Di Jinghui came to the door of You Shao'er's house and threw the Kunlun slave to the servant guarding the door. Someone had already reported to You Shaoer. You Shaoer hurried out and happened to see Di Jinghui throwing the Kunlun slave away, and then looked at the half-dead Kunlun. Slave, You Shaoer was immediately furious.
You Shaoer: "Di Jinghui, what do you mean? I can discipline my slaves freely, so there is no need for you to be so cruel."
Di Jinghui: "How do you know it must be me?"
You Shaoer: "Think about it, in Luoyang City, who else besides you, the best general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, can defeat the Kunlun slaves like this...?"
Before You Shaoer finished speaking, he immediately woke up.
You Shaoer: "Are you saying that a top expert has come to Luoyang City? Have you fought against him?"
Di Jinghui: "Of course there are masters, but maybe not one."
You Shaoer: "How do you say this?"
Di Jinghui: "When I saw this slave just now, he was already like this. He was fighting a barbarian and a group of teenagers. On the way there, I heard a loud roar, which could be heard The internal energy is very deep, and there are a group of teenagers next to him. Although they are not very old, they all have unique skills. One of them is even more powerful, and there is a faint cloud of true energy surrounding his body."
At this time, Kunlun Nu regained some consciousness.
You Shaoer: "Who hurt you?"
Kunlun slave: "It's the lion's roar skill..."
You Shaoer: "There are rumors in the world that there will be a grand martial arts meeting in Funiu Mountain. At that time, masters will gather together. We must inform your majesty and make early plans."
Di Jinghui: "Just like that, I heard my father once comment that although the contemporary martial arts is no longer in its heyday, there are still three thousand large and small sects, each with its own unique skills. If they all gathered in Luoyang, it would be really difficult. I don't know who has such a skill. Can such a grand event be held with great energy?”
Di Jinghui overestimated everyone, but he was momentarily shocked when he saw the miserable situation of the Kunlun slaves. Abu's martial arts skills are on par with Kunlun Nu's, but Kunlun Nu's reckless temperament made him accidentally fall into the trap. When it comes to martial arts, Abu is slightly inferior to Di Jinghui. As for the young men, although they are among the best, except for Song Jing, who has mastered Li Xiaoyi's fifty years of skills, none of them can match the skills of Abu and Kunlun Nu.
You Shaoer: "Instead of waiting for a good opportunity, it is better to take the initiative."
In order to vent his anger on Kunlun Slave, You Shaoer hatched a poisonous plan in his mind.
Abu and a group of teenagers waited until Di Jinghui left and then heaved a sigh of relief. Even though Abu was wearing a golden bell, his arms were swollen and painful after a competition with Kunlun Slave.
Liuying: "Prince Abu, I know why you are called Golden Lion."
Abu: "Girl, please speak."
Liu Ying: "It's because of your two unique skills, the Golden Bell Cover and the Lion's Roar Kung Fu, right or wrong?"
Abu laughed heartily: "I admire the girl's beautiful heart and quality."
Several people parted ways here, and everyone followed Xiao Yan back to the Xiao family's courtyard in Luoyang, while Abu was preparing to rush back to the inn alone.
At this time, a group of masked people blocked Abu's way.
Abu: "Who is covering his face in broad daylight? If he hides his head and shows his tail, he cannot be considered a good man."
The first person didn't say anything, he raised his long stick and struck, and the other person, wielding a long sword, also surrounded him with a group of masked killers.
After a few rounds, Abu already understood by observing his body shape and martial arts routines that the person wielding the stick was Liu Kai's general just now, and the one wielding the sword was a woman. Abu secretly laughed and said: "Who would carry a stick when committing murder?" , I must have made this strategy because I wanted to use the weapon I had handy but was afraid of being recognized."
Di Jinghui was very happy to see that Abu was alone. He was originally worried that there would be too many people to deal with him, but then a whistle stick made the tigers angry and attacked Abu.
Abu hurriedly picked up the golden bell. Although the attacks were fierce, there was nothing they could do for a moment. Di Jinghui's moves were powerful and heavy. Abu, even though he had magical powers to protect his body, could barely hold on. Although he was not at a disadvantage, the corner of his mouth was faintly With a trace of blood oozing out, Qingzhi couldn't hold on for long in the face of this master who was much higher than him.
Abu repeated his old trick, stretched out his hand to hold down the whistle stick, and used the force to retreat more than ten feet. Putting away the golden bell and using the Lion's Roar Kung Fu, everyone was shocked to death and injured countless people. Even Di Jinghui, who was very powerful in martial arts, suffered a hidden loss and hurriedly used Kung Fu to resist.
However, You Shaoer was well prepared. He plugged his ears in advance and said to the person next to him: "That's it now." He pushed the man's feet hard with his palms, and then he sat cross-legged on the ground and used his kung fu to resist.
The man quickly bullied himself to Abu's side, pulled out the cicada-wing sword from his waist, and stabbed Abu in the chest with the sword. However, the man had already taken precautions and wore several layers of soft armor close to his body, covering the gaps and ears. He was covered in cloth and was seriously injured by the shock, and the scarf on his face was shattered.
Abu's movement was interrupted and he vomited blood. It seemed that he was seriously injured.
Seeing that Abu's power was interrupted, Di Jinghui hurriedly stepped forward and waved his palm to kill Abu, but unexpectedly a figure flashed out and struck a palm with Di Jinghui. Di Jinghui was knocked back several steps.
Taking a closer look, he saw that the person was Nan Yun. Di Jinghui was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he touched the mask on his face and hurriedly retreated. The last killer who bullied him was none other than Helan Wumin. This time, he wanted to repay You Shao'er for saving her life and do her a favor, but now he saw his master looking directly at him, and he was shocked. While hesitating, he was pulled away by You Shao'er.
Nanyun sighed and did not chase. He turned to look at Abu: "Prince, I came too late and put the prince in danger."
Abu endured the severe pain and started joking with Nanyun: "It's not too late, at least I'm still alive."
Nanyun: "Prince, why are people chasing you?"
Abu: "I'll tell you the reason later. Lord Marquis, you'd better take me to a place to heal my wounds first. You don't want me to die on the territory of Zhou Dynasty, do you?"
Nanyun: "Although your injury is serious, it is not life-threatening. In this case, I'd better send you back to the inn for recovery."
Abu quickly stopped him and said, "The people who are chasing me seem to be generals from the Great Zhou Dynasty. I'm afraid the station is no longer safe."
Nanyun: "That's wrong. They are committing crimes in a mask. They definitely don't want others to only know their identity in the court. If they go elsewhere, they will be hunted down. On the contrary, the post house is the safest. Besides, I am here for you." worry about what?."
Nanyun carried Abu on his back and returned to the inn. The accompanying delegation heard that the prince was attacked and injured and wanted to report it to the official. However, Abu stopped him and went into the room with Nanyun to recover from his injuries.
A few hours passed, and after Nanyun's breath adjustment, Abu's injuries had stabilized and he only needed to rest.
Nanyun: "The Prince's Golden Bell and Lion's Roar are indeed first-class stunts, but the Golden Bell is more defensive, and once used, the attack is limited; the Lion's Roar is only focused on offense, and although it is infinitely powerful, it cannot defend." , once the enemy adopts a lose-lose strategy, the practitioner will be in danger. Moreover, these two martial arts require the support of profound internal strength and are difficult to last. "
Abu: "I have thought about what the Marquis said, but this is my unique skill of eating and conquering the country. How to change one attack and one defense. The ancestors of our country must have known this for a long time, but no one has done it for more than a hundred years." can solve this problem.”
Nanyun: "Seven years ago, when I met the prince, I said that I wanted to create a martial arts that was both offensive and defensive and capable of self-correcting. The hard work paid off. With the help of my mentor and others, I created a martial art. The set of martial arts is called 'Wuhou's Eight Styles'".
Seeing Abu's confused expression, Nanyun continued: "The Eight Forms of Wuhou are inspired by Wuhou, and are derived from the principles of the Five Elements and Bagua, which are mutually reinforcing, restraining, and complementing each other. In the Bagua, yin and yang are interdependent, and water and fire coexist."
Abu: "What you are saying is that offense and defense can also be transformed into each other, or even attack and defense can be integrated into one?"
Nanyun: "Exactly."
After that, a set of Wuhou's eight moves was played, which only used moves but did not use any internal force, and Abu fed him with moves.
Abu only felt that Nanyun's moves were changing rapidly, very casually, and the fierce moves were suddenly soft, completely contrary to common sense, just like a hammer wielder who has trouble controlling a hidden weapon. This problem did not exist here at all in Nanyun. It was almost invulnerable, so he unknowingly used his inner strength.
Upon seeing this, Nanyun immediately stopped his moves, and Abu also quickly stopped his moves.
Abu: "Does the Marquis also want me to integrate the Lion's Roar Kung Fu and the Golden Bell into the Five Elements and Bagua?"
Nan Yun: "It is not easy to integrate these two sets of martial arts into the Five Elements and Bagua. Moreover, your two sets of martial arts may not completely conform to the principles of the Five Elements and Bagua. It is no less difficult than recreating a new kind of martial arts."
Nanyun said again: "Prince, don't be impatient. Just listen to what I have to say. Although this set of martial arts is perfect, it progresses very slowly, and the internal strength is accumulated bit by bit. There is no need to rush. I once taught this set of martial arts to I am a young disciple, but I have thought about it over and over again over the past few months. According to the progress of this martial arts, if there is no chance encounter, even a person with excellent bones can practice it for at least forty or fifty years, or at most a hundred years."
Abu smiled bitterly and said: "By then, he will have already become an old man. What's the use of having magical powers?"
Nanyun: "So I integrated my free martial arts into this set of Wuhou Eight Forms, so that each direction has a set of unique skills, which greatly increases the power. When I was practicing, I accidentally combined my Yanbo Hanyun Kung Fu with Brother Zui's Supreme Good Sutra was fused together, and a layer of water mist formed all over the body, which condensed and never dispersed. A person can use force at will to break out the water mist together with his internal energy and turn it into an ice blade to hurt people."
Abu: "What the Marquis means is that I can take advantage of the principle of water's impermanence and integrate my two martial arts into the Supreme Good Sutra, so that I can be both offensive and defensive."
Nanyun then explained part of the mental method from the upper part of the Sutra of Supreme Goodness. Abu used it and it really worked. There were faint signs of union. The two started practicing as they talked.
Abu: "The Marquis is really willing to teach me this set of martial arts?"
Nagumo: "Of course."
Abu: "The Marquis is not someone who only wants to give without expecting anything in return. What do you want from me?"
Nanyun said calmly: "I want to exchange the mental method of the Supreme Good Sutra for the mental method of your Golden Bell Cover to perfect my Eight Forms of Wuhou."
Abu thought for a moment, and although he knew that the golden bell in Nanyun's hands was far more powerful than the Supreme Good Sutra in his own hands, he still nodded and agreed. He knew clearly that even if Nanyun could not get the golden bell, He will also collect other martial arts to perfect his Eight Forms of Wuhou, but he is different. Without Nanyun, he will never be able to integrate these two sets of martial arts.
