A competition between the second generation?
Ling Zhen was a little confused by this statement, so he raised his eyebrows and said "Ah".
Then he turned his head and looked at the young man in white, about thirty years old, standing aside.
Ling Zhen knew very well who the man in the painting really was with this outstanding appearance.
The east is white.
The son and only son of Dongfang Xiuwu, the master of Jingshan Mountain, Shi Po.
Ling Pu, the owner of the Shenshan Villa, Ling Zhen’s father, has mentioned to his beloved son many times that the son of the owner of the Dongfang Mountain is such an amazing martial arts wizard, unparalleled in history and difficult to find for thousands of years.
All kinds of praises are pouring out, as if they want to repeat all the compliments before they give up!
Therefore, Ling Zhen is relatively unfamiliar with Dongfang Nalan, the daughter of the Dongfang family, but she is not unfamiliar at all with Dongfang Jibai. Although she has never met him, she is already familiar with her. Meeting the real person today feels like she has not seen him for many years. Like an old friend.
Ling Zhen's heart was filled with emotions and he said, "Uncle Dongfang, do you mean you want me to have a fight with your young master?"
Dongfang Xiuwu, who was dressed in a snow-colored robe, had a very heroic temperament and was a straightforward, happy-go-lucky person. He immediately nodded without hesitation and said, "That's right! To be honest with my nephew Ling, my father and I discussed this matter as early as half a year ago. We had already discussed it before, but at that time you were still in seclusion in Guixu, and your father had to wait until you were released from seclusion in half a year before going to school. The agreed date has arrived, and my son and I made a special trip. I came to Jinxiu Dynasty just to visit Master Ling, and to meet my good nephew!"
Ling Zhen responded respectfully with a few laughs as a courtesy.
Dongfang Xiuwu patted the shoulder of the young man in white next to him. He was confident and said loudly: "This is my son Dongfang Jibai. At the age of thirty, he will be the master of the mountain in the future, haha! Come, Jibai, say hello to the noble son of Lord Ling."
The man in white, whose surname was Dongfang and whose first name was Bai, immediately clasped his fists in salute, bowed his body and said to Ling Zhen, who was in tattered clothes: "I have met Mr. Ling, and I have admired his name for a long time."
Ling Zhen nodded in response and also bowed: "Young Master Dongfang is famous and I have been fascinated by him for a long time."
Regarding the past events between his father's generation, Ling Zhen actually didn't know much. All he knew was that Dongfang Xiuwu fought with his father Ling Pu. The reason was unknown. The result was that Uncle Dongfang lost half a punch, and that was it. Giving up the title of "Human Martial God".
After all these years, I still haven't been able to take back this title. Most likely, it's not that I can't, but that I don't want to or don't want to.
The Master of Dongfang Mountain is famous for his study of pure martial arts. For such a legendary figure who has a pure heart and a desire for martial arts, it actually doesn't matter whether he is a martial artist or not.
Even if we really take back the word "God of War" from Master Ling, what will happen?
Can I get more meat, or can my cultivation base be improved by one level? Obviously not, that means there is really no need to worry about it like this.
It is precisely because in these years, Dongfang Xiuwu has never been grudged about the loss of boxing that year. Therefore, Ling Zhen felt that his uncle, whose surname was Dongfang, would never be the same again in his life. At least he would definitely be with him. It doesn't matter anymore.
Who would have thought that something like this would happen today. The fathers and mothers agreed in letters that the sons of the two parties would have a fight. It was a kind of competition between the second generation and the second generation.
What does this mean? Is it possible that Uncle Dongfang still remembers the shame of losing half a punch in the past and wants his son Dongfang Jibai to help him earn back his face?
Or was it just for the sake of friendly communication between the two family heads, for the purpose of making acquaintances, and using martial arts to make friends, that such a martial arts competition between son and son was agreed upon?
Then why didn't his father mention this matter to him?
Ling Zhen was very confused, but after all, he was quick in thinking and suddenly figured out something.
Since my father knew about such an agreement, why did he readily agree to lead his troops south to wipe out the White Bone Sword Sect? Aren't he afraid that his trip would be delayed and he would not be able to see Uncle Dongfang's family?
Ling Zhen suddenly realized that there was only one reason that could be explained, but it was his father Ling Pu. He didn't want to stay in the villa at all, and he didn't want to let his fight with the martial arts giant Dongfang Ji be in vain.
And because it happened that he wanted to go south to Baigutan, his father borrowed the donkey from Slope and took advantage of the situation to let him, the only son of the Ling family, travel far away. As a result, he missed the Dongfang family and couldn't fight!
Thinking about it more carefully, even if I don't want to lead troops to exterminate demons, my father might use other reasons to leave Shenshan Villa. As long as I don't stay in the village, everything will be fine and nothing will happen... …
When he thought about this episode, Ling Zhen felt a little uncomfortable and felt unbearable.
Seeing that his nephew's expression was complicated and his state was a bit wrong, Master Dongfangshan, who had good experience in observing people's emotions, thought for a moment and said cheerfully: "Today is really an unlucky thing. I originally met my nephew Ling Xian who I miss so much here. When I saw him, Really handsome! When the juniors of the two families met, it was considered acquaintance from now on, and it was a well-earned agreement... It’s just that the nephew had just experienced a battle in which an assassin was killed, and his energy was somewhat depleted. He thought it was not suitable for him to take action again. Alas, In this case, let’s put off the martial arts competition until next time. When I have time next time, it won’t be too late for me to bring Jibai to visit!”
Ling Zhen smiled faintly, with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth, and said: "Well, thank you uncle for your understanding. My father must be in the villa right now. My uncle can go and reminisce with him. As for me, the younger generation, there are quite a lot of people. I have to be busy with important things, so I won’t spend much time with my uncle.”
After clasping fists and saluting, both parties said goodbye and turned their backs to school.
Dongfang Xiuwu and his family of three are heading north.
Ling Zhen and her eighth sister, Ling Xiaoxiao, headed south.
The pace was slow, and there was no rush.
As Ling Zhen walked, an inexplicable fighting spirit surged in his heart, making his mood extremely exciting and his muscles shaking spontaneously.
This feeling rarely occurs before, but once it occurs, if you don't get into a fight with someone, you will be unbearably irritable and extremely depressed!
Ling Zhen's biological father, Ling Pu, was an invincible enemy on the battlefield. He was always unyielding in his enemies and never gave in. He became famous as the "Splendid God of War" with every punch and kick. No. 1, ranked at the highest level of the human race's fists and kicks, and the strongest among the strong.
As the only son of Master Ling, Ling Zhen undoubtedly inherited the blood and courage from his father. Dragons and dragons gave birth to phoenixes. How could the son of the God of War be timid?
This may be the so-called "bloodline" here.
The green robe on his body was full of cuts and bruises caused by sword energy. It didn't look very refined and elegant, and he looked a little embarrassed. But Ling Zhen actually knew very well that no matter how ugly the clothes were, it wouldn't be a big problem.
If I had chosen to run away so cowardly today, refused to start a fight with the "second generation" across from me, and walked away, then I would really have lost my face and my surname was Ling, and I would have been humiliated to my grandma's house!
"Sister Xiaoxiao, your Dongfang Jibai, is his demeanor, figure, and facial features much better than mine?"
Ling Zhen spoke in a low voice and asked the girl in white beside him as he walked.
Ling Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, nodded, and agreed with the method with a simple "hmm".
Ling Zhen smiled and said, "So, do you still remember what I said at the wine stall?"
Ling Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, turned around and said "Ah".
"Then beat him until his appearance is disfigured!"
After saying this, the young man's eyes were firm and he stopped resolutely, no longer walking south.
Instead, he chose to turn around and run north.
Soon Ling Zhen caught up with the Dongfang family who had not gone far, and expressed his feelings to his uncle. Even though he had experienced a war, his current condition was no longer hindered, so he could let go and fight again.
My uncle traveled thousands of miles to reach the borders of the Splendid Kingdom, so he couldn’t let you miss him, right?
Since it was such a coincidence that we met in Hongfen Town, it would be better to choose a different day and fulfill the agreement for my father. Let's end the "second generation competition" here!
The owner of the mountain, Dongfang Xiuwu, was overjoyed and praised Ling Zhen Yitong repeatedly. After the praise, his son Dongfang Jibai stepped forward to fight.
The sons of the Ling family and the Dongfang family had their first fight in their lives on the acrobatic stage in the town market.
Ling Zhen and Dongfang Jibai.
The two sides only competed on their internal energy and actual combat skills of fist and kick.
After three hundred rounds of heroic fighting, Crown Prince Shenyuan suffered a disastrous defeat!
He was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand up.
If it weren't for the Qinglong Qi of the healing sacred object, Ling Zhen would have been beaten to death by the opponent's heavy punches and legs on the spot.
Wearing white clothes, he is still standing, otherwise he is like a beautiful jade statue with no trace of dust.
The green robe is in ruins, the face is on the ground, and the head is disgraced, nothing better than this!
Regardless of appearance, temperament, or fighting skills, Ling Zhen was completely defeated and had nothing to say.
Seeing his junior being so frustrated and beaten like this by his own son, Dongfang Xiuwu, who was horrified, hurried to the table.
Just as he was about to use his life energy to heal Ling Zhen's injuries, suddenly, the young master of Shenshan Villa got up from the ground.
After Ling Zhen stood up, there was no trace of defeat on his face. With a smile, he quickly patted his sleeves a few times, dusted off the dust, and said to Dongfang Jibai, who was wearing snow-colored white clothes: "Brother Dongfang's boxing technique Extraordinary, my skills are inferior to those of others, I will be convinced if I lose!"
Seeing that Ling Zhen was not seriously injured, Dongfang Xiuwu breathed a sigh of relief and accused his son in a serious tone: "Ji Bai, what you did is not too light or too serious. It's just a place to make friends with martial arts, why do you do this?" Heavy hands?!”
Dongfang Jibai, the young master in white clothes who won the martial arts competition, bowed down and admitted his mistake seriously and respectfully: "My child's attack was out of proportion. Please punish me father."
Dongfang Xiuwu was about to continue scolding him, but unexpectedly, Ling Zhen, who had clearly been beaten severely, said straightforwardly: "It's okay, uncle, you see, I don't have any big problems, it's just because I'm still far from home in cultivation. That’s why Takako was beaten into such a virtuous state.”
Ling Zhen then turned to look at Dongfang Jibai, looked up slightly at the white clothes, narrowed his eyes, and said with a grin: "Brother Dongfang, why don't we make a date for a duel?"
Dongfang Jibai nodded and said with a smile: "But, I wonder when Mr. Ling wants to decide?"
Ling Zhen remembered that day at Qingling Temple in Qingling Mountain, his uncle Zhe Liu made a "five-year agreement" with Sword Saint Guan Bi. Judging from the outcome and process of the battle just now, he was afraid that after just five years Time cannot completely close the gap with it.
Five years is not enough, so let’s make it longer.
"ten years!"
Ling Zhenzhen said loudly, "Brother Dongfang, ten years from now, how about we have another fight?"
Dongfang Jibai was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then smiled, nodded, and said loudly: "Okay, ten years will be ten years."
"That's settled. I hope Brother Dongfang can continue to sharpen his martial arts diligently in the next ten years and try not to be overtaken by me."
Ling Zhen smiled magnanimously, "Of course, I will also practice with all my strength, and strive to get back the face I lost due to today's defeat, and preferably earn some interest."
Dongfang Jibai clasped his fists and responded: "I can't ask for anything, I have great expectations."
The competition was over, the ten-year agreement was agreed upon, and after a few brief words, the three members of the Dongfang family left.
This time they left no longer slowly. Dongfang Xiuwu pulled a pair of children, Dongfang Jibai and Dongfang Nalan, and the three of them turned into snow-white rainbow light.
Gone by in a flash, as fast as lightning!
When the Dongfang family completely disappeared, Ling Zhen, who was defeated by Dongfang Jibai in 300 rounds, could no longer hold up his energy and energy. His legs weakened and he fell to the ground again due to serious injuries.
He fell down and then slowly sat up, crossed his knees on the stage, breathed out slowly, and circulated his internal energy to heal his injuries.
Ling Xiaoxiao also sat down and watched Wuzi using his kung fu to heal her ninth brother. The girl-like girl sighed and said helplessly: "Brother, why are you doing this? As long as you left just now, nothing will happen. All gone? Why should I suffer such a beating in vain?"
Ling Zhen kept sitting cross-legged with his hands on his knees. He suddenly spoke and said very calmly: "The beatings are not in vain. Your brother and I have gained three benefits through these three hundred rounds."
"Three benefits? What benefits?"
Ling Xiaoxiao asked very curiously.
Ling Zhen, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, explained calmly: "On the 100th round, during the fight, I have seen their sect's top martial arts 'Kaishan Fist'. Next time I fight with others, I will It can be brought out; after two hundred rounds, I secretly analyzed and gradually figured out how Dongfang Jibai's true energy works. Like me, he also has five spiritual roots and possesses the five elements of true energy of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. , but that guy’s ability to control earth-attributed energy is much stronger than mine, which is worth learning.”
"At the 300th round, I suffered some injuries. I knew I would definitely lose today, so I simply let go of my hands and feet, choosing to only attack rather than defend, and fight with passion, letting Dongfang Jibai use his fists and kicks. Come and help me sharpen my body and strengthen my physical foundation. Anyway, with the Qinglong Qi protecting me, there will definitely not be any excessive damage... Of course, in the end, I still underestimated the guy with the surname Dongfang. Hehe, this fist, It’s too heavy!”
The girl in white who was sitting next to him was dumbfounded. Ling Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, looked at her brother in disbelief, and said with emotion: "I thought you were just trying to be strong, and you were beaten hard by someone else. It’s just a moment. I can’t believe, brother, you have gained so much in these three hundred rounds, it’s quite worth it..."
"It's worth a damn!"
Ling Zhen sighed softly, "No matter how much I gain, I still won't lose in the end? Or won't I be beaten so hard that I can't even get up? After the Dongfang family goes to Shenshan Villa, they will definitely tell my dad that they are the only ones in Hongfen The town has already seen me, and the battle between the two generations has been fought. As for me, I lost completely. Alas!"
Seeing his brother sighing, Ling Xiaoxiao thought for a while and tried his best to comfort him: "It's okay, brother, there is still a chance to get back. Didn't you decide to fight again in ten years? Then take advantage of these few years to practice hard. When the time comes, try to beat Dongfang Jibai until he can’t get up.”
Ling Zhen, who had almost reached the basic level of movement, slowly calmed down, but the expression on his face was quite bitter. He said helplessly: "Ten years... it's been a long time. Who knows what will happen in this year? I don't have any confidence either." I guarantee that it will take ten years to surpass the past. Really, your brother and I have always prided ourselves on excellence, but after today’s defeat, we will know that there is someone better, Wai Ying.”
Ling Xiaoxiao stretched out her hands, touched her younger brother's shoulder, and said with a sweet voice, "Realize your own shortcomings and understand that there are people in this world who are more talented than yourself. This is a good thing! At least you don't I will no longer hinder my progress in cultivation because of my blind arrogance."
Ling Zhen was silent, seeming to be deep in thought.
Ling Xiaoxiao continued: "Besides, you should be more open-minded. The man named Dongfang is already in his thirties, and you are only twenty, which is ten years behind you! Even if you have the same endowment, he is still older than you. You have practiced for ten more years, so it is normal for me to be stronger than you."
Ling Zhen shook his head, "It's not just a matter of cultivation base and internal energy. In the battle just now, you were a bystander and mesmerized, but I, the authority, clearly understood how terrifying that guy was. Shown in actual combat..."
"What?"
As Ling Zhen paused in speaking, Ling Xiaoxiao, whose curiosity was aroused, couldn't help but ask.
After a pause, Ling Zhen found that he couldn't find a word to describe it, so he could only say simply: "Charming, just charming."
Ling Xiaoxiao didn't quite understand, "Charming? You mean, he is very charming?"
Ling Zhen nodded and said in approval: "Yes, he is so attractive. Putting aside his appearance and demeanor, the charm he exudes when he fights with others is really swaying. I feel that when fighting with this kind of person, losing is normal, but winning is extremely abnormal!"
Ling Xiaoxiao tried to think about it, but found that she couldn't figure it out, so she said honestly: "I don't understand."
Ling Zhen laughed, "If you don't understand, don't understand. In fact, I'm a little confused. I can't figure out how there is someone like him in this world. Romance and invincibility are a perfect combination. Even his name is so... so wonderful. Alas! The sun rises in the east, and the sky becomes white. Tsk, this name is really well chosen. It sounds much better than my ordinary name with the word 'zhen'."
