Goodbye, never see you again
Luo Qingzhou heard this, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Senior sister, did she ask you to tell Chu Feiyang this, or..."
Sister Dao looked at him strangely: "Is there any difference? Aren't they all you?"
Luo Qingzhou said: "I want to know if she recognized me."
Sister Dao thought about it carefully and said, "She didn't say anything else. She came before daybreak and told me to bring a message to him after seeing me. As for who this "he" is, I don't know either."
Luo Qingzhou thought for a moment and said, "That's Chu Feiyang."
Then he sighed and said, "I hope she keeps her word and doesn't come to see me again. Otherwise, I will have psychological trauma every time I go out and come back."
Sister Dao stared at the expression on his face for a while and said in surprise: "Chu Feiyang, you seem to be sincere in what you said. Are you really not interested in her?"
Luo Qingzhou asked back: "Why should I be interested in her?"
Sister Dao said as a matter of course: "Because she is very beautiful, has a good figure, and her surname is Nangong. She is a member of the royal family, has a noble status, and has a rich family property. Which man would refuse such a woman?"
Luo Qingzhou asked: "How do you know her identity?"
Sister Dao smiled and said, "Her carriage is very obvious, with the royal emblem on it. She told me her name is Gong Meijiao, and obviously a character is missing. Also, her clothes and temperament, as well as that expensive storage ring, are not what ordinary people should have. Of course, the most important thing is that whether you are Chu Feiyang or Luo Qingzhou, you are afraid of her. Isn't this obvious? You are a martial arts master and a scholar, and the son-in-law of the Qin family."
Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "I am afraid of her, not because she is a member of the royal family."
Sister Dao was walking in front and turned around and said, "But there must be this reason, right?"
Luo Qingzhou thought about it and couldn't refute it.
Sister Dao smiled and said, "Chu Feiyang, you haven't answered my question yet? Are you really not interested in her?"
Luo Qingzhou said without hesitation: "No."
Sister Dao thought for a moment and said, "That's right. Your wife is actually very beautiful. Although she is weak, she has another special graceful beauty. It's hard to forget her once you see her."
Luo Qingzhou didn't say anything else, but he couldn't help but think to himself: If I let you see my first wife, it would be really hard for you to forget her.
The two chatted all the way and soon arrived at Chunyuan Alley where the Lingxiao Sect branch was located.
Sister Dao looked ahead, frowned, and said in a serious tone: "Chu Feiyang, don't take what happened in the restaurant last night to heart for now. When you go there later, you still have to say hello to Senior Brother He and the others. After all, you will be training together in the future, and it is very likely that you will go out on missions together. You will see each other every day, so you still have to put in the effort on the surface. With the master there, he won't dare to act recklessly."
Luo Qingzhou said: "I know."
Sister Dao sighed and said, "For the sake of cultivation, some grievances are inevitable. In this world, strength is respected. When you become stronger than him in the future, he will naturally not dare to underestimate you anymore."
Luo Qingzhou said nothing more.
The two came to the door and knocked.
The sound of boxing and air bursting could be heard in the yard.
"Squeak..."
Nie Yunrong came over and opened the door. After seeing the two of them, she smiled and said, "Senior Sister Dao, Junior Brother Chu, come in quickly."
The two nodded and walked in.
In the front yard, the second senior brother Feng Yunsong was fighting with the third senior brother Zhang Yuanshan, and the others, including Sun Jiang, were watching from the side.
Sister Dao took Luo Qingzhou over, called out "Master" first, and then greeted everyone else.
He Yang was all smiles, as if he had forgotten what happened last night, and said, "Junior Brother Chu, I heard that you also practice boxing, you can go up and practice with them later."
Yan Mei, who was standing aside, simply nodded indifferently in response to the two people's greetings, without saying anything.
Feng Yunsong and Zhang Yuanshan fought for a while before they stopped fighting.
Sun Jiang frowned and said, "Yunsong, you said you have been practicing Kongshan Fist for half a year, but it seems to me that you have not even practiced it for a month? The fifth move, the eleventh move, and the last move were all terrible."
Feng Yunsong was immediately embarrassed and lowered his head and said, "My disciple is stupid."
Sun Jiang turned around and said, "Come on, follow me to the backyard, and I'll teach you again."
Feng Yunsong hurriedly followed.
The front yard suddenly became quiet.
He Yang and Yan Mei didn't say anything. They just turned around and left, going to the open space on the other side to practice.
Zhang Yuanshan wiped the sweat off his face, walked up to Sister Dao and Luo Qingzhou, smiled, and said, "Junior Sister Dao, Junior Brother Chu, don't take what happened last night to heart. We are all from the same sect, there is no need to act like enemies."
Sister Dao nodded and said, "I know. Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang, for speaking up for me last night."
Zhang Yuanshan smiled and said, "I'm just telling the truth. We've all been through this. Senior Brother He and the others are just having a hard time thinking it through. It's okay. They'll be fine in a few days."
The two talked for a while, and Zhang Yuanshan looked at the young man next to him and said, "I heard that Junior Brother Chu also practices boxing. Do you want to fight with me?"
Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "Then please give me more guidance, Senior Brother Zhang."
Sister Dao nudged him with her elbow and said with a smile, "Just spar with each other, but don't hurt anyone."
Nie Yunrong at the side said with a smile: "Don't worry, Senior Sister Dao. Senior Brother Zhang's boxing skills are very flexible and he won't hurt your little junior brother."
Sister Dao looked at her and said, "How did he become my family? Isn't he your junior apprentice brother?"
Nie Yunrong chuckled and said, "He is my junior fellow apprentice, but not from my family."
Sister Dao rolled her eyes at her and said, "You think too much. She is not my family."
Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan have already walked into the open space in front.
Zhang Yuanshan said with a smile: "Brother Chu, my punches are quite heavy, you better be careful."
Luo Qingzhou said: "Brother Zhang, please come."
"good!"
The two of them didn't say any more and started fighting directly.
Zhang Yuanshan's boxing is not only heavy but also fierce. The disadvantage is that his speed is slow, but his defense is very strong.
Luo Qingzhou used the flying plum blossom boxing technique.
This set of boxing techniques is only used by martial artists. When one reaches the martial arts master level, it actually has no power except for its fast speed.
What makes him truly powerful is his lightning-charged Thunder Fist and the Bull Demon Magic Skill.
Even the Mountain-Shaking Fist is much more powerful than the Plum Blossom Flying Fist.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The two men exchanged a few punches, and Luo Qingzhou retreated lightly, then relied on his speed to entangle the opponent.
At this time, He Yang and Yan Mei also came over and looked at the competition in the field.
Nie Yunrong was surprised and said, "Senior Sister Dao, Junior Brother Chu's boxing looks so cool and light. Although Senior Brother Zhang's boxing is more powerful, Junior Brother Chu can always break it. Junior Brother Chu is using softness to overcome hardness and using speed to avoid slowness. He should not lose."
Yan Mei, who was standing next to him, sneered after hearing this and said, "Senior Brother Zhang just didn't use his full strength. With the ferocity of his boxing skills, if a fight really started, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to take even ten moves. A fist is not a sword. It relies on strength and speed. Softness and lightness are useless. It will have no effect on others."
He Yang nodded and said, "Junior Sister Yan is right. This boxing style looks good, but it is not practical. Although it is fast, it lacks power. Fists, sticks, and swords are actually somewhat similar. They all rely on the power of the punch to win."
The two of them were commenting on the sidelines as the competition continued.
After fighting for a long time, Zhang Yuanshan saw that he couldn't hit the opponent, so he immediately increased his speed and strength.
At this time, Sun Jiang and Feng Yunsong came over and stood by to watch.
After watching for a while, Sun Jiang suddenly said, "Stop!"
The two people who were punching in the field stopped immediately.
Sun Jiang frowned and said sternly, "Yuanshan, I've said it many times, you can't let others get in the way with your fists. Even if he is your junior brother, you should use all your strength in the competition. As long as you don't kill him or disable him, nothing else matters. If you let him go, it's not loving him, but hurting him. When he goes out and meets the enemy, do you think the enemy will let him go?"
Zhang Yuanshan quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
Sun Jiang looked at the young man next to him and said, "Fei Yang, your boxing skills are really bad. Even if you practice them to perfection, they are useless. They should be boxing skills practiced by martial artists, right? You are already in the middle stage of martial artist, so haven't you ever practiced boxing skills exclusively for martial artists?"
Sister Dao at the side quickly answered for him: "Master, Chu Feiyang has always been practicing at home by himself, and he doesn't have any other boxing techniques."
Sun Jiang frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Come on, follow me to the back, I will teach you the basic boxing techniques exclusive to the sect's martial artists. You should practice this set of boxing techniques in the next few months."
Luo Qingzhou was about to thank him when He Yang suddenly said, "Master, this is not appropriate, right? Junior Brother Chu just joined the sect yesterday. According to the rules, he needs to wait a month, kneel down to worship the ancestor tablet, read the sect rules, and swear an oath before he can be taught the sect's skills, right?"
Yan Mei also said: "Master, this was the rule when we first entered. Even though he was brought in by Junior Sister Dao, I still think it's not appropriate to do this."
Sun Jiang glanced at the two of them, then looked at Zhang Yuanshan and Nie Yunrong, and said, "Yuanshan, Yunrong, what do you think?"
Zhang Yuanshan bowed and said, "When I first entered the sect, this was indeed the rule. But now Master is in charge. If Master trusts Junior Brother Chu, he can actually teach Junior Brother Chu the skills first, and then take Junior Brother Chu to the sect after a month.
Nie Yunrong said respectfully: "Disciple has no objection, disciple will obey Master."
Sun Jiang glanced at the others again, pondered for a moment, and said, "The rules are the previous rules, not set by the sect. Now that I am in charge here, I can naturally decide who should be accepted as a disciple and who should be taught the skills first. Since Fei Yang was brought here by Ling'er, I naturally trust him."
After that, he said in a deep voice: "Fei Yang, let's go to the back."
At this time, Sister Dao suddenly said, "Master, let's follow the previous rules. Since Senior Brother He and the others have done this before, I think it is necessary to let Junior Brother Chu wait another month until he goes to the sect to worship the ancestor's tablet. This will be fair to others."
Sun Jiang frowned and glanced at her. Just as he was about to speak, Luo Qingzhou also said respectfully: "Master, I am willing to wait for a month. During this month, I can practice on my own. I am not in a hurry."
Sun Jiang paused, stared at him for a while, then nodded and said, "In that case, let's wait another month. We will go to the sect in a month, and I will teach you the boxing techniques and internal skills. If you are lucky and win the competition in the sect, or complete the sect's mission, you may be able to go to the sect's martial arts pavilion and choose any skills you want."
Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."
Sun Jiang said nothing more and turned away.
The front yard was quiet for a moment.
Yan Mei snorted coldly, and couldn't help but sneered: "It's fine if you use the back door yourself, but even the people you brought with you want to use the back door. You don't rely on yourself to cultivate, but rely on connections. Do you still have any shame?"
Sister Dao's face darkened when she heard this: "Senior Sister Yan, are you talking about me?"
Yan Mei sneered, looked at her without avoiding her gaze and said, "Martial Sister Dao, who do you think I am talking about?"
Sister Dao clenched her fists, her face livid as she said, "I didn't use any backdoor, nor did I let Junior Brother Chu use any backdoor. I joined the sect based on my own abilities, not relying on any connections."
Yan Mei sneered, turned her head and looked at He Yang beside her and said, "Brother He, do you believe it?"
He Yang smiled calmly and said, "Forget it, give Master some face."
Yan Mei sneered and said, "Junior Sister Dao, how did you enter the sect? I dare not comment because I don't know. But he..."
A surge of anger suddenly rose in Sister Dao's chest: "What's wrong with him? Chu Feiyang also came in with his own ability. Although I introduced him, Master saw his talent for cultivation. He is young, but he has already reached the middle stage of martial arts cultivation, no worse than you."
Yan Mei's face was full of sarcasm: "He is indeed no worse than me. A grown man, but his punches are so soft, like a woman embroidering. Of course I can't compare with him. My iron rod is not as beautiful as his embroidery."
Sister Dao clenched her fists: "Sister Yan, do you really think your iron rod is powerful?"
Yan Mei sneered, "At least it's better than your sword. Why, you want to try it?"
Sister Dao took out her own knife and said sharply, "Would I be afraid of you?"
Zhang Yuanshan hurried over to mediate the fight: "Junior Sister Yan, Junior Sister Dao, forget it, we are all sisters from the same clan, why do this? If Master sees this, we will all be punished."
Nie Yunrong also quickly pulled Sister Dao and said, "Senior Sister Dao, forget it, let's go and spar."
Yan Mei said with disdain: "You have just been promoted to the early stage of martial arts, you are not qualified to fight with me. I am afraid that if I hit you with a stick, your precious sword will be broken immediately, and I can't afford to pay for it. If you cry at that time, I won't be able to comfort you."
Sister Dao was so angry that her face turned pale. She clenched the handle of her knife and was about to speak when Luo Qingzhou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, "Senior Sister Yan, is your stick very hard?"
Yan Mei looked at him with disdain: "At least it's harder than your fist."
Then she glanced at a certain part of his body and sneered, "It's naturally harder than that part of your body."
Luo Qingzhou nodded and said, "Sister Yan, I actually have a stick here too, and I think it's also very hard. If Sister Yan is willing, we can give it a try."
After saying that, he took out a black wooden stick from the storage bag.
After listening to this, Yan Mei took another look at the wooden stick in his hand and couldn't help but sneered: "Junior Brother Chu, are you sure that your wooden stick is hard?"
Feng Yunsong, who was standing by, couldn't help but laugh: "The stick is very hard... Junior Brother Chu is teasing us, right?"
He Yang couldn't help but smile.
Only Sister Dao tightly gripped the handle of the knife in her hand, looking at the young man beside her seriously.
She was very familiar with his gaze and expression.
Luo Qingzhou gently stroked the wooden stick in his hand and said calmly, "It may not be too hard, but I think it should be harder than Senior Sister Yan's iron stick. Senior Sister Yan, do you want to try it?"
The scene fell silent.
Yan Mei narrowed her eyes, stared at him coldly for a while, and sneered: "Are you sure you want to try?"
Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said, "If Senior Sister Yan takes back the insults she just said to Senior Sister Dao, I can not try. Otherwise, if Senior Sister Yan cries, I won't be able to comfort her."
As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Mei burst into laughter.
He Yang and Feng Yunsong couldn't help laughing too.
Even Zhang Yuanshan frowned and shook his head.
Feng Yunsong couldn't help laughing and said, "Junior Brother Chu, you are too arrogant, aren't you? Junior Sister Yan's iron stick was made of black iron with runes and other fine materials added. It took more than ten days to refine in the refining furnace. It is a family heirloom. Even some indestructible swords and knives can't withstand its fierce attack. Even steel can be flattened by a stick. So, do you know how funny the joke you just told is?"
He Yang sneered at the side and said, "It's understandable that you are young and frivolous. But it's not good to be arrogant and look down on others. It will only embarrass yourself."
Luo Qingzhou ignored their ridicule, still holding the wooden stick in his hand, looking at the woman opposite and said: "Senior Sister Yan, I also spent a lot of money to buy this wooden stick. If you break it, I don't want you to pay for it, and I won't cry. But if it is your iron stick that breaks, I hope that Senior Sister Yan can also not let me pay for it, and don't cry, okay?"
“Swish!”
Yan Mei didn't waste any more time talking to him. She pulled out the iron rod from behind her and sneered, "Since you insist on embarrassing yourself, then as your senior sister, I will naturally help you. Don't worry, with so many people as witnesses, we are all warriors and we naturally know the rules. If you get hurt, you should treat yourself. If your weapon is broken, it's your own bad luck. Come on, as your senior sister, I can let you hit me three times first. After three times, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Zhang Yuanshan was about to go forward to persuade him, but He Yang glanced at him, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the two of you can spar with each other. Master also advocates it. At most, a wooden stick will be broken and there will be some bruises on your body. My own junior brother, Junior Sister Yan, will not use heavy hands."
Zhang Yuanshan frowned when he heard him say this, and didn't dare to persuade him anymore.
Yan Mei held the stick across her chest and sneered, "Brother Chu, use your strength. If the stick doesn't have any strength left, then you, as a man, will be completely useless."
As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Yunsong next to him burst into laughter.
Luo Qingzhou clenched the wooden stick in his hand, and without saying anything else, he rushed forward. The internal force in his body surged to his arms, and the wooden stick in his hand suddenly rose up, and then fell down with a "swish"!
"The first move!"
Yan Mei looked at his chaotic stick moves, said something contemptuously, stood still, and raised the iron stick in her hand to block.
"Bang!"
The wooden stick fell heavily on the iron rod that was lying across her.
Her arm shook violently, her palm almost split open, and she was secretly shocked, but the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.
With such force, given the hardness of her iron stick, the opponent's wooden stick would probably be broken immediately.
"Kachcha!"
Sure enough, a breaking sound was heard.
Just as she was about to sneer, her arms suddenly loosened, and the same iron rod in her hands... strangely broke into two pieces...