Martial arts fairy machine

Chapter 223
As soon as he heard it, Dai Wu knew that this strong man had no real kung fu.

A martial artist who knows only a few tricks and falls and fights. He reveals his true nature, indulges in fierce anger, and hasn't even mastered Ming Jin. It's okay to go to the rivers and lakes to sell plasters.

Dai Wu looked outside for a while, and there was a little Taoist priest at the gate of Chenghuang Mountain.

Many people sent invitations, and the little Taoist priest would take a look at them, and then sent them back, saying that the master was in seclusion, so it was not suitable for meeting guests, and he would come back later.

Or just pinch your fingers, do the calculations, and say that today is not an auspicious day, please go back.

Dai Wu laughed out loud as he watched, this little Taoist priest is clearly fooling people, but you still have to listen, if you offend him, you won't be able to see the master.

However, there are also those who are not convinced, like that strong man, who has come many times but has not seen the real face of the expert, and when he gets angry, he fights with the little Taoist priest.

But the little Taoist is really not easy to mess with, with a sharp sword in his hand, he can play quite well, and the person who finds fault is not an opponent at all.

Then make a gesture of please, are you going or not?
There were more than a dozen people coming and going in just over an hour, not much more than Yang Fansheng's Xingyi Martial Arts Hall. It can be seen that this sword fairy is really famous, but no one can enter, and they are all blocked by the little Taoist priests.

Dai Wu is also heartbroken to see that little Taoist priests can play swords so well. To what extent does Yi Qingfeng, a hundred-year-old, really have a flying sword? I'm so happy just thinking about it!

This thought couldn't be suppressed anymore, Dai Wu ignored everyone's eyes and walked towards the gate.

The little Taoist was taken aback when he saw a short and ugly beggar coming.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to chase people away, I saw groups of magpies flying over and landing on the dead tree in front of the door. The branches were densely packed, chirping non-stop.

Not only the little Taoist was stunned, but the other people who were seeking to see him were even more incredulous and pointed at Dai Wu.

A shrewd person's mind became active. He saw Dai Wu just now, and knew that he came here by knocking and kneeling in three steps. It's amazing, he is definitely an expert.

With an idea in my heart, I don't plan to see Yi Qingfeng anymore, so I just waited for Dai Wu to come out and knelt down on the ground, isn't this a ready-made master!

Just as Dai Wu was about to open his mouth to declare his family name, he saw an old man with immortal demeanor walking from the depths of the Taoist temple.

That demeanor was really extraordinary, Dai Wu was a little drunk watching him, his thoughts were superficial, high-spirited and affectionate, like a god who forged his strength of character and shone with boundless wisdom.

White socks cloud shoes, white socks, black shoes with a cloud head embroidered on the front, stepping out and waving the big sleeves, it is really magnificent and fascinating.

"Welcome fellow daoist, please come inside." Yi Qingfeng flicked his sleeves and made a gesture of invitation, quite politely, and let Dai Wu in.

"I'm disturbing Fellow Daoist Qingxiu." Dai Wu was more polite, made a bow, followed Yi Qingfeng, and walked into the Taoist temple.

The two came to the main hall, where Sanqing was enshrined. Dai Wu followed the Taoist rules, went to the countryside and did as the Romans did, and respectfully lit a stick of incense.

The movement of him offering incense and kneeling down also made Yi Qingfeng infatuated, the movements that have been honed to perfection, and the artistic conception of refinement, made Yi Qingfeng only have one thought in his heart, "This is a fairy!"

In fact, Dai Wu's pilgrimage movements, three steps, one knock, and then pinching seals, did not come from the Buddhist school. The Buddhist school uses clasped hands.

His movements are the etiquette that our country had in the pre-Qin period. There are nine kinds of salutes recorded in the Zhou Rites: "One day, the head is bowed, the second day is the first, and the third day is empty...."

He learned it from here. The Confucian and Taoist etiquette of worshiping ancestors and masters was also transformed from Zhou Rites and became his own culture.

After burning incense, the two looked at each other, a feeling of sympathy and sympathy emerged spontaneously. It was rare to meet a fellow Taoist who was as magnanimous as themselves.

"When I got up early today, I knew there was a distinguished guest coming, but I don't know why my friend came here." Yi Qingfeng led Dai Wu out of the main hall and wandered around in the courtyard.

"I'm here to seek Taoism. I want to learn swordsmanship from fellow Taoists. I want to be a sword fairy. A ray of white light goes straight up to the clouds. How cool!" Dai Wu said honestly.

"Hey, fellow daoist, you are too polite. I don't have the Tao, and I don't know what a sword fairy is. I'm just a bad old man who can look at flowers and the moon, but I don't know swordsmanship." Yi Qingfeng denied it, saying that he didn't know swordsmanship.

Dai Wu knew in his heart that the real masters are very humble, they don't show off, they don't show off, and he himself is the same, humble to the extreme.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be polite. Let's help each other and discuss the truth. I also have interesting things here." After Dai Wu finished speaking, he turned his head and thought about it.

His current hair has not been trimmed for a few months, and it has become long hair, like an artist, hanging down and hanging around his neck, but his slovenly appearance cannot reveal the temperament of an artist.

Dai Wu pulled out a piece of hair, about ten centimeters, held it in his hands, and blew on the strand of hair, and saw that the long, soft and drooping hair slowly stood upright, as if someone had straightened it. Force on both sides, so that he can't slump down.

Yi Qingfeng looked at it and thought nothing of it. He could do it, but it was just the use of thoughts. The consciousness is out of the body, and he can control some very light things. Like supernatural powers, this technology is not worth mentioning.

But the next second he stared straight.

I saw Dai Wu tossing the hair, and then leaping forward, stepping on the hair with his feet, actually crossing the void, breaking away from the gravity, using the hair as a boat, swinging in the void, three meters above the ground Too many, flying all over the yard, so chic!
While wearing Wudang, Yi Qingfeng had an idea, and shouted "Sword!"

I saw a long sword flying out of the hall and landed in Yi Qingfeng's hand.

"Fellow Daoist, take the sword!" Yi Qingfeng shouted, and then threw the sword.

Dai Wu jumped up, stepped on the long sword, laughed, and shouted happily: "Yujian is flying!"

Then use consciousness to control the long sword, wanting to play awe-inspiring and become a sword fairy.

It turned out that the sword was too heavy, it was made of real fine steel, the sword was 1.4 meters long, and the weight was really heavy. Dai Wu couldn't hold it down at all, and it failed immediately.

Hearing only a sound of "嗖", he even took the sword with him, and stuck it straight on the ground, digging a big hole in the ground, which made Dai Wu dizzy, not knowing where to go, where to go, and where to go.

Yi Qingfeng hurried over to help Dai Wu, opened his mouth and asked, "Daoist friend, pass on your secret to me, I will be your apprentice!"

Another hundred-year-old guy wanted to worship Dai Wu as his teacher, but this time it was Dai Wu's turn to compete.

Standing up tremblingly, patting the dust on his body, the old god said in a deep voice: "I am a little beggar, how can I know any secrets, I dare not mislead my disciples, I will not accept apprentices, I will not accept apprentices."

(End of this chapter)