Chapter 3 Qualifications for Competition

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts.

Literati and ink writers, writing poems and songs, eight-strand articles, different eras, different categories, it is difficult to compare a high and low.

I can only comment on the phrase 'each has its own merits'.

It is also difficult to distinguish who is high and who is low, so there is no first.

The swordsman Wufu is different, fists and feet, knives, sticks, guns and sticks, and you can directly come to the ring.

As the saying goes, it's the mule that pulls the horse out and slips.

Practicing martial arts is directly contested, and once you pull it out, you can immediately distinguish the winner and loser, so there is no second martial arts.

Now that the Supreme Zen Master asked Nie Feng to take all the disciples to compete with others, Nie Feng didn't feel anything, after all, when he competed in martial arts, his fists and feet were eyeless, and he was likely to be injured.

However, the other disciples regarded this incident as an honor competition for the great disciples of the Supreme Zen Master.

The Supreme Zen Master asked Nie Feng to represent his disciples in the competition, and the disciples directly thought that this was the rhythm of the Supreme Zen Master to make Nie Feng a big disciple.

How can this convince everyone.

A group of people pushed and shouted, all clamoring to fight Nie Feng.

Nie Feng saw his brother Fang Shiyu with resentful eyes, and only then did he understand how important this reputation was to the ancients.

It's no wonder that in martial arts novels, there are people who go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire for a first, even if they make everyone betray their relatives, they will not hesitate.

understood what everyone was thinking, but Nie Feng didn't agree with everyone's views.

"Amitabha," Nie Feng clasped his hands together, said with a lotus tongue, and said with a smile: "Senior brothers, you want the qualifications for this competition, compete with me, and it's useless to win against me here!" It's better for everyone to go with me to find the master and let the master be a supervisor, firstly, you can avoid fists and feet without eyes and accidentally injuring your own brothers, and secondly, with the presence of the master, the winner can directly represent all the brothers and sisters. Brothers, what do I suggest? ”

"Nie Feng, didn't you go to the master to complain?" Ma Ning'er looked grim, and with an arrow step, she directly blocked Nie Feng's retreat, and said gloomily and coldly.

"Although I am not a monk, I am not so good at lying in front of many brothers," Nie Feng smiled, spread his hands, and his eyes were soft and clear, showing his demeanor.

The disciples were right to think about it, so many senior brothers were watching and listening, how could Nie Feng dare to disobey everyone and go back on his word.

So, everyone coerced Nie Feng, walked out of the backyard, and came to the door of the Zen Master's meditation room.

On this day, the Zen Master was reading a letter from Chen Jinnan, the chief helmsman of the Friends Heaven and Earth Society, about some recent developments, as well as the recent uprising movement that was being organized.

Suddenly, I heard a noise outside the door, and I couldn't help but beat my eyebrows.

This is Nie Feng knocked lightly on the door and said, "Master, disciple Nie Feng asks to see." ”

After putting away the letter, the Supreme Zen Master walked over, opened the door, and was surprised to see that all his disciples had arrived.

Nie Feng said together: "Master, the disciple has something to report. The day before yesterday, the master asked the disciples to compete with the senior brothers on behalf of the senior brothers and sisters. The disciples were afraid that they would not be good at their studies, so they consulted with the brothers and sisters. I would like to ask Master to select the best students from among the disciples. ”

The disciples had been staring at Nie Feng in a daze, lest he report everyone, and at this moment they were relieved to hear him take the matter to themselves.

It's just that Nie Feng's words, in front of the best Zen master, can't be concealed at all.

Fortunately, the best Zen master is not a person who cares, since Nie Feng said so, and there are many disciples present, it is inconvenient to ask carefully, so he can only nod his head in response.

It's just that he glanced up, and the more than fifty disciples in front of him couldn't help frowning.

"Nie Feng, looking for you for the teacher and learning from your uncle's disciples, it was originally just an exchange, everyone learns and makes progress together, and there is no need to compare. Do you understand the original meaning? ”

"Disciple understands!"

Nie Feng smiled bitterly in his heart: "It's useless for me to understand alone, as long as someone doesn't understand, someone will fight......"

Fortunately, the old Zen master could also guess Nie Feng's suffering, sighed in his heart, and said: "This martial arts competition is inevitably injured by mistake, you are all brothers of the same sect, it is better to change the martial arts to the literary competition!" ”

"Master, what is Wenbi?" Fang Shiyu had been standing next to Nie Feng, and when he heard the old Zen master speak, he couldn't help but be curious, and asked.

The old Zen master smiled silently, raised his feet and walked towards the back mountain.

More than fifty disciples followed one after another.

This Longzang Temple is very large, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Don't look at the old Zen master is old, but his steps are fast, but in a few minutes, he walked out of the gable of Longzang Temple.

Nie Feng followed closely behind, behind him was Fang Shiyu, and then behind him were Sande and the others.

After the old Zen master walked out of the gable of Longzang Temple, he walked faster and faster, and stepped out in one step, and there was more than one zhang.

At this time, not to mention Nie Feng, the other disciples all guessed the content of Wenbi.

Light work!

In the martial arts competition, there is no need to fight only for light skills, and you are not afraid of accidental injury.

Now the old Zen master walked in the front, and half an hour later, more than 50 disciples behind him, dragged and stretched, two or three miles long.

"Amitabha!"

The old Zen master walked to a river, sat down, and started to meditate.

Nie Feng was the first to arrive, followed by Hong Xiguan.

The two almost didn't distinguish between the front and back feet, glanced at each other, and saw the solemnity of each other.

When the two of them were pranayama, Fang Shiyu also arrived.

From the perspective of light skills, Fang Shiyu is a cut below Nie Feng.

The next person was not Lu Acai, or Tong Qianjin, but Hu Huiqian, a younger brother of Hong Xiguan.

Hu Huiqian is followed by Lu Acai.

Again the Sande Monk.

It's Tong Qianjin again.

It's Ma Ning'er again.

Then there are Wu Xiaoliu and other younger brothers.

It can be seen that among the many disciples, there is still a big gap.

Ma Ning'er's face was the worst, because he had the worst light skills among the leader's disciples.

After her face was gloomy for a while, Ma Ning'er suddenly laughed and said, "It's really hot after running so far!" ”

When the words landed, he took off his clothes.

When the clothes outside fell to the ground, the disciples were shocked.

It turned out that Ma Ning'er had two sandbags tied to his legs, and after he threw them on the ground, he could guess that there were at least twenty catties in them just by listening to the heavy impact of the sound.

All the disciples practice light gong every day, and they usually tie five to ten catties of sandbags, but this Ma Ning'er is tied with more than twenty catties, and with these twenty catties of sandbags, he can still run into the top ten.

The light exercise method was suddenly looked up to by everyone.

"Hmph, it's so hot!"

Fang Shiyu has always loved to be in the limelight, how can she be willing to let Ma Ning'er be beautiful in front of her, she laughed casually, and even untied her clothes.

took two sandbags from himself and threw them to the ground, the weight of the sandbags was no less than Ma Ning'er's sandbags before.

Santoku also unbuttoned his clothes and threw out the sandbags.

This was followed by Tong Qianjin's.

In the follower was Hu Huiqian's.

Hong Xiguan's.

……

The other top dozen disciples all took off the sandbags, and the weight varied, but they were all at least ten catties or more.

In the end, only Nie Feng lowered his eyebrows and stood beside the old Zen master, silently and unbuttoning his clothes, which made the disciples laugh.

"Amitabha," the old Zen master finally opened his eyes, recited a Buddha name, and stood up from the ground after all the disciples had arrived.

"There are three Wenbi today, and now the second item is the competition, crossing the river!"

As the old Zen master spoke, his finger pointing to the river in front of him.

I saw that this small river is about three zhang wide, and the clear water of the river can be seen at a glance The sand bed at the bottom of the river can be seen.

Without waiting for the disciples to speak, the old Zen master continued: "My Shaolin Dharma Patriarch once had a light gong method, called 'crossing the river with a reed'. The teacher has already inspected your light skills just now, and now you only need to cross the river. ”

"You should remember three points, first, you must not borrow bridges or boats, second, you must not get soaked in your clothes, and third, you must not reuse the methods used by other disciples to cross the river."

The old Zen master said, and with a light jump, his body floated to the other side of the river.

The distance of three zhang wide, whether it is close or not, and whether it is far or not, as long as everyone thinks of a way, there is still a way to get through.

But the old Zen master said that the method repeated by others should not be used.

Everyone couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"I'll be the first!"

Just now, Hong Xiguan was occupied by Nie Feng, and he was angry, and as he spoke, he actually took another package from his back and threw it on the ground.

'Bang'.

A curious disciple stepped forward to uncover it, and it turned out to be a pair of twin spears made of wrought iron.

Looking at the weight of the double guns, a few also have thirty or fifty catties.

Everyone thought that Hong Xiguan seemed to have untied two sandbags just now, and with these two guns, they couldn't help but have a deep sense of awe for Hong Xiguan's light skills.

Hong Xiguan moved his muscles and bones, and it was useless to even run, so he actually learned the appearance of the old Zen master, and he also jumped lightly and arrived on the other side of the river.

The distance of three zhang is a full ten meters.

Hong Xiguan jumped lightly.

Nie Feng also had to nod his head in admiration.

The other disciples were even more admiring, but after admiration, they were even more deeply annoyed, because there was already a method that had been used.

When the old Zen master saw Hong Xiguan respectfully saluting him, he couldn't help but nod and smile: "But! ”

"I'll have a second one!"

was pulled out by Hong Xiguan, and Nie Feng also had the heart to fight.

Let's say, come to the bamboo forest next to it, turn your palm into a knife, and with a 'whoosh', a bamboo pole five or six zhang long fell in response.

Nie Feng's hand knife flew over, and in a moment, the bamboo pole branch was cut extremely smooth.

When the disciples saw Nie Feng also show their hands, they were impressed.

Nie Feng is already a master of transforming strength, and light skills are not a problem, in fact, he was able to leap over just now, but it was just for Hong Xiguan to take the lead.

Crossing the river with light power is a method.

Nie Feng is now using the second method, the pole!

I saw that he held one end of the bamboo pole in his hand, ran two steps from a distance, and inserted the other end of the bamboo pole directly into the bottom of the riverbed.

Everyone saw that Nie Feng followed the elasticity of the bamboo pole, flew up directly from six zhang away, jumped and flipped in the air, and after a while, his body had landed lightly.

Then the crowd exclaimed.

Nie Feng jumped in the air just now, at least exceeding the distance of ten zhang.

With such a method, I'm afraid Hong Xiguan can't do it......