Ma Yunteng felt that there was a trap in Xiao Feng's words, but in full view of everyone, he had to pick up the fight, so he took precautions and said, "I would like to hear the details."
Xiao Feng pointed at Ma Yunteng's fierce disciples who were gnashing their teeth and said: "The Qing Xiu Sect should focus on cultivating the mind. A calm mind means a peaceful mind, and a calm mind like autumn water and winter ice. Look at your disciples, gnashing their teeth when they disagree with each other. , rolling up your sleeves and making fists, how can you look like a pure cultivator? From these disciples, I know that you are not very good at being a temple master, and your own cultivation is not good enough. The immortal masters are naturally disappointed when they see you, how can you still do it? What kind of teachings are you teaching?”
This directly means that he is not qualified to be the master of Baiyun Temple, let alone a real person. Ma Yunteng was furious, but he didn't dare to show it. Because the angrier he gets, the more it proves that Xiao Feng is right. As a master of Qing Dynasty, how would he behave if he got angry easily?
Keren's emotions can't be concealed at all. His red eyes, suffocated neck, trembling fingers, and trembling beard all gave him away.
Jiajing saw this scene through the gap and felt that Ma Yunteng had lost the people of the Qingxiu Sect, and indirectly the entire Taoist sect. He snorted dissatisfiedly: "Ma Yunteng has been busy managing Baiyun Temple these years, which has delayed his cultivation. It is also a good thing to let someone else take charge and let him retreat and concentrate on cultivating."
After Huang Jin came out to deliver the order, Ma Yunteng was dejected, thanked him and left. Although the name of the real person was saved, the throne of the temple leader was lost, and naturally all his disciples were disgraced. Those who could be brought here to observe rituals and discuss Taoism were all his direct disciples and disciples, so they naturally shared the same spirit with him.
The only one who was not one of them was Ma Hualong, the master of the second temple. He was simply ecstatic at this time.
As soon as Ma Yunteng retreated, the real management power fell into Ma Hualong's hands. As the No. 1 Qing Xiu Temple in the world, the management right of Baiyun Temple is a joke? Being famous is beneficial!
Ma Hualong tried his best to conceal his ecstasy, and could not help but peek at Xiao Feng affectionately. This young man is really awesome. He did something that he couldn't do even after ten years of thinking about it, and he did it in just a few words!
Baiyunguan's unlucky start put a lot of pressure on Wudang Mountain, which was ranked second. They originally thought that Xiao Feng could only measure calligraphy, but they didn't expect that he was also so good at Ji Feng, which the Qing Xiu Sect was good at. Could this person be so secretive?
Wudang leader Gu Xuzi is indeed a little weak. He was confident, because he had practiced martial arts for many years, and he could tell at a glance that although Xiao Feng had a tall and strong figure, he probably had no internal strength. Even if his external martial arts were good, he would not be afraid. But at this moment, I felt that Xiao Feng was a little unpredictable. What if I made a mistake?
He quickly asked Zhang Wuxin, the second disciple who was following him: "Wuxin, look at this Xiao Feng, does he have any skills?"
Zhang Wuxin is twenty-two years old and has been in the martial arts for ten years. He is a famous martial arts fanatic in Wudang Mountain. His kung fu is already much higher than that of his master Gu Xuzi. He glanced at Xiao Feng and said in a voice as calm as boiled water: "Flexible and strong, but no internal strength."
Gu Xuzi breathed a sigh of relief. Since Zhang Wuxin said so, there would be nothing wrong.
However, just in case, he still stood up and said with a smile: "Zhenren Wenxuan, you focus on literature. Originally, I used martial arts to practice Taoism in Wudang Mountain. It seems that I am taking advantage of you in a martial arts competition, so I shouldn't take action. But even on the discussion Dao, naturally you should show the greatest sincerity of each faction. How about this, poor Taoist old man, and you are so young, let the poor Taoist disciples ask you for advice, and then stop there, how about it? "
The onlookers who didn't know the details naturally felt that what Gu Xuzi said was very appropriate. He seemed to be in his seventies and eighties, so it would not look good to start a fight with Xiao Feng, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.
But those Taoists who knew the details secretly cursed Gu Xuzi as an old fox, much more cunning than the master of Baiyun Temple. He asked his apprentice to take action, firstly, to exaggerate his status, and secondly, to leave some room for him. Even if the apprentice loses, because he did not take action, it does not mean that Wudang Mountain loses. This is much better than Ma Yunteng running naked as soon as he comes up.
Moreover, everyone in the Taoist sect knew that Zhang Wuxin was a martial arts idiot. Although he was a disciple, he was the number one martial artist on Wudang Mountain. The most powerful ones are sent out, and they have to be good at cheap prices. This is clearly bullying Xiao Feng who entered the industry late and is not well-informed.
Zhang Wuxin's hands and heart were itching for a long time. When he heard about the martial arts competition, he was more excited than anything else. Seeing Xiao Feng sitting still, he knew that as a junior, he should take the initiative. He immediately jumped up and bowed to Xiao Feng: "Master Wenxuan, please give me some advice. You can choose fists, kicks, weapons, hidden weapons, and Qinggong."
Xiao Feng sat as straight as a mountain, his face as calm as water, but his heart was terribly panicked. Damn it, all kinds of knowledge are taken advantage of by time-travelers, but only in martial arts, I am at a disadvantage. He had seen Xiao Wannian practicing swordsmanship, and he had also seen Yu Dayou jump over a wall. Although it was not as exaggerated as in the novel, it was definitely not what later generations would call frivolous.
Modern fighting techniques focus on actual combat, so it is no problem to deal with rogues like Zhao Er, but against Zhang Wuxin, a martial arts idiot who has practiced martial arts since childhood, he will definitely only get beaten.
I originally thought that the leader of Wudang must be seventy or eighty years old. No matter how many years he has practiced martial arts, it is still true that boxing is afraid of young people. From a scientific point of view, if a tall and strong young man beats an old man who has practiced kung fu but is already old, if he is not a sure winner, at least he can get a draw.
Unexpectedly, the old guy didn't respect martial ethics, so he didn't end up at all. He got an equally strong apprentice to crush him. This is nonsense and basically unsolvable.
Zhang Wuxin maintained his saluting posture and looked at Xiao Feng with bright eyes. Xiao Feng had been sitting for a long time, which was a bit suspicious. The onlookers initially thought that Xiao Feng was pretending to be a superior person and did not bother to respond immediately, but gradually they began to whisper.
"Why is Master Wenxuan still not moving? Is this humiliating Wudang Mountain?"
"It must be that Master Wenxuan thinks that he can't win against a junior, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense. It is said that Zhang Wuxin is the number one martial artist in Wudang Mountain. Is Master Wenxuan scared?"
"Does Master Wenxuan know martial arts? He is Master Wenxuan, not a martial artist!"
"Zhenren Wenxuan once knocked down the famous rogue Zhao Er in the capital with one move! He must be good at kung fu, right?"
In the midst of the discussion, Jiajing sighed softly: "I grant the title of Master Xiao Feng Wenxuan. He is a talented scholar. He has any martial arts skills. He has already won one round. This round is nothing if not a competition." Huang Jin nodded in agreement and teased him. Cai Zhan is here, ready to go out and announce the decree.
At this moment, a deep voice sounded: "I, Yu Dayou, would like to fight for Master Wenxuan."
Everyone was shocked and turned to look at Yu Dayou. Wearing the black tights of a knight-errant, he walked out of the crowd and stood in the center of the hall. He was tall and strong, with long arms, legs and face. Where he stood, he stood tall and graceful, with an extraordinary bearing.
Zhang Wuxin's eyes lit up instantly. He had no opponent on Wudang Mountain for a long time. At this moment, he knew that this was a master when he saw him, and he couldn't wait to start fighting right away. But Gu Xuzi was anxious: "Sir, this is my sect's discussion, how can outsiders take over at will?"
Everyone kept saying yes, and Ma Yunteng, who was already heartbroken, instantly came to life and started shouting.
Xiao Feng's mind was racing, and he was thinking about how to smooth things over, but Yu Dayou was already prepared and said loudly: "I am the eldest disciple of Master Wenxuan. Why, if you can let your apprentice go into battle, can't my master do the same?"
Before everyone in the Taoist sect could react, the common people started shouting first. They just want to watch a hearty fight, and it doesn't matter whether their identities match or not. It used to be boring to listen to the sermons before, but now we finally have masters fighting, how can we allow others to obstruct it?
"You send your apprentices to fight, and others also send their apprentices to fight. What's the problem?"
"That's right, don't we forget what we said? Are all the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain like this?"
"If you don't dare to compete, just shrink back and go back to Wudang Mountain! Why come all the way to discuss it?"
"Originally, your martial arts sect took advantage of Master Wenxuan's martial arts competition. Now that his disciples are fighting, what's the problem? Tell me?!"
Huang Jin glanced at Jiajing, who raised a smile on his lips and shook his head gently. Huang Jin put down the color barrier and stood aside with his head lowered, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at Lu Bing.
Lu Bing looked at his nose and nose, but he didn't seem to hear what was going on outside.
An Sizheng of the Daolu Division stood up and called for justice: "According to the rules, the disciples of both sides fight on behalf of the master, there is no problem."
This was considered an official statement, so everyone could say nothing more and gradually became quiet. There were only two people left in the middle of the hall, one black and one white, standing face to face, on the verge of breaking out.
