Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

Fang Jin reprimanded angrily: "No matter what you say, it's you, Uncle Zheng. If you don't respect your elders anymore, get the hell out of here and go back to Hu Jian!"

After reprimanding his son, he apologized to Jue Guzi, "Master Daoist, I made you laugh."

Jue Guzi smiled, but didn't speak.

This group of people sang bad faces one by one and sang good faces by the other, they were very hypocritical, and he didn't want to communicate with them anymore.

Anyway, when the southern faction and the northern faction were fighting, he was just a spectator at Qingyun Temple.

If the other party is unwilling to listen to a few good words of persuasion, then it will be annoying.

Leading the Nanpai people around Qingyun Temple, Jue Guzi was not interested, and casually catered to the other party.

"Daoist, is there anyone practicing boxing in the temple?" Fang Renjie didn't want to give up, and asked with squinted eyes.

"Yes." Jue Guzi nodded.

"South Fist or North Fist?"

Jue Guzi parted his lips slightly, and paused: "Taoists practice boxing without distinction between north and south."

Hearing this, Fang Renjie smiled coldly, and then said:

"Master Daoist, we have been busy on our way these days, so we have delayed fisting, can you take us to your martial arts training ground to practice, and have a friendly exchange with everyone along the way?"

Chapter 126 The first battle of the Southern faction, the stakes!

If you compare the Southern faction and the Northern faction to two people fighting.

Then the role played by Qingyun Temple in it is biased.

Taoist priests, throughout the ages, many of them have become followers of the royal family and aristocratic families.

Especially like Qingyun Temple.

Now that the Northern faction is gone, Zheng Kefu even lost his last breath in the battle of appearances.

For Nanpai, it's time for a reckoning.

Over the past few years, Qingyun Temple has also received a lot of incense money from the Southern School of Martial Arts Association. In fact, it does not help both sides, but secretly supports Zheng Kefu, and has proposed many times in meetings to unify the North and the South.

So this time when entering Beijing, the first thing the Nanpai Martial Arts Association has to do is to use Qingyun Temple first.

"Renjie, what Qingyun Guan cultivates is the law of life, and he doesn't practice Wudang boxing like the Sanfeng sect, so don't talk about it."

Fang Jin glanced at him and said lightly.

"Let's discuss it at will."

Fang Renjie grinned and said, "Naturally, you need to keep your strength in the competition, and even if no one dares to fight, I still want to fight a few sets of punches in Qingyun Temple."

"After all, Qingyun Temple has a beautiful scenery. Practicing boxing here will open up your mind, Daoist, don't you think so?"

"Then come with me."

Jue Guzi said with a blank face.

The real purpose of the other party is not to discuss, but to tell the Northern faction association that not only has the Southern faction come, but they even regard Qingyun Temple as their own backyard for practicing boxing. Are you angry or not?

At this point, Jue Guzi couldn't intervene anymore.

This is equivalent to a husband and wife quarreling. It's okay to persuade a few words, but if you persuade too much, you will make yourself more embarrassing.

A group of people marched towards the backyard, and saw a group of Taoist priests surrounding the martial arts training ground from a distance.

"The atmosphere of spreading martial arts in the Taoist temple is indeed stronger than in previous years."

Fang Jin sighed with a kind smile.

However, when they saw the youth surrounded by the group of Taoist priests, everyone shrank their pupils.

At this time, Lin Qing was becoming more and more proficient with the bamboo stakes, and even opened and closed as if walking on flat ground, moving forward and retreating freely.

The bamboo stake under his feet bends to [-] degrees every time he takes a step. From a distance, Lin Qing seems to be roaming in mid-air, just like a classic bridge in a movie.

"This young plum blossom pile is amazing."

Fang Jin looked at Lin Qing and sighed:

"Using the tenacity of the crisp bamboo to move around in a narrow foothold, it will test your balance even more. It is a genius to think of such a practice method."

Bamboo stakes are softer than solid wooden stakes, but extremely resilient.

So after becoming familiar with the pressure of the bamboo stakes, Lin Qing was able to do the scene of practicing boxing while floating in the air like now.

Jue Guzi sighed silently, but still couldn't escape.

He had told Lin Qing before that it is best to keep a low profile these days.

But I didn't expect to meet Lin Qing who was practicing boxing when Nanpai came.

"Does the Taoist know that besides Shaolin Plum Blossom Pile, my Nanquan also has Plum Blossom Pile?"

Fang Renjie looked at Lin Qing and asked with a smile.

"Plum Blossom Pile of the Southern School, also known as a piece of body, pays attention to pointing, turning, sinking, moving, unwinding, falling, leading, and advancing. The footwork is mainly dragging the horse."

"Plum Blossom Stakes, I have been practicing for 20 years. Seeing how well this young man is playing, I am a little curious. Who will be better, the Southern School of Plum Blossom Stakes or the Northern School of Shaolin Plum Blossom Stakes."

After that, his eyes were burning, and he walked over.

Seeing this, Jue Guzi secretly sighed.

The Taoist priests discovered this group of people at this time, and seeing their senior brother Jue Guzi accompanying them, they immediately made way for them.

Seeing Fang Renjie who was coming forward, Lin Qing stopped, feeling slightly puzzled.

He only reacted when he saw Jue Guzi winking secretly beside him.

This is the Nanpai Chuanwu Association who came to Qingyun Temple to make trouble, and happened to be planning to use himself.

But he doesn't care about these things, no matter what you do, it's just a tool for improving attributes in his eyes.

"This little brother is very good at plum blossom piles. I am not talented, and I have practiced for a few years. I came here from a long distance from the south. I just want to learn from others. Is it a friendly exchange, learning from each other's strengths?"

Fang Renjie looked like a person in the world, he cupped his hands and asked loudly.

There are rules in the martial arts circle, even if there is a big enemy, it doesn't matter how cruel you are in the sparring, but the polite rules before the opening can't be lost.

What's more, the two have never met each other. Although the conflict between the North and the South has been feuding for a long time, they are both adults, and they will not be jealous when they meet.

Lin Qing jumped down from the bamboo stake, and glanced at the group of people with interest: "How do you compare?"

Fang Renjie is not tall, only reaching Lin Qing's shoulders, and the two of them look very much like Wu Song and Da Lang.

But the aura exuding from his whole body was like a sharp knife.

Fang Renjie smiled slightly, and asked, "I think brother has been standing for ten years, right?"

"Almost." Lin Qing nodded.

"Since that's the case, there's no need for you and me to talk about so many rules. Standing on the stake and fighting each other with fists, whoever falls first loses, how about it?"

Although Lin Qing stepped on the bamboo stake as if he was walking on the ground, but fighting on it was completely different from ordinary stepping on the stake.

If it is replaced by wooden stakes, he is confident that he can win.

However, he didn't know that Lin Qing just carried a fifty-jin stone pier back and forth on the bamboo pile freely.

Playing this set of Tai Chi is entirely his own will.

"Okay."

Lin Qing nodded, showing interest.

Although it is certainly not as exciting as fighting on the edge of a cliff, he just wanted to experience the southern style of boxing.

Representatives of the northern school of boxing, such as Baji, Bagua, and Xingyi, are well-known if you pick them up.

The Southern School is different, most of them are miscellaneous and strange small boxing styles.

"Where did this brother learn from?"

Fang Renjie signaled everyone to replace the bamboo stakes with wooden stakes, and asked.

Lin Qing shook his head and smiled, and said casually: "I don't have a teacher, just learn as you like."

Hearing this, Fang Renjie frowned slightly.

Can this plum blossom pile jump superbly without a teacher?

You liar!

I don't want to disclose my master's background, but I think it must be one of the few styles of the northern school, and it should be the heir of He's Taijiquan.

Fang Renjie sneered secretly, thinking that Lin Qing was guilty and dared not speak.

Then he jumped up and stepped on the stake.

"In this case, let's start directly."

It doesn't matter where you come from, anyway, the news that the descendants of the Southern School defeated the masters of the Northern School in Qingyun Temple on the second day will spread throughout the martial arts world.

Seeing that the other party stopped talking, Lin Qing nodded and jumped onto the stake.

It has to be said that this outstanding person is so confident in his stance, it can indeed be seen that he has a certain foundation.

Moreover, the opponent is short in stature and has a low center of gravity. It is easier to use fists and feet while standing on the pile, which is more advantageous.

Everyone around held their breaths and noticed that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere, but no one dared to speak.

Fang Jin smiled, as if he didn't care about winning or losing. A disciple behind him had already taken out his mobile phone and started recording.

This is the first battle of the Northern faction, if they win the battle with wooden stakes, it will be a good viewing experience, and it will be the first shot of the Southern Fist.

The two hugged each other, and Fang Renjie's aura instantly became aggressive.

"Nanpai, Suhe Babulian, you're being rude!"

He only heard a low shout from him, and his feet stepped on the wooden stake like a lotus growing at every step, and quickly rushed towards Lin Qing.

Chapter 127 Competing on the stakes, fighting Babulian!

Babulian, also known as Suhequan, belongs to the very famous internal boxing in the south.

It pays attention to bunt and entanglement, and its main offensive style is to break the enemy's foot and stir its core.

So this is why Fang Renjie is so confident.

Competing on wooden stakes is an extremely severe test of the pace and core strength of the lower body.

The reason why the eight-step lotus has its good name is that the steps under the feet are only eight steps, as if stepping on a blooming lotus flower, it is extremely delicate.

Whether it's subtle steps or offensive methods, no matter how you look at it, Fang Renjie has the advantage.

If he wanted to compete on a flat ground, he might still be worried, but on this wooden stake, it was as if he had returned to his own territory.

Fang Renjie yelled, and his short figure shuttled back and forth on the wooden stake, and in the blink of an eye, he rolled to Lin Qing's side.

"Babulian focuses on the five sects and three battles as its core, and takes the enemy's place as its means. Your Excellency, be careful!"

With a low shout, Fang Renjie slapped out his palm, heading towards Lin Qing's lower abdomen.

This hand is extremely tricky, and at the same time the arm trembles slightly, and it has a bit of flicking force.

Lin Qing's face remained unchanged, and he raised his hand to block it.

However, at this moment, Fang Renjie changed his hand shape, stepped on the lotus, changed his body position, and approached Lin Qing's waist with his hook.

Babulian emphasizes that the fast beats the slow, and it is hard to guard against a hasty pace.

The other party's hand is so sharp that it hits the vital point, and everyone who sees it dare not breathe.

However, Lin Qing didn't even block it. He raised his heels like long eyes behind his head, jumped lightly, and pulled the two of them away.

His feet landed firmly on the stakes behind him without shaking at all.

Seeing this scene, Fang Renjie's pupils shrank, not daring to be careless.

This simple jump contains at least 20 years of plum blossom pile skills, and the position of the wooden pile, the strength and control required for jumping the pile are already engraved in the muscles.

He shouted loudly, hurried his steps, and pushed forward again.

Although the core of boxing is mostly the same, the moves are different. Each boxing has a different rhythm.