Chapter 363: Meeting at the martial arts school (10)

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On the square platform, there is one that attracts away spirits, and the other with powerful claws.

Feng Cong attacked, but Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't resist his quick hands and was slapped in the face.

When Jiang Xiaoyu attacked, Feng Cong used his fists to catch him with more than thirty claws. His fists were numb from the punches and the blood flow was blocked.

Both of them are stronger in offense than defense, and whoever is the main attacker will have the upper hand.

Feng Cong, who was in the martial arts school circle, took six or seven steps back, stopped and shouted seriously: "I lost."

Seeing that Jiang Xiaoyu and the deacon were frozen, as if they didn't hear clearly, he said without hesitation: "I give up."

Judging from the situation on the field, Feng Cong was not at a disadvantage. On the bright side, he even had a slightly better chance of winning than Jiang Xiaoyu. Everyone was puzzled as to why he would give up suddenly.

"Master Feng..."

Before the deacon finished speaking, Feng Cong replied: "Feng's martial arts skills are simple. I don't dare to seek the position of leader of the alliance when I come to Ruozhou, and I don't want to be famous in the world. When I come to the stage today, I just want Master Faxiang to take a look at me. Are there any similarities or differences between Feng's leaf-folding hand and Kuchan Temple's Great Compassionate Hand? If there is no connection between the two, please do a good job, Master, and clarify one or two things for me to all the heroes in the world, so as to solve the centuries-old troubles of the Feng family! "

As he spoke, he walked to the Dharma throne outside the circle, clasped his fists and bent over, with a solemn expression.

The Feng family has already made a name for itself in the world, but there are always people making irresponsible remarks and pointing fingers at their leaf-folding hands and great compassion hands. The four generations of the Feng family suffered from incomprehensible depression and were unable to live happily in their entire lives. After receiving the invitation letter from the Xu family, Feng Cong's first thought was to take this opportunity to ask Kuchan Temple to certify for him. He expected that Fa Xiang was a highly virtuous person in today's martial arts world. He did what was right and he would not give up.

The Dharma Minister slowly stood up from his seat, walked to Feng Cong and helped him up.

The old monk is over sixty years old, but his eyesight is clear and his spirit is strong. He is obviously a master of internal affairs. He nodded, held up his hand and said, "That's it, please!"

Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the deacon beside him, then at Fa Xiang and Feng Cong in front of him, and retreated to the outside of the martial arts school with some helplessness.

Feng Cong stood still, bowed deeply to the Dharma Minister, and said in his mouth: "Twist the bead hand, rouge the button, gather the Qi wrist, and use the force festival."

After reciting, he held his hands like buttons and made movements with his fingers like twisting beads. He suddenly exerted force on his right wrist and rushed towards the Dharma Prime Minister.

"Leverage your own strength to make continuous moves. If your strength is not exhausted, you will continue to make moves."

The Dharma Prime Minister listened intently to his recitation, and kept touching his hands with great compassion.

"Put the leaves on the crown and swing them in the wind. Use your hands to fold the leaves and pick one out of a thousand."

The four hands overlapped faster and faster, gradually turning into shadows, and the moves could not be distinguished.

Jiang Xiaoyu frowned more and more as he looked at it, and Xu Jiunai sighed in a low voice, "I'm not as good as him."

"Tsk, tsk... Although Feng's leaf-folding skills are well-known, they still don't live up to their reputation! Who would have thought that Feng Cong could tie with Master Faxiang?"

"The Great Compassionate Hand is one of the secret arts of Kuchan Temple. Master Faxiang's best martial arts are the Demon Subduing Palm and the Great Compassionate Hand. Although he is not on the list of masters in Zhaixing Pavilion, his martial arts skills are unquestionable, even if he is better than his master. Master Shu Xuanyue is not much different. How many people in the world can Feng Cong be able to fight against Master Faxiang without defeat so far?"

"Look, look, they are competing in their internal strength!"

On the stage, Fa Xiang and Feng Cong held their hands against each other, and soon there was visible heat coming out of their heads.

"There is a little more steam coming out of Feng Cong's head. It seems that Master Faxiang is slightly better."

The two looked at each other, nodded slowly, and at the same time withdrew their inner strength.

The purpose of Feng Cong's Lafa test was not to determine a winner or loser, but to let him identify the similarities and differences between his leaf-folding hand and Kuchan Temple's Great Compassionate Hand. Therefore, whether it is a comparison of moves or internal skills, the two of them are all on point.

"Master, what do you think?" Feng Cong asked in a deep voice.

In order to rectify the name of the leaf-folding hand, he even did not hesitate to analyze the ancestral secrets from beginning to end. In this way, it is equivalent to learning Feng's leaf folding technique once.

Of course, with Fa Xiang's character, even if he learned this martial art, he would never be able to use it or teach it well. It was precisely because of this that Feng Cong dared to tell him the essence of leaf-folding without reservation.

The Dharma Minister smiled and nodded before walking to the front of the Sifang Platform and saying with inner energy: "Old monk Shicai confirmed with Donor Feng that Feng's leaf-folding hand, no matter the moves or mental methods, is not the same as the Great Compassionate Hand of Kuchan Temple. If there are similarities, please be a witness. The meaning of Feng's leaf-folding hand is exquisite, no less than that of the Great Compassionate Hand. Rumors stop with the wise, please do not spread rumors."

Suddenly, there were shouts and shouts from the martial arts school grounds.

"Master, I would like to thank you for your kindness within five days. During the Lantern Festival in the next year, Mrs. Feng will personally bring a bunch of glutinous rice balls to Tianzhu Mountain to express her gratitude to your temple!" Feng Cong's eyes were slightly moist, and he said the Fa Xiangdao in a serious voice.

Luozhou is three thousand miles away from Tianzhu Mountain. Although the Feng family only served a handful of glutinous rice balls, they had to travel across mountains and rivers and sleep in the open for nearly a month, which is exactly what "sending goose feathers thousands of miles away is light on courtesy but heavy on affection."

Buddhism does not value etiquette, and may not be willing to accept it if it is too heavy. A handful of Dendrobium glutinous rice balls is just right, noble and heavy, and relieves people's emptiness.

"Donor Feng, you're welcome!" Fa Xiang said with a smile, "Buddhism spreads widely, and everyone who comes is destined to come."

The deacon came over and confirmed with Feng Cong. After getting the answer, he shouted down: "Headmaster Feng has taken the initiative to withdraw from the game, so Jiang Xiaoyu wins. Which other heroes want to come up and compete?"

"I'll give it a try!" A plump old man pushed away the people around him, slowly walked out of the partition, and walked to the front of the square stage.

Yi Qilin and Yun Xiaomeng looked at each other and said in unison: "Is it him?"

... ...

Nintendo did not immediately enter the military camp where it was stationed, but found Xu Hanshan, the leader of the Shenshao Camp.

Xu Dingping died in the battle outside the capital. Xia Chengxuan, thinking of his loyalty and bravery, discussed with Xia Chengcan and transferred his son Xu Hanshan to the Shenshao Camp, with a military rank of a fourth-grade general.

The military positions in the Shenshao Camp were lower than those in the local military camps, but they were members of the Emperor's personal army, so their future prospects were naturally far superior.

This time, he was ordered to lead 18,000 people to surround the military camp in Ruozhou at night, which was a good opportunity to make meritorious deeds.

"General Xu, what's going on inside?" Nintendo asked worriedly.

Xu Hanshan shook his head and replied: "His Royal Highness Prince Rui told us that we can only surround the outside and cannot rush in. Therefore, the general is not clear about the situation inside."

Xia Chenghuan was worried about provoking a mutiny and did not dare to rashly ask Xu Hanshan to take people in to arrest them. After all, the Xu family has been operating in Ruozhou for many years, and half of the generals and junior officers stationed in the military camp are from the outer sect of the Xu family. If they really want to riot, these 18,000 people really can't be suppressed.

Xiahe County is the southern gate of the capital, and has always been the richest county in Dahua. The number of people stationed in the military camp in Ruozhou far exceeds that of other counties, with a total of 50,000 people. This is why Xia Chengxuan is so anxious to send the divine sentry battalion to surround this place.

"Stabilize first, we must stabilize this army, and then we can plan for the aftermath."

His father, King Xia Muchao of Dahuazhi, died at the hands of a traitor general. How could Xia Chengxuan allow the same thing to happen a second time?

"While the generals are still in chaos, capture several generals in the army with lightning speed, then support the neutral generals to take over, and use the people from the Ruozhou Army Camp to govern the Ruozhou Army Camp!" This is what Xia Chengxuan and Xia Chenghuan agreed upon. countermeasures.

Before leaving the county government office, Qin Xiaoyou had already conveyed Xia Chenghuan's original words to Nintendo.

... ...

The fat and round old man walked up the stone steps and stepped onto the square platform step by step. He smiled and said to the deacon: "I want to give it a try!"