There's something wrong with me

Chapter 13 Ending and Returning
The third brother did not answer whether it was a heroic act.

Just saying, it's no big deal.

But it takes a little time to process.

At the same time, the third senior brother did not let Zhang Feng take a statement, but let Zhang Feng and the others go first.

The rat drives the car.

Two days later.

A hotel on the edge of the province.

The three of them are waiting here for the third senior brother.

"Master, did Third Brother say he would be back today?" Zhang Feng showed no emotion at all about the possibility of beating a criminal to death.

"It should be in the afternoon." The master felt relieved when he saw that Zhang Feng had no psychological trauma.

As for the criminal, Master thinks that he is dead.

"I understand." Zhang Feng felt relieved when he heard that his third senior brother would be back today.

Just be fine.

Zhang Feng didn't think any more about it and started practicing in the house.

Over the years, Zhang Feng has also practiced martial arts from other schools.

Especially after Zhang Feng mastered the Shaolin grappling techniques some time ago, the text also contained prompts.

This further deepened Zhang Feng's desire to be "erudite".

[You have mastered Shaolin grappling to the intermediate level. Memory options related to Shaolin grappling will no longer appear.]

As long as you master one of them, there will be one less item in the "Fighting Memory" enhancement options.

This is a good thing!

If you practice all of them.

Wouldn't the combat memory option disappear completely, leaving a 'new option'?

This is equivalent to 'refreshing' a line, giving you another chance to make a new choice!
Zhang Feng holds this idea and is now learning more.

Moreover, being knowledgeable can also deepen one's understanding of martial arts.

And one day later.

The third senior brother arrived, exhausted.

After everyone reunited, they set off again.

After two days of journey.

On the afternoon of the third day.

Zhang Feng came to the Baji Sect.

This is a rural village.

The main gate is on the east side of the village.

Zhang Feng and his companions came here and met several old masters and young people from Bajiquan.

However, after Zhang Feng took a few glances, he felt that they were no match for him.

Zhang Feng looked at them for a few seconds, then looked at his master.

But the master took out a law enforcement video, which showed the image of Zhang Feng capturing the thief.

"Come, let's see how skilled my apprentice is!"

The master seemed to be showing off a treasure for these senior brothers to see.

After watching it with astonishment, these old seniors looked at Zhang Feng differently.

"This Kung Fu? This strength? How did you practice this, nephew?"

"It's obvious he's been practicing martial arts since he was young!"

Several senior veterans gathered around Zhang Feng enthusiastically, pinching his arms and touching his shoulders.

"What a good foundation!"

"Bravo! Bravo!"

They praised Zhang Feng.

The descendants of Bajiquan who were nearby heard the praise from their elders and gathered around one by one.

They saw that Zhang Feng was now 1.75 meters tall. Although he looked like a teenager and his figure was not strong, his muscles were solid.

The arms exposed by the short sleeves show streamlined muscles that rise and fall like waves, full of hidden explosive power.

But it is precisely martial arts training.

Zhang Feng's joints appear a bit thick, and his overall skin image management is a bit uncoordinated and rough.

"My disciple has indeed been practicing martial arts since he was young." The more the master looked at Zhang Feng, the more satisfied he became, and he continued to show off to several senior brothers.

"It's really good-looking!" Several old men and the young men around looked at Zhang Feng's muscular figure and thought that Zhang Feng was very handsome and manly.

Later, the master quickly explained the purpose of his visit to the elderly people.

After hearing this, several old seniors frowned.

"You mean, your disciple wants to challenge various sects to a duel?"

"Nonsense, nonsense!"

"Little Junior-Martial Brother Zhang Feng, please think carefully."

At this moment, several old seniors are extremely concerned about this "descendant of the branch" named Zhang Feng.

Look at the strength and the age.

In the future, he will obviously be able to stand on his own, inherit the main lineage, and bring prestige to the main sect!
So they didn't want Zhang Feng to get hurt.

Zhang Feng had made up his mind.

"Thank you, senior uncles, for sending invitations to the north and south!"

Zhang Feng has been waiting for this day for a long time.

"Okay." Seeing that he couldn't persuade the old man, the oldest Baji master took out the latest model of mobile phone for the elderly.

"1, 5, 3..."

The button sounds quite loud.

Zhang Feng was puzzled when he saw this. Shouldn't 'post an invitation' appear more formal?

"Hello!" After the call was connected, the old man said in a loud voice: "Who are you? I'm looking for Lao Liu, the master of Wudang Temple!

Hey?
Oh? You're Lao Liu!
"But what did you say? I can't hear you clearly. The signal is bad where you are. Can you come down the mountain and come back?"

The old man was talking to the contemporary Wudang successor, but the process was not smooth.

The signal is not good in the back mountain of Wudang.

Fortunately, the second call went smoothly.

"Master Monkey Boxing King, long time no see." The old man invited, "I'm planning to hold a North-South meeting for the younger generation to spar with each other, you see."

"What's the North-South Association?" Master Wang was busy. "My North Province martial arts school is about to open, so I don't have time. If you want to join the old North-South Club, find someone else.

What era is this? I’m so bored.”

With that said, the phone hung up.

It seems that Master Wang has already set his sights on the new-age Qian Fang, but in fact, he currently has no disciples that can be hired, so he found an excuse to decline.

"A Baji challenge means there must be a powerful figure in the sect. Would it be embarrassing for me to go there?"

Master Wang is very smart and doesn't go at all.

The same is true for the next few schools. There are no outstanding disciples in the family.

So I found various reasons to refuse.

Some said that his disciples had a fight and broke the opponent's arm with one punch, and were detained by the police (this was a disguised way of showing off how powerful his disciples were. If they had gone, they would definitely be the champions. But because of something, they couldn't attend, what a pity).

Some said that the disciple had gone far away to practice (his disciple was standing next to him, looking at the master in amazement as he lied).
Others said that the disciple was sick (the disciple was in a hotel, toasting and treating the martial arts school franchisee to a meal)

No matter what, they have something to do.

Zhang Feng listened in silence.

The martial arts community in this world is so lazy that people don’t even bother to come and watch the fights for fun.

But Shaolin and Xingyi accepted the challenge.

"Okay, you set the date." Xingyi said decisively.

"July 24th, very auspicious." Shaolin also suggested a date.

July 24th is the birthday of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva.

Simultaneously.

Zhang Feng felt an itch on his forehead when he heard this.

Good boy! Are you so casual about inviting or refusing a fight?

After a few phone calls and a date, it became "North-South Martial Arts Meeting?"

But think about it too.

This world does not worship martial arts, on the contrary it is very close to the real world.

It goes without saying how popular real martial arts is.

opposite of this.

After Zhang Feng thought deeply about it, he felt that the martial arts culture in this world was quite good.

If the first world of experience is to familiarize oneself with 'adventure and strengthening'.

Then this world, just like the name of this genre, should be a place for you to "grow and learn".

Get more exposure to martial arts and gain more experience.

Prepare for future adventures.

'Twelve more years.'

Zhang Feng calculated the time and realized that he still had "half a lifetime" left to live here.

Then get the first place as soon as possible, complete the main line, start training well, and cherish the next twelve years of martial arts experience.

……

Half a month later.

North-South Martial Arts Association.

More than twenty people from Xingyi and Shaolin came to the Baji Sect one after another.

Among them, the Xingyi representative is thirty years old, a short and cold man.

The Shaolin representative, 27 years old, has slightly dark skin and looks very "strong".

They are at their peak age.

"Hello uncles and uncles."

Arrived at the big yard where the competition was held.

The two representatives paid their respects to some elders in Bajiquan respectively.

"Who should my disciple compete with?"

The Xingyi and Shaolin elders who had brought the two here were chatting with a familiar Baji Sect member. "My disciple," the master said, smiling and pointing to Zhang Feng behind him.

"Hello, elders. I am Zhang Feng, a junior." Zhang Feng stepped forward, clasped his fists, and looked at his two opponents.

The two opponents were also looking at Zhang Feng.

But several elders from Xingyi and Shaolin frowned.

"Why is he a little boy?"

"You're not kidding, are you?"

“We don’t take advantage.”

"Change someone! Change someone!"

Xingyi and Shaolin both spoke out, feeling that there was an age disparity.

Even if we win, it's not very glorious.

But as Zhang Feng straightened his waist and stood up, he raised his arms backwards as if drawing a bow.

call-

First, a Bajiquan attack was launched.

Then he turned around and leaned back, bang, he stomped his feet on the ground, and a ferocious Xingyi Bear Backer was formed.

"Have you mastered all our Xingyi Kung Fu?" The Xingyi people fell silent.

Whoosh—

Zhang Feng closed his stance, turned around, and swung his one hand like a python, his sleeves rustling. Finally, he stood up straight, swung his sleeves down, and used the Shaolin "bone-searching" grappling technique.

"Have you mastered all the Shaolin grappling techniques?"

The sturdy Shaolin representative's right eye twitched as he watched, and he finally took the lead in bowing and saying:
“This outer sect disciple not only practiced Baji until he was old, but he also mastered the essence of Xingyi and Shaolin.

There is no need to compete, I am no match for you.

I pray that the wise eyes of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva will forgive me today."

He bowed, and the monks who came with him also chanted the Buddha's name.

Then, in full view of everyone, several people turned around and left the yard.

Click—

Open the door of the car parked outside the yard.

"Whoosh!" the car sped away.

Shaolin knew they were no match for their opponent and conceded defeat generously.

Not even a comparison.

"Haha..." An old man from Baji laughed, but he sighed as he laughed, "Times have changed. In this world of debauchery, who can be as devoted to martial arts as nephew Zhang Feng?
His achievements are truly unrivaled, and there may be no one who can match his success."

The old man shook his head, stood up and left the viewing area.

He was so disappointed.

"Yes..." An old man from Xingyi also sighed silently, "If I could have lived thirty years earlier, when I was in my prime, I would have wanted to work with this young nephew and test my skills."

After saying this, he looked at the representatives in his sect.
"Let's go, you're no match for me.

Zhang Feng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has never gone astray. His skills are not comparable to yours who has changed careers lately.

If you were sent here by your parents when you were little, you might still be able to give it a try."

The Xingyi representative did not answer, but looked at Zhang Feng intently.
"please!"

After saying this, he made his starting position.

Push your left hand and left foot forward, press with your right palm, and simultaneously step your right foot backward.

It is the starting move of the dragon shape, and also the starting move of the twisting step and drilling fist, but it also looks like a variation of the penetrating palm strike.

The dragon is known as a mythical beast.

He has the ability to fly, hide in the ground, and change unpredictably.

The dragon shape naturally also reflects flexible and changeable boxing moves.

"please!"

Zhang Feng slowly extended his left hand, revealing the tip of his fist, opening and closing it vigorously, which was the Bajiquan swinging punch.

"Is a fight starting?" Several elderly people who were about to leave stopped when they saw the fight going on here.

call-

Seeing that he didn't make any move, Zhang Feng took the initiative to attack, and with a swinging punch, he broke through the seven inches of his middle gate.

Seeing Zhang Feng coming at him fiercely, the Xingyi representative stepped on the ground with the front of his right foot, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and took a step to the side. At the same time, his body moved to the right, and his right hand was like drawing a bow to gather strength.

He ended up with a jab.

"Four variations!" The eyes of the people around were shining. They had never thought that this Xingyi symbol could have four variations in one move.

Zhang Feng watched him dodge and clench his fist, then he steady his steps and turned around to swing the hammer.

"Okay!" The Xingyi representative shouted briefly, used the energy from his lungs to generate strength, and pulled the full moon punch towards Zhang Feng's pendulum.

boom!
The hammer and drill collided with each other, and there was a dull sound of blood and flesh. Both men had used all their strength in their hands.

Xingyi means that the corners of the mouth move slightly and the joints of the fists hurt a little.

Zhang Feng's expression was calm. He turned his hammer hand into a grappling hand, and finally called out a peck, tapping on the wrist that had not been retracted.

The Xingyi representative hurriedly withdrew his hand, then clasped his fists in frustration and said, "I lost."

If Zhang Feng did not change his pecking technique, but continued to grab and dig at the bones.

Then his strength from using his old arm would be wasted.

'At least five variations...' However, the people present saw that Zhang Feng used his strength as he wished and was able to spare the opponent's life with his punches, which clearly showed that he was not using his full strength.

……

night.

On the way home.

The meeting that Zhang Feng had been waiting for for more than ten years ended successfully today.

In addition to the xingyi representation.

Not daring to compare with oneself and not being able to compare with oneself became the themes that were repeatedly mentioned at this meeting.

"Is it because I tried too hard? And everyone is afraid of me?"

Zhang Feng was full of doubts, and recalled the envious and congratulatory eyes of the crowd in the afternoon.

The 18-year-old No. 1 in the North and South!

……

Time flies.

Twelve years later.

A small farmyard in the suburbs.

The master was looking in the mirror, counting the age spots on his face with a little interest.

The third senior brother was lying on a recliner, reading a newspaper with his reading glasses on.

Zhang Feng, who was in his prime, sat on the flat ground and thought about how to practice Tai Chi.

In front of Zhang Feng, there were several secret books of Tai Chi.

Ever since the North-South Conference ended twelve years ago.

As the "Number One in the North and South", Zhang Feng borrowed various secret manuals and began to practice hard in the true sense.

As for what the twelve years are like.

Over the years, Zhang Feng really couldn't notice these slow changes.

Just focus on practicing martial arts and seize the opportunity of these twelve years.

Even though he could have returned a month ago, Zhang Feng liked the quietness of this place and wanted to stay longer.

But at this moment.

Ding-ling-ling, the phone rang.

The third senior brother took out the mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Feng who was looking over.

"Xiao Feng, your eldest brother is calling."

"Okay." Zhang Feng answered the call.

"Xiao Feng!" The eldest brother's voice was a little anxious, "Dad fell and is now in the hospital for observation..."

"Dad fell?"

The phone call from home seemed to tear open the veil of time.

Zhang Feng suddenly came back to his senses from his martial arts practice, looked at his master who was having some difficulty moving under the eaves, and then looked at his third senior brother who had moved to the small courtyard to take care of his master.

At this moment, it seems like everyone has grown old.

At this moment, Zhang Feng finally realized that thirty years had passed in this life.

Longer than his previous life.

"How is Dad now?" Zhang Feng stood up swiftly. "Which hospital is he in?"

"The Second Hospital." The eldest brother's voice had the deep voice unique to middle-aged people, but later he gradually relaxed, "The film just came out. Fortunately, no bones were broken. If you are busy, don't come.

I was just so anxious while waiting for the movie, and no one was talking to me. I don't know what happened, but I just wanted to talk to you."

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Feng hung up the phone and looked at his master and third brother.

"I'm going out."

Zhang Feng walked over to his master and took his wrinkled hand. "He should be back in the next two days. What do you want to eat? Or pig's head?"

"Master, can you still eat?" The master patted Zhang Feng's hand and pointed at his teeth. "Master doesn't have many teeth left."

"Everyone told you to get dentures." The third brother looked at the newspaper, "You insisted on not getting them, saying it was too much trouble. Now look what you are doing, you can't even eat properly. I really don't know what you are thinking, old man."

"Why are you acting like Haohao now?" Master glared at him. "Don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't scold Master for a day?"

"I'm doing this for your own good." The third brother was still reading the newspaper.

"Don't pay attention to your Third Senior Brother." The master didn't look at him, but looked at Zhang Feng kindly, "Go, and go slowly."

"Oh." Zhang Feng nodded, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

The old man's words, "The more we see each other, the less we see each other," have been circling in Zhang Feng's mind.

So the distance from the courtyard to the door is only about twenty steps.

Zhang Feng walked and paused, and it felt like he had been walking for a long time.

"What's wrong?" The third brother looked up at Zhang Feng, who had paused again. "Is there something on your mind? Can you talk to me? I'll see if I can help."

"It's okay." Zhang Feng looked at his master and senior brothers who were looking at him with concern, then turned and left the courtyard.

"Master, Senior Brother, I'm leaving first."

[You have saved the file and left this world]

[This adventure world is permanently open to you, you can continue to save points]

【Settlement in progress...】

(End of this chapter)