself. Close the door at home and think about your mistakes. When will you go out to the second floor of the martial arts hall?"
Thirty strokes with the gun that Zhang Wu brought with him when he retired from Yao's army were not as easy as the white wax poles used by those men selling plasters in the market.
The beautiful gun flower is made of the finest two-color beef tendon wood among the famous gun-making woods in the world. The throat is at the tip of the gun, and the gun body is bent into a large arc.
, even the tung oil used for daily maintenance cannot be neglected.
A slap with such a tough hardwood on a person's body would leave a bruise that would not be reduced for two to three months at least. What's more, thirty blows in a row. If a martial artist hadn't already had a strong body, it would have been an ordinary person who wouldn't have died after being hit by it.
He also had to take off half of his skin. Even so, Zhang Xiaochuan could only sleep on his stomach for a long time, let alone go out to buy candied haws with paper kites.
Several senior brothers immediately wanted to say a few good words for Zhang Xiaochuan, but seeing their senior Zhang Wu's expression extremely gloomy, they swallowed back all the nonsense words that came to their lips.
Zhang Wu turned around and showed a sincere smile to Wei Changpan, his disciple: "Your fist is very good. If you polish it more carefully, it will not be as good as some other heretical killer moves. Even if you take advantage of one level in the realm,
As a martial artist, you won't be able to get away with it accidentally. Just practice boxing with your master."
Wei Changpan nodded in agreement and saluted his master.
Second Master Qian was naturally very satisfied with the result. The old man recognized that Wei Changpan, a disciple like him, could be impartial with his own daughter. In his heart, the old man was not that hopeless.
Maybe one day I will figure it out and kick Xiao Qian in the face
gone?
In a great mood, Mr. Qian stepped forward and patted Wei Changpan's shoulder vigorously. He turned to his master Zhang Wu with a stern look on his face: "Old man, you don't even look at whose apprentice you are. Don't tell me, old man, that your daughter has been practicing martial arts for two years.
A little bit, if my apprentice trains for a few more months, he might be able to build a second or third floor. In a few years, wouldn't he be higher than you, old man?"
The corner of Zhang Wu's mouth twitched, and he looked sideways at his disciple, who had no idea what it meant to respect his master. He felt very headache.
You must know that this is how the master looked at you back then.
The second master Qian, who did not realize these connotations, finished his speech and greeted the disciples around him:
"Uncle is happy today. Seeing that you little bastards are still a bit energetic, he invites you to have a drink at Fuxianju. Junior Brother Dashi and Master, you can go too. Don't be stingy about the wine that the old man has hidden, sir.
You have to come up with this number." Mr. Qian held out five fingers.
"Drink, drink, drink your ass, you fucking know how to drink, but you are still so old and can't go up to the fourth floor." Zhang Wu pointed at Mr. Qian's nose and yelled: "I see you won't shed tears until you see the coffin.
Tonight, my master, I will weigh and measure how much this four-story house of yours that you have been building for several years weighs." Zhang Wu, who had a somewhat masterful demeanor, was so angry at this disciple that he finally lost his strength.
Mr. Qian still had a playful smile on his face: "Old man, my level is not as good as yours, but my ability to teach my disciples is worse than yours."
Bad boy.
Zhang Wu scolded fiercely, but he was very happy in his heart.
If there were only the older generation gesticulating in the arena, how could there be a lively time when the flames were cooking and the flowers were blooming?
Talented people emerge from generation to generation, and each generation leads the generation to style.