Sword narration is painful in the world

This time, Leng Fengye was so ashamed that he was sweating on his face. As a seven-foot man, he was beaten like this by a woman from Yangliu. He really felt sorry for his mentor Daoyue who taught him the art.

Seeing his embarrassed look, the girl stood there proudly and said with a charming smile:

"Now you should know how many eyes Lord Ma has grown. I only give you a period of thirty days. Within these thirty days, I will not come here to find you. You should weigh the pros and cons carefully and wait until the time comes. On the thirty-first day, I will definitely come to you again. If you are a sensible person, you will agree to my request smoothly and ensure your bright future. If not, I will take off your head when the time comes."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl turned around and headed towards the pine forest, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Leng Fengye stood there for a long time, thinking:

My kung fu practice in the past few years has been in vain. I actually asked a little girl to beat me up like this. How will I be able to make a living in the world in the future?

It’s no wonder that Leng Fengye felt sad. Since he became a disciple of Daoyue, he has been practicing diligently. Three years later, Leng Fengye’s martial arts improved rapidly and he was smart and eager to learn. Elder Daoyue already loved him like the apple of his eye and always loved him. He carefully taught him various martial arts.

Therefore, Leng Fengye naturally became the best among the disciples of Wenshu Monastery.

After going back silently and depressed, Leng Fengye lingered in front of the master's door for a long time and had no choice but to go in.

Dao Yue saw that his face was pale and his head was lowered, looking listless, so he asked:

"Feng Ye, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Fengye suddenly knelt down in front of his master with a plop, tears flowing down like broken beads.

He was sad that he had failed his master for his painstaking teachings over the past few years and had brought a black face to his master.

Taoist priest Daoyue had always thought that Leng Fengye had a strong personality. He had never seen him with a sad face. How could he cry so hard that he hurriedly asked:

"Tell me what happened. A man doesn't shed tears easily. You are a man in his twenties, why are you still acting like a child?"

Leng Fengye stopped crying and said to Dao Yue:

"Master, please tell me the truth, how has your martial arts training been over the past few years?"

Elder Daoyue was suddenly asked and said inexplicably:

"Your martial arts are improving rapidly and you are a proud disciple of your master. From now on, I will rely on you to bring glory to Mount Wutai and show your face to the master."

Leng Fengye choked and said:

"Disciple, I'm sorry for your hard work. I asked you to beat me today."

"I was beaten." Dao Yue was very surprised when he heard this: "You went down the mountain."

Leng Fengye lowered his head and replied, "No."

"Which master beat you?" Dao Yue asked curiously.

Leng Fengye blushed and said, "Disciple doesn't know her."

Dao Yue thought for a moment and then said:

"But is he an old monk in his fifties? Currently, unless he is a teacher, he is the only one with better martial arts skills than you. But it's up to the master to beat a dog. How could he be like this?"

When Leng Fengye heard this, his face turned even redder and he said:

"Master, this is not the person. The person who hit me today is a little girl, about ten years old. My disciple actually knocked her to the ground with a simple slap."

Elder Daoyue was shocked. He stood up and said:

"What do you mean, a little girl beat you easily?"

At this moment, Dao Yue simply couldn't believe it. Leng Fengye might not be a match against the older generation. If he could be said to be outstanding among his peers, how could he be beaten by a little girl?

Then Elder Daoyue asked again:

"What does this little girl look like?"

Then, Leng Fengye told Dao Yue the whole story one by one. Dao Yue thought about it painstakingly for a long time, chanting Amitabha in his mouth.

Suddenly, Dao Yue remembered a person. I heard that she had accepted an apprentice. She was indeed good at martial arts, but Dao Yue had never seen him.

However, a little girl cannot beat Feng Ye. How can the apprentice she teaches compare to the apprentice I teach?

Dao Yue pondered for a moment and saw Leng Fengye's face full of sorrow, so he could only comfort him:

"Feng Ye, don't be too uncomfortable. It's not a day to freeze three feet. The level of kung fu does not depend on the gender. It seems that this girl's martial arts is indeed extraordinary. She has at least ten years of kung fu. You have only practiced it for three or four years. In one moment, It's reasonable to be unable to defeat her. Don't be discouraged. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will be able to catch up with her in the future, but that little girl still says nothing."

Leng Fengye said embarrassedly:

"She wants to force my disciple to marry her, and gives me thirty days to think about it. She said she will come back to me on the thirty-first day. If she doesn't agree, she will put my disciple to death."

"Oh, there is still this matter, but you don't have to worry. When the time comes, I will have my own way to deal with her."

The next day, before dawn, Elder Daoyue called Leng Fengye and began to teach his disciple the last of his inventory, the twelve Wudang Neijia fists.

In this way, more than twenty days have passed. Leng Fengye wakes up at five o'clock every day and goes to sleep in the middle of the night to practice. Although he has basically mastered it, he still feels that his kung fu is not good enough.

In the blink of an eye, the thirty-day deadline was coming soon. Leng Fengye was naturally very anxious. If he lost to that woman again, how could he have the face to see his master again?

Dao Yuezhang saw that he was always unhappy, so he knew what was on his mind and comforted him:

"Actually, winning or losing is a common matter for a soldier. Don't worry too much. If you practice these twelve Wudang martial arts fists well, you can deal with her. It's just that your skills are not deep yet. But as long as you are bold and careful, you won't lose." Wherever you go, even if you are defeated by her, it doesn't matter. From now on, you can learn from others' strengths, make up for your own shortcomings, and spur yourself to work harder."

After listening to his master's advice, Leng Fengye felt confident, and he practiced with the stars as usual every day.

On this day, the sun had risen unknowingly over the top of the mountain. Leng Fengye was about to take a short rest when he suddenly saw a person walking out of the woods. He took a closer look and saw that it was the girl who forced him to get married.

I saw her, wearing a black dress today, with a light figure, adding a bit of charming charm.

At this moment, the girl's face was flushed and she came forward with a smile. She turned her bright eyes and opened her white teeth lightly and said:

"How's it going, brother Ye? It's been a hard time these thirty days, isn't it? What tricks did your master teach you?"

As soon as Leng Fengye saw the girl, he felt disgusted in his heart. He thought to himself that there is no shameless woman like you in the world. She had to force others to marry you, so he did not see her.

The girl glanced at him again and said:

"Hmph, don't think that your master just taught you a few tricks and you got angry and stiff. To tell you the truth, I won't be idle even if you practice. You won't be my opponent if you practice for another three years. Just tell me the truth. , have you thought about it, are you willing or unwilling?"

Leng Fengye turned pale with anger and glared angrily:

"How can I, an upright man, marry a lascivious girl like you?"

"Oh, you are quite angry. It seems that the last time I hit you, I hit you too lightly. Don't think that I am not worthy of mentioning because I am a woman. I was reluctant to hit you. You are a smart person, but you have to Know the good and the bad.”

As he spoke, the girl sighed and said:

"Oh, I've really seen it. Cats really don't eat fish when they see them. All the weird things in this world have happened to me. Feng Ye, as long as you promise me today, even if we are married for a day, I will I am satisfied.”

At this moment, the girl's eyes were gleaming with eyes, and her expression was tender and touching. This was something that most men could only dream of.

However, this Leng Fengye was not moved by his appearance at all. He shouted loudly and said:

"Don't waste your efforts on wishful thinking, just watch the boxing."

With that said, Leng Fengye stepped forward and was about to take action.