The first thing Zhao Ziyang did when he left the palace was to call Yun Zhong who was waiting outside the palace, patted the latter on the shoulder, and said angrily, "Let's find a boundary and start a fight. Don't use that." With Lao Shizi sword energy, I didn’t use Xiaoshenglian’s footwork, I fought fist to fist, palm to palm, whoever lost, who won, old grudges were wiped away, what do you think?”
Yun Zhong was having nothing to do outside the hall. Hearing these words, he felt a little confused. He frowned and asked, "I've already been beaten. Since we are fellow seniors, how can I, a junior brother, take action at will? If the master pursues me, how can I do it?" You will be punished when you enter the school, and it will not sound good after all."
It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. This is an old saying. Its origin can be traced back to ancient history. Even though Yun Zhong has little knowledge, he has heard this saying several times in school, so he naturally knows the profound meaning.
What's more, the young man has a temperament that doesn't hold grudges. Although he was resentful about Zhao Ziyang's sneak attack and interception on the mountain road, considering that Zhao Ziyang had no weapons at hand and only held a brick, the anger quickly disappeared.
"You're giving in without fighting? Why are you so brave to go into the mountain? Why don't you just go down the mountain and find some way to make a living." Zhao Ziyang is still wearing the same tattered clothes, and there are stains of blood all over his body, which can be seen everywhere, and it must be attributed to Yun Yun Zhong Jianqi was hurt, but his words at this moment were extremely arrogant. He glanced sideways at Yun Zhong on the steps beside him, with disdain on his face.
Yun Zhong ignored it and turned around to step into the main hall, but he couldn't take the first two steps when Zhao Ziyang's contemptuous words came from behind him, "I'm going to find the master if I'm tired. When you were young, you couldn't beat the older children in the village. Is that possible?" Do you want to go home crying to find your mother?"
Yun Zhong still ignored it and walked straight to the side door of the main hall. He untied the long sword from his waist and stood at the threshold. However, he did not step into the hall. Instead, he turned back to Zhao Ziyang and spoke softly.
"If you really want to fight, just pick a place quickly. Also, wearing such tattered clothes and making noisy noises all day long, you look more and more like an old mountain chicken."
Zhao Ziyang's face darkened.
Although this boy was young, he seemed to be more knowledgeable than him with his talkative skills. He immediately refused to waste words and walked down the steps of the main hall alone, heading towards a long alley not far away.
There are a lot of houses in Nangong Mountain, and there are no less than four or five-storey buildings. They were built and built according to the height of the mountain. There are steep cliffs on both sides of the steps. Apart from the clouds and mist, there is nothing else. , it can be regarded as a strange risk. There are many houses, and there are many deep alleys between the two houses. The narrowest place is only wide enough for one person. If you straighten half of your arms, you can touch both sides of the alley with your shoulders and elbows. It is extremely narrow.
"Fist palms are short-sighted in terms of skill, and even if I wanted to use Xiaosheng Lotus Step here, I would have to block the direction with solid walls on both sides, leaving no room for me to move around. I wonder, junior brother, do you think this fist fight is fair? "The two of them entered the alley, and when they were ten feet apart, Zhao Ziyang turned around, gently folded his arms and stretched them out, spread his palms, twisted his elbows, rushed forward with the backs of his hands, and said with a smile.
Although Yun Zhong was not good at fists and kicks, he could always learn a few moves when he followed Wu Shuang in the rivers and lakes. Just now, he was angry and agreed to the gambling fight. It was not just a moment of anger. He clenched his fists and put his feet against the wall. The same thing Laughter, "Not bad."
"After all, you are young and have a lot of anger. How much effort can you put into this? The old three and the young are fighting again." Above the main hall, Wu Shuang smiled bitterly. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, frowning even more tightly. , "There is still Shuoshu wine in this wine cup. If another wine is mixed in, the taste of both wines will be ruined. I have told you this taboo several times, but why don't you listen."
"Disciple, I know I was wrong." Liu Qing then realized that the wine cup he had poured into Shuoshu had not been rinsed with water. It was probably because he was too frightened after hearing the letter from Bei Yanze that he had forgotten even such small things. , and quickly bowed to his master to accuse him.
Wu Shuang waved his hand without getting angry, and said slowly: "Boss, you usually have a stable and unruffled character. Compared with the second brother's careless character of seeking good luck and avoiding misfortune, I am very relieved. But today you are... I feel uneasy, and I have probably figured out some of the hidden meaning in that letter, but so what?"
"There is a big one holding up the sky when it falls. There may be a shortage of famous people singing old operas in the world, but there is no shortage of Taoist talents. If you pay a little attention, you can always survive this hurdle. Although it is dangerous, it depends on you. What's the matter, Liu Qing? If you mess up your mood and put off your practice again and again, until those big ones can't hold it anymore, can you really stand up? Although the second brother is not as good as you, he still has some merits, and is more like him. Learn and don’t tighten it too much.”
"Let's go, let's go out and watch the fist fight between the old and the young." Wu Shuang patted the scholar's shoulder and laughed subconsciously, "It's so fast. The last time I patted your shoulder, you weren't this high. Why are you so high now?" You have to stand on tiptoe a little, it’s bad luck.”
Go straight out the door.
Only the very tall scholar was left, with his eyes lowered. After a long time, he stepped out.
In the narrow alley, fists and feet were already fighting.
The ragged man in ragged clothes had a palm like a bow and a knife, and he pressed forward with force, but it was just a feint. He let the young man in white parry, raised his left fist from bottom to top, stretched out his back, and rushed towards the latter. Go away with your jaw. If this punch is hit hard, ordinary people would say that they have to hold their breath for a while, and they will no longer be able to parry. Fortunately, Yun Zhong has been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, and he can probably spot this false move, raise one knee slightly, and use all the strength from the tip of his fist. Remove it with your feet and knees.
However, Yun Zhong's knees also felt sore and numb, and his brows became more solemn. Zhao Ziyang fought hundreds of battles in the White Tiger Gang. Apart from a piece of brick, Zhao Ziyang only relied on his fists and feet. The tips of his fists had already developed several layers of calluses that had faded and re-knitted, and his fist strength was It was extremely fierce. Yun Zhong's physique was not that of an inferior, and it was difficult to block all the force of this fist for a while.
When the move failed, Zhao Ziyang attacked again, just shrinking back, and then suddenly took two steps to get close to him. Instead of using his fists and feet to use his strength, he concentrated all his strength on his elbows and smashed straight towards Yun Zhong's face.
In the narrow alley, short fists were dominant, but Yun Zhong mostly practiced swordsmanship. The principles of swordsmanship and long fists were interlinked with each other, so he was more familiar with long fists. In response to Zhao Ziyang's move, the young man had to take two steps back in a hurry to get out of the way of Xie Feng. He pushed his elbows and stepped back one after another, but it was still difficult to get rid of the ragged young man in front of him, but his momentum was like a tiger escaping from its cage.
The punches and elbows are like maggots attached to the bones, following him like a shadow, and the moves are also vicious. It is a desperate method of exchanging injuries for injuries. Yun Zhong is immediately overwhelmed.
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and there were solid walls on both sides of the narrow alley, but many white marks were made from the palm of the fist. In one alley, it was like wind and sand suddenly rising.
In an instant, Yun Zhong was only five steps away from the end of the alley behind him.
The one who steps out of the alley is the loser. This is the rule of boxing in the alley. In front of him, Zhao Ziyang naturally has the upper hand. He is unreasonable and unforgiving. His fists and elbows are like mountains, covering the people in front of him.
It is also difficult to advance or retreat.
