Chapter 182: Heroes of the Jianghu

Huang Wan'er actually hoped that this group of people were robbers so that she could try out the kung fu taught by Feng Yi. However, Feng Yi said that she had only learned it for a month and was still far from being proficient, so she should avoid fighting if possible.

Because when others see that she knows martial arts, they will not fight her, but once she does, she will use all her strength and easily lose her life. Therefore, before she has mastered martial arts, she must not be aggressive and win.

Huang Wan'er saw that he was serious and did not dare to disobey him, so she had to say something harsh first.

Then another person walked out from the crowd opposite. He was thin, with a lion-like nose and a wide mouth. He put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly, "Listen carefully, take out 10,000 taels of silver, or I'll roast you, you rabbit!"

Huang Wan'er could no longer hold back her anger when she heard such arrogant words. She drew her sword and shouted, "You are so arrogant! Watch out for my sword!"

He jumped off his horse, landed on the ground, and then slithered forward like a snake, using the "Snake-Shaped Cat Flip" technique from the Nine Yin Scriptures. He stabbed his opponent's shoulder with his sword.

The lion-nosed man laughed and pushed out his left palm. A strong wind blew up the fire, and the flames burned towards Huang Wan'er.

The fire was bright and dazzling. People with poor martial arts skills and concentration would be dazzled just by looking at the fire, not to mention that the fire could burn people.

After all, Huang Wan'er had never fought with anyone before. She screamed in shock, and the long sword flew around her body and she jumped to the left.

The lion-nosed man sneered, and stretched out his right palm again. With a whoosh, another burst of flames pounced towards Huang Wan'er who had not yet hit the ground.

The group of people cheered again.

"Second Brother, you have great skills!"

"Second Senior Brother is so powerful that he shakes the Central Plains!"

"Second Senior Brother Mo Yunzi is feared by the world!"

But amid the roar of “Terrifying the World”, the fire suddenly went out in mid-air.

It turned out that Feng Yi had already accumulated strength in his palms, ready to strike at any time. Seeing that Huang Wan'er could not dodge this attack, he slapped out his right palm and extinguished the flames.

Huang Wan'er was nearly burned by the fire, and suddenly remembered Feng Yi's warning: "When you are young, you are full of blood and energy. When facing the enemy, you must be careful not to be impatient." Her face turned red. If Feng Yi had not taken action, she would have suffered a great loss in her first battle since her debut. She felt very ashamed.

Feng Yi shouted coldly, "Who are you?"

The group of people were also startled when they saw that he had a blank face, like a zombie.

Mo Yunzi laughed and said, "You are such an ignorant boy. Apart from the disciples of the old immortal Xingxiu, who else in the world can control fire? Just take out 10,000 taels of silver and that's all. If you insist on making a roasted pig, I will grant your wish!"

Feng Yi pondered for a while and said, "I have heard that the old immortal Xingxiu has great magical powers and is invincible in battle and captures everything, but I have never heard of his disciples robbing people on the road. Are you doing this behind the master's back?"

Mo Yunzi laughed and said, "Well said. Since you are so sensible, well, we brothers just have no money to spend. Seeing your caravan, you are not a poor family. Just take out five thousand taels and go on foot!"

Feng Yi thought to himself, "From what these people said, it seems that they are not targeting us intentionally. It should be just a coincidence. I just wonder if the old man Ding Chunqiu is nearby!" He said, "I have heard of the great name of Xingxiu Old Immortal for a long time. I wonder if you can introduce him to me!"

A short and fat disciple from the Xingxiu Sect suddenly stepped forward and asked, "Second Senior Brother, this kid has some skills and is very sensible. He is a great man. Shall we take him to see the Master?"

Mo Yunzi smiled coldly and said, "If the Xingxiu old immortal's chariot is so easily seen by others, wouldn't it be unworthy of the old immortal's name?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Could it be that the Xingxiu Immortal is not here?"

He thought that Ding Chunqiu was full of poison, and he didn't know whether these disciples came here intentionally or accidentally, so he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Mo Yunzi said, "Well, you don't need to worry about this! Just give me the silver and we'll leave!"

Feng Yi knew that the disciples of Xingxiu Sect were ruthless and flattering. When he heard this, he immediately knew that Ding Chunqiu was not nearby. He sneered and said, "You are pretending to be people from Xingxiu Sect and making big claims to deceive the world. Watch out!"

With a raise of his right hand, a gust of wind blew out, and a flame rushed straight towards Mo Yunzi.

Mo Yunzi pushed with both palms, and the fire stopped in mid-air for a while.

Feng Yi secretly praised the man, he had used 20% of his strength, but the man was still able to block it, he really was quite capable.

The Xingxiu Sect disciples began to cheer again: "Second Brother has profound skills!"

"Second Brother..."

It would have been better if they hadn't cheered him on. With their encouragement, Feng Yi pushed harder and the flames immediately rushed out like a living snake.

Mo Yunzi's hair and clothes were all on fire, and he looked like a glowing monster. He screamed and cried out in pain as he was burned. The fifth senior brother rushed forward to put out the fire.

Feng Yi raised his sleeves, and in an instant the flames in the bonfire were carried by the strong wind, sweeping towards the people of Xingxiu Sect like a meteor.

Some of the other disciples of the Xingxiu Sect bravely met the enemy, exerting their palm power together. Their strength was as strong as that of a bull, and the sound of a whistling wind was so loud.

However, Feng Yi's true energy was abundant, his palm wind was powerful, and the flames were unstoppable. The people who attacked him also followed in Mo Yunzi's footsteps and were burned. The feeling of being attacked by the flames made these people scream: "Oh my god!"

"Good Kung Fu, great!"

Since the word "good" was created, I'm afraid no one has been able to shout it so shrilly and terrifyingly.

Even Huang Shang's bodyguards felt creepy. Although there were flames in the sky, it was as eerie and terrifying as being in hell.

"The wind is strong, the wind is strong!"

"Damn it, hurry up and get out of here!"

"The old immortal Xingxiu is not here yet, so I'll let you show off your power!"

The people of Xingxiu Sect are all opportunists who flatter the strong and bully the weak. When they saw the second senior brother with extraordinary skills being burned into a roasted pig, they knew they were no match for him and fled in an instant.

Only the second senior brother was seriously injured, and the fifth senior brother did not have time to escape.

Feng Yi laughed and scolded: "You useless thing, take out the antidote!"

One of Huang Shang's guards was slapped and poisoned, so Feng Yi naturally asked for the antidote.

The fire on Mo Yunzi's body had been put out. He blinked his eyes repeatedly. The short and fat disciple rushed out from the roadside again and said, "Second Brother, we are not doing well today. It's time to be a hero, right?"

Mo Yunzi said: "Okay! Today's luck is bad, so I will give in and give them the antidote!"

The short and fat man walked over and wiped the guard's face, and the pain on his face immediately disappeared.

The guard sneered and suddenly struck the fat man in the chest with his palm.

The fat man raised his left hand, and the palms of both parties touched. The guard was shocked and took a step back. He felt a sharp pain on his palm. When he raised his palm, he saw that it was pitch black. He was hit by the fat man's palm poison.

Feng Yi's heart sank: "These people are really full of poison!"

Huang Wan'er was stunned for a moment, then thought: "It seems that what Big Brother said is right, all the people in Jianghu are vicious and shameless!" She said immediately: "You really don't know how to die, bring the antidote?"

Seeing Feng Yi's fierce eyes, the short fat man coughed lightly, threw a bottle of antidote to the guard, bowed to Feng Yi and said, "Sir, what is your name? Today, our Xingxiu Sect will admit defeat for the time being. In the future, my master, Xingxiu Immortal, will come to learn from you!"

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said, "That's too much. You all said that the Xingxiu Immortal will not be here for the time being. If you want to leave, you have to answer a few questions of mine."

The short fat man said, "Yes, yes!"

Feng Yi asked: "Aren't you in Xingxiu Sea? Why are you here to rob? Do you have a grudge against us?"

Feng Yi was worried about the safety of Huang Shang and others, and secondly, he wanted to find out some information about Ding Chunqiu from these people. After all, this man had extraordinary martial arts skills and was proficient in poisons. If they came here because Ah Zi stole the tripod and happened to meet him, it would not be a big deal. But if they came here specifically to deal with him and his group, he must think of a countermeasure to kill Ding Chunqiu in one blow.

The short fat man looked at Feng Yi and said, "We came from Xingxiu Sea for important matters, but it is not convenient for us to tell you.

We took the silver, but it was just food for the people and horses on the road. We lost our property. We don't even know who you are, so how can we talk about hatred?"

Feng Yi was relieved immediately and waved his hand: "Let's go!"

The people of Xingxiu Sect have no loyalty or courage at all. As long as you can beat them, it is common for them to surrender.

But they never tell anyone about such ugly things, for fear of losing their foothold in the sect, so Feng Yi didn't even have the intention to kill them.

It's totally unnecessary!

The short fat man bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, our mountains and rivers remain unchanged. Your martial arts are amazing. I admire you, but I'm afraid you are not as good as our master. Goodbye now."

He bowed and helped the second senior brother up. Another disciple from the Xingxiu Sect helped the fifth senior brother up, and they left in a flash.

Huang Shang's family and servants cheered loudly, and Feng Yi also laughed, but his laughter did not contain even the slightest joy.

Because he was wondering if he was a disaster.

Wherever he went, he would be in trouble? What if Ding Chunqiu had come with a large group of people today? He would be fine, but none of these people would survive, because poison was too terrible!

Add to that the Xingxiu Sect's hidden weapons, such as the Green Scale Needle, the Bliss Thorn, the Heart-Piercing Nail and other small and vicious hidden weapons. Even if one or two people attack, it is not easy for others to dodge, let alone if multiple people attack at the same time. If they come as densely as a rainstorm, who can you protect?

He thought he couldn't kill Ding Chunqiu in one blow and make the Xingxiu Sect fall apart.

It seems that the escort journey is also a long and arduous journey! Huang Wan'er smiled and said, "Brother, are all the people in the martial arts world such heroes?"

Feng Yi knew that she was joking about what Fatty said, "Are we wise enough to act according to the times?" He thought to himself, "They are few in number today, and Ding Chunqiu is not here either, otherwise you would not have time to cry!"

He walked towards the car. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Huang Wan'er followed him, and the convoy continued on its journey.

After getting into the car, Huang Shang opened his eyes, glanced at Feng Yi and Huang Wan'er, then closed his eyes again without saying a word.

Huang Wan'er sighed softly and said, "Brother, was I too impatient just now?"

Feng Yi glanced at her and said, "It has nothing to do with your anxiety. People in Xingxiu Sect judge seniority by martial arts skills. Second Senior Brother's martial arts skills are second only to Master and First Senior Brother in their sect. Many famous masters in the martial arts world are no match for him. You have only practiced martial arts for a month, and it is already amazing that you can dodge his fire attack."

Huang Wan'er smiled and said, "Really? Then is the Xingxiu Immortal they are talking about very powerful?"

Feng Yi nodded and said, "This man is very skilled in martial arts. He is good at a method that can dissipate a person's internal energy. He is full of poison and is ruthless. He has killed countless people in the martial arts world and is a great scourge to the martial arts world. You haven't mastered the Nine Yin Magic Skill yet, so you must stay away from him!"

Huang Wan'er said, "I've got it in mind! If I don't master the internal energy, sword skills, light skills, and palm skills you taught me, I will never fight with anyone again. I was scared to death today."

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said, "That's great!" He immediately thought, "Ding Chunqiu, Ding Chunqiu, can Wuyazi's skills be used to plan for this?"

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Feng Yi had no desire for Wuyazi's skills, because the prerequisite for Wuyazi to pass on his skills was to fully utilize the skills of the recipient, so he was reluctant to give up his own pure internal energy.

Moreover, he always felt that internal strength could not be measured by years.

Xu Zhu had acquired hundreds of years of skills from the three great masters of the Xiaoyao Sect, but he was still unable to crush Jiumozhi. He also needed to concentrate to fight You Tanzhi. Although there was ice silkworm poison on You Tanzhi's palm, he had only practiced the Shenzu Sutra for a few months.

It can be seen that his hundreds of years of skills are far from being pure enough when applied to himself, and he cannot exert his full power.

So he has no interest in Wuyazi's skills, but is it okay for him to make plans for Huang Wan'er?

As for Huang Shang, Feng Yi didn't even think about her.

First of all, Huang Shang is a genius. What if he took on Wuyazi's power and ruined his body? In Feng Yi's opinion, there is always a gap between the power instilled into others and the power gained through one's own practice.

The human body is a treasure that needs to be constantly explored for its potential. The process from nothing to something is very important.

The Nine Yin Scriptures is Huang Shang's signature skill, and is definitely more suitable for his long-term development.

Huang Shang was sitting still, but suddenly he put his fingers together like swords and pointed at the Dabao point between Feng Yi's ribs.

While Feng Yi was thinking, he did not expect Huang Shang would attack him. When he was slightly startled, Huang Shang's fingertips had already touched his robe.

Feng Yi hurriedly gathered his inner energy and closed the acupuncture points, but he suddenly felt half of his body numb. However, Feng Yi's martial arts skills were very high, and the acupuncture method of the Nine Yin Scriptures could not close his acupuncture points. He then stretched out his right hand and grabbed the pulse point on Huang Shang's right wrist.

Feng Yi's move was incredibly fast, and Huang Shang's change of move was even faster than lightning. He immediately stretched out his left hand and pressed the vital point on his wrist.

Just as the two of them were fighting, Huang Wan'er broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, "Dad, big brother, what are you doing?"

As soon as she said this, they both stopped at the same time and burst into laughter.

Feng Yi and Huang Shang had been discussing martial arts on the way. When they got excited, they took action to test it out, but they were always prepared. This was the first time they had encountered a sneak attack like this.

Huang Shang let out a long sigh and said, "Brother Feng, what is my current level of martial arts in the martial arts world?"

Feng Yi said: "With your current martial arts skills, the famous fighters in the martial arts world are no match for you. For example, the elders of the Beggars' Sect and the heads of some small sects are no match for you."

When these words were spoken, Huang Wan'er and Huang Shang were both extremely happy.

Huang Shang smiled and said, "I thought studying was the easiest thing in the world, but I didn't expect that for a scholar like me, practicing martial arts would be even easier!"

Feng Yi laughed and said, "I've heard that some people can learn any moves or martial arts in a short time and become proficient in it in a short time, but I've never seen it with my own eyes.

But Mr. Huang really opened my eyes. If you only need to practice for two or three years, I think there will be few rivals in the world!"

Huang Wan'er was laughing so hard that she couldn't stop. Suddenly, her face darkened and she said, "Daddy's progress in martial arts is so fast, why can't I do it!"

Feng Yi thought, "Comparing you to your father? There are very few martial arts masters throughout history who can be compared with him. If someone starts practicing martial arts at the age of sixty or seventy and reaches the pinnacle, then that is unique!"

Huang Shang said slowly, "There is no Bodhi tree, nor is there a mirror stand. There is nothing at all, so how can there be dust? Brother Feng, in my humble opinion, the Yi Jin Jing of Bodhidharma actually contains Zen principles. If your mind is not empty, you will never succeed!

The Nine Yin Scriptures and the Shen Zhao Jing are actually the same, in that one can reach them but cannot think about them. If the mind is not calm, the energy will have nowhere to go.

Wan'er, if you are still as impetuous as before, no matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, no matter how hard you practice, you may be able to excel as you age, but you will never be able to reach the pinnacle!"

Huang Shang was very knowledgeable. He could understand any martial arts theory immediately and draw inferences from it. Otherwise, how could he translate such a profound martial arts secret book as Yi Jin Jing? This statement has revealed the true meaning of martial arts.

Feng Yi also nodded and said, "Yes, when practicing the Nine Yin Divine Art, one's mind will inevitably become confused or have a myriad of thoughts, causing the mind to become relaxed and the art to have no effect. A gentle temperament and a calm mind will allow one to practice the art well.

The Shenzhao Gong requires a natural understanding, and it cannot be achieved through hard practice. The Yijin Jing requires an empty mind, and I don't know how to do it. I have been thinking about it all the way, but I have no idea."

The Sanskrit "Yi Jin Jing" is the supreme book in martial arts. It is very difficult to practice it alone. One must see through the "self-image and other images" and not have the thought of practicing martial arts in one's mind.

But the monks who practice this superior martial art must be brave and diligent in order to achieve success. Who would not want to benefit from practice as soon as possible? It is really difficult to "have no place to stay"?

In the past hundreds of years, many monks in Shaolin Temple practiced Yi Jin Jing, but they often gained nothing after years of hard work, so the monks thought that this sutra had no magical effect. It was stolen by Ah Zhu that day, and although the monks in the temple were angry, they did not take it as a big deal.

Fortunately, Feng Yi studied this skill in depth just to compare it with his own martial arts so as to learn from each other's strengths and overcome one's weaknesses. He lacked talent and comprehension, and had already placed his hopes on Huang Shang.

It would be better to wait until he returns to his hometown, where no one will disturb him. He can calm down and study with him for a year or two, or three to five years. Feng Yi does not believe that there will be no gains.

Therefore, the right and wrong in the world and how others view him have all become false, and Feng Yi does not care.

Once you have accomplished your goal, go to Shaolin Temple and defeat the monk who sweeps the floor. If you are not sure you can defeat him, you will not be able to gain any respect by just being a famous monk in the martial arts world.

After all, ignorance is sometimes a kind of bliss.

Why did Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan come out to cause trouble now? It was because they thought that if they met the Shaolin monks, they could easily deal with them, so they were full of themselves and started to cause trouble.

If they knew that there was a sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple watching them jumping around, they would have definitely stayed dormant.

But Feng Yi knew the ability of the Sweeping Monk. He always felt that he lacked confidence if he could not suppress masters like Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao Feng, and Jiumozhi with just a wave of his hand.

Huang Shang was also thinking about the meaning of the Yi Jin Jing text. Seeing that they were silent, Huang Wan'er did not dare to speak either.

As they pondered, there was a sudden rumble and thunder, and the old servant outside the carriage said, "Master, the sky is overcast and it will rain. I'm afraid we won't be able to make it to the town."

Huang Shang lifted the car curtain and looked over. A large dark cloud was rising in the southeast corner. Huang Shang said, "It's really unpredictable. Let's find a place to take shelter along the way!"

"yes!"

The convoy traveled eastward for about three miles before seeing a dilapidated ancient temple by the roadside. A gust of wind blew past, and fine raindrops fell from the sky.

Everyone hurriedly pulled the mule cart into the temple, but saw broken walls and tiles, which could hardly shelter them from the wind and rain. Only the sturdy main hall was still intact.

But what was surprising was that the yard was covered in blood, which was washed away by the rain, and the bright red blood flowed, making it even more shocking.

At this time, there was a rumble, thunder and lightning, and the rain was getting heavier. Feng Yi said, "I'll go take a look first!"

He flashed to the door of the hall, heard that there were many people inside, and walked in slowly.

As soon as he stepped into the door, four long swords suddenly came towards Feng Yi from both sides.

Feng Yi flicked his sleeves and placed them on the knife. His arms shook slightly, and four screams were heard, "plop".

The four men fell to the ground with a few clangs, and the long swords scattered on the ground.

It turned out that the people in the temple had heard the sound of carriages and horses a long time ago. Four burly men were lying in ambush on both sides of the hall door and suddenly attacked.

He thought that no matter how skilled the opponent was in martial arts, it would be difficult to dodge the combined sword attack of four people. However, he never expected that the opponent's martial arts was so high that with a wave of his hand, he knocked the four people's swords away, and the man was thrown more than ten feet away like a ball, falling on his back.

Suddenly someone in the hall said, "Fuck you, who are you?" The tone was sharp, but the confidence was obviously lacking.

Feng Yi heard the Sichuan accent and said, "I am just a passerby. I just want to go into the temple to avoid the rain. I have no intention of causing trouble!"

Suddenly, an old voice said, "Light the torch!"

(End of this chapter)