Film and TV: Starting from the Night Watchman of Dafeng

Chapter 86: Only this boxing spirit can never be retreated!

(85 has been modified, Jingnian has been changed to a fourth-grade ascetic monk)

“You shall not kill.”

"Put down the butcher knife."

"Let go of your obsession."

"... "

Another warrior walked off the stage dejectedly.

In the past few days, every challenge on this stage cannot be called a "fight" at all!
None of the warriors who came on stage threw a single punch!
The warriors who wanted to fight couldn't even draw their weapons!

A fifth-grade law practitioner uses Buddhist precepts to confront his enemies, and can influence his opponent's mind with just a single word!

The fourth-grade ascetic monk only needs to make a great wish. Once the great wish is fulfilled, he can surpass the third grade and achieve the fruit position!
"Ah~"

"Although the seventh rank of martial arts can refine the spirit, the will of a warrior who has not reached the fourth rank is still weak."

"The Buddhist sect is showing its evil side. Not a single warrior among us can stand up to it!"

"Humph, bald thief is despicable!"

"... "

The onlookers were talking wildly.

Lamenting Dafeng, scolding warriors, and even scolding Buddhism!

Among the crowd, the faces of the disciples or leaders of various sects and organizations such as Wanhua Tower, Mo Pavilion, Feidao Sect, Qianji Sect, etc. were all unhappy.

If one wants to achieve success in martial arts, he will consume countless natural resources and treasures.

Since Xu Qian'an started learning martial arts, he has spent about 100 taels of silver a year, which was barely enough for Xu Pingzhi.

If the supply is not restricted, it would be like using money to build a martial arts school!
The forces in the underworld may have rich financial resources, but to become a fourth-grade person, it is definitely not enough to rely solely on silver, natural materials and treasures.

"It's hard to win if a fourth-grade player doesn't come out!"

There is a tea shop not far away.

A beautiful woman with a graceful figure and a veil covering her face said.

A fourth-grade warrior condenses his own intentions, such as the sword intention of Zhang Kaitai, the night watchman Jinluo, and the fist intention of Jiang Luzhong.

In the past few days, a fifth-grade martial artist entered the arena, but he was defeated by Jingnian with just a few words of commandment.

To her right, a woman with heavy makeup but no vulgarity frowned and said, "Buddhism is shameless."

"Hey, be careful with your words." The beautiful woman glared at her apprentice.

Then he whispered a reminder, "Buddhists have sharp ears."

Rongrong, known in the martial arts world as the Soul-Snatching Hand, looked around with feigned curiosity, but in reality her gaze repeatedly swept over Du'e behind the ring. She lowered her voice and said, "Isn't it just that Mr. Wei scared you?"

"Mr. Wei is truly a god."

On the left side of the beautiful woman, the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat stroked his beard and said.

The middle-aged man's apprentice was very excited and said, "The day before yesterday I went to Dahuang Mountain to see that..."

"Steam train!" Rongrong took over.

"From Dahuang Mountain to Changle County, the speed of this steam train is no slower than that of an average seventh-rank warrior."

The young man said.

He has actually chased a train and also jumped on a train to experience it.

"Reform the old and establish the new, change the world." The middle-aged man sighed again.

Then he looked at his disciples and Rongrong and said, "To be in the same era with such a person is the glory you have been waiting for a lifetime!"

The young disciple and Rongrong nodded heavily.

Elsewhere, Xu Qian'an, who was on a daily patrol, said hello to Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, found a toilet, found a pit, took out the fragments of the Earth Book, and started squatting.

“Hmm…Hmm~”

Number Three: Number Four, why don't you come and put down the Buddhist sect's arrogance?

The identities of Number Two and Number Four are already known.

Number Four: The Imperial Master did ask me, this sword of mine isn't for the Buddhist sect, so I can't go.

Number Two: Should I feel honored? Among the night watchmen, Nangong Qianrou and Yang Yan aren't that old, are they? Why haven't they come yet?

[Number Three: I heard it was arranged by Duke Wei.]

Number Four: I haven't refined my intentions, and I haven't cultivated them. This first stage is difficult.

Number Two: The old monk is very shrewd. He said we were going to appreciate the martial arts, but we didn't even fight. How could there be any such appreciation? And he even called it a martial arts arena? The most important thing is that the dog emperor actually agreed to this condition!

Xu Qian'an laughed.

Number Two's harsh words towards Emperor Yuan Jing were still so comforting.

"Ning Yan, hurry, hurry! Mr. Wei is here!"

Xu Qian'an was squatting comfortably when Song Tingfeng's voice suddenly came from outside.

魏…

Xu Qian'an was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

Number Three: Wait! The situation has changed. Mr. Wei is here!

In a private room of a restaurant not far away, Chu Yuanzhen frowned as he looked at the latest text in the Book of Earth.

What does this mean?
Deliberately clarifying that he is not number three?

Or is it a preview before the big scene?
Number Two: I know Wei Wuyang practices martial arts, and I've even seen him throw that punch. It's powerful, but a bit crude, nothing special or unique.

[Number Three: What if he attacks Du'e?]

Number Two: ...I only regret not being in the capital right now. Second-rank, third-rank, how many times can you encounter a duel like this in your lifetime!

Chu Yuanzhen's face grew serious. He put away the fragments of the Earth Book and said to Hengyuan, who was eating Kuku at the side, "Master, let's go."

Hengyuan put the last chopstick of food into his mouth, chewed it two or three times and swallowed it, wiped his mouth, and clasped his hands together.

A set of movements flows smoothly!
"Okay, Donor Chu."

……

Here
"Mr. Wei is here!"

"Mr. Wei is here!"

"... "

I don’t know which eye started it all.

Like a drop of water thrown into a frying pan, the scene suddenly boils.

The crowd suddenly pressed towards the ring.

The nearest night watchman and sword guard rushed forward to stabilize the situation.

Wei An stood in front of the Observatory and clasped his fists towards the four directions.

Then he looked at Du'e who was a few feet away.

"I heard that the wizard wants to apologize to me?" He laughed out loud.

The hint of joking in his words, coupled with his carefree attitude, made the onlookers breathe a sigh of relief.

They didn't cheer immediately.

All eyes were focused on the old monk Du'e.

Jingsi and Jingchen glared at Wei An angrily.

Du'e walked forward slowly, neither hurried nor slow, and stopped about ten feet in front of Wei An. He clasped his hands together and leaned forward.

"Donor Wei, Du Fan had evil thoughts and made mistakes. He is now dead. Please forgive me."

The old monk spoke in a calm and sincere tone.

Wei An chuckled softly, then asked loudly, "Is it really just Dufan Jin Gang who has the idea of ​​harming me? No one is cooperating?"

"I don't know. I was on my way to the capital at that time."

Du'e shook his head in a daze.

The reasons seem to be very sufficient.

"Master, I have heard that if a living being tells lies, they will sow the seeds of hellish sin. Is this true?"

Wei An refused to accept his apology and asked back.

Duer was silent.

The onlookers smelled something bad.

There's something else going on here.

"Master, apology is not just talk. I heard that Buddhist relics have great magical powers and are immune to all evil."

Wei An spoke.

Instead of helping the old monk out, he blackmailed him.

If the old monk did not agree, he would bring up what he had said before and force the old monk to tell the truth.

Even if he has to fight, he is not afraid!

"The relics are where the Arhat's lifelong cultivation lies!"

Jingsi stepped forward and said angrily.

In Buddhism, Arhats are immortal.

It's not unkillable in the real sense.

Instead, Arhats can give up their cultivation in this life and reincarnate to cultivate again.

The transformation of the cultivation in the previous life is the sarira.

Normally, once an Arhat reincarnates and starts cultivating again, Buddhism will find the reincarnated body as soon as possible and implant the relics of the previous life into the body to protect it.

This process will naturally not be smooth, and there will always be unexpected events.

Wei An looked at Du'e, smiled but said nothing.

The latter was silent for a moment and turned his palm over.

A thing the size of a soybean hung in his palm, emitting a strong and magnificent golden light.

Even under bright sunshine, the golden light is still so dazzling!
"The trip to the capital was truly worthwhile!"

"Oh my God, is this the relic?"

"A second-rank Arhat's lifetime of cultivation, this is just a fart?"

"Eat it, eat it!"

The last sentence came from deep within Xu Qian'an's body.

Your uncle!
Xu Qian'an cursed inwardly and quickly fled away from Du'e!
"Uncle Master."

Jingsi looked reluctant.

"Donor Wei, it is impossible to obtain a complete relic. This relic is already extremely precious. I will give it to you today. Your grudge with Buddhism will be wiped out. Is that okay?"

The way to overcome difficulties.

"My vision is limited and I cannot distinguish between good and evil, but I am willing to trust the Master this time. If the Master bullies me again, there will be no such good ending."

Wei An waved his hand and the relic flew into his palm.

Just a few words made the old monk Du'e spend a relic!

Everyone around was jealous!
Thinking about Wei An's strength, some people's thoughts suddenly disappeared.

Du'e clasped his hands together again and bowed slightly to Wei An.

Turning to face the crowd, he said in a deep voice, "Donors, today is the deadline. If no one passes the first level, there will be no need to set up the next two levels."

His voice was like thunder, echoing in the air.

"Damn bald thief!"

"I got humiliated by Mr. Wei, and I'm going to get it back from you here!"

"You're a bully who only fears the strong!"

"... "

Many people dug their ears and cursed.

They saw that Wei An did not leave.

Many people have ideas.

Ying Jingnian was already very impressive before, and he will definitely have a place on the front page of Jianghu News in the future!
Wei An is present at the moment. If he wins over Jing Nian under Wei An's attention, he may be able to leave a mark in history!
Many young people present were very fond of Wei An!
I really want to show it in front of him!
"Master, can I go up and give it a try?" Rongrong, the enchanting hand, said to the beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman looked at her good disciple meaningfully.

The latter extinguished some unrealistic thoughts while watching.

Just then, a broad-shouldered and fat-waisted man jumped onto the stage.

The man had a full beard and it was hard to tell his age.

"I am Jianzhou Lu Qianjun, and I would like to ask for your advice, Master."

The man clasped his fists towards Jingnian.

"Lu Qianjun, he's one of the best among the fifth rank. His arms are said to be able to move mountains!"

"Hey, I was born in the ninth year of Yuan Jing, so I am considered a young generation."

"Looks like there's something there."

"... "

He trailed off.

In just a few words, his identity information was completely exposed.

Jingnian raised his eyes to look at Lu Qianjun, and then his eyes returned to a half-closed state.

His eyes were calm and composed!

This behavior is as provocative as a white crane spreading its wings.

Lu Qianjun suppressed his anger, gathered his will, took a deep breath, and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

“You shall not kill.”

"Avoid greed, anger, and ignorance."

With the command, the other person was still in mid-air, maintaining the state of swinging his fist, but his movements slowed down.

It is not an external force applied to the body that forces it to slow down.

Instead, the rage in his heart disappeared completely, and he completely gave up the idea of ​​competing with Jingnian!

He slowed down on his own!
The next moment, a hint of struggle appeared in his calm yet empty eyes!
He glared at Jingnian again, growled, clenched his teeth, and punched again!

"hiss!"

The air whimpered under the heavy burden, and the whimpering was prolonged in the disturbed airflow, forming a strange sound!

"Put down the butcher knife and turn around!"

Speak again with pure thoughts and enlighten people directly.

The sound was like thunder and a lion's roar, buzzing in the ears and shocking the mind!
Lu Qianjun's body froze, and he slowly lowered his arms, completely losing all thoughts!
"Ah~"

The onlookers sighed deeply without saying anything else.

Not only them, but also the warriors didn't have much fighting spirit at this moment.

"Don't you want to change your clothes?"

Huaiqing's voice rang in his ears.

"No need."

Wei An twisted a magic circle out of the air with his left hand, flipped his right palm, and pressed the magic circle on it the moment golden light was released.

"Your Highness, please keep it for me."

He handed a yellow soybean that looked like it was coated with gold to Huaiqing.

Huaiqing just saw it clearly and knew what it was.

She reached out and took it from his palm.

Wei An then pulled out a small booklet and two teleportation instruments from his right robe sleeve, "And these, thank you for your hard work, Your Highness."

Huaiqing accepted it with pleasure.

"I think I might know why the Supervisor selected me."

Wei An first rolled up his left robe sleeve with his right hand and buckled it behind his elbow.

Then he rolled up the right sleeve of his robe and buttoned it.

The exposed pair of forearms were naturally not as good as Lu Qianjun's when he stepped onto the stage.

The smooth muscle lines show his extraordinary physical fitness.

He walked slowly towards the ring.

"What do you want?"

Jingchen stepped forward and said.

"Master, you misunderstood. I also practice martial arts."

Wei An said to him indifferently.

Jingchen didn't believe it and was about to explain it again when the energy left Wei An's body.

"Sixth-grade bronze skin and iron bones?"

"Sir, you actually have impressive martial arts skills?"

"At this age, a sixth-grade rank is enough to be called a martial arts genius, but to defeat Jing Nian... it's still not enough."

Everyone was silent after hearing the last sentence.

Wei An took one step at a time, his eyes calm.

His energy continued to rise.

He stepped onto the first step of the arena with his right foot, picked up the front of the student's uniform, swung it lightly with his hand, rolled it up, and tucked it into the middle of the step.

When he stepped onto the ring completely, his aura suddenly disappeared.

"Ok?"

Jingnian and the onlookers were all puzzled.

Du'e looked away.

Whenever Wei An uses his Confucian abilities, he will immediately knock him off the stage.

"Master, I heard that after the eighth rank of Buddhist monks, the next rank is the third rank?"

These secrets were taught to him by the dean before.

From the eighth rank directly to the third rank?

Some of the young people in the martial arts world who didn't understand looked puzzled.

Isn’t this even more impressive than Mr. Wei reaching the realm of a gentleman in one day?

Pure thoughts and silence.

"You must learn the secrets of my Buddhist sect. If you are interested, you can join my Buddhist sect. From what you said before, you have a lot of Buddha wisdom. If you become a martial monk or practice Zen, your future is immeasurable."

Du'e spoke at the right time.

"Damn bald donkey!"

"Why would a person like Mr. Wei join the Buddhist sect?"

"Go to Qingyun Mountain and invite the dean!"

"... "

The crowd was in an uproar, mostly among women.

"Why is Luohan so delusional?"

A clear light lit up beside Du'e, and Zhao Shou's voice was heard.

"I heard that the dean was promoted to the second rank. Congratulations."

Old monk Du'e's face was wrinkled with laughter.

Zhao Shou snorted lightly and did not respond.

His eyes fell on Wei An on the ring.

The current scene made him feel a little dazed.

It feels like returning to the Taimingchi Polo Field.

Wei An bowed to the dean and clasped his fists in front of the four of us. "When I was young and in trouble, I also thought about learning martial arts and brute force to break through the cage, but I had no method and no skills."

"After arriving in Beijing, I was fortunate to be taken in by the academy's teacher. After making some progress, I began to think about practicing martial arts. The boxing techniques I practiced have been seen by the night watchman, the academy's teacher, my brother, and even some officials in Yunzhou and the postmen at the post stations. Today, I will demonstrate the boxing stance for you all."

After saying that, he looked at Jingnian opposite him.

The latter was a little confused.

Isn’t it said that Wei An is a man of extraordinary appearance, and is this what he is like?

Once you reveal your skills, how will you fight with others in the future?

What is Mr. Wei doing?
The onlookers had no other thoughts and were equally confused.

After thinking it over again and again, Jingnian nodded slightly and gave up a corner.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The six forms of the Mountain-Shaking Fist were completed quickly.

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be a normal boxing style.

Pure thoughts, the onlookers are even more puzzled.

"When I first started practicing boxing, until last night, I practiced regularly, never giving it much thought. I just practiced!"

"But I forgot what the first page of the boxing manual said."

As Wei An finished speaking, his energy suddenly exploded.

He practiced his boxing stance again.

Under the ring, anyone who practices martial arts will immediately notice something.

"The first sentence of the Mountain Shaking Manual says, Observe the mayfly moving mountains and carrying rocks into the water throughout its life, and then understand this fist, and you will understand the divine will of life and death!"

Wei An's momentum changed again.

When he swung his fist, the force rolled out like rain!
"Ok?"

"wrong!"

"Mr. Wei is breaking through?!"

Some fifth- and fourth-rank warriors noticed something was wrong.

A trace of surprise flashed across Jingnian Gubo's face.

How come this is...about to break through?
Inside Wei An's body, a gurgling heat current flowed through all his meridians.

This is the accumulation of the Tiger Yuan Soup, Sheng Yuan Pill, and Qiankun Yiqi Pill that he had used before!
"There are a few lines in the Mountain Shaking Fist that I didn't take seriously. Last night, I had a sudden realization. Now that I think about it, this is the essence of the Mountain Shaking Fist!"

Wei An practiced the boxing routine for the third time.

The wind of fists is rolling!

Another burst of powerful energy was generated!
"But those who practice the Mountain-Shaking Fist, even if facing a superior enemy, should remember that the boxing technique can be lost, the momentum of victory can be lost, but the boxing spirit can be lost..."

"Never retreat!"

He threw a punch!
The clear sky suddenly changed!

The wind and the remaining clouds!

One punch, and the sky and the earth will change color!

One punch is enough to make the gods kowtow!

One punch will make all warriors in the world bow down to him!

Intent, move forward courageously!

Be brave and fight to the death!

The fourth rank of warrior, artistic conception, success!
Zhao Shou on the scene, Daju on the roof of a dilapidated house, Luo Yuheng at Lingbao Temple, and Yuan Jing in the imperial city...

Many people looked up at the sky.

Military luck!

Wei An's anger slowly subsided.

The boxing spirit is full of vitality and immortality!
(End of this chapter)