My Wife, Something is Wrong - Chapter 416

Chapter 416: stick vs iron stick




  Chapter 416 Wooden Sticks vs. Iron Rods

Goodbye, forever?

  Luo Qingzhou pondered for a while when he heard the words, and suddenly asked: "Senior sister, did she ask you to tell Chu Feiyang this sentence, or..."

  Sister Dao looked at him strangely: "Is there a difference? Isn't it all you?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "I want to know if she recognized me after all."

Sister Dao thought about it carefully, and said: "She didn't say anything else. She came here before dawn, and said [bring him a word] after seeing me. As for who this [he] is, I do not know either."

  Luo Qingzhou thought for a while and said, "That's Chu Feiyang."

   Then he sighed and said, "I hope she will keep her word and don't come to me again, otherwise, every time I come out and go back, I will have a psychological shadow."

  Sister Dao stared carefully at the expression on his face for a while, and said in surprise: "Chu Feiyang, it seems that you are sincere. Are you really not interested in her?"

  Luo Qingzhou asked back: "Why should I be interested in her?"

  Sister Dao took it for granted: "Because she is very beautiful and has a good figure, and her surname is Nangong, she is a royal, her status is noble, and her family property is rich. Which man would refuse such a woman?"

  Luo Qingzhou said: "How do you know her identity?"

Sister Dao smiled and said: "Her carriage is very obvious, with the royal logo on it. She told me that her name is Gong Meijiao, obviously missing a word. And her clothes and temperament, as well as the expensive storage ring, It's not something that ordinary people should have. Of course, the most important thing is that whether you are Chu Feiyang or Luo Qingzhou, you are afraid of her, isn't that obvious? You are a martial artist, a Juren, and the son-in-law of the Qin family."

  Luo Qingzhou paused, and said, "I'm afraid of her, not because she's a royal."

  Sister Dao walked in front, turned her head and said: "But there must be this reason, isn't it?"

  Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, but couldn't refute.

  Sister Dao smiled and said, "Chu Feiyang, you haven't answered my question yet? Are you really not interested in her?"

  Luo Qingzhou said without thinking: "No."

  Sister Dao thought for a while, and said: "That's right, your wife is actually very beautiful. Although she is weak, she has another very special kind of graceful beauty. Anyway, it is hard to forget at a glance."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't speak any more, and couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: If you see my first wife, then you will really be hard to forget.

  The two talked all the way, and soon came to the alley in Spring Garden where Ling Xiaozong's sub-helm was located.

Sister Dao looked forward, frowned, and said seriously: "Chu Feiyang, don't worry about what happened in the restaurant last night for the time being. After I go later, I still have to say hello when I see Senior Brother He and the others. After all, we will practice together in the future, and we will probably go out to do missions together. If we don’t look up and look down, we still have to do the superficial kung fu. With the master there, he doesn’t dare to mess around.”

  Luo Qingzhou said: "I know."

  Sister Dao sighed and said: "For the sake of cultivation, some grievances are inevitable. In this world, strength is always respected. When you become stronger than him in the future, he will naturally not dare to underestimate you."

  Luo Qingzhou didn't speak again.

  The two came to the door and knocked on the door.

  The sound of punching and blasting air came from the yard.

   "Squeak..."

  Nie Yunrong came over and opened the door. After seeing the two, he smiled and said, "Senior Sister Dao, Junior Brother Chu, come in quickly."

   The two nodded and walked in.

  In the front yard, the second senior brother Feng Yunsong was boxing with the third senior brother Zhang Yuanshan. Others, including Sun Jiang, were watching from the sidelines.

  Sister Dao walked over with Luo Qingzhou, first called "Master" and then greeted the others.

  He Yang smiled all over his face, seeming to have forgotten what happened last night, and said: "Junior Brother Chu, I heard that you also practice boxing. You can go up and practice with the two of them later."

  Yanmei on the side just nodded slightly to the greetings of the two, and did not speak.

  Feng Yunsong and Zhang Yuanshan fought for a while, then Fang stopped his fists and stood still.

Sun Jiang frowned, and said, "Yun Song, you said you have been practicing Kongshanquan for half a year, how can I see that you haven't even practiced for a month? The fifth move, the eleventh move, and the last move. They all played terribly."

  Feng Yunsong's face was full of embarrassment, he lowered his head and said, "My disciple is dull."

  Sun Jiang turned around and said, "Come on, follow me to the backyard, and I will teach you again."

  Feng Yunsong hurriedly followed.

  The front yard suddenly fell silent.

  He Yang and Yan Mei didn't speak, they turned and left directly, and went to practice in the open space on the other side.

Zhang Yuanshan wiped off his sweat, walked up to Sister Dao and Luo Qingzhou, smiled, and said, "Junior Sister Dao, Junior Brother Chu, don't worry about what happened last night, we are all from the same school, there is no need to make trouble like Like an enemy."

  Sister Dao nodded and said: "I know, thank you Brother Zhang for your righteous words last night."

  Zhang Yuanshan smiled and said: "I'm just telling the truth. We all came here like this. Brother He and the others just couldn't think about it for a while. It's okay. It will be fine in a few days."

  The two talked for a while, Zhang Yuanshan looked at the young man next to him, and said, "I heard that Junior Brother Chu is also practicing boxing, do you want to do a few tricks?"

  Luo Qingzhou hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said, "Then I would like to ask Senior Brother Zhang to give me some advice."

  Sister Dao touched him with her elbow, and said with a smile: "It's good to have a discussion, but don't hurt anyone."

  Nie Yunrong on the side smiled and said: "Senior Dao, don't worry, Brother Zhang's boxing can be retracted freely, and won't hurt your little brother."

  Sister Dao looked at her and said, "How come it belongs to me? Isn't it your little brother?"

  Nie Yunrong grinned and said, "He's my junior brother, but not from my family."

  Sister Dao gave her a blank look, and said: "You think too much, the family is not mine."

  Luo Qingzhou and Zhang Yuanshan have already walked into the open space in front.

  Zhang Yuanshan smiled and said, "Junior Brother Chu, my punches are heavy, so you have to be careful."

  Luo Qingzhou said: "Brother Zhang, just come."

"it is good!"

  The two of them stopped talking and started fighting.

  Zhang Yuanshan's boxing is not only heavy, but also fierce. The disadvantage is that it is slow, but his defense is very strong.

  Luo Qingzhou used the punching technique of flying plum blossoms.

   This set of boxing techniques is exclusively for martial arts students. In the realm of martial arts masters, apart from being fast enough, they are actually not very powerful.

  His real power is the Thunderbolt Fist with lightning, and the Bull Demon God Art.

  Even the Shaking Mountain Fist is much more powerful than the Plum Blossom Flying Fist.

   "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  The two punched each other a few times, and Luo Qingzhou retreated lightly, randomly and relying on speed, entangled him.

  At this time, He Yang and Yan Mei also walked over, looking at the competition in the arena.

Nie Yunrong was surprised at the side and said: "Sister Dao, Junior Brother Chu's boxing style looks so dazzling and light. Although Senior Brother Zhang's boxing technique is more powerful, it can be dispelled by Junior Brother Chu every time. Junior Brother Chu uses softness to overcome rigidity, and quickness Hide slowly, you probably won’t lose.”

Yan Mei, who was next to her, sneered when she heard this, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang didn't use all his strength. With the ferocity of Brother Zhang's boxing style, if he really fights, I'm afraid he won't be able to catch even ten blows. A punch is not a sword. It depends on strength and speed, softness and lightness are useless, hitting others has no effect at all."

He Yang on the side nodded and said: "Junior Sister Yan is right. This boxing looks good, but it is not practical. Although it is fast, it is not strong enough. Fist, stick, and knife are actually somewhat similar, and they all rely on the power of punching." won."

  The two were commenting on the sidelines, and the competition in the field was still going on.

   After fighting for a long time, Zhang Yuanshan saw that he had been unable to hit the opponent, so he immediately increased his speed and strength.

   At this time, Sun Jiang brought Feng Yunsong over and stood by to watch.

   After watching for a while, Sun Jiang suddenly said: "Stop!"

  The two people who were punching in the field stopped immediately.

Sun Jiang frowned, and said majesticly: "Yuan Shan, I have said many times that fists cannot be used. Even if he is a junior, you have to use all your strength during the competition. As long as you don't beat him to death, Everything else doesn't matter. You let him, not to cherish him, but to harm him. When he goes out and meets the enemy, do you think the enemy will let him?"

  Zhang Yuanshan quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Sun Jiang looked at the young man next to him again and said, "Feiyang, your boxing technique is too bad. Even if you cultivate it to the extreme, it's useless. It should be a boxing technique practiced by martial arts students, right? You're already at the middle stage of a martial artist, isn't it? Haven't you ever practiced the boxing techniques of an exclusive martial artist?"

  Sister Dao on the side quickly replied on his behalf: "Master, Chu Feiyang has always practiced at home by himself, and has no other boxing techniques."

  Sun Jiang frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Come on, follow me to the back. I will teach you the basic boxing techniques exclusive to Zongmen martial artists. In the last few months, you will practice this set of boxing techniques first."

Just as Luo Qingzhou was about to thank him, He Yang suddenly said: "Master, this is not appropriate, right? Brother Chu just joined the sect yesterday. According to the rules, you have to wait a month before going to the sect to kneel down to worship the patriarch tablet and read the sect According to regulations, you can only teach him the sect's martial arts after you make an oath, right?"

  Yan Mei also said: "Master, when we entered the door, we also followed the same rules. Even if he was brought in by Sister Dao, the disciple felt that it was not appropriate to do so."

  Sun Jiang glanced at the two, then looked at Zhang Yuanshan and Nie Yunrong, and said, "Yuanshan, Yunrong, what do you think?"

Zhang Yuanshan cupped his hands and said: "When I first started, the rules were indeed like this. But now the master is in charge, if the master trusts Junior Brother Chu, he can actually teach Junior Brother Chu the skills first, and then take Junior Brother Chu there after a month. Zongmen is.

  Nie Yunrong respectfully said: "I have no objection, I listen to Master."

Sun Jiang glanced at several people again, pondered for a while, and said: "The rules are the rules from before, not set by the sect. Now that I am in charge here, I can naturally take the initiative to accept disciples first and teach exercises first. Since Feiyang was brought by Linger, I naturally believe him."

   After finishing speaking, he said in a deep voice, "Feiyang, let's go, go to the back."

At this time, Sister Dao suddenly said: "Master, let's follow the previous rules. Since Brother He and the others were like this before, this disciple feels that it is necessary for Brother Chu to wait another month to go to the Zongmen to sacrifice Let’s talk about it after worshiping the Patriarch’s Tablet, so it’s fair to other talents.”

  Sun Jiang frowned, glanced at her, and was about to speak, when Luo Qingzhou said respectfully, "Master, I am willing to wait for a month. During this month, I can practice on my own first. I am not in a hurry."

Sun Jiang paused, stared at him for a while, Fang nodded and said: "In this case, let's wait another month. We will go to the sect in a month, and then the teacher will teach you the boxing and inner strength methods Here it is. If you are lucky and win the competition in the sect, or complete the mission of the sect, maybe you can go to the Zongmen's Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion by yourself and choose exercises at will."

  Luo Qingzhou cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master."

  Sun Jiang didn't speak any more, turned and left.

  The front yard was quiet for a moment.

  Yanmei snorted coldly, and couldn't help but sneer: "It's fine to go through the back door by yourself, even the people who brought me want to go through the back door. Cultivation doesn't depend on yourself, but on connections. Do you need to show some face?"

  Sister Dao's expression darkened when she heard the words: "Senior Sister Yan, are you talking about me?"

  Yanmei sneered, looked at her without hesitation and said, "Junior Sister Dao, who do you think I'm talking about?"

  Sister Dao clenched her fists and said with a livid face, "I didn't go through the back door, nor did I let Junior Brother Chu go through the back door. I joined the sect by my own ability, without any relationship."

  Yanmei sneered, turned her head to look at He Yang next to her and said, "Senior Brother He, do you believe it?"

  He Yang smiled faintly, and said, "Forget it, let Master have some face."

   Yanmei sneered and said, "Junior Sister Dao, how did you get into the sect? I dare not comment because I don't know. But he..."

Sister Dao's chest suddenly rose with anger: "What's wrong with him? Chu Feiyang also came in by his own ability. Although I introduced him, Master took a fancy to his cultivation talent. He is young and already a A martial artist's mid-term cultivation is no worse than yours."

  Yan Mei immediately ridiculed: "He is indeed no worse than me. A big man, his fists are soft, like a woman embroidering. Of course I can't compare. My iron rod is not as good as his embroidery."

  Sister Dao clenched her fists: "Does Senior Sister Yan really think your iron rod is very powerful?"

   Yanmei sneered and said, "At least it's better than your knife. Why, want to try?"

  Sister Dao took out her own knife with a "swish" and said **** for tat: "Will I be afraid of you?"

  Zhang Yuanshan quickly came over to persuade the fight: "Junior Sister Yan, Junior Sister Dao, forget it, they all belong to my own senior sisters, why should this be so. If Master sees it, everyone will be punished."

  Nie Yunrong also quickly grabbed Sister Dao and said, "Senior Sister Dao, forget it, let's go and learn from each other."

Yanmei looked disdainful: "You have just been promoted to the early stage of martial arts, and you are not qualified to fight with me. I am afraid that if you hit a stick, your precious knife will be broken immediately, and I can't afford it. If you cry at that time, I will also cry." I can't help it."

  Sister Dao's face turned pale with anger, she clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and was about to speak when Luo Qingzhou, who had been silent beside her, suddenly said, "Senior Sister Yan, is your stick very hard?"

  Yanmei looked at him contemptuously: "At least harder than your fist."

   Immediately, he glanced at a certain part of him, sneered and said, "Naturally harder than a certain part of yours."

  Luo Qingzhou nodded, and said again: "Senior Sister Yan, I actually have a stick here, and I think it is also very hard. If Senior Sister Yan is willing, we can try it."

   After finishing speaking, he took out a pitch-black wooden stick from the storage bag.

  After listening to Yanmei, he took another look at the wooden stick in his hand, and immediately couldn't help but sneered: "Junior Brother Chu, are you sure that your wooden stick is very hard?"

  Feng Yunsong on the side couldn't help laughing: "The wooden stick is very hard... Brother Chu is teasing us, right?"

  He Yang couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

  Only Sister Dao clenched the handle of the knife in her hand, looking seriously at the boy beside her.

  She is very familiar with his gaze and expression.

  Luo Qingzhou lightly stroked the wooden stick in his hand, and said calmly: "Maybe it's not too hard, but I think it should be harder than Senior Sister Yan's iron stick. Do you want to try it, Senior Sister Yan?"

  The field fell silent.

  Yan Mei narrowed her eyes, stared at him coldly for a while, and sneered, "Are you sure you want to try?"

  Luo Qingzhou looked at her and said: "If Senior Sister Yan takes back what she just insulted Senior Sister Dao, I don't have to try it. I won't be able to coax Senior Sister Yan to cry in case that happens."

  As soon as these words came out, Yanmei burst out laughing.

  He Yang and Feng Yunsong couldn't help laughing beside them.

   Even Zhang Yuanshan frowned and shook his head beside him.

Feng Yunsong couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother Chu, you are too crazy, aren't you? Junior sister Yan's iron rod was made of black iron with runes and other high-quality materials, and it was refined for ten times in the refining furnace. It came out only a few days ago. It is a family heirloom. Even some indestructible swords and knives cannot withstand its fierce blows. Even steel can be smashed with a stick. So, you know what you just said How funny is your joke?"

  He Yang sneered at the side and said: "Young and frivolous, there is nothing wrong with it. But being arrogant and arrogant is not good, it will only embarrass yourself."

Luo Qingzhou ignored their sarcasm, still holding the wooden stick in his hand, looked at the woman opposite and said, "Senior Sister Yan, I also spent a lot of money to buy this wooden stick, if you interrupt it, I don't want you I won't cry if you pay for it. But if your iron rod is broken, I hope Senior Sister Yan won't let me pay for it, and don't cry, is that okay?"

   "Shua!"

Yan Mei didn't talk nonsense with him anymore, she directly pulled out the iron rod from behind, and said with a sneer, "Since you insist on making a fool of yourself, then as a senior sister, I will naturally fulfill you. Don't worry, so many people testify, we all As a martial artist, you naturally know the rules. If you are injured, you will heal yourself, and if your weapon is broken, you will be unlucky. Come on, as a senior sister, I can give you three sticks first. After the three sticks, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Zhang Yuanshan wanted to go forward to persuade him again, but He Yang glanced at him, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's exchange ideas between the two, and the master also advocates it. At most, one stick can be broken, and there will be some bruises on his body. My junior brother, Yan Junior sister won't hit hard either."

  Seeing what he said, Zhang Yuanshan frowned, and couldn't persuade him anymore.

  Yan Mei held the stick in front of her chest, and said with a sneer, "Junior Brother Chu, use your strength. If the stick doesn't have any strength, then you, a man, will be completely useless."

  As soon as these words came out, Feng Yunsong next to him burst out laughing.

  Luo Qingzhou clenched the wooden stick in his hand, didn't speak any more, and rushed up, the internal force in his body surged up his arms, the wooden stick in his hand suddenly rose, and then fell down with a "swish" sound!

   "The first move!"

  Yanmei looked at his chaotic stick moves, said contemptuously, stood still, and directly raised the iron rod in her hand to block.

"boom!"

  The wooden stick fell heavily on her horizontal iron rod.

  Her arm shook suddenly, the tiger's jaw almost split open, her heart was secretly startled, but the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

  With such force, with the hardness of her iron rod, the opponent's wooden rod might be broken immediately.

   "Crack!"

   Sure enough, there was a cracking sound.

  She was about to sneer, but her arms suddenly loosened, and the same iron rod she was holding in both hands was...strangely broken in two...

  (end of this chapter)