The stage is originally the battlefield of the storyteller. In order to please the audience, he needs to do his best to display his abilities here. But at this time, the stage became Fang Jie's battlefield.
Mu Shan, the Taoist sweeper, did not lie, he was a person who had been neglected for too long in the Sanqing Temple of Wudang Mountain. His world is not big, only as big as Zhang Zhenren's yard. It is his responsibility to make this small yard look clean, and it is his mission to make the simple food taste delicious.
But at this time, the mission imposed on him has become much heavier.
Fang Jie summoned all the tyrants from the rivers and lakes, and he did not hesitate to surrender his identity to fight Mushan, not because he wanted to pull the Taoists from Wudang Mountain down the mountain. So at this time, Mushan's mission is no longer to maximize the role of pots and pans, to maximize the role of each ingredient, but to carry the Sanqing concept.
So when Mu Shan stepped onto the stage, his steps were very slow, with his shoulders slightly slumped forward.
Like carrying a heavy load.
Ordinary people often mention a sentence, how to judge whether a person has practiced martial arts depends on his shoulders, the shoulders of people who practice martial arts all the year round will tilt forward slightly, which is called shoulder collapse. This posture doesn't look special, and only the warrior himself understands the reason for it.
But this is an ordinary warrior, not a practitioner.
Mu Shan never knew whether he was a practitioner or not, because he never practiced seriously, and no one taught him anything. He just lived with Zhang Zhenren for more than 30 years.
Isn't this a chance
"The real person asked me to do my best, but you are still a prince, so I don't know how to fight."
Dumb, honest.
Mu Shan's words made everyone present laugh, and the people from the smaller sects laughed harder.
"How do you fight?"
Fang asked.
Mu Shan thought about it carefully and then shook his head: "I have never hit before, so I am not used to it. But I am a little angry now, so the shot may be a bit heavy."
"why are you mad?"
Fang Jie asked again.
Mu Shan glanced at the smiling onlookers: "They are mocking me."
Fang Jie nodded: "Then you can prevent them from mocking you first, and then fight me."
Mu Shan was silent for a while: "I'd better fight you first, the real person didn't let me fight them."
After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, lowered his shoulders, and pushed forward with both palms. This move seems to be very slow, even a three-year-old child and a seventy-year-old man can dodge it. But this was just a look, when he pushed his hands forward, Fang Xie's expression changed involuntarily.
The combination of a layer of golden sharp power and earth power formed an extremely solid defense before Fang Jie was released. Mu Shan's seemingly slow slap turned into a turmoil. But this turmoil is a bit strange, the palm is calm, and there is no palm wind, as if nothing happened.
The distance between the two people was about three meters, and nothing really happened within these three meters.
Palm Wind suddenly appeared before Fang Jie's body, and slammed into that layer of defense fiercely. What surprised Fang Jie the most was that the palm wind was not a heavy blow, but a slash in a circle! It was as if there were countless small sharp knives hidden in the palm of the hand, sweeping them regularly, cutting through Fang Jie's defense layer by layer.
The red light in Fang Jie's eyes flashed and then disappeared, but in this flash, Fang Jie could clearly see the article in the palm of his hand.
This is a very strange kind of internal energy, which looks like one strand on the surface, but in fact there are countless tiny internal energy hidden inside, just like the paper strips of countless weeping willows are tied together. When swinging, not all the wickers are hit at once. When the first wicker is swung, the rear wickers have not yet completed the change from back to front.
Fang Jie's red eyes flashed, and he saw a beautiful scene.
To describe it, it is Mu Shan's inner strength, like a peacock spreading its tail.
But Fang Jie knew that it wasn't a peacock spreading its tail, it was just... a broom.
What a strange person, what a strange way of attacking.
What's even more strange is that after Fang Jie blocked the inner strength, the inner strength rushed directly behind Fang Jie like a river bypassing a big rock. Then a huge broom formed in mid-air and swept across the opposite stand.
With one click, everyone from the first floor to the third floor of the opposite stand was hit by the broom. No matter who it is, they can't avoid it. Not everyone knows what it feels like to be slapped with a broom. Who would slap someone with a broom? But only those who have been photographed can empathize. It is not only a kind of dense slight pain and itching, but also a sense of suffocation.
After a while, the clothes of all the people on the opposite floor to the third floor were torn, and small red marks appeared on their faces.
The reason why it is even more strange is that these people were all hit by brooms, but the things around them did not move at all, including teacups, teapots and even towels. If it is a sweep, it is without a doubt the most precise sweep.
"Huh?"
Seeing that Fang Xie didn't move, and his offensive seemed to have no effect on Fang Xie, Mu Shan was obviously surprised.
"How are you okay?"
Compared with the large number of ragged people in the opposite stand, Fang Jie, who bears the brunt, has not changed in any way. With just one slap, Mu Shan slapped everyone in the opposite stand in the face. He said before that he was a little angry because those people mocked him. A person with self-respect can't stand other people's mocking laughter.
But soon, his attention shifted from those people to Fang Jie.
Fang Jie didn't move, he felt a little disgusted.
It was as if the person in front of him was not a person, but a stone that he couldn't move when he was sweeping the yard. The broom swept over, and the stone was still there. So he could only keep on sweeping, comparing his strength with each other.
…
…
can't sweep
Still can't move.
At this moment, the onlookers knew how high this seemingly inconspicuous Taoist was. It was at this moment that people realized how high Wu Wang Fang Jie's cultivation was. Mu Shan kept sweeping, where there was no distinction between east, west, north and south, where the strength passed, most of the people who had ridiculed and laughed at him before were swept away, and suddenly became ragged. There are not many people who can stop Mu Shan's weird cultivation. And those who can stop are gritted their teeth and persisted, how can Fang Jie be so calm and breezy
Since it can't be swept, then change to a shovel.
Mu Shan's hands were clasped, as if he was holding a shovel, and he slammed toward Fang Jie's feet. This is a habit, shoveling things and rushing down.
How is a shovel that is shoveled fiercely different from a weapon
Fang Xie ducked his feet, and the stage let out a dull groan.
Under the strength of his feet, it spread down the stage, and with a bang, all the lanterns hanging on the bottom floor fell off. This was where the cooks were cooking. Fang Jie stepped down, and the big stove in front of the cooks The rising flames were all suppressed. Has anyone seen the flames burning down
After this kick, Mu Shan frowned.
Fang Jie stepped on his shovel.
He jerked back a few times, but remained motionless.
Only then did he realize that Fang Jie was not a rock that his broom could not sweep, but a mountain that even a shovel could not shovel. Fang Xie stepped on the shovel and couldn't pull it out. He naturally discarded it and stopped trying to grab it. Instead, he chopped back and forth with his palm knife as if he was hitting someone's back with his hands on his chest.
Fang Jie couldn't help admiring in his heart, it turns out that the world is really omnipotent in cultivation.
Mu Shan was chopping vegetables, to be precise, stuffing.
The two knives alternated alternately, extremely fast.
On top of Fang Jie's head, the knife fell one after another, each knife was faster than the other. The most miraculous thing is that the strength of each knife is exactly the same, the weight of the first knife is the same as that of the subsequent knife, and there is no change. Zhang Yiyang, who was sitting in the private room drinking tea, couldn't help sniffling after seeing this scene, as if he was looking for the scent of stuffing.
Really scented.
Fang Jie also sniffed vigorously.
“Pork and cabbage stuffed…”
He said something in a low voice, then shook his head: "Gu is not pork, nor cabbage, nor is it a cutting board."
He stretched his hands forward violently, and pulled back as if he had caught something in the void. With a bang, it was as if he had really pulled those two invisible handles from Mu Shan's hand. There were bloodstains. With Fang Jie's tug, the two kitchen knives flew backwards.
boom!
Two openings were cut in the three-story building after Fang got out, from the first floor to the third floor. When Fang Jie threw the two kitchen knives out, he adjusted his strength. The kitchen knife was cut from the partition wall between the two private rooms. In an instant, dust and pieces of wood flew up with a bang, and the Yanzilou was cut into two parts. The strip has a big opening half a meter wide.
The most painful thing is that the person sitting in the middle lost his support and looked like he was about to fall down, and he couldn't hold on for long. The frightened quacks up there started to jump down, and they all escaped like dumplings.
The broom is gone, the kitchen knife is gone.
Mu Shan was obviously taken aback for a moment, and then he murmured: "Sure enough, it takes a lot of effort."
He started to move, walking around Fang Jie. His speed was very fast, and he couldn't see people clearly after a while, only a circle of gray shadows remained, as if countless people were running around Fang Jie, afterimages were attached to afterimages, and it was hard to tell which one was the real body. Those disgraced quacks in the stands didn't have the heart to ridicule Mu Shan at this moment, they were all intimidated by the cultivation of the two people on the stage.
"That unremarkable Taoist has such a high level of cultivation, Wudang Mountain is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden!"
One of them said, spitting dust from his mouth.
"Don't you think that King Wu's cultivation level is obviously higher? Up to now, King Wu has not fought back but is just defending. You look back at the two big cuts. If this knife falls on you, can you stop it? But King Wu Taking the sword intent lightly is extraordinary!"
"that is!"
A person next to him said: "I have heard that King Wu's cultivation is astonishing, and now I have finally seen it."
There was a lot of discussion in the underground, but Fang Jie really couldn't help laughing this time. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he had endured a lot. The reason why I want to laugh is because the sentence Mu Shan said before really requires a lot of effort, and he is running around Fang Jie at this time, which is doing a lot of effort... Others don't understand, but Fang Jie guesses Here, Mushan is... grinding.
Sure enough, it takes a lot of effort.
Every afterimage was actually real, and the attacks coming towards Fang Jie from all directions were continuous like the Yangtze River. Not only that, there seemed to be a huge millstone on the top of Fang Jie's head, and it was turning with the push of Mu Shan, and the speed was getting faster and lower. He actually regarded Fang Jie as a bean and wanted to grind Fang Jie into powder.
After Fang Jie pondered for a moment, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked in the opposite direction.
Mu Shan was running clockwise, while Fang Jie kicked counterclockwise.
Click!
The grinding disc stopped suddenly!
Immediately after the millstone was blown away by the force of the sudden stop, it was Mu Shan who had bloodshot from the corner of his mouth that was shaken. Fang Jie stopped his millstone in the most direct way, and neither could he if the millstone couldn't bear it.
"I lost."
Sitting in the private room, Zhang Zhenren twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's really surprising how fast your cultivation base has entered. In the southwest, your cultivation base was far inferior to what it is now. With such a speed, it may not be long before you can reach it." I ran into that barrier. This world is really unfair. Either whoever is the strongest and persistent is the most successful. It still depends on talent... "
He gets up and leaves.
"Liu Sanduo."
"Master, what did you call me for?"
"From now on, you can stay in the Black Banner Army, and your master and the sixteen disciples of this line will also stay. Your master doesn't like to be noisy. If you have anything to do, you can contact the Black Banner Army. He just takes this Mai disciples do things, and in addition, Wudang Mountain does not fight for Taoist affairs, nor does it choose, and abstains."
After saying this sentence, Zhang Zhenren had disappeared into the night.