Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 10
The ancient martial arts mentality was originally deduced from the Taoist cultivation method. As Ren Qinglian continued to practice the nameless mentality silently, a cool air gushed out from the inner strength that wandered around his body, making him The Lingtai of Lingtai became clear again.

However, Ren Qinglian was still just beginning to see the way in the cultivation of this nameless mental method. Following the sound of Murong Xuan's song, his mind was turbulent again, and he couldn't help being secretly surprised: so evil?There is actually that kind of bewildering power in her singing!
The thought flashed, Ren Qinglian's body swayed slightly, she gritted her teeth and turned her mind to the extreme, her whole face flushed red.

"No!" Ren Qinglian still had a sliver of clarity in her mind, seeing Murong Xuan walking in lotus steps, she hurriedly stood up and said: "The song is a good song, but the words are too ordinary."

Murong Xuan was taken aback for a moment, but soon sneered: "If Pavilion Master Ren can't hold on, just admit defeat, why bother to make such nonsense! Or do you think Mr. Ren has a better word?"

Ren Qinglian saw that she had finally stopped the ecstasy, she smiled without blushing and heartbeat: "That's natural."

Murong Xuan stared at him suspiciously, "Could it be a plan to delay the attack?"

Ren Qinglian sneered: "I am afraid that you will not be able to sing this famous poem through the ages!"

Murong Xuan glared, and snorted: "Then you should read it carefully, if... if it is really as good as you said, you will win this martial arts competition."

"What do you mean if you win? My son is already holding the winning ticket, okay? If it weren't for the girl's words that ruined the song too much..." Ren Qinglian said with a face of disbelief, and when she saw Murong Xuan clap her hands On the guzheng, he hurriedly suppressed his voice: "A word from a gentleman..."

"Hurry up!" Murong Xuan glared at him angrily.

Only then did Ren Qinglian sing triumphantly: "The tide of the Spring River connects to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea coexists with the tide. The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight on the Spring River..."

"This poem..." Murong Xuan was stunned for a moment, but from the first sentence, she knew what Ren Qinglian said was true.

On the high platform, Catcher Xing turned his head to look at the three generals: "Who wrote this poem?"

"You don't know?" The old general asked back angrily. The three of them were all from martial arts background. If Catcher Xing came to ask them about their poems, wouldn't it be playing the piano against a cow.

Catcher Xing finally came to his senses and gave a dry laugh.Although he is a little proficient in literary and ink, he is not a scholar after all. After thinking about it, he can't remember when he heard such a poem, and he can't understand the Pavilion Master Ren.

In the stands, seeing Ren Qinglian, who was already on the verge of collapse, suddenly reversed the situation, all the warriors watching the battle looked sideways.

"This 'Merry Sword Ruffian' actually knows the evil skills of the Nishang School?"

Yingang is invisible and can confuse people's hearts. In the eyes of many warriors, it is an evil skill.

Because the distance was too far, everyone didn't hear the agreement reached by the two people on the field, but now seeing Ren Qinglian opened her mouth, as if reading a poem, and then, it actually made Murong Xuan lose his mind. It seems that the evil skills of these two people are probably on par.

Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower and Moon Night" has been passed down through the ages, so it is naturally well-deserved. After Ren Qinglian finished reading the whole poem, she looked at Murong Xuan with a calm face, and reminded: "I am willing to bet and admit defeat!"

Murong Xuan stared at him with a complicated expression for a long time before saying, "You made this poem?"

"Not bad." Ren Qinglian said in a panic without blushing.

"Okay, I admit defeat!" Murong Xuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief suddenly, "Mr. Ren is both civil and military, can I sing this poem?"

"Of course." Ren Qinglian naturally didn't care about the plagiarized things.

"Then... let's meet later." Murong Xuan blushed slightly, saying that Shi Shi suddenly left.

In the stands off the field, there was a blast.

"The winner is decided so quickly?" It was just a poem, and everyone felt a little unacceptable.

However, some people think that this should be the case: "Murong Xuan has lost to Pavilion Master Ren in the martial arts he is best at. Everyone, don't forget that the Ren family's Taixu Butian swordsmanship is the unique skill of Pavilion Master Ren." !"

"Hiss!" After saying this, many people started to gasp.

Ren Qinglian didn't even notice when Murong Xuan left, just as he didn't know how the other party landed in front of him.

The entire process of the martial arts competition seemed inscrutable and thrilling to outsiders, but it was actually a bit of a joke, which made the four examiners on the high platform look at each other in blank dismay.

However, Ren Qinglian looked at the other side of the school martial arts field with a concerned expression.

In contrast, the competition between Ge Xiyuan and Tong Guan was much more intense, and it seemed that it was time to decide the winner.

Ge Xiyuan made a three-foot iron rod, and Ren Qinglian's previous sarcasm and doubts made him extremely optimistic about the outcome of this contest, and he really used his skills.

Tong Guan was originally a ranger from Bingzhou, and he came here this time because of the Huangji Pill. Therefore, this battle is also very important to him.

Up to now, the two of them have already become really angry.

I saw Ge Xiyuan make a move of "hitting mandarin ducks with a stick", he tightened his wrist and retracted the stick, halfway through the stick, Gedeng rang again, and it had turned into a long stick of over seven feet, sweeping across the middle with an extremely shocking wind!
Tong Guan showed disdain on his face, and said slightly: "The prestige of the 'soul chasing stick' turns out to be stretchable like a tortoise!"

As soon as the words fell, the Mo Dao in his hand was slanted on his shoulders, and he used the move "Flying Immortal from Heaven", encircling Ge Xiyuan into a cold shadow of the sword.

"Hmph, it's a small skill, but it's just the same method of Shaolin's "Magic Wand Subduing Method", and it dares to call it "Flying Immortals from Beyond the Sky"!" With a slight flick of the big sleeve, the person is already floating three or four feet away, as if he was relying on the wind to resist the wind.

Ren Qinglian was startled by Ge Xiyuan's light and agile movements, "Hey" and said to herself: "Could this be the Wuxiang Qiankun Step of the Kongtong School?"

Sure enough, Tong Guan said with a sullen face: "Wuxiang Qiankun is really wonderful!" After speaking, he saw the Mo Dao in his hand shattered and fell to the ground.

Ge Xiyuan laughed aloud: "Brother Tong travels across Bingzhou, he is a chivalrous man, Gemou has always admired him, but this battle is about the honor of the teacher, so he has to be offended!"

Tong Guanmo's saber is broken, and if he continues to fight, he will be bored. Although he doesn't know where the opponent's phrase "it's about the honor of the teacher" comes from, Ge Xiyuan's words still make him look better, "Don't dare! Don't dare! "As he said, he cupped his hands and handed the waist badge to Ge Xiyuan.

The second round of competition was over, and the final competition adopted a challenge system, and the three of them could challenge each other, but to the embarrassment of Catcher Xing, Ge Xiyuan chose to abstain before the competition started.

Ren Qinglian naturally knew that this guy was afraid of being challenged by herself, and that he would lose face of the Kongtong faction.However, this also made Ren Qinglian let out a long sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)