The Great Martial Arts World: Hot Topics and Great Heroes

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Are they Wudang disciples?

Among the three generations of Wudang disciples, isn't "Little Master Song" the strongest?

Upon seeing this, Fang Zheng's expression turned serious, and he said, "Young benefactor, please... put away your martial arts!"

Seeing that the old abbot insisted on revealing the matter, Zeng Aniu sighed, and the yin-yang fish on the ground immediately dispersed. At the same time... the next blow from the staff made the old Xuanci shudder uncomfortably.

"Amitabha, may I ask if you are a disciple of Wudang?" Fang Zheng asked hesitantly. At this moment, Kong Wen and Kong Xing found him somewhat familiar.

However, his "scenes" were far fewer than in the original work, and with a little concealment, he wasn't immediately recognized.

Zeng Aniu then removed his headscarf, wiped his dirty face, and said, "This junior, Zhang Wuji, is... half a disciple of Wudang. I greet all the masters! I concealed my identity simply to avoid trouble, and I hope you will understand..."

Wudang Mountain was still closed, so Zhang Wuji deliberately referred to himself as "half" to avoid being criticized.

"Shaolin is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, and has always been compassionate. Although Abbot Xuanci voluntarily accepted the punishment, how could he beat his father to death in front of his child? I am an outsider and should not have commented, but have you ever felt the pain of losing your father and mother? I could not save my own parents back then, but today I dare to ask your temple to reconsider!"

After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, he gradually remembered whose martial arts world Zhang Wuji was, and fell silent for a moment.

Originally, everyone was secretly laughing at this kid. Although his martial arts skills were amazing, he couldn't distinguish right from wrong and was just pretending to be kind and a fake bodhisattva!

But after remembering who Zhang Wuji was, everyone was speechless—when Zhang Wuji's parents died, Shaolin Temple had a share in the responsibility, but now he was gone…

Chapter 787 I'm educated, you can't fool me.

"Amitabha."

The Shaolin monks chanted Buddhist prayers, and Kongwen and Kongxing both showed signs of embarrassment.

Back in Wudang Mountain, they forced Master Zhang to hand over Zhang Cuishan and to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts. As a result, Zhang Cuishan committed suicide and his wife followed him in death. Who would have thought that today, the abbot of the Southern Shaolin Temple would need Zhang Wuji to plead for mercy...

"Tsk tsk, Zhang Wuji is the son of Zhang Cuishan, one of the Five Heroes of Wudang. His parents were forced to their deaths by the various sects back then!"

"Alas, Shaolin Temple, which claims to be a Buddhist sect, is not even as compassionate as this young man..."

"Hehe, if you ask me, Shaolin can't let Xuanci off the hook, otherwise its thousand-year-old reputation will be ruined in an instant!"

"Hmph, if we let Xuanci go, I bet there are plenty of monks in Shaolin who are cheating on their wives."

"No way, no way, Shaolin wouldn't really want to take this opportunity to let Xuanci go, would they?"

……

As soon as Zhang Wuji said this, the group of righteous people in the martial arts world split into two opposing sides, criticizing Shaolin. They were just waiting for Shaolin to make a decision before they would unite on one side and concentrate their firepower to condemn them!

Ultimately, if Shaolin wants to kill Xuanci, it means they are using ruthless methods for the sake of their reputation; if they don't kill Xuanci, it means they are condoning evil and even colluding with him.

Fang Zheng glanced at Xuan Nan, then at Xuan Ji—the two newly appointed abbots and the head of the disciplinary hall.

After all, it was a matter concerning the Southern Shaolin Temple, and... those who went to Wudang Mountain back then were mostly from the Northern Shaolin Temple, so he really couldn't bring himself to speak up.

Seeing that the two remained silent, Fang Zheng had no choice but to step forward and say, "Amitabha, young benefactor, you are kind-hearted. On behalf of my junior brother Xuanci and my disciple Xuzhu, I thank you."

Fang Zheng looked around at the monks enforcing the law and said, "He has already received a hundred strokes of the cane. According to the temple rules, the prohibitions against killing and lust should only result in expulsion from Shaolin after a hundred strokes. Although Xuan Ci is the abbot, he should receive double the punishment, but... considering his advanced age, the remaining hundred strokes..."

As Fang Zheng was pondering, Xu Zhu took the initiative to kneel down and said, "Abbot Fang Zheng! This disciple is willing to... to accept the punishment on your behalf!"

For a moment, Xu Zhu didn't know how to address Xuan Ci.

"Alright, let's do it that way then." Fang Zheng nodded.

Xu Zhu's skills were rudimentary, and whether he used his internal energy to protect himself made little difference. A hundred blows from the staff would surely cause him some injury, but being a young man, his injuries would be better than those of Xuan Ci, who did not use his internal energy.

Of course, Fang Zheng did not believe that Xuan Ci would survive if he did not die from the staff. However, as others satirized, no matter what the decision was, it would be a disgrace to Shaolin. So, let's choose one that will cause less bloodshed!

Whether Xuanci died at the hands of his enemies or committed suicide afterward was no longer relevant to Shaolin.

Ye Erniang then cried and pleaded, "I am also willing to be punished, please punish me as well!"

Fang Zheng ignored her, and Xuan Ji said from the side, "Ye Erniang, you are not a disciple of the Chan sect, so Shaolin's punishment has nothing to do with you."

You believer... please don't tarnish Shaolin's reputation!

On the other hand, Xuan Ci remained silent, not because he was pretending to be deaf and dumb, but because he was completely stunned by the fight between Yuan Shan and Mr. Fang!

Xuan Ci had been beaten a hundred times, and his life was almost over. When he looked at Mr. Fang, his face and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

At that moment, Yuanshan's fighting spirit grew even stronger, and he actually withstood a "Great Vajra Palm" from Mr. Fang, raising his hand to counter with his own palm strike...

Mr. Fang knew things were going badly, so he changed his move to "Chasing Wind Palm" midway through. He struck Yuanshan's shoulder with only three-tenths of his strength, while the other seven-tenths helped him retreat several feet in an instant.

However, Yuanshan's palm strike was the power of the Great Sumeru Palm!

The Great Sumeru Palm, as its name suggests, is derived from the idea of ​​"containing Sumeru in a mustard seed." It does not simply highlight the vastness of Mount Sumeru, but rather implies "containing it in a mustard seed." The characteristic of this palm technique is that it ignores the principle of "near is large and far is small." Wherever the internal force reaches, the palm force is not weakened by distance!

Caught off guard, Mr. Fang leaned back in time, but his mask was still swept off.

A face appeared... that Chu Luren didn't recognize. But it didn't matter. Chu Luren immediately looked at Murong Jiu and saw his expression. He knew he hadn't guessed wrong.

Murong Jiu only tightened his grip on the fan handle, but three or four people had already called him "Father" and four or five people had called him "Father-in-law" – there were quite a few of the Murong family's eight daughters and eight sons-in-law present!

“Murong… Bo!” Xuan Ci glared at him intently.

Previously, he only knew that Murong Bo had also died young, and assumed that he was feeling guilty and therefore refused to reveal who had deceived him, thus ruining his posthumous reputation. Little did he know...

Those present in the martial arts world were also buzzing with discussion and astonishment—Murong Bo was actually alive? What on earth…?

Upon discovering his identity, Zhao Qiansun jumped out without Xuan Ci needing to say anything: "It's you? Murong the Old Ghost! Weren't you dead? You provided false information to Xuan Ci back then, causing the deaths of so many brothers. You... I think you've lost all face and cut yourself off from the world!"

"Murong Bo! So that's what you are... You told Xuan Ci that Manchus wanted to steal Shaolin's secret techniques, but it turns out you faked your death to come here and steal Shaolin's secret techniques!" Granny Tan said angrily.

"Old Patriarch?" Bao Butong and the others also widened their eyes.

Even after his identity was exposed, Murong Bo remained calm and said, "That's right! My Murong family is from Ryukyu..."

However, Murong Bo had already learned of the tacit understanding between the Divine Marquis's Mansion and his "son," so he wanted to confirm the matter of the Ryukyu royal family.

Unexpectedly, Huang Rong loudly proclaimed, "The Murong Clan, Canhe Manor, and now there's a 'Master Fang,' which must be the one who obtained the 'Battle of Fangtou' between Murong Chui of the Former Yan and Huan Wen of the Eastern Jin, right? And Canhe Manor, it must be a reminder of the 'Battle of Canhe Slope' that marked the beginning of the fall of the Later Yan?"

Murong Bo: ...

Sure enough, those who constantly bully others for being uncultured, give them nicknames, and make memes will eventually face retribution.

Xuan Ci was barely clinging to life, but he still managed to speak out about many things he hadn't understood before...

Xuan Bei died from his own signature move, but Murong Fu did have an alibi. Now it seems that he died at the hands of Murong Bo!

It seems that when Xuanbei was ordered by Xuanci to question the matter at Shanhaiguan, he discovered some secret. Murong Bo deliberately waited until Xuanbei went to Dali before taking action, which was naturally to provoke a conflict between Shaolin and the Duan family of Dali.

However, his One-Finger Divine Skill was ultimately just a superficial imitation, and in the end, it still managed to kill Xuan Bei through "shifting stars and changing constellations".

There were also many other unsolved cases in the martial arts world. Xuan Ci also thought of a few that could reveal the motives behind them and brought them up. Sure enough, Murong Bo confessed to everything!

Seeing this, Chu Luren couldn't help but look at Murong Bo with "admiration" - originally, seeing him colluding with Chen Youliang and becoming the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he thought this old guy would stop swindling his "son", but it turns out... a swindler is a swindler!

Upon learning that this person was the culprit, Yuanshan became enraged and attacked even more fiercely. Qiao Feng, upon learning that his mother had died tragically because of this scoundrel, disregarded all the rules of the martial world and immediately wanted to join forces with his father.

Murong Jiu was also stunned. He was just watching the drama between Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect, but then he turned around and found himself in the middle of it.

However, seeing the father and son attacking together, she couldn't sit still any longer. She leaped up and shouted, "Qiao Feng! Don't hurt my father!"

Chu Luren was immediately in a state of panic. Qiao Feng, on the other hand, had no idea that Murong Jiu was a woman. He was still thinking, "This kid is really no good. No wonder rumors are spreading about him to my second brother... cough cough," and attacked with even more hatred. But Murong Jiu glanced at Chu Luren in a subtle way!

Both sides are my flesh and blood, and... you're not in the right either!

Chu Luren's eyes darted around, and seeing that Kumārajīva was retreating, clearly plotting something wicked, he quickly shouted, "Hey! Stop trying to harm people with sneak attacks!"

As he spoke, he struck out with a palm towards Kumārajīva, without explaining who he intended to hurt...

Kumārajīva: ? ? ?

Chapter 788 Third Brother, Second Brother is very pleased

Kumārajīva did want to do something, but he didn't expect that Chu Luren would still be staring at him at this moment.

Moreover... I haven't even made a move yet, so why is this guy talking as if he used a hidden weapon?

Little did they know what Chu Luren was thinking—even if it meant grabbing a bystander and beating them up, in short… he couldn’t just sit idly by, but he also couldn’t show favoritism to anyone.

In terms of closeness, both sides are equal; in terms of reason, the elder brother is definitely more in the right. If we're just talking about the facts, it was Murong Bo who was up to no good from the very beginning!

However, how can one simply measure things when one is in the thick of it?

Both sides are flesh and blood, and Chu Luren doesn't want to help either side.

and……

The current Murong Jiu has been strengthened many times, and when she fights Qiao Feng, it's a 50/50 chance—provided that Qiao Feng doesn't lose his temper!

Look at him, Feng's father is the same.

It seems like a 50/50 situation now, but... if either Qiao Feng or Yuan Shan falls behind or gets injured, the other will jump up and beat up the Murong father and son, whose stamina is waning!

Chu Luren didn't care about anything else for the time being, and grabbed Kumārajīva to start fighting.

"Big brother, second brother! I'm here to help you!" Duan Yu couldn't sit still any longer when he saw that his eldest and second brothers had already made their move, and that this was not a martial arts competition.

Moreover, Duan Yu knew his elder brother's temperament and also knew that the other side was a place where enemies met and were extremely hostile, so he also came over to beat up Kumārajīva!

Kumārajīva and Chu Luren exchanged more than a dozen moves, evenly matched. Based on their previous experience, as long as neither of them fought desperately and they exchanged normal moves, they could fight until dark without any problem.

However, Duan Yu, in a moment of recklessness, rushed forward. With a shout, he spread his arms to the left and right, circulating his inner energy. From his sleeves, five "flying swords" of different colors and shimmering light shot out...

Chu Luren: ? ? ?

I haven't even found "Eight Swords Flying Together" yet!

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a flying sword at all, but rather six streams of true energy, which were now faintly coalescing into a real sword shape. Guided by Duan Yu's hand gestures, they charged forward in a fierce attack...

Seeing this, Chu Luren temporarily stepped back to see how Duan Yu would perform. The six "flying swords" worked together seamlessly, forming the Six Meridians Divine Sword Formation, which was even more powerful than when the six monks of Tianlong joined forces!

Firstly, Duan Yu at this time didn't have so many "worries," so he could concentrate a little more on practicing martial arts; secondly, the inner demons that Duan Yu was drawn out by the jade statue were destroyed by the Zhenlong Chess Game, which also gave rise to his own inner demons, and he had other adventures afterward; thirdly, with the Heavenly Gate wide open, Duan Yu's progress was much easier!

Seeing that his third brother was far stronger than he had imagined, Chu Luren felt greatly gratified—it had not been in vain that he, as his elder brother, had fought for him, overcoming all obstacles and defeating his inner demons…

I'm very pleased, but could you please stop stealing my monsters?

Although not as powerful as the epic-level upgrade of Kumārajīva, it seems that Kumārajīva won't be able to defeat Duan Yu without at least a hundred moves.

Especially when Chu Luren saw that Duan Yu combined "Lingbo Weibu" with "Liupin Shenjian" and could condense his true qi into a sword while stepping on the air, his figure constantly flashing around Kumārajīva in the air, Chu Luren adjusted his estimate to two or three hundred moves, and even that if Kumārajīva was careless, there was a risk that he would stumble!

But this raises a problem: if I join forces with Duan Yu, I can defeat Kumārajīva in a few dozen moves—that won't do, I need to find another tough passerby!