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Chapter 158: Tai Chi practice with Zhang Sanfeng...

What can be done, what should be done, and what I want to do has been done, and it is really time to go now.

Fang Xian shouted his lines to everyone very skillfully: "Brothers, don't change the green mountains and rivers, let's go to the rivers and lakes together in the future!"

After saying that, he held Hatsune girl Wanliren in pairs and slid away.

Zhang Sanfeng quickly followed up with Zhang Wuji in hand: "Little friend Tian, ​​I have something to ask you!"

Zhang Wuji burst into tears: "Brother, you are not authentic, you agreed to take me to find my adoptive father..."

Linghu Chong will never forget this figure, this lewd thief who lifted himself out of the dead end and gave him a new hope. His expression at this time is really looking at the sunset with a smile at a 45-degree angle.

The four subordinates of the Murong family in Gusu suddenly realized that it was not too late, Murong Fu had just issued the next order.

"Find Yue Buqun and spare no effort."

"Yes! Young Master! Also, are we late!"

"what do you say?"

Afterwards, both Yanziwu Shuangfeixia and Shuangfeixia left.

Songshan, or that Songshan.

The Five Sacred Mountains are no longer the Five Sacred Mountains.

Fang Xian carried Wang Yuyan and ran wildly all the way, smiling freely.

"Oh my God! It would be great if I could bring the light function of "Walking Alone" back home, and buy a crappy car!! My legs can hit 200 mph! Hahahaha!"

Wang Yuyan hugged Tian Boguang, all kinds of wind blew her hair away, looked at the scenery passing by on both sides, stroked the muscular chest muscles, and snuggled up against the broad and majestic chest, feeling light and joyful, but at the same time steadfast.

"Uncle Tian, ​​it's really interesting to be with you!"

"Huh?" Fang Xian smiled hoarsely, "You have lived in Yanziwu for a long time, and the world outside is very exciting."

"Hehe... Uncle Tian! I like being with you!"

"..." Fang Xian was stunned, and then realized that although he seemed to have two wives, he hadn't confessed to marrying him yet, and he felt a kind of incomplete rush.

Fang Xian thought about it, there was enough time, and it was the most pleasant thing to hear and see when the battle was over. Now that the girl has given up her mind, if she doesn't do it now, when will it be! !
Thinking of this, the seven-foot-old man didn't stop and ran into the woods with the girl in his arms. The sound of the rolling wind was loud and the white robe was fluttering.

"Ah...here it is again..." Having experienced three premature deaths, Wang Yuyan has become so skillful that she unbuttoned the neckline of her light shirt slightly, revealing her white and tender skin, and her purple apron is also partly visible, which is captivating.

Fang Xian swallowed a big mouthful of smear, well, he's just a guy who sees a woman's legs go limp, so it doesn't matter.

"Big brother!!! But let me catch up!!!"

"Little Chi, it's obvious that I'm chasing you... It's not tiring."

"........." Fang Xian's face trembled in various ways.

Zhang Wuji jumped over with his big eyes wide open: "Eh? Brothers, what are you doing?"

Zhang Sanfeng also observed very carefully: "Xiaoyou Tian, ​​may I ask if this is an act of friendship between a man and a woman?"

"This is... the third time or the fourth time..." Fang Xian raised his head to the sky and roared, "The road to Shu is difficult!"

Seeing this pair of live treasures coming, Wang Yuyan was naturally shy as well. She kept buttoning her shirt and stood shyly behind her uncle with her head bowed.

"Father...Father...Father..." Zhang Wuji relied on him.

Fang Xian let out a long sigh, he should do what he promised, and with Zhang Wuji following him all the way, it was another journey full of hunger and thirst.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly stopped him, but the old man actually pulled out his Tai Chi sword: "Xiaoyou Tian, ​​come here, the poor Taoist has been watching for a long time and his hands are itchy, come to learn two moves."

"......Ma'am, please don't make trouble. What you did just now was all imaginary. You used Ren Woxing's inner strength. How could you not know that?"

"I know, I know. This time we will compete, using only moves and no internal strength." Zhang Sanfeng smiled and said, "I want to use Tai Chi sword skills to master your violent wind sword skills. I just saw it and it was not pleasant."

Although Zhang Zhenren didn't help much in this battle, he was a kind person after all, he didn't slip away like Ouyang Feng and Duan Zhengchun, Fang Xian couldn't bear to refuse such a small wish of the kind old grandfather.

"How do we fight?" Fang Xian rolled up his sleeves and drew out his sword. If he didn't use internal strength and only talked about moves, there might not be many martial arts in the world that could compete with Dugu Nine Swords and Kuangfeng Dao.

"Just chop me off!" Zhang Sanfeng used all kinds of temptations with his hands, "Come on, come on, chop me off, until I chop off I will tell you "Ti Yun Zong"."

"It's not tempting, I haven't had time to watch it..." Fang Xian wanted to tease the old man, but said that Wudang's martial arts is not the same as his old Tian's family, and Tian Boguang doesn't have so much time to meditate Penance.

"That's right, that's right, "Tiyun Zong" can't compare with your solo unparalleled." Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a while, "How about "Tai Chi"?"

"Grandpa, I'm playing with knives."

"Then "Tai Chi Sword Art"! Poor Dao's unique knowledge, this should be enough!"

"Old man, you don't know, our grandpa and aunt over there walk the dog and play Tai Chi sword at the same time when they get up in the morning, it's not a rare thing."

"Xiaoyou Tian, ​​do you live in Tiangong?" Zhang Sanfeng shuddered, ""Pure Yang Wuji Gong"! My lifelong mastery."

"Master, you know, I don't need other internal skills. The Beiming Divine Skill is enough for me to digest for a lifetime. I won't even read the Yi Jin Jing when it comes."

""Wudang Nine Yang Kung"!"

Zhang Wuji interjected: "Grand Master, I have already given the complete version of "Nine Suns Divine Art" to my elder brother, you don't have enough to read."

"Woohoo!" Daoist Zhang scratched his hair full of silver threads, "I, Zhang Sanfeng... a master of the martial arts world, can't come up with anything that can make Tian Xiaoyou's heart flutter?!"

Fang Xian saw it funny and couldn't bear to tease him any more. Suddenly, he swung his sword and said, "Look at the sword!"

"Ah, here we come! The soft sword!" Zhang Sanfeng widened his eyes and swung his sword around.

As soon as the tip of the blade touched, it was about to be sucked in. The sword was entangled around Zhang Sanfeng's fingertips, and the softness of the technique had reached an unimaginable level.

Fang Xian knew that he couldn't be tough to deal with this, and he also knew in his heart that what Zhang Sanfeng valued was the move of cutting off the water with a knife, and he didn't keep it now.

The momentum of the broadsword changed suddenly, and it actually circled along with Zhang Sanfeng's sword tip.

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng played vigorously and became more energetic.

As everyone knows, without internal strength, Tian Boguang's hand strength and patience are not inferior to Zhang Zhenren at all.

In other words, the wrist muscle twitch ability of any normal young man in the Celestial Dynasty cannot be underestimated!That's a creation that has been in motion for more than ten years!A wrist that has condensed the essence of life for more than ten years! !
It's a pity that Zhang Zhenren has to maintain a childish body for practicing kung fu, so the function of the wrist has not been strengthened.

Fang Xian's wrists are more and more powerful, even when he has a girlfriend and doesn't need to masturbate, the kung fu in his hands has never been lost in order to serve his girlfriend.

The two circled each other for a long time, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't use his internal strength and gradually began to lose his strength.

"Such fast speed, such strong endurance..." Although Zhang Sanfeng didn't know why Tian Boguang was so powerful, he knew that his wrist would cramp if he continued, "Tai Chi swordsmanship! Tian Xiaoyou caught it!"

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng's sword force turned abruptly, retracted inwards, and spit out again, piercing Fang Xian's chest more or less quickly.Zhang Sanfeng's swordsmanship is clear and his movements are gentle, really like a grandfather in the park.

But Fang Xian also knew that this was no ordinary grandpa, the one in front of him was the original author of Tai Chi Sword.

He didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, and received the defense of drawing the knife to cut off the water, and pulled Zhang Sanfeng's sword head to deflect outward.

However, Zhang Zhenren just laughed lightly, with a peaceful rhythm, soft and stretched, no matter what Tian Boguang's big sword was, he could defuse it one by one lightly. Pointing at Tian Boguang's chest, there is no deviation at all.

The same moves were no longer possible, so Fang Xian had no choice but to use offense as defense. He turned his sword to cut off the water and turned into a ruthless move, suddenly trying to knock down Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi sword.

"Don't be in a hurry, my friend." Zhang Sanfeng only shook the tip of his sword, without using half of his strength, he just let the sword point tilted with the big knife, and the long sword used the force to circle around suddenly, and went under the knife instead. Only then did he suddenly exert strength and slammed hard.

One move is mainly against the enemy, not only did Fang Xian fail to pick off the opponent's sword, but he was in danger.

In a hurry, he turned to a soft posture again, slowed down his palm, and then restrained his strength to prevent the sword from letting go. For a moment, he admired Master Zhang a little more.

Admiration is nothing but admiration, but the long sword still pierced towards him impartially.

Swords and swords meet, just like two humanized Tai Chi, you come and go, the comparison is understanding and xinxing.

Then Fang Xian tried to use Dongfang Bubai's method again, how fast and how slow, how soft and how strong, how slow and how urgent, but every time he changed his moves, Zhang Sanfeng was able to counter the general very quickly, as if these The ways and techniques have been integrated into the blood, so there is no need to think about it.

Zhang Wuji miraculously wiped his nose, and smiled at Wang Yuyan: "My grand master's understanding of martial arts is second to none in the world, even if he doesn't use internal strength, no one can beat him."

Naturally, Wang Yuyan also wanted to help her uncle speak: "Tch, my Uncle Tian doesn't use a killer move, I'm afraid I'll hurt the old man."

The two of them exchanged ideas very slowly, but in reality they kept making secret moves. In just a few minutes, nearly a hundred moves have been made, which others cannot see or see through.

The more Fang Xian fought, the more shocked he became, and the more he fought, the more he admired him.

Is this the accumulation and understanding of the past hundred years? I really don't like this kind of old monster. It seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement in the future.

It is necessary to push Tai Chi in the middle, and there may not be anyone in the universe who is Zhang Sanfeng's opponent in this regard.

Fang Xian turned sharply, gave up the middle lane, and started a sharp attack all the way.

It's time for Dugu Nine Swords to shine.

"Oh?" Zhang Sanfeng didn't dare to underestimate him, he quickly waved his sword to block, Tai Chi sword is used when two swords fight, and when encountering so many sharp knives, he still has to rely on Wudang's other sword techniques to deal with it.

Fang Xian made quick moves, and this time he incorporated a new understanding, incorporating many small moves of Dugu Nine Swords into the skills of Blastering Saber Technique. On the basis of swiftness and weirdness, the lethality and ruthlessness were greatly increased.

The whereabouts of Dugu Nine Swords are uncertain, and Fang Xian's moves are different from Linghu Chong's. With his body skills and reflexes, Dugu Nine Swords can almost cover the whole body of a person. After the previous slash, sometimes even he himself can't Determine where to hit the next knife.

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't use his internal strength, so he would naturally suffer losses if he fought with speed. He relied on his deep understanding and strength to resist.

"What a wonderful sword move..." Zhang Sanfeng became more and more involved in the fight, his face flushed, "This sword technique is completely contrary to the laws of my Wudang. It's chaotic... It's so chaotic... It turns out that swords can be used like this... "

After Zhang Sanfeng guarded for a while, he had already touched the way of Dugu Nine Swords, but it was only touched, it just opened another door of martial arts for him, if he wants to completely guard against it, he might not be able to use internal strength.

If this goes on like this, sooner or later, flaws will be exposed. Since Fang Xian only defends but does not attack, Zhang Sanfeng also feels that he is not polite.

"Extreme law versus extreme chaos, who will win..." Zhang Sanfeng swept his long sword to drive away this round of rapid attack, and stabbed with his long sword, "Shenmen Thirteen Swords!"

Before Zhang Sanfeng made his move, Fang Xian had already instinctively swung his sword. If he insisted on withdrawing his move now, he could still defend, but he would be passive, and would even lose due to Zhang Sanfeng's clever move.

Fang Xian thought that the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen was a move to control the enemy, not to kill the enemy, and he was not in danger. In this way, if he was faster, he did not believe that he would lose.

Dugu Nine Swords only attack but not defend, the purpose is very clear——

Before the enemy stabs himself with a sword, it is enough to stab the enemy.

Ever since, Fang Xian didn't care about Zhang Zhenren's sword at all, and just continued to immerse himself in the big sword, just taking advantage of the flaw of Zhang Zhenren's sword, and slashed three times in a row.

"Big Brother, Grand Master, don't work hard!"

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Tian, ​​the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen only hit the acupoints of people, and cannot hurt you."

"Sister, why are you so cruel?"

"Not ruthless? In order to win, Uncle Tian's knife should be faster."

Time froze, and each sword and knife pierced where they should have been stabbed, but not a drop of blood flowed out, and no one fell down.

The big knife hit Zhang Sanfeng's shoulder, and the long sword also hit the Shenmen acupoint on Fang Xian's right hand holding the knife.

Fang Xian's acupoints were flicked, his hands went numb, he lost consciousness, and the sword fell to the ground.

"Grand Master won?!" Zhang Wuji hurried over to see if the old man was injured.

"Wrong, my Uncle Tian won." Wang Yuyan also went over to support Fang Xian and rubbed his hands repeatedly.

Not only is Wang Yuyan rich in knowledge, but she also has great eyesight. She clearly saw that Dugu Nine Swords' moves were correct. Fang Xian grabbed Zhang Sanfeng's long sword and hit Zhang Sanfeng with the sword.

But, he used the back of the knife.

Zhang Sanfeng rubbed his shoulders, and said freely: "During the chaotic battle, Tian Xiaoyou still has the skill to reverse the blade, and Pindao lost."

Fang Xian wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "You don't need internal strength, just look at physical strength and moves. Tian is also well educated. How can this battle be bloody? Besides, Zhang Zhenren's sword is not the same. Slow down, did you turn the stab into a bullet?"

"Haha!" Zhang Sanfeng put away his long sword and praised him very much, "Take it all, my Wudang kung fu requires painstaking study, if your elusive swordsmanship is integrated into a solid foundation, if chaos is integrated into the law, maybe A new door."

With a bang, Zhang Sanfeng threw out a bunch of pamphlets like Santa Claus.

"Taiji Boxing", "Taiji Swordsmanship", "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu", "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu", "Smooth Sword Around Fingers", "Shenmen Thirteen Swords", "Tiyun Zong"...

There are a lot of exercises he mentioned earlier.

"Really Zhang..." Fang Xian counted the booklets, his body trembled, "You are so generous!!"

"Hehe." Zhang Sanfeng smiled variously, "Xiaoyou Tian, ​​when it comes to being poor, he no longer cares about gains and losses. He just wants to study deeper and practice more extreme. Although the meeting with you today is short, it is also very important. It will benefit Pindao a lot, and I will not be indebted to you for giving these exercises to you."

"Thank you, Master." Fang Xian put away these kung fu, thinking carefully that they are still useful.

Although I don't really practice it, I have said in the pages of the Wild Wind Sword Technique that there are more than ten realms of the Wild Wind Sword Technique, and a thousand swords in an instant is just the beginning of the word "fusion".

The next level is very likely to be integrated into the chaotic body of a hundred schools of martial arts, and a set of Wudang Kungfu is still very stable at the bottom of the box.

Zhang Sanfeng was also very interested in Fang Xian's sword skills. The old man wandered away by himself while thinking about it, very fascinated.

Zhang Wuji grabbed Tian Boguang: "Big brother, don't slip away, it's time for us to find our adoptive father."

"Look...find..." Fang Xian yawned, "Tomorrow, I'll go to bed first."

Back in the room, Zhao Linger had watched almost half of "One Piece".

"Hey! Are you back?" Linger's mantra quickly brought Fang Xian back to the real world.

"I'm going to take a shower..." Wang Yuyan knew that she couldn't do anything wrong in front of the two sisters, so she quickly let go of Fang Xian and went out to take a bath.

"Huh, I'm so exhausted this night, I'll tell you what I did." Fang Xian was eager to try.

"I want to play "One Piece"!" Ling'er wrapped Fang Xian's hand and shook it left and right, "I want to eat a devil fruit!"

"Don't make trouble... you should be able to play "The Age of Discovery" in the future..."

"People want to play..."

"Don't make trouble..."

Fang Xian was so tired that he fell asleep arguing.

Ling'er was happy, and helped him take off his clothes and socks, and covered him with the quilt.

"Sanggong, you are really tired recently..."

The next morning, Fang Xian was awakened by the knock on the door.

Outside, Xian's mother shouted in various ways: "Xian'er, someone is looking for you, get up quickly."

"Huh?" Fang Xian rubbed his eyes and stood up. Who else would come looking for him this year?

Putting on his clothes and going out, his bald and shiny bald head blinded his dog eyes in an instant.

The old man was busy eating breakfast with Fang, admiring the pickles from time to time.

"You...why are you here..." Fang Xian quickly sat down.

"Hmph, I agreed to inspect the house early in the morning, and I have been waiting for a long time..." The old man was angry at first, and then laughed again, "But this porridge is really good."

Fang hurriedly scratched his head and said, "Haha, it's all thanks to your training, Master."

Fang Xian fell cold, looked back at his mother, there were too many slots in this conversation.

Fortunately, my mother didn't mind, she just smirked: "Xian'er, you friends are so interesting."

While eating, people from all walks of life got up one after another, and a large table of people eating breakfast seemed crowded.

Lin Yueru came over and saw the old man, and asked, "Grandpa, is my father still in good health?"

Xian's father and Xian's mother were taken aback, feeling that the old man is a family member!
Just as he was about to go up to chat, Ling'er spoke again.

"Master, is my grandma okay?"

Xian's father and mother are a little dizzy, and the ethical relationship seems a bit complicated.

The last one is Wang Yuyan.

"Uncle, thank you for bringing me here..."

Four more words appeared in the minds of Xian's father and Xian's mother - human traffickers.

My son has been playing too deeply lately. After careful consideration, Xian's father and mother probably figured out what was going on.

Vietnamese brides, the price is 3 to 5, no money is required to escape, and the goods are sold, no refund will be given.

I bet this man is in the human population business, and his son is not a softie either. Buy two, get one free, and have Chef Fang as his companion.

(End of this chapter)