Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1072 1063. Appetizer
Bo Zhihong was still preparing for a fight, but when he saw Luo Yihang holding a stick, he staggered.

I thought this was not right, I was doing the starting posture of Wudang Subduing Tiger Fist.

Bare-handed, fist and foot kung fu.

What's the matter with you holding a stick?

Mainly, he had some psychological trauma when he saw the stick. When he was a child, his master beat him with a stick similar to this one.

Uncle Li was holding up his cell phone and was about to take a photo.

When he saw Luo Yihang, he put his phone down again and scolded him with a smile: "This is a martial arts competition, be serious, what's the matter with you holding a stick?"

Luo Yihang felt a little embarrassed by what he said, "The main reason is that I am not good at boxing and kicking. I have only learned the routines of boxing and kicking, the Five Elements Boxing and the Twelve Forms of Xingyi, which are useless for sparring."

Uncle Li's mouth was crooked. "You were gesticulating and practicing before, but you were just empty-handed, and you even threw it away."

"That's just two random moves. To throw someone, use 'rip'. To kick someone, use the three-body style. They don't count." Luo Yihang explained.

No one believes it.

No, someone believed it.

Taoist Cheng frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Five Elements Fist, Xingyi Twelve Forms, Tearing..."

While thinking about it, he suddenly remembered something and said loudly: "Young friend, should we practice standing first, then Xingyi, and then Xingyiquan and then directly start practicing Liuhe spear. Pibeng Zuan Paoheng, Wuxing spear technique?"

Luo Yihang asked in surprise: "How do you know?"

Taoist Master Cheng laughed, "I see, you are learning the Northern Xingyi style from Pingliang, Gansu."

Luo Yihang nodded, "Yes, it is Gansu. Taoist Tan from Dongyang Palace is best at the Northwest Whip."

Taoist Master Cheng laughed again, nodding his head as he laughed, "Then you are really not good at boxing and kicking. Your sect emphasizes eighteen martial arts, but in the end it is all in vain. You don't think highly of boxing and kicking skills."

Hearing his master say this, Bo Zhihong stopped his stance, "The same applies to weapons. Anything else will do."

He is quite confident.

Luo Yihang pointed behind him and said, "There's everything in there, take your pick."

Bo Zhihong raised his leg and walked over.

Just take one step.

"No!" Uncle Li suddenly shouted, "How can you show Jacques how to use weapons? Will he recognize it?"

This is a problem. This time it is not a competition, but a trick to deceive Jacques.

Bo Zhihong stopped, scratched his head and looked at his master.

It’s okay, I didn’t forget the important things.

Taoist Cheng nodded, then shook his head, "Fists and feet are derived from weapons, the principles are the same, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Shi spoke up, "It's OK as long as it works. It's the same."

After saying that, he looked at Uncle Li and said with a smile: "You, you are just too concerned and confused. There is really no need to fit in with everything."

As soon as Mr. Shi opened his mouth, he pointed out all the things that were wrong with Uncle Li today.

From the moment he got in the car, Uncle Li started finding fault with everything and was not calm at all.

Actually, I'm just nervous. I have a good relationship with Luo Yihang and I like him.

Worrying too much will cause confusion and make one feel uneasy.

After mentioning Uncle Li, Mr. Shi went on to talk about his thoughts.

"When I got there, could I have just shown him the video? That would have exposed me. I had to see his injuries, and then I had to ask my friends in China for information. Then I got this video. It was a last-minute thing, so it wasn't a coincidence. It's just right that I can analyze something even though it's not to my liking."

In the whole plan, Mr. Shi is the protagonist. He has been planning what to do about this matter.

The key to making up lies is to let the other party, that is, Jacques, discover everything by himself, and let him deceive himself...
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Since Mr. Shi said so.

Then let’s compare weapons.

Luo Yihang's west room is now an exhibition hall, with all kinds of weapons and several sets of protective gear.

When Master Cheng and his two disciples came in, they were all amazed at what they saw. "Good steel mouth, good material, well made, and well weighted. It's very handy. It's rare that you have accumulated so many."

Luo Yihang still wants to be modest.

Uncle Li revealed his true colors, "This kid is rich. He can get anything good if he spends a lot of money."

This is true. It is reasonable to spend some money on your hobby.

Luo Yihang himself is not a person who is good at calculating.

After looking around, Bo Zhihong picked a long sword, while Luo Yihang still held the long stick.

Some people also wore protective gear for fear of danger.

The two men each held a weapon and stood facing each other in the yard, more than two meters apart.

Luo Yihang retracted his arm and drew the stick, holding the back of the stick with both hands, making the most common "proper grip".

He also specifically reminded me, "Are you going to fight or are you going to fight for real?"

Bo Zhihong proudly replied: "Of course it's for real, no need to hold back."

After saying this, he made a sword gesture with his left hand and pointed it diagonally between his eyebrows, and raised the long sword in his right hand horizontally as if embracing the moon, which was the starting posture of Tai Chi sword "Golden Needle Guiding the Way".

Just got ready.

Bo Zhihong took action without holding back, without even trying.

He was seen performing the Nine Palace Steps, turning his body to the right, taking a step forward to the right with his right foot, and at the same time raising the sword in his right hand to the upper right, heading straight for Luo Yihang's wrist.

It was indeed Tai Chi sword. This move was called "Yunmen Night Rain". It was an offensive move from the beginning, showing considerable confidence.

Luo Yihang stepped back half a step with his right leg, and pulled the tip of the stick back and slanted towards the center, which was exactly the "Central Four Level Stance" described in Yu Dayou's "Sword Classic".

Seeing Luo Yihang retreating, Bo Zhihong thought he was going to defend first, so he attacked immediately, tapped his feet lightly, and thrust forward quickly. The tip of the sword moved in and out like a snake spitting out its tongue, piercing the throat, the Tanzhong point, and the knees. This covered all of Luo Yihang's vital points on the front. It was just a matter of turning his wrist to decide where to stab.

Amazing.

However, he did not expect that Luo Yihang's retreat was not a defensive one, but an offense through defense.

The long sword stabbed at him, and Luo Yihang twisted his waist suddenly.

Taoist Cheng sighed, thinking that it was too early to hide, as his sword moves were not yet fully utilized.

Sure enough, when Bo Zhihong saw Luo Yihang twisting his body, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, and turned his wrist downwards to his calf.

However, he didn't expect that Luo Yihang's long stick would come straight into the middle like a dragon emerging from the water. Halfway through, the sword was so fast that the long stick actually touched the spine of the sword.

Bo Zhihong was dumbfounded, how could this be possible!
However, he did not expect that, at the moment of metal collision, the long stick suddenly changed from a straight stabbing to a horizontal sweeping, and the tip of the stick twisted and flipped along the sword body, which was exactly the "Fanjiang Style" in the "Sword Classic".

"clang!"

The long sword spun and flew out of his hand...

Bo Zhihong spread his hands, looking confused.

What happened? What happened?

One move, two moves.

After just two moves, how come the sword is gone?

Lost...lost...

It's too fast.

Taoist Cheng smiled and shook his head, waving at his apprentice, "Zhihong, don't just stand there like an idiot, come back."

Bo Zhihong walked back blankly, still doubting himself, "Master, I lost? How did I lose?"

Taoist Cheng shook his head and said nothing.

Bo Zhihong is his youngest disciple, and the old man always favors his youngest disciple.

The young disciple was hit hard this time, and he couldn't bear to say anything more.

Isn’t there a senior disciple here?

Yin Hao stood up and patted Bo Zhihong on the shoulder, "You deserved to lose. Mr. Luo's reaction, speed, and strength are far superior to yours."

As a bystander, he could see clearly that although his junior brother's attack was a bit hasty, it was not wrong, and Luo Yihang's response was certainly not wrong either.

The difference between the two in this game is purely in basic conditions.

But this is the most unsolvable one.

Yin Hao patted Bo Zhihong on the shoulder again, took a step forward, and shouted, "Boss Luo, let's have a fight too."

Hearing Yin Hao talking, Luo Yihang also became excited.

Just now, Bo Zhihong just served it as an appetizer, just for fun.

This Yin Hao is the real deal...

(End of this chapter)