It is simply shocking that people can be possessed by martial arts moves alone. Nie Feng and the First Evil Emperor both say they are experts.
But from a logical point of view, each of the five disciples of Zen Master Xingyin has a secret five-shaped boxing book, so it is reasonable and reasonable for Zen Master Zhishan to allow Hong Xiguan to read it. After all, Southern Shaolin, which is committed to fighting against the Qing Dynasty, urgently needs to develop its strength, and whether the means are bright or not It is no longer considered.
Jiang Wen wondered, could it be that Hong Xiguan, a major disciple of the Southern Shaolin lay family, had read the secret five-shaped boxing manual and integrated it into the Hong family boxing, so it was passed to Wending by chance?
But we still don’t know which boxing manual is in Zen Master Zhishan’s hand, and whose hand is the most bizarre dragon-shaped boxing manual now...
"Master Jiang, be careful!"
Just when Jiang Wen was frowning in thought, Yan Yongchun suddenly issued a reminder and stepped forward to punch, revealing a section of his white arm. With a slight drink, she used her strength again, and Wing Chun's inch strength collided with Hong Wen-ding's tiger claw and crane peck.
After the blow, both of them retreated to the ground. Hung Man-ting got down on all fours and dived into the deep forest, but Yan Yongchun's hand was left with deep scratches - Yan Yongchun's injury turned out to be more serious.
Both of them thought that they could no longer continue the fight without mercy.
At this time, Hong Wending's secret Five-Shaped Fist has probably already taken root in him. Continuing to fight will only encourage it to take shape, until Wending completely becomes a martial arts lunatic with only an animal heart left...
"Miss Yan, there is no point in continuing to fight. I have a way to deal with it."
Jiang Wen pulled off his sleeves to bandage her wounds and stared warily at the swaying woods.
Hong Wending's martial arts talent was extremely outstanding, and this now turned into a weakness, causing the dragon-shaped fist to breed at a terrifying rate.
With Jiang Wen's martial arts, it was no problem to defeat Hong Wending, but it was unable to break his inner demon of the five-shaped fist, and instead easily pushed him into becoming a demon.
Since accepting his disciple, Jiang Wen has been careful not to teach him the gold martial arts because he is afraid that Wen Ding will fall into the intellectual barrier of martial arts. Wang Xizhi can easily become a poor imitator.
Jiang Wen thought it was easy to improve martial arts, but this kid had the appearance of a master who founded a sect, so how could he be so unlucky with a gold-medal thug?
"Miss Yan, please use the blocking method to hold down Wen Ding later, and I will find a way to bring him back to Qingming."
The future Grandmaster of Wing Chun also had an extremely tough mind and always treated people with an innocent heart. At this time, he had cleared away his prejudice against Jiang Wen, so he followed Jiang Wen's arrangements and stepped forward to meet the enemy without hesitation.
This time, Hong Wending's attack was even more fierce. His claws were caught in the bark of branches and trees, like a vicious tiger in the forest coming with a fishy wind, vowing to kill all uninvited guests who dared to step into the territory.
The destructive tiger claws poked out from the sky, Hong Wending's eyes were red, and the back of his body swayed like a dragon's bones. The overwhelming strength was conveyed to his fingertips, like a real colorful insect coming out of the mountain.
Facing Hong Wen Ting's purple and bloodshot face that became even more ferocious, even if the wind was about to hit his face, Yan Yong Chun still refused to retreat, bending his body slightly with a pair of pincers.
The movements of the arms are simple and profound. After rehearsing two movements in Wing Chun technique out of thin air, the practice becomes slower and slower, and gradually enters the sublime realm of "continuous force as if it is still, and the form is still and actually moving", which is obviously deepened in the crisis. Gained understanding of martial arts.
I saw that she was beating, teasing, sticking, and hitting in an orderly manner, with her waist, horse, heart, and mind integrated into one. This time, Wing Chun's little thoughts were swaying, avoiding the sharp edges, avoiding the scratches on her hands, and using exquisite moves to resolve them. The fierce tiger-shaped boxing technique entangled Wen Ding in place!
At this moment, the insane Wen Ding relied on instinct, and his hands turned into crane pecks and snake bites respectively, while Yan Yongchun's fists did not lose at all, and a fierce confrontation began on the spot. The two were fighting faster and faster, and they both vaguely incorporated the essence of "Japanese punching" to defend the center line...
At this moment, a melody actually floated out from the dense forest with jagged rocks and shadowy trees.
The two people in the midst of a fierce battle did not notice the sound mixed with the howling cold wind at first. However, as time passed, the two people who were fully focused on attacking each other were attracted by the sound.
What kind of melody is that?
Yan Yongchun's energy and blood were already boiling because of Hung Man-ting's fierce attack and seizing the opportunity, but he persisted with a sincere and pure warrior spirit, pushing himself to the limit.
But after hearing this melody clearly, she only felt that the syllables were so soft, like a person leaning against a tree and sighing softly, or like the morning dew moistening the petals, and the morning breeze blowing gently on the willow tops, making her mood gradually calmer and quieter, and the chaotic and turbulent inner world gradually became calmer and quieter. Breathing also returned to gentleness.
Listening slowly and further, the high-pitched and sweet voice is like the cry of an oriole in an empty valley, and the notes are like a clear spring slowly flowing through the body, and then gently injected into the limbs. Even the stinging and bleeding arm injuries are no longer unbearable.
Slowly, in her quick and concise Wing Chun movements, she gradually gained the secret strength of unloading force and ironing, which was a sign that the yang pole gave birth to yin, and the extreme hardness gave birth to softness.
At this time, the two of them were still fighting like lightning, but their whole bodies were light and airy, as if there was no place to focus on them. They seemed to be floating on the clouds, standing on the cotton-like white clouds. Yan Yongchun thought of the gentle rain in the Zen hall in Mount Emei, and the Buddhist temples. Singing ethereal, even Hong Wending, whose eyes were red, held back his breath and listened to the sounds of nature...
After a long time, the sweet oriole's call became lower and lower, and finally became inaudible. Yan Yongchun saw Jiang Wen walking out from behind the trees, with a fresh and soft bamboo leaf in his mouth. Sweating slightly.
"This "Pure Heart Universal Good Mantra" can harmonize the inner breath and suppress the inner demons. It is like the blending of heaven, earth and people, making people naturally enter a pure and ethereal realm."
Jiang Wen said with a hint of pride, "It's not in vain that I expended my inner energy to use sound power. It seems that this method is still effective for Wen Ding..."
Yan Yongchun was full of admiration, and his impression of Jiang Wen was once again heightened.
She withdrew her hands that were already numb from pain, only to find that Wen Ding's face in front of her was still covered with purple threads, and his teeth were clenched. Although he no longer attacked violently, he had entered a dangerous state of fighting with his inner demons.
"Headmaster Jiang, Wen Ding seems to have not fully recovered. Is there any other way you can help him?"
Just like Ren Yingying can use music to appease Linghu Chong, but she can't cure his alien energy.
At this time, the song "Universal Kindness Purifying Mantra" suppressed the inner demons caused by the mind-stealing poisonous gas and calmed the disordered inner breath. However, the secret five-shaped fist in Hong Wending's body was still proliferating. As long as the demonic barrier was present, If the sun does not clear up, Wen Ding will still be controlled by this evil martial arts.
Is it possible that Jiang Wen is asked to use Buddhism's "trigger warning" and rely on physical methods to solve the problem?
While Jiang Wen was preparing to find a handy stick, he said in embarrassment: "Miss Yan, did the Five Masters tell me how to fight against Southern Shaolin's Five Form Fist?"
Yan Yongchun tried his best to recall what his master said, and replied ambiguously: "Master seems to have mentioned that only her mentor's 'Four Noble Divine Skills' can be suppressed by relying on the advanced state of Zen skills..."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Wen's eyes suddenly lit up.
The reason why the secret five-shaped boxing was so harmful at this time was that Wen Ding had a superhuman understanding of martial arts and could not stop thinking about this martial arts.
But there are advantages and disadvantages, and Hong Wending's understanding can also be used reasonably.
If, as Yan Wing Chun said, we can overcome the secret five-shaped boxing with a higher level of martial arts, then we can let the secular return to the secular and the divine return to God, and save Wen Ting from a dangerous state. Already?
Jiang Wen touched a hard object on his waist and showed a confident smile - when it comes to the profoundness of the realm, what else is more suitable for the present moment than "rejecting wisdom and abandoning sage" and "excellence without craftsmanship"?
"Clang."
The sound of heavy objects falling sounded, and Yan Yongchun looked into his eyes in disbelief, wondering why Jiang Wen was carrying a rusty hatchet with him.
Jiang Wen touched his nose in embarrassment: "I've been used to seeing things since I was a fairy, so I accidentally brought the hatchet with me just now."
Hong Wending also heard the sound of heavy objects falling, and a glimmer of clarity suddenly flashed through his cloudy red eyes. Jiang Wen casually struck the tree trunk with the palm of his sword, making a thumping sound. Wen Ding's trembling and struggling hands alternated between relaxing and clenching, and his legs slowly began to move.
Not long after, under Yan Wing Chun's doubtful expression, Hong Wen Ting slowly picked up the rusty hatchet on the ground, and in the deserted dense forest, began to chop down the tree using eighteen different techniques...
