Chapter 94: Treat others in their own way

This sudden change took everyone by surprise.

It turned out that a middle-aged Tibetan monk wearing a cassock and a golden crown rushed out. It was Huodu’s senior brother Dalba.

Huo Du is the favorite disciple of National Master Jinlun, and has mastered the essence of the Mongolian Vajra Sect's martial arts. In the original plot, he and Master Yideng's strongest disciple Zhu Ziliu fought for nearly a thousand moves.

Although Zhu Ziliu's martial arts skills were not as strong as Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu, he was better than Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong and others, which showed that Huodu's martial arts skills were very deep and extraordinary. His skills on the folding fan were also unique in the martial arts world. He won by swinging and stabbing with elegance and softness.

But Feng Yi's inner strength was so deep that even if the Golden Wheel Imperial Master came in person, he would not be stronger than him. He then used the unparalleled Ancient Tomb School's ultimate Qinggong to play with Huo Du like a baby.

When others witnessed this scene, they were naturally dumbfounded, and even confirmed each other's facts. However, Dalba, who was standing nearby, could no longer bear to watch it. He shouted loudly, stepped out quickly, and reached under his bright red cassock. A flash of golden light appeared, and he rushed straight towards Feng Yi.

Guo Fu watched Feng Yi beat Huo Du. While she was disgusted by his vulgarity, she also felt that she had gotten rid of her anger. Suddenly, she saw Dalba's weapon coming towards Feng Yi. She was startled and shouted, "Be careful!"

Feng Yi turned around and smiled at Guo Fu.

But when Guo Fu saw that he had no expression on his face and looked so ugly, she turned her head away and didn't dare to look at him.

Dalba was born with supernatural powers, but he was blunt and straightforward in character. Because of this, he could not learn superior internal skills, but learned superior external hard skills. In the original plot, he fought with Dian Cang Yuyin, a disciple of Master Yideng. His moves were brilliant and his momentum was grand, which was breathtaking.

This time he was afraid of Feng Yi's martial arts, and also disliked that he was bullying his junior fellow apprentice, so he launched a chop with all his might. Therefore, before the weapon arrived, the strong energy had already rushed out, raising a gust of wind from the ground.

This move is Dalba's unique skill, "Supreme Power Pestle Technique."

Huo Du also shouted, and his body spun rapidly on the spot like a spinning top. He raised a gust of wind with his right palm and left sleeve, and the iron palm hidden in his sleeve hit Feng Yi directly on the forehead. This was also his specialty, "Wild Wind and Thunder".

Huo Du was a proud and conceited person, but now he knew that he was no match for Feng Yi. He thought to himself that he had been humiliated like this today and his reputation would be ruined. How could he still talk about making a name for himself in the Central Plains? Seeing his senior brother going out to fight, he not only ignored the agreement of a one-on-one fight, but also used his right palm to make Feng Yi's brains burst.

Feng Yi smiled coldly, without dodging or evading, and his feet did not move, until Dalba's weapon was less than a foot away from him. Suddenly, as if blown by the opponent's strong wind, he turned into a paper man, and flew towards Huodu without touching the ground. He reached out with his hand, and this grab was ordinary, but he had already grabbed Huodu's left sleeve.

With a "clang" sound, Dalba's golden pestle fell down, dust flew up, and a three-foot-long crack appeared on the ground. Everyone was amazed to see that he was so thin and skinny, but had such amazing power.

"Good fellow!" Feng Yi couldn't help but praise. Huo Du had his sleeve pulled by him, and immediately felt a torrent rushing towards him. He hurriedly gathered his strength to resist. Just when his old strength was about to run out and new strength had not yet been generated, Feng Yi suddenly swung his sleeve, not only blocking Huo Du's vision, but also hitting his right shoulder.

This move came from Chongyang's legacy, and it was a way to break the Ancient Tomb School's method of using soft objects to display strong power. Feng Yi's internal strength was so profound that the move he displayed was no less powerful than a heavy palm or a heavy punch.

Huo Du felt his whole body shaking violently. He staggered back a few steps and fell down, staring at Feng Yi. Suddenly, his whole body trembled and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper. He felt as if half of his right shoulder to chest was collapsed. He clenched his teeth and did not scream out.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. Dalba had always been on good terms with Huo Du. When he saw him vomiting blood and falling to the ground with red eyes, he shook his body, roared, and shouted, "Take him away!" He grasped the handle of the pestle with both hands and swept it towards Feng Yi's waist.

There were also experts among the Mongolian warriors, who rushed to the rescue. Darba spoke Mongolian, which Feng Yi did not understand at all. He only heard his mumblings, but when he saw the two men rushing over, he guessed that they were going to attack together. A strong anger surged between his brows, and he laughed loudly: "You are using your numbers to bully the few, so don't blame me!"

He raised his hand slightly, and with two loud bangs, the two men spat out blood and flew out. Driven by his magical power, the two men flew several feet away involuntarily, and with two "bangs", they collided with two more men.

The four men had broken bones and tendons, blood was flowing from their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, and their internal organs were shattered by him.

Feng Yi pushed the two men away, and Dalba swung his pestle at him, bringing up a golden light. Unexpectedly, Feng Yi turned around, moved sideways more than a meter, dodged the force of Dalba's pestle, and raised his hand, and two more people spurted blood, and it was obvious that they were dead.

The Mongolian warriors were filled with shock and anger. They shouted together and rushed forward.

Feng Yi laughed loudly, spread his hands, and slapped and poked with his palms, like a ghost or a spirit, floating and dodging, and five more people were hit on the acupoints.

Everyone was shocked and rushed forward with all their might, but they hit nothing but dark shadows. It was hard to tell the real from the fake. This was something they had never encountered since their debut. One of them shouted in horror, "This guy knows magic!"

Although these people are all experts from the Central Plains and the Western Regions, and can defeat a hundred ordinary people at once, in the hands of a martial arts master like Feng Yi, they are no different from three-year-old children.

So Feng Yi entered the crowd, pointed east and hit west, and was invincible. If he hadn't had other intentions, none of these people would have survived! Guo Fu and the big and small Wu were horrified, their hearts pounding. Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also amazed to see his skills.

The two had been wandering the martial arts world for many years, yet they didn't even know how to perform this kind of Qinggong.

Dalba swung his pestle to chase Feng Yi, but he was afraid of hurting his companions and was worried about the outcome. Feng Yi, on the other hand, let go and did what he wanted. If he met someone who looked like a Westerner, he would beat him to death directly, and if he met someone who looked like a Han Chinese, he would press his acupoints.

For a while, screams, groans, and sounds of broken flesh and bones were heard continuously. In an instant, some of the forty people were beaten to death or maimed by Feng Yi, and some were pressed on the acupoints by him and became puppets. Only four people were left. They were dispirited and threw away their weapons. They huddled together with their backs against each other. Feng Yi laughed, turned around, and pressed the acupoints of the four people again.

Feng Yi ran out of the formation, waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "Dalba, you seem to be an honest man, I don't want to punish you, go back and find your master, and let him compete with me!"

Dalba also followed him out of the battle formation, and after hearing his words, he continued to sweep the pestle with both hands, mumbling something.

Feng Yi turned around, looked at Chu Lai coldly, and stretched and retracted his folding fan as fast as lightning, and flicked it downwards.

Bang! The folding fan hit the pestle head, and everyone was shocked.

They had already seen clearly that Darba's weapon was a golden pestle.

The Vajra Pestle is used by the Dharma protectors in the Esoteric Buddhism. It is also common for Tibetan and Mongolian monks to use it as a weapon. However, Darba's Pestle is four feet long, with a bowl-like head and a golden body, as if it is made of gold mixed with steel, or there are several layers of gold on the steel. It is very heavy.

As soon as he made a move, golden light appeared, which showed how strong his strength was and how fast his technique was.

He was already incredibly powerful when dancing with the vajra with one hand, and now he was using both hands and even the strength of his waist at the same time. The whistling sound from the vajra became twice as loud. Feng Yi actually used a folding fan to block it. Wasn't this courting death?

Guo Fu couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Just as she let out the cry, she saw the Dalba golden pestle draw a big arc, and with a clang, it smashed to the ground.

Feng Yi's move came from the "Tai Chi Sword", which was soft yet strong, and his power was clever. He smashed the Dalba pestle into the ground, and with a bang, another pit was created.

Guo Jing secretly admired him. The ribs of Huodu's fan were made of steel, but Feng Yi's method of combining softness with hardness was extremely exquisite and was definitely better than the Kongming Fist.

Daerba's arms felt numb and he was confused. He was born with supernatural power and could dance with the golden pestle like picking up a wick. However, he was diverted by a fan. Before he could figure out what was going on,

Feng Yi laughed softly: "You are not my opponent, why are you still fighting?"

But Dalba exerted force with his wrist, and the vajra suddenly bounced up and swept across Feng Yi's waist. Feng Yi dodged, and Dalba shouted angrily, and the golden vajra stabbed directly into his abdomen.

Everyone was surprised that he could use such a heavy weapon and such a fierce move and suddenly make a turn.

While Feng Yi cheered for him, he also lost his temper and shouted, "You ungrateful thing!" The folding fan went straight for his left eye. This move turned into a killing move in the "Liancheng Sword Technique". Dalba jumped up with his golden pestle, as if he had turned into a living thing, to block the folding fan.

Guo Jing coughed and mumbled a few words in Mongolian, translating Feng Yi's meaning.

Dalba Daqi stopped, and Feng Yi also stopped.

He suddenly realized the problem.

He usually assassinated Mongolians who spoke Chinese. If they heard a word of his gibberish, he would kill them no matter what they said.

Only then did he realize that he and Dalba did not speak the same language, and he felt very awkward for a moment.

Dalba looked Feng Yi up and down with his big eyes and said a few words in a gibberish.

Guo Jing looked hesitant.

Guo Fu asked Huang Rong, "Mom, what did Dad say to him?"

Huang Rong smiled slightly: "Master Tu, this Tibetan monk said you want to see his master, defeat him first."

In fact, what Dalba meant was that you injured my junior brother and killed so many of us. My master is the incarnation of a god. If he comes, he will definitely send you into reincarnation.

Guo Jing felt that this was too much of an underestimation of Feng Yi, so he didn't dare to say it directly.

Huang Rong had served in the Mongolian army when Guo Jing was on the Western Expedition. She had a rough knowledge of Mongolian, but not very fluently. So she made some slight changes to Feng Yi's words to take into account his self-esteem.

As soon as Huang Rong finished speaking, Dalba suddenly swung his pestle at Feng Yi. He was a simple-minded person and thought that since Huang Rong had spoken, she would have conveyed his meaning and the other party would be prepared, so it would not be considered a sneak attack.

Feng Yi knew that Dalba was a straightforward man, so he had to beat him into submission. He extended his iron fan forward, and hit the golden pestle three times in a row, clang clang clang, the clear sound piercing his ears.

In the view of Guo Fu and others, Feng Yi's attack was extremely weak and could not shake Dalba's momentum of sweeping across thousands of troops.

But Dalba was in the middle of the situation and knew the pain himself.

His "Supreme Powerful Pestle Technique" had no major changes. It was just eight horizontal swings and eight direct strikes, twenty-eight to sixteen moves in total. However, he used these sixteen moves repeatedly, swinging horizontally and striking directly. Most people wouldn't dare to even confront him with the pestle, let alone confront him head-on.

Therefore, this set of martial arts is not about the moves, but about the strength of the pestle. However, Feng Yi has mastered the Shenzhao skill and has long seen through the principles of his martial arts. Every time he strikes, he hits the point where the strength of the golden pestle is interrupted, that is, when Dalba takes a breath, and cuts off his strength.

Dalba had all the power and mighty pestle skills, but he had difficulty using them. Feng Yi, on the other hand, had a graceful body and made his moves gracefully. Guo Fu felt comfortable watching from the side and couldn't help asking, "Mom, what kind of martial arts is this?"

Both Wu Da and Wu Xiao were bewildered and looked at their master's wife, but Huang Rong remained silent.

Dalba roared like a bull, wishing he could smash Feng Yi into a meat pie with a stick. In his anxiety, he attacked even more fiercely.

The power pestle technique was extremely powerful and fast. When it was used with full strength, it was like a golden dragon circling the sky. People felt a strong wind blowing in their faces even though they were several feet away.

Feng Yi's every move was light and graceful, and the iron fan knocked against it, making a continuous clanging sound. To others, it was just the sound of metal clashing, but to Dalba, the knocks of the iron fan were just the gaps between his breaths.

Although Dalba's martial arts skills are high, he only practices external skills, and his internal skills are not very good. Every time Feng Yi hits, Dalba's meridians in both hands are greatly impacted. After several hits, Dalba's arms are numb, his blood is boiling, his chest is stuffy and he wants to vomit, and his throat feels sweet.

Feng Yi saw that his face was not right, and knew that if he continued to fight, this rough man would suffer serious internal injuries. He laughed, and used his iron fan to flick and flick, and shouted: "Let go!"

In an instant, Dalba felt unbearable numbness and aches from his hands to his arms to his shoulders. His body spun around, and the golden pestle in his hand made a humming sound and was thrown far away like a rainbow piercing the sun.

It fell straight onto a huge rock, just like a thunderclap, with stone chips flying everywhere and making everyone buzz.

Da'erba's body spun around, and he felt a sweetness in his throat. Blood rushed up, and his black face turned purple.

Feng Yi took a step forward and used his fan to seal several vital points on Dalba's chest before he stopped.

Feng Yi jumped out a few feet away. The two of them moved extremely quietly, as if time had stopped. Everyone held their breath.

Beads of sweat rolled down Dalba's face. He felt half angry and half confused.

Why doesn't this man kill himself?

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Feng Yi turned his eyes, scanned the field, and smiled slightly, "I need someone to tell that old thief Jin Lun, who will go?"

"I!"

“I’ll go!”

"I am good at Qinggong..."

"Fuck you, are your light functions comparable to that of Hero Tu?"

Seven or eight people spoke up instantly.

Feng Yi snorted coldly, and several people trembled and shut up.

Feng Yi waved his fan, unblocked the acupuncture points of the three people, and said: "Go back and tell Jin Lun that his apprentice is in my hands. If you want them to live, come and compete with me! If you can't survive in half an hour, wait for me to collect their bodies!"

"Ahhhhh!"

The three of them nodded and bowed, then ran away in a flash.

Feng Yi looked up at the sky and said, "Hero Guo, you can go now."

This sentence was like flying over a mountain peak, and Guo Jing and others were all stunned.

Guo Jing frowned and said, "Aren't you going to make an appointment with Huodu's master?"

Huang Rong also said: "You are a great martial artist, but the Golden Wheel Imperial Master must have some extraordinary qualities to be so highly respected by Huo Du and the others. We can help you as well."

Feng Yi shook his head: "You can't help me, but it will tie my hands and feet."

"Bah!" Guo Fu spat, "Why are you so arrogant..."

Xiao Wu and Xiao Wu also shouted: "Sister Fu is right..."

Guo Jing shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"

He once commanded thousands of troops, and these words had the power to enforce discipline. Three mouths opened, one was tightly closed, one was half open, and there was no sound at all. It was just that the sound stopped abruptly, as clean as a knife cut, yet seemed a little weird.

Guo Fu curled her lips and stared at Feng Yi, thinking: "No wonder you are so ugly despite your high martial arts skills. This is retribution!"

Huang Rong said: "Since Your Excellency has spoken, my wife and I should obey your orders. However, this place has been occupied by Mongolia, so these people will go back and spread the word.

They will definitely guess that the master who killed the Mongols is you, the Mongols killer, and they will definitely beat you up. My husband and I are here to help you."

Guo Jing said: "Not bad!"

Feng Yi sighed and said, "I appreciate your kindness.

The Mongolian Golden Wheel Master sounds like a great monk, but in fact he is a mean person who repays kindness with ingratitude. He must not have come here alone. I know this very well!"

Guo Jing asked: "Since you know, why take the risk?"

"This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine!" Feng Yi's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "This bald thief with a golden wheel sounds very impressive, but he likes to take hostages to threaten people he can't beat, just like Madam Guo and Miss Guo will become his targets!"

Everyone gasped when they heard this. Guo Fu said in a lost voice, "You knew he was shameless, but you still did this?"

"That's right." Feng Yi nodded and said, "They came to Longju Village this time to set a trap and lure me into it.

It was for this reason that Huo Du had just urged Hero Guo to go there.

I was scared and didn't dare to go, but I ended up meeting Huo Du and his friends. This is truly a match made in heaven!"

Guo Fu said, "Pah!" "What a match made in heaven! He wants to steal my horse!"

Huang Rong looked at Feng Yi, thinking about something, and suddenly asked, "It's right to let Fu'er and the others go, but my husband and I are also good at martial arts, so we won't hold you back, right?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Mrs. Guo, you are too polite. Hero Guo is invincible in the world, so he is a great help, but you two are heroes of the world, leaders of the world's number one gang, and you are the luck of the martial arts world. Since you know that the Mongols have bad intentions, why do you risk your lives?"

Guo Jing was about to speak when Feng Yi raised his hand and said, "No matter how powerful the Golden Wheel Imperial Master is, no matter how the Mongols deal with me, my victory or defeat, survival or failure, is only a matter of one person and one family.

Besides, dealing with the Mongols would require using unpresentable means, which might be seen as despicable and shameless, but I personally don't care. However, the world is vast, and there are many heroes. There are people like me everywhere, but there are very few heroes like you who are dedicated to the country and the people.

If you want to maintain the hearts of the people in the martial arts world and fight against the Mongols together, it is something that you cannot do. If you get involved with me, you will be in a lot of trouble in the future, and it will inevitably lead to endless disasters!"

These words moved everyone.

"I like what you said." Guo Fu was delighted at first, but then she heard Guo Jing say in a deep voice: "What do you mean by protecting the hearts of the people in the martial arts world, what do you mean by reputation? Do you want my wife and I to be cowards?"

Huang Rong frowned slightly and said, "Your Excellency's order does make some sense, but how can we bear to do it? If anything happens to you, my husband and I will be ashamed to death."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Madam Guo, a real man should be able to bend and stretch at the right time. My name is Tu Mengke. If the situation is not right, I will slip away. Do you think I will fight him head-on?"

"Right!" Guo Fu clapped her hands and said, "Your Qinggong was so good just now. If you were to run smoothly, you would definitely be the best in the world. The Mongols would never be able to catch up with you."

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Miss Guo is right!"

Suddenly, he said in a more serious tone, "If Mr. and Mrs. Guo were still alive, the martial arts world would have a master, and you would be the ones who would help the poor and the needy. Why are you so fussy about trivial matters like ordinary people? On the day I debuted, I was determined to go to hell with Mongolia. The more despicable the means, the better. Today is the right time. Besides, even if we join forces, how can we defeat the encirclement and suppression of the army? What good is it?"

Guo Fu found his words interesting and asked, "Since you know that your methods are somewhat despicable, why don't you change them?"

"That would be hypocritical." Feng Yi laughed and said, "Everyone in the world is different. I am who I am. Why should I change?"

Guo Jing and Huang Rong sat in silence, both knowing that Feng Yi had made up his mind. For a master like him, no one could change his decision once it was made.

Guo Jing could only clasp his fists and say, "Take care!"

Feng Yi also bowed to Guo Jing and said, "Master Guo, I have a favor to ask of you!"

Seeing that he was sincere, Guo Jing nodded and said, "As long as I can do it, you can talk about it!"

He had a bright and clear mind and didn't even think about whether Feng Yi had any conspiracy.

Feng Yi whispered, "My bedmate is in Room A of the Binju Inn in Longju Village. Please ask the Beggars' Sect brothers to pass a message to her, saying that I have something important to tell her. Ask her to wait for me in Zhulinguan where we stayed last time for three days. If she doesn't show up, she should go back to Chang'an and wait for me!"

Guo Jing nodded slightly: "Okay!"

Huang Rong said: "Goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and the two Wu brothers followed him. Only Guo Fu looked back at Feng Yi, sighed, and jumped on the little red horse.

She heard Feng Yi's voice was as clear as iron and stone, and his martial arts skills were as strong as her father's, but he was too ugly, so she couldn't help but feel sorry for Feng Yi!

(End of this chapter)