Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 146 Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms

Waking up early in the morning, Wu Xian stood at the door of the house, stretching lazily, and suddenly his muscles and bones twitched, making the crisp sound of popping beans.

Wu Xian's eyes wandered, staring at the blue sky in front of him, and suddenly he turned his head to look at the roof behind him, the eaves above his head covered the sky, and he only saw the blue tiles and gray eaves, he said in a calm tone: " Brother Meng Yi, I haven't seen my old friend for a long time, why hasn't he come out, is he here to see my joke?"

"Haha, how dare you." Suddenly, a heroic and hearty laugh sounded, and there was a firm and low sound of landing on the ground, and suddenly a gray figure appeared. He was tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Meng Yi?

"Brother Meng, what do you want to see me for?" Wu Xian looked at the silver fir in the courtyard with lush branches and leaves, then turned to Meng Yi with a smile and asked.

Meng Yi came over, put a big hand on Wu Xian's shoulder, and said, "Brother Wu, you came to Jinan, but you didn't come to see me for a drink, so I'm the only one who came to see you."

"I would like to bother you, but you know, Brother Meng, that I have just been promoted to the position of elder recently, and I have just become familiar with many things."

"It's not strange, it's not strange." Meng Yi said harshly, he waved his finger again, and was facing west. From there, he could just see a restaurant standing more than a hundred feet away, which was quite elegant and magnificent.

"Let's go, Zuixianglou invites you to drink. Didn't you inquire about the 'snake-shaped trick' Chen Hou? One of my subordinates happened to meet Chen Hou by chance, and he passed the letter to me yesterday." Meng Yi pulled Wu Xian went to the restaurant.

In Zuixiang Building, there are strange buildings, ink paintings, potted flowers and plants, all of which are elegant and simple, quiet and impressive, and the environment is pleasant.

When the wine was in full swing, Meng Yi hugged the wine jar, his rough face was red and swollen, only to hear Meng Yi's voice resounding like a bell, "Brother Wu, I, Meng Yi, have never admired anyone since I was a child. , but from the strength you showed, but you defeated the arrogance of Mingjiao, I admire it in my heart, and I also know that I am too short of you, but "hearing is believing, seeing is believing", if you don't really fight a battle , How do I know how big the difference in strength is?"

Wu Xian's eyes were fixed, and he looked at Meng Yi with vacant eyes. Speaking of which, he and Zhao Min cheated on him once, but it seemed that Meng Yi was a rough guy, and he was straightforward and honest, and he didn't care about him.

Wu Xian sighed, and stared at Meng Yi earnestly and firmly. After a long time, he said with a complicated expression, "Brother Meng, you really want to learn from each other."

Meng Yi's gaze was firm and deep, and he nodded in agreement. Although the movement was not large, it gave off a sense of firmness. Wu Xian made a decision and said "Okay".

Seeing that Wu Xian agreed, Meng Yi was in a very relaxed and cheerful mood, then he patted Wu Xian's shoulder and laughed loudly: "My good brother, I didn't misunderstand the person, no matter what we two brothers win or lose, we just want to have a good fight and then we will have a good time." But, you don't need to keep your hands, you don't need to show me any affection."

Wu Xian nodded silently, this is a good brother, could it be that Brother Meng is still a martial idiot?Wu Xian was a little uncertain, so he glanced sideways, and saw that he was tilting his head up, gulping down strong wine, and some remaining wine was flowing down from his mouth. He was really heroic and heroic. .

"Do it." Wu Xian also slapped his right hand, and the mud on the wine jar was slapped to the ground, and the two jars of wine collided with a "boom", and then both of them started to drink wildly, drinking to their heart's content.As for what happened to Chen Hou, the two of them had long forgotten about it.

After finishing the wine, the two left the restaurant. In the blink of an eye, Meng Yi turned into a gray shadow and disappeared at the entrance of Zuixiang Building. Like a breeze, it rises with the wind and goes away with it.

On the bank of Jinghu Lake, Meng Yi was lying by the tree, Wu Xian was leaning on the branch, Meng Yi was drunk on his forehead, his eyes were about to open and close, his eyes were sleepy, and he said in a naive voice: "Wait until you wake up. "People just fell into a deep sleep.

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The spring breeze was cool, and there were ripples on the lake.Wu Xian stood on the east side, and Meng Yi stood on the west side. The two practiced kung fu with bare hands at the moment.Meng Yi's eyes were filled with fiery fighting intent, and that fighting intent surged like waves, layer by layer, like waves, rushing towards Wu Xian.

Wu Xian stood with his hands behind his back, and the strong wind aroused by his true energy blew past. Wu Xian's clothes moved with the wind, and his short hair was also messed up. He looked at Meng Yi in front of him, his eyes flashed brightly, and he clasped his fists and said in a low voice. Said: "Brother Meng, please act."

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

As soon as the words fell, Meng Yi flew forward, like a gray lightning bolt, he slapped out his palms sharply, and there was a whistling sound of wind in his palms, as if there was a hint of thunder and lightning.

Wu Xian was amazed in his heart, this idea is so powerful, it is definitely a magic skill.Wu Xian took a light step forward with his right foot, and in an instant, he moved his left foot to the right, his hands clenched into fists lightly and flexibly, and spread out in front of him.

In an instant, Meng Yi rushed to Wu Xian, with the sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring between his palms, that palm was like a sword, carrying a fierce and vigorous force, with an aura of invincibility and invincibility. An overwhelming pat on Wu Xian's chest.

Wu Xian's hands were even faster, both fists came out together, like a dragon rushing to the sea, and with another slap and wave, Meng Yi's palms were separated.

With a movement of Meng Yi's body, he jumped and kicked with great speed. Seeing this, Wu Xian bent sideways to hide, and the shadow of his sharp legs brushed past him, only an inch away.

But before Wu Xian could make a move, Meng Yi attacked again with his palms. This palm flew sand and cracked rocks, and the stone was shocking. There was a ton of force in his palm. Go, look like a ghost.

Meng Yi's palm missed and hit the boulder beside him. With a "click", the boulder shattered into pieces and fell to the ground one after another.

Wu Xian yelled loudly and exclaimed, "Good palm strength."

Meng Yi laughed three times, and when the laughter spread out, others also attacked Wu Xian in a blink of an eye, "Don't hold back your hand, or I won't admit that I hurt you."

"good".Wu Xian gave another whistling sound, performing the "Wei Tuo Presenting the Pestle", and pushed out his fists. The strength of the fists was already restrained and deep, hidden but not exposed. The strength of swallowing and vomiting in the fist.

But at the moment Wu Xian only exerted six points of strength, he didn't want to rely on deep internal strength to overwhelm others, and Wu Xian was also curious, although Meng Yi's palm technique is fierce and fierce, in Wu Xian's current knowledge, It can be called the fiercest palm technique he has ever seen.

With a sound of "dong", the two of them took half a step back, Wu Xian was a little startled, his hands felt a little numb, it was caused by the sharp palm wind colliding with the divine fist, and the chaotic zhenqi scurrying around.

There was excitement in Wu Xian's eyes, and he was quite happy to see Liexin. His sixth-level skill was not weak, and Meng Yi's internal skill was even worse. He was able to compete with himself, Wu Xian couldn't help but look at him with admiration.

Wu Xian looked at Meng Yi's palm movement, obviously there were still more moves, he was even more curious, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't know this complete palm technique.

Wu Xian gave a clear whistle and said loudly, "Come again."

"Okay." Meng Yi shouted loudly. He shook his hands, and his arms spread out again in a flash. Every move in the palm was simple and unremarkable, but the power of the move was infinite. The momentum of a thousand jun heavy mountains.

The figures of the two flickered quickly, and they hit the lake from the shore. In the blink of an eye, Meng Yi hit eighteen palms. All eighteen palms were powerful and powerful, but there were only nine moves, and they were struck one at a time. , and hit it again in the opposite direction, the move was refined and simplified, and the palm force hit two feet away, which is enough to show its mighty power.

Just when Wu Xian saw that his moves were turning around, and his momentum seemed to be exhausted, Wu Xian had a guess in his mind that the palm method Meng Yi used was definitely the most masculine and powerful external palm method "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms".However, no matter whether Meng Yi does it in a positive or negative way, he is always flowing, which shows that he has a thorough understanding of the nine palm techniques.

Meng Yi hit the nine palms twice, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon is a powerful and profound kung fu, Meng Yi consumed a lot of internal energy, but he still couldn't do anything to Wu Xian, he saw that Wu Xian still had energy, and with Wu Xian When Xian's fists and palms came together, he could feel Wu Xian's internal energy like a raging river. When he competed with him, he probably only used six or seven parts of his energy, so the two of them had almost the same internal energy.

As soon as Meng Yi's offensive changed, he clenched his two palm-like palms tightly into fists, hooked his left hand, swung his right hand, and attacked Wu Xian directly in front of him.

Wu Xian hit the water with his right hand, his hand turned into a phantom, and pointed his index finger at Daquan acupoint on his arm. Seeing that something was wrong, Meng Yi turned the fist attacking Wu Xian's face, turned his hand back, and pinched Wu Xian's neck .

The two faced each other with dozens of moves. Wu Xian used No. 13 moves. That punch was like a dragon probing the water, straight for Meng Yi's heart. The two competed and Wu Xian won.

Although he won, Wu Xian sighed in his heart, and his expression was a little complicated. If Meng Yi learned all the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, then with the same internal strength, his strength would not be inferior to his own.It is not so easy to win, but the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are lost, and even Shi Huolong, the leader of the Beggar Clan, has only learned twelve palms, so how can Meng Yi learn more.

Wu Xian withdrew his right hand, clasped his fists and said, "Accept."

Meng Yi looked up to the sky and laughed twice, and then he said boldly: "Brother Wu is really powerful, I am really convinced. As for Chen Hou of Huashan, a disciple saw him boarding a boat on the Han River and going down the river. Where is the purpose going?"

"Okay, thank you Brother Meng." Wu Xian clasped his fists gratefully, and asked again: "I don't know the martial arts that Brother Meng used just now, but the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon?"

Meng Yi nodded silently, turned his head to look at the emerald green lake in the northeast corner, he sighed roughly, his face lacked the vigor and youth of a young man at all, and there was a little sadness and awe in his eyes , a hoarse voice sounded: "Brother Wu, the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon was originally the martial arts of the Beggar Clan, and only the leaders of the past generations can learn it all.

"It's a pity that even the former gang leader Shi Huolong only learned twelve palms, and only twelve palms are left out of eighteen palms. The other moves have gradually disappeared in the long river of time."

Wu Xian felt the same way. Now that the beggar gang is like this, Shi Huolong practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms so hard that his hands were paralyzed. There are very few first-class masters in the gang, and there are also good and bad disciples. They are divided into clean clothes and dirty clothes. In Jianghu, apart from the advantages of having disciples all over the world and being well-informed, the prestige of the "gang" is already in name only.

The two were silent for a while, Wu Xian's eyes were burning brightly, and he said in a vibrating voice, "Brother Meng, now that the Beggar Gang has risen suddenly, it will definitely revive its prestige."

"Then what about you?" Meng Yi turned his head, his eyes showed a look of surprise, and asked Wu Xian as he glanced up and down.

Wu Xian pointed at himself, laughing at himself, "Brother Meng, me? I'm used to being lazy. When I manage a team of ten people, I'm exhausted physically and mentally. I have more energy than I have. According to my temperament, I can be the one at most." Great knights, make some insignificant contributions to the gang of beggars, and use your fists to make some prestige for the gang of beggars."

"As for the diet of tens of millions of disciples in the beggar gang, it is now in the hands of the two elders who teach the skills and enforce the law, and the two leaders who hold the stick and the bowl. In the future... it may still be necessary for Brother Meng to take over and revive our beggars. reputation."

Meng Yi turned his head and looked at Wu Xian's face with both eyes. He saw Wu Xian's sincere and earnest face, which definitely didn't look like a fake. Then he shook his head and said sonorously, "Brother Wu, actually, I didn't either. What big ambitions, as long as the Beggar Gang has a strong reputation, don't seek the reputation of Old Patriarch Hong back then, as long as it can solidify the reputation of the world's largest gang at this moment, that's enough."

Wu Xian nodded affirmatively. He made up his mind. Later, when Shi Huolong's leader died, his daughter Shi Hongshi succeeded him. Wu Xian didn't know what to think, should he admire him?Admiring the four elders for their love and righteousness, they elected Elder Shi's legacy as the head of the gang, and this huge gang of beggars became his family with the surname Shi.

Wu Xian made a decision in his heart, if he was lucky enough to retrieve the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he would only pass on the skills to Meng Yi.That is to say, Wu Xian only recognizes Meng Yi as the leader of the gang, and does not recognize any other gang leaders.

Wu Xian stared at Meng Yi carefully, and suddenly said: "Brother Meng, you have already succeeded in subduing the dragon with eighteen palms, but it is a pity that you only have nine palms. Unfortunately, there has been no news from the leader of Shi Gang for several years. If you don’t cherish yourself with a broom, you will weep with joy and give you all you have.”

Meng Yi shook his head, let out a long sigh, and looked at the willow trees by the lake. The tender willow buds bloomed in the wind, revealing the spring scenery of the lake. He said slowly: "Brother Wu, you look too high. You are far behind."

Wu Xian smiled, looked at Meng Yi with starry eyes and said: "Brother Meng, you don't have to belittle yourself, your strength can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation, as for me, it is nothing more than the exercises I have learned to suit my heart, so the early stage Entry is faster."

"Now that you have reached the current state, if you want to improve your strength, it is really difficult to improve without several years of hard work. Isn't this your opportunity to catch up? Or, if you lose once, you lose your fighting spirit?"

(End of this chapter)