I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 21 Don't cause trouble, don't be afraid of trouble
Song Boyu had originally planned to attract Xun Feipeng's attention, so he readily agreed.

Ba Ang had been playing for a whole morning and was still not satisfied. He felt that he wanted to play a few more games while he could still compete with Song Boyu. He also wanted to show Song Boyu's face in front of everyone and take the opportunity to blend in, so he happily agreed.

The three of them walked to the martial arts field, and Xun Feipeng announced that the two would compete. The other registered disciples surrounded the city and looked at the two.

Almost at the same time, Mei Song, a red-faced man, walked in.

Mei Song changed his clothes, but the swelling on his face had not subsided. It was still as swollen as a pig's head. When he saw a group of people gathered around, he found an acquaintance and asked, "What happened?"

"Baang brought a little furry kid here to learn skills and compete with each other. I heard that this furry kid has talent..."

When Mei Song heard this, he suddenly became angry.

He thought he was attacked by Ba Ang and that brat yesterday, completely forgetting that he was the one who provoked it first, and when the anger in his head came up, he shouted loudly: "Wait a minute!"

Ba Ang and Song Boyu, who were about to compare their skills, stopped and looked back, and couldn't help laughing.

When the others saw Mei Song like this, their expressions were also very strange, and they were all suppressing laughter.

Xun Feipeng frowned slightly when he saw Mei Song: "Mei Song, what's the matter with you?"

Mei Song stepped forward. He was about to say that he was beaten yesterday, but he felt that it would be a shame to go out, so he said, "I have met Master Feipeng. I am very happy to see this little brother. Since we are competing, why not let me do it."

Xun Feipeng felt that he was holding back his bad intentions and was not going to agree, but Song Boyu snorted coldly: "You didn't get enough slaps yesterday, and you still want to learn from me today?"

Mei Song originally felt that what happened yesterday was embarrassing and didn't want to talk about it, but Song Boyu exposed it in front of everyone. He immediately got angry and twisted his body and punched as fast as a tiger and leopard: "You little bastard, that was your sneak attack. I'm going to beat your mouth to pieces." , teach you how to be a good person!"

Song Boyu's eyes flashed. In front of a large audience, he did not maintain the state of returning from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood yesterday, but just stared at the other party.

Most of the onlookers thought that Song Boyu was frightened, and shook their heads secretly, but Xun Feipeng saw that he was calm and composed, and thought to himself: How to avoid it?Even if it is rigid and soft, it is also...

Mei Song's punch had already reached Song Boyu's face, and the wind could be felt through his nose. At the critical moment, his body was limp and boneless, and he lowered his waist at an incredible angle to avoid it. His body reversed a circular arc and grabbed the opponent's ankle. His whole body was like a tight spring, exerting force A twist.

Click!

There was an extremely crisp sound of muscles and bones being split apart, and Mei Song screamed in response. He fell to the ground instantly, his feet bent at right angles.

Everyone onlookers gasped, feeling the pain.

Some of them thought that Song Boyu would win, but they never thought that he would win so quickly and so cleanly.

Someone lost their voice and asked: "The Dzogchen of Hardness and Softness?"

Song Boyu was very dissatisfied with this guy who came to provoke him for no reason. After he fell to the ground, he bounced back like a tumbler and used his strength to collapse on his back. He smashed Mei Song so hard that he screamed and kept cursing: "You little bastard." My grandson, I am your ancestor..."

Xun Feipeng was shocked and lost his mind. At this time, he realized what he was doing and stepped forward to separate the two of them. He straightened Mei Song's ankle and stopped Mei Song from yelling: "Since you lose, it means you are not good at kung fu. Go back and practice more." You’re not here to show off your rhetoric!”

Mei Song felt so ashamed that he got up angrily, stopped yelling, stared at Song Boyu with resentment and said slowly: "I remember you, I hope you will remember me too, I am Mei Song, remember who you angered!"

After finishing speaking, he looked angrily at the brothers around him, turned around and walked out of the gate.

Song Boyu's expression was calm. He didn't cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of it either.If the other party bullies you, if you don't fight back, you will be a loser.

However, you must be on guard against that resentful expression.

Xun Feipeng didn't care about Mei Song who spoke harshly, and pulled Song Boyu to look at the rare treasures, and said in a low voice: "Your strength is not only hard and soft, but you may be really talented, or it may be a mutation after the spiritual energy entered your body. , in short, work hard and don’t waste it.”

At two o'clock, Song Boyu and Ba Ang returned to Ba Ang's courtyard together.

Ba Ang said apologetically, "Bo Yu, I'm to blame for this, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have offended Mei Song, a guy whose eyes are smaller than an asshole.

But don’t worry, he will at most get some bad friends to take revenge, and I also have some friends, so at worst there will be a fight. "

Song Boyu shook his head and smiled, "It's not your fault. Sometimes if we don't cause trouble, trouble will come to our door. Soldiers come to cover up the water and soil, it's just a plum tree."

The two of them no longer discussed this person, but instead studied and discussed how to apply the secret technique of hardness and softness to the tiger-shaped energy.

In fact, Song Boyu had already deduced this in his dream, but in order not to shock the world, he decided to take his time.

It wasn't until the sunset that Song Boyu said goodbye to Ba Ang, who had tried every means to persuade him to stay, and got up to go home.

On the way, he made a special trip to Zhengjiao Street. During the day, there are more vendors here, and the noise of hawking keeps coming and going.

Song Boyu shopped for a while with great interest and bought two sugar figures, a piece of satin cloth, a pair of green-soled iris embroidered shoes and a pair of white-soled cuckoo embroidered shoes.

After shopping, Song Boyu walked quickly.

Xiuniang and Yingning were looking at the door. When they saw Song Boyu, Xiuniang was happy at first, then frowned and whispered: "Brother, why did you buy something again..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Song Boyu stuffed a sugar figurine into her mouth. Ying Ning grabbed Xiuniang's clothes and looked at Song Boyu, and also got a sugar figurine.

Xiuniang took out two licks and said angrily: "Brother, how can we just buy these snacks to entertain children? It costs too much. We are not allowed to buy them in the future. Yingning and I are both grown up girls!"

Yingning licked the candy man vigorously, blinked her big eyes, and nodded along with Xiu Niang: "It's so sweet, ah, yes, we are big girls now."

Song Boyu smiled and touched their heads: "Okay, I know you are big girls. Big girls don't eat sweets, so why don't you give them to me?"

Upon hearing this, Yingning shook her head vigorously and hid behind Xiu Niang.

Xiu Niang rolled her eyes at him, stuffed the candy man directly into Song Boyu's mouth, and whispered: "No leftovers are allowed."

Song Boyu was speechless and took a bite of the candy. It was sweet and had the fragrance of the girl's mouth. He couldn't help but blush:
"I also bought a piece of satin and two pairs of embroidered shoes for you. Let's try them in the house first. Don't stay here."

It was only then that Xiuniang noticed that Song Boyu was carrying a burden on his back, and his face was full of joy. She tried hard to control the smile, but the crooked eyebrows still betrayed her.

What girl doesn't like new clothes, let alone satin woven from fine linen.

Ying Ning's eyes widened, and she asked cutely, "Do you have mine too?"

Song Boyu bent down and pinched Yingning's small face, and swallowed a mouthful of sugar figurines: "Yes, I bought them for you, go back to the house and try on the new shoes. The new clothes need to be cut by your sister Xiuniang. "

That night, Xiu Niang specially measured the figures of the three of them, and said seriously: "This piece of red satin is just enough to make a new gown for my brother, and two sets of deep skirts for Ying Ning and I. I will go to the ready-made clothes tomorrow. The store will do some research and make sure to cut out the best new clothes."

Song Boyu looked at Xiu Niang, whose eyes were full of fighting spirit, and said with a smile: "As long as it is made by my sister, it is the best."

Xiu Niang's cheeks were slightly red and she gave Song Boyu a rollicking look: "Brother is getting more and more glib."

Ying Ning looked at Xiu Niang with admiration, thinking that Xiu Niang was as powerful as her own mother.

She touched the new embroidered shoes with admiration and imagined in her heart: If I find my father, will he be as good to me as Brother Boyu?

She squeezed the fingers inside the clothes tightly, her eyes gleaming with hope.

(End of this chapter)