The old Feng family has been passed down for thousands of years. After several dynasties, from troubled times to prosperous times, it has either declined or experienced turmoil, but it has never died out.
This is not only due to their superb martial arts and strict family rules, but also because each generation of their patriarchs knows the principle of following the trend, and the perfect integration with the times can ensure that the Feng family can be recognized by those in power no matter which dynasty they are in. At least no one has ever tried to eradicate them completely.
That's why Feng Wanli reined in the precipice and would rather tear himself apart with his eldest son than pass on the title of Patriarch to Feng Quan.
Feng Qianchi was gifted with extraordinary talent. He had been superior to the heroes since he was a child, and he was addicted to the fantasy of power and couldn't extricate himself. Unable to judge the world and seize the degree, Mortal likes to use force to force it, and does not understand what it means to save the country with curves.
But Feng Quan is different, he is born to be bullied, he understands the survival of the weak better than anyone else, he is full of curiosity and affection for everything in this world, and he also has a sense of awe. He deeply understands that the days of fighting the world with kung fu and sword are over. To put it bluntly, he knows better than anyone how to be a man with his tail between his legs.
In today's world where there are tall buildings everywhere and planes and cannons are used in wars, the old Feng family is not a weak one, what they need is a patriarch who endures humiliation.
Feng Qianchi refuses to accept it, and I believe everyone will also refuse to accept it, so Feng Quan must grow into a stronger existence than anyone else, and then he can tell everyone that even I am a human being with my tail between my legs, do you still dare to be a wolf with a big tail
The battle between Feng Quan and Feng Qianchi decided whether the old Feng family's thousand-year-old foundation could continue or perish at any time. Even if others only think that this is brotherly dog-eat-dog, at least Feng Quan and Shen Ming understand the true meaning of it.
"Xiaoquan'er, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your kung fu has improved! You can't even lock your seventy-two acupoints, you are really as strong as a demon god." Feng Qianchi was not stingy when facing this little brother who was once doted on in every possible way. Words of praise.
"..." Feng Quan looked at his brother, didn't speak, and walked towards Qi.
Feng Qianchi instinctively made a fighting gesture, but Feng Quan walked over without seeing it, came to the edge of Buertai, and picked up the mobile phone that Feng Qianchi had thrown away.
The video from the surveillance camera was still playing on it, but it was no longer the clip of how Feng Qianchi killed his father that night, but the process of Feng Wanli teaching Feng Quan every night.
"Old man, just let me go! I'm almost considered a fool!" Feng Quan was lying on the desk, holding "Feng Family History" in his hand, begging for mercy, and beside him, watching The books I have read are already placed at the height of a lamp, and the family history that I have not read on the other side is as tall as a person.
"Shut up! How can the Patriarch of the Feng family look up to his ancestors and recite his family history? You must read the family history. You must understand the past in order to lead the family into the future." Feng Wanli sternly whipped Feng Quan awake to continue reading.
Fast-forwarding the video, when Feng Quan fell asleep again, Feng Wanli's pointer was hanging in the air and did not hit, but took off his coat and covered his back.
The last paragraph was secretly recorded by Feng Wanli facing the camera, and it was a cruel confession that a tough guy had never done in his life, "Quan'er, I'm sorry, there are some things I really can't say to you in person, if you have the chance I must have died when I saw this video.
I know that you have not had an easy time in the past 16 years. Your brothers and sisters always bully you, and the instructors are also very strict with you. Several aunts (Feng Wanli's wives) also made things difficult for you. In fact, I have seen all these, and I know it.
Many times I couldn't help but want to help you out, but I endured it, because I hope my son Feng Wanli, no matter when he encounters any difficulties, he can grit his teeth and survive by himself. I can help you for a while, but I can't keep you forever.
When one day you have to face everything alone, then you will become extremely strong, like the rock in the mountain that is not afraid of blue thunder, like the Kunpeng in the sky, the sky and the earth let you soar.
I know that as a father, I am incompetent. I have not given you the same fatherly love as other children, and I have hardly accompanied you.
I know that in your heart, I am a jerk, a drunk who fucked your mother and ended up irresponsibly having sex with you.
But no matter how bastard I am, I'm still your father. This kinship will not change because of what we have done, or will do.
This is the fetters bestowed on us by God, which can be cut through with anything.
No matter what I did, for the sake of father and son, please forgive me? I don't ask you to have no grudges against me, at least after I die, come to my grave every year on the festival day, put a stick of fragrance, and talk to me about the happy and unpleasant things of your day.
Of course, don't forget to bring me a jug of good wine, your father and I don't have any other hobbies, just like the thing in the glass.
Quan'er, in fact, I... really love you more than myself. "
"The elders say whether you love it or not... Zhenji, I can't watch it anymore! I can't watch it anymore!" Feng Quan said with a deep breath, and turned off the video, with tears in his eyes.
It's a pity that he didn't even let the tears hang on his face for a while, and all of them evaporated into steam and floated into the sky. That's fine, maybe in this way the father in heaven can feel his own sorrow, right
"Are you optimistic? I don't have so much time to wait for you to be sad." Feng Qianchi hates the feeling of being ignored.
"Brother, my father said that we all have unresolved ties. I understand the truth. The Feng family, whether they are wild or orthodox, as long as the blood of Feng is flowing in their bodies, they are a family. What are the hurdles that cannot be overcome by a family? If you make a mistake, you will be beaten and scolded, and you will be punished. Is it true that you will not admit it? The more difficult it is, the more we must unite , internal strife will not help the Feng family, it will only make us perish early, don't you want to see our descendants displaced in the future, don't you know how great your ancestors were once? So, if you admit your mistake now, I forgive you and stay If you die, I won't kill you. No matter how bastard you are... you are my big bastard brother." Feng Quan turned back and smiled.
"Wrong? I am the orthodox 19th generation master of the Feng family. Why is there anything wrong? Even if I am wrong, who dares to say I am wrong with the Feng family seal in my hand?" Feng Qianchi screamed wildly.
"Brother, you are really seriously ill, let me give you a ride, and let you go to the underworld to find your father and confess your mistakes face to face." Feng Quan casually threw away the phone, and the vastness of wild energy made the phone turn into a ghost in mid-air. A piece of broken powder, scattered with the wind.
"Okay! Let me see how strong you are, the successor who has become a monk halfway through! Anti-Bawangquan!" Feng Qianchi thrust half of the Evergreen Sword into the rock of Fuji with a flick of his hand, full of energy With vigorous movement, the fist seemed to be covered with a circle of black Gang Qi.
Feng Quan came to the front with a flash, put his palm flat on his chest and said softly, "After seeing it, you will die."
With a bang, like an explosion, Feng Qianchi was directly sent flying. The thick and hot air waves blew past everyone.
Feng Qianchi grabbed the ground with his black claws, and stopped when Fuji tore apart five 10-meter-long marks. It disappeared in a flash again, and came to Feng Quan's body.
"If you want to kill me, are you qualified?" Feng Qianchi grabbed Feng Quan's head with his black air-filled palm, and slammed into the Fuji platform with a bang. The impact shook the relief of the dragon into pieces. It was crushed, and the huge stone platform trembled like an earthquake, pulling the surrounding iron chains to sway together, and the spectators standing on it were almost thrown off.
"Brother shot too hard, it hurts a bit!" Feng Quan grabbed Feng Qianchi's wrist, turned around and threw the elder brother into the air, flying a distance of three meters.
Feng Quan grabbed a large piece of rubble beside him, and smashed the rubble weighing hundreds of catties like a cannonball. Feng Qianchi punched them one by one and turned them into powder dust. When the last one was crushed, Feng Quan's red body appeared behind the dust.
With a move of double fists and a hammer fall, Feng Qianchi was beaten back to the position where Feng Quan had just fallen, and the whole Buertai trembled even more.
Facing the falling dust, Feng Quan grabbed his throat by Feng Qianchi who stood up before he landed.
"Die to me! Die! Die!" Feng Qianchi punched Feng Quan's chest, black energy penetrated his body, and then spewed out from Feng Quan's back, forming groups of black puddles. The air waves are like continuous explosions.
"Do you think I don't want to die? It's that bastard father who entrusted me with the lives of this big family. Do I dare to die before you?" When another punch came, Feng Quan choked Feng Qianchi's wrist forcefully exerted strength in mid-air, and he hit Feng Qianchi's forehead with a head hammer. Immediately, the blood rushed more than 5 meters away, and Qianchi flew backwards.
"Bah, it hurts enough." Feng Quan, who finally landed, spit out a mouthful of blood to the side, and the blood turned into red steam and dispersed before landing.
"That's enough, didn't you say that there is an unstoppable bond between us?" Feng Qianchi said grimly with half of the blood oozing from his forehead, "Now, I'll show you."
After finishing speaking, Feng Qianchi activated a steady stream of zhenqi. He gambled all his life's knowledge and exhausted all his zhenqi. The ground under Feng Qianchi's feet naturally cracked and decomposed, and the broken stones were agitated by the zhenqi and floated into the air. It looks like anti-gravity.
"The only thing you can cut off is your own humanity, right?" Feng Quan sighed helplessly, the red light around him also became more shining, the ground under his feet disintegrated, and the gravel also floated up.
This is the ultimate of qi, the most mysterious power in ancient martial arts. Perhaps as early as a thousand years ago, those practitioners had found the way to become a god. Look at the current Feng Quan and Feng Qianchi, how can they still look human.
Shen Ming felt that he was a bit of a super Saiyan when he used the dragon spit beads, but compared with the two in front of him, they were Goku and Vegeta, and he was at Kobayashi's level at best.
They don't need science grades, don't need weapons, they should be the ultimate expression of human beings...