Qu Yuan died, but the rice dumplings were still being eaten; Dongpo died, but Dongpo's meat was still burning; even Chang'e and Wu Gang met each other, but the five-nut mooncakes were still firm. Tradition and culture may be the few things in the world that can overcome time. Even if things change, some habits will still be preserved along with word of mouth.
"The World's No. 1 Martial Arts Association" is a similar culture. It began in the Song Dynasty. It was a grand meeting of several martial arts sects in the martial arts world. The group met and went to have a leisurely onlooker. As a result, some masters of the small sect saw it, and it turned out that the masters of the big sect were also a bunch of weaklings, not as good as me.
Just like that, the small sects also asked to join the tearing battle, turning the Budokai into a high-profile event to compete for "No. 1 in the world". The martial arts leader and Dugu Qiucao, who often appear in martial arts novels, have similar meanings. It's just that the final winner doesn't move the crowd, and can only get the false title of number one in the world, and people in the same way will clap their hands and call him "Brother One".
But such things as false names have a kind of magic for people in the martial arts, just like watching the rotten girl who robs the tomb doesn't care about the plot at all, and just wants to see the cute pictures of the little brother and Wu Xie. All martial arts practitioners are proud to be able to participate in this grand event. If they can accidentally get the number one in the world, it will be a dick!
It's a pity that with the change of the mode of modern warfare, martial arts suffered a serious impact, many mysterious martial arts were lost, some well-known martial arts masters were killed by foreign guns and cannons, which seriously damaged the martial arts environment of the Celestial Dynasty.
Some people who know how to put on airs even opened up martial arts halls to teach, and foreign martial arts also invaded the overall situation, completely disturbing the world. That's why real martial arts practitioners refer to those ostentatious martial arts that can be seen on TV as the outer martial arts world, and define the world of those who have learned real martial arts as the inner martial arts world. An activity that is only open to Li Wulin.
Originally, this kind of activity was guided by the eight sects in turn, but since modern times, half of the eight sects have started selling souvenirs, and half have become 5A-level scenic spots. The monks have changed to consecrate female benefactors, and Taoist priests have sold incense to pray for blessings. After Gong Xi Fa Cai, the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament naturally became a situation in which the old Feng's family continued to be in charge. There is no way that there is no way to have the financial resources and the strength to hold such a grand event. It's just the old Feng family.
The old Feng's family also attached great importance to this grand event, and the lights and festoons had already started in 7 days, and the Feng's villa was filled with a festive atmosphere, bustling with activity.
As for the murder of the old Patriarch, it was also concealed internally, and only a few people knew about it. The purpose is not to disrupt the smooth holding of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference.
Eldest young master Feng Qianchi kept others low-key, but he himself had overstepped his role as the master of the family, and began to mobilize people at will. The siege of Baigui Yexing, as well as sending the Feng family's thirteen eagles and elders out, these are all things. Something he has absolutely no right to do.
The tension between the brothers is increasing day by day, gossip is everywhere, everyone is like an ant on a hot pot, or a restless adolescent boy sees the fuck community.
Finally, after dealing with many chores, Feng Qianchi began to focus on handling internal affairs. He called 19 of his brothers and gathered in Juyi Hall for a serious internal meeting.
The other brothers all came to the meeting place early and sat around the long conference table, but Feng Qianchi couldn't get out of it. It was half an hour past the agreed time before he pushed the door open. And Jin greeted him with a smile on his face, "Everyone has been waiting for a long time, I'm really sorry, I have some important matters at the moment, I just rushed over after finishing."
"Long waiting? I, Jin Junmei, tasted like a big bowl of tea and you came here. Didn't it just take a long time?" Feng Jiaren, the seventh oldest, held a blue and white teacup with a look of contempt on her face. As the eldest sister among the brothers and sisters , At 36 years old, she has a glamorous face, and her height of 180 makes many men feel inferior. Her plump body is full of explosive muscles for fighting.
The slaves all call her the female version of Feng Qianchi, and she has always been at odds with her elder brother, and she doesn't give way too much. Some people said that she wanted to be Wu Zetian of the Feng family. Whether it was true or not, she definitely had the aura to bring down the head of the family.
"Seventh sister, don't be so shameless? After all, I'm the big brother!" Feng Qianchi laughed and sat in the chief seat. With just this movement, the eyes of all the brothers and sisters at the table almost popped out. .
"Brother, have you been too busy lately? Your place is here, that's Daddy's place." The second child Feng Fengshan said with a grim face as he pulled the chair beside him and supported the back of the chair. Although the 39-year-old and Feng Qianchi are children of the same mother, the two brothers have always competed fiercely because of the relationship between the rankings. Whether they have played against each other publicly or in private, they have fought no less than a hundred times over the years, which is also considered a The biggest obstacle to Feng Qianchi's ascension.
"Oh? Is it the wrong seat?" Feng Qianchi leaned against the back of the huge patriarch's chair, and said softly, "I don't see it? After all, Daddy has already died, so I can't sit in this seat? Are you still here?"
"Daddy is gone?!" The news that was supposed to be crying did not make Daddy's group of good boys feel emotionally fluctuated, not even a single one shed tears. They had more or less got the news before they came, but Feng Qianchi just sat down on his ass.
"Who did it?" Feng Xixi, the youngest, asked calmly. Although his name is feminine, he is actually a man, but he just practiced the simple girl's kung fu and became a bit "Oriental Invincible" temperament.
"Who didn't come, of course who did it. Do you still need me to answer?" Feng Qianchi picked up the teacup and took a sip. Although it was cold tea, because it was drunk from the owner's cup, it was still the best in the world. tasty.
"I know the youngest one. Although he is a bastard, everyone has disliked him these years, but he is a smart person, and he has been loved by Daddy recently. He has no reason to do this!" The honest old fifth Feng Panshi clapped Standing up from the table, with a fierce look on his face, "I still believe you did it."
"As the saying goes, how daring a person is, how productive the land is, Xiao Quan'er is short-hearted and not short-hearted, and he really misses the position of master. Killing his father, seizing the family seal, and taking the stolen goods together, now Feng Jiayin and his confidants The charm is in the hands of a nirvana, otherwise you think I am full and will send the Feng family's thirteen eagles out at this time?" Feng Qianchi had already thought of all the rhetoric, the real information Mixed with lies, it is difficult to tell the truth from the false for a while.
"Who killed the father is another matter. Now that the position of the head of the family has been controlled, shouldn't we have a good talk?" Feng Jiaren, the old seven, put the topic on the right track.
"Eldest brothers have been fathers since ancient times, and I can be your father. Isn't it normal for the current Patriarch?" Feng Qianchi said as a matter of course.
"You really take your own face seriously. Are so many of our brothers dead here? You can be anything you want? I still want to be the president of the fucking bald eagle country? Is it possible?" The second child, Feng Fengshan, said with a look of contempt.
"I don't care what you can be. Anyway, I've already sat down, so I won't give it up to anyone else. If you're not convinced, you can come to me to grab it. It's fine for singles or gang fights, as long as you don't leave this place. Room, as long as I can admit defeat, I will give up my seat." Feng Qianchi said without moving.
"In that case, let me join in the fun!" The fourth brother Feng Dingtian, who was drunk and full of alcohol, woke up with a belch. An ordinary alcoholic uncle, but with ever-changing drunken fists, he can definitely be ranked in the top five among the twenty-one brothers. No matter how drunk he is, he still needs to be sober when he is robbing the position of the head of the family!
"Boom!" Just as the scene was tense, Eleven, who had a black hood on his head and a leather suit, pulled out a folding knife from the back of his waist, and with a flick of the knife, he chopped the long conference table in front of him into pieces. In two halves, with the long table as the boundary, the front end is all the top 10 high-ranking brothers, and the back end, from 11 to 20, is all brothers and sisters born in the 90s.
"The Dao has been drawn. We are all Big Brother's people. To be an enemy of Big Brother is to be an enemy to us. Think about it carefully, do you have a chance of winning if you really fight?" Feng Binghan, the eleventh, taught without cadence.
"Oh, the post-90s kids are really brave. What do adults say about kids mixed with wool? Only a kindergarten male aunt like you, Feng Qianchi, would bring this group of idiots to play with." Old Seven Feng Jiaren put down her teacup and stood up.
"Everyone, isn't it too small to fight here, and the clothes will get dirty!" The youngest Feng Xixi sighed sadly.
"The heart is dark, who cares about the clothes?" Feng Fengshan, the second child, sneered.
"Tonight is a moment worth human life, everyone, stop staring and do it." Feng Qianchi stepped on the table and pushed himself and the head of the family back by more than 2 meters, and the atmosphere in the room changed instantly.
Swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, hooks and forks, sticks, maces, hammers and claws, kidnappers, shooting stars, anything with points, thorns, edges, blades, velvet ropes, chains, and upside down The ones with hooks and the ones with Emei thorns were all taken out at once, and all tangible and intangible things in the room were destroyed.
This kind of blood splattered scene, a fight that would lead to death if one slacked off a bit, was a playtime between classes for the children of the Feng family, breaking each other's bones was as normal as throwing mud at each other. And in Feng's family, there are occasional experiences of children of Feng's family being beaten to death while playing... You must know that Feng Quan used to be ranked 24th...
It's just that when everyone becomes an adult, this kind of slapstick is replaced by mutual threats and exchange of interests. To be honest, this kind of adult play style is the damn frolic in Feng Qianchi's view. A real warrior should use his fists. Speak, shout with a blade, the closer you are, the more you should express your emotions with your own strength.
Seeing the brothers and sisters who don't want their own lives and don't pity the lives of others fight each other, Feng Qianchi really... never gets tired of it!