Half a month later, a three-day enrollment began, and among the martial arts schools, people came and went, and it was very popular.

Several bald monks walked into the inner courtyard, attracting everyone's attention.

"I heard that Master Chu Cheng is very good at kung fu, I don't know if I can ask the poor monk for advice."

The sound contained an internal force, which was instantly diffused.

Sign-ups and visitors were instantly drawn in.

Master Chu Cheng was dressed in a gray robe and walked out of the main hall with a puzzled expression.

"Your Excellency?"

The leader stepped forward and said proudly: "The poor monk is the abbot of Shaolin Huikong, and he sat down with the eldest disciple Wu Neng."

"Poof!"

As soon as these words came out, there was laughter all around.

A child grabbed his mother and asked, "Mom, why is Wu Neng a monk?" Isn't he a pig? ”

There was laughter again.

Wu Neng and a few monks behind him, their faces instantly turned pale, and a wave of anger arose in their chests, and they didn't dare to attack because of the number of people, and said with a smile: "Little donor, Wu Neng is my number, not Zhu Wu Neng."

"This Master Wuneng is recruiting students at the martial arts school today, and his business is busy, so I'm afraid he won't have time to take care of the master, and he will teach another day."

"The students who came to report have only seen Master Chucheng's kung fu in the video, and today's enrollment is just for everyone to see and understand, isn't it a wish for everyone."

Hearing this, everyone was a little eager to try, and the person standing in the front row shouted, "Master Chu Cheng, we are very eager for your martial arts, why don't we all take a look, it doesn't matter if you delay a little time." ”

"Yes, master, you can try it with this monk."

Seeing this, Master Chu Cheng had no choice but to nod and say, "Since this is the case, then I will sacrifice one or two." ”

He said to Monk Wuneng: "Master Wuneng, please give me advice." ”

The corners of Wu Neng's mouth hooked up a sinister smile, and one hand became a claw.

"Please advise!"

Wu Neng Eagle Claw suddenly slammed into Master Chu Cheng's vital point, which was very ruthless.

Master Chu Cheng was in danger, the tip of the gun shook slightly, his body was shaking, and he flashed behind Wu Neng and pointed the gun at his back.

It seems that Master Chu Cheng has long expected this move, the eagle claw clamped the thunder spear, and turned to attack the second way under his feet, while the other hand secretly stored strength, and at the same time waited for the opportunity to strike.

Master Chu Cheng was startled, dodged the attack, broke free from the pinned thunder spear, and slapped it towards Wu Neng.

The two palms faced each other, the distance was instantly widened, the two palms were opposite, the palms collided, and the dust flew in an instant.

The onlookers pinched a cold sweat for Master Chu Cheng.

Wu Neng's moves are coherent, strong, and extremely fatal, not at all like the moves that a monk who cherishes the compassion of all living beings can do.

Half an hour has passed, and three hundred moves have passed, and it is still impossible to tell the winner.

"Shaolin martial arts are really too profound, I'm ashamed of myself, let's stop here today."

Wu Neng's face was a little ugly, the gap between him and Master Chu Cheng was still a little big, and it seemed that he could only let the master go out.

"Master Chu Cheng praised it falsely, I lost, and the poor monk came to ask for advice another day."

As soon as the words fell, Yu Guang saw Ye Xiu at the entrance of the main hall looking at him leisurely.

"Master Chu Cheng, why is that person here?" Wu Neng looked a little angry.

"He is the instructor of our martial arts school, and it is normal for him to attend the enrollment today."

"This person killed my Shaolin Temple monk, he is a great evil person, how can he be an instructor here, isn't it harmful to others and himself?"

"Ye Xiu is very good at kung fu, and I have known each other very well, not the great evil person you said, I am afraid that there is any misunderstanding in this, it is related to the reputation of the martial arts school, and I also ask Master Wuneng to be cautious."

Suddenly, Ye Xiu walked over and looked at Wu Neng with a blank look.

Suddenly, Wu Neng's hairs stood up, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, hugged his fists and said, "Master Chu Cheng disturbed today and said goodbye." ”

After speaking, a few monks didn't look back, and hurriedly rushed out of the inner courtyard in embarrassment, after all, Ye Xiu had a good reputation, and he didn't want to kill people.

Ye Xiu looked at the figures of Wu Neng and the others who fled in embarrassment, and let out a sneer.

"Coward."

Ye Xiu's influence on the monks of Shaolin Temple was still very good before he met Master Wuxian and those bald heads just now.

But these people don't know if they are pretending to deliberately ruin the reputation of Shaolin, or if Shaolin is really declining, which makes Ye Xiu's impression of Shaolin plummet.

Especially Master Wuxian, his grim ghost-like face is still remembered, and if he encounters these people next time, he will definitely not let them go.

The enrollment lasted for three days, and after three days, Master Chu Cheng looked at the thick list in his hand and showed a relieved smile.

There were more than 5,000 people who came to the martial arts school to sign up, half of them were minors under the age of 18, about 1,000 were teenagers under the age of 15, and the rest were all people from the shogun.

Ye Xiu is responsible for teaching the sword technique, his eight slashing knives are superb, and Master Chu Cheng is the principal of the martial arts school, and he is responsible for the basic skills.

In the wing room of the Shaolin Temple, Wu Neng and others knelt at the feet of the abbot of Huikong and cried.

"Master, I'm afraid that Master Chucheng's injury is almost healed, the disciple has recruited three hundred with him, and on the day of enrollment, his martial arts school is very hot, if it goes on like this, there will be no one in our Shaolin Temple."

Abbot Huikong's face was gloomy, his eyes flickered with fists.

After half a ring, Abbot Huikong said: "Let them be arrogant for a while, and let them look good when the host senior brother comes out, the new batch of disciples in the temple are still young, you can bring them for the time being."

After the martial arts school was ready, it was soon opened, and Ye Xiu brought some older social youth, who were not very obedient to discipline.

On the first day of class, he received a provocation.

"Instructor, how old are you this year, I'm afraid you're not as old as me." A big man with a scruffy beard and unkempt stepped forward and spoke.

Ye Xiu frowned and glanced up and down.

"I'm a lot older, and my martial arts attainments are still so poor, if I have that idle time to provoke me, it's better to recognize myself first."

In front of the public, there were more than 100 people watching the strong man's face turn red, and he felt that his face was very unbearable.

Seeing that Ye Xiu was thin and not very old, he looked like a good bully.

The strong man immediately stepped forward and blocked in front of Ye Xiu, and said fiercely and provocatively: "Little doll, when we were messing around the rivers and lakes, you didn't know where you were, there was a kind of one-on-one confrontation with me, and if you beat me, I will recognize you as an instructor." ”

Ye Xiu showed an infiltrating smile and faced the more than a hundred people in front of him.

"Who else is not convinced, let's go together!"

The strong man felt that he was a little overbearing, and slammed his fist towards Ye Xiu's face.

"Little doll better win first, I'll talk about it."

Ye Xiu calmly flashed the attack, his eyes were still looking at the more than a hundred people in the audience, and the strong man saw that Ye Xiu looked down on him so much, and he was even more angry in his heart, and directly attacked Ye Xiu's chassis.

However, before his leg touched Ye Xiu, he felt a burst of pain, and Ye Xiu stepped on the strong man's leg under his feet.

The strong man was shocked by the strength of Ye Xiu's feet, his legs were trampled under his feet, as if they were broken, and the cold sweat of pain flowed.

After all, he spent money to learn national arts, Ye Xiu didn't make a ruthless move, and gave him a contemptuous glance and let go.

"Who else wants to teach, the speed of the class is finished."

The Yafinch in the venue was silent, too many of them were on the same level as strong men, and some of them might not even be as good as strong men.

"Just these three-legged cat kung fu, I'm embarrassed to say that my kung fu is a national art, and I'm sorry for you."

Glancing around the venue, Ye Xiu said in a deep voice: "Class!" ”

No one dared to say anything with a roar, and the honest zama step was connected to the basic chopping thorn.

In less than a month, this group of old people with higher hearts than the sky were subdued by Ye Xiu, and each of them made some progress.

The decline of Guoshu is the saddest thing that Ye Xiu feels.

So, Ye Xiu found someone to make a book of all the martial arts he had comprehended, and distributed it in the martial arts school, in order to prevent the decline of national arts.

In a short period of time, the number of students practicing the Eight Chopping Swords in the school increased dramatically, and Ye Xiu's classes were full.

At the same time, the invitation card of Huashan on the sword was passed to Master Chu Cheng.

Huashan on the sword, once in ten years.

The invitees are all the more famous big factions in the national art circle.

Master Chu Cheng took the invitation card and went to find Ye Xiu.

"Huashan on the sword?"

Ye Xiu is still relatively unfamiliar with Huashan on the sword, he has heard the words Huashan on the TV since he heard the words Huashan on the sword, but he didn't expect to let himself encounter it in reality.

This year, the Huashan Sword is presided over by the Huashan faction, and this year there is also a Shaolin Temple, and Master Huihai will probably be present at that time.

Master Chu Cheng knew that there was some dispute between Ye Xiu and Master Huikong, so he told him in advance.

Ye Xiu said with an evil smile on his face: "During this time, those calf rolling things in the school have made a lot of anger, and it is just time to extinguish the fire." ”

Master Chu Cheng's hand shook and said secretly: "When you meet this plague god, Master Huikong is afraid that he will suffer." ”

The two took more than a dozen outstanding students, took the high-speed train to the foot of Mount Hua, and then took the cable car, went directly to the top of the mountain, and arrived at the top of Mount Huashan the day in advance.

If it weren't for the fact that there were tourists wearing down jackets on the top of the mountain to keep warm, those who didn't know would have thought they were wearing back to ancient times.

As soon as Ye Xiu and the others went up the mountain, they attracted the contempt of many martial arts practitioners.

"Tut-tut!"

As the inheritor of the national arts, it is really a shame for the national art world to take the cable car up the mountain.

Chu Cheng's face was embarrassed, his old face was slightly red, and he was caught occasionally being lazy, it was really a sin, and it was still too embarrassing to be in this kind of large gathering.

Under the arrangement of the disciples sent by the Huashan faction, everyone lived in the hall, and several other sects were also late.

On September 9, the Huashan Sword Debate was held as scheduled.

The location is at the top of Huashan, that is, the highest place in Huashan.

Ye Xiu covered his face, and it was not for nothing that he was lonely in his heart, after all, people who like to practice martial arts like thrilling things.

Huashan sent the contemporary head to come out and preside over the Huashan sword.

"This Huashan sword point is over, don't hurt people's lives."

Pointing to the two large rocks on the top of the mountain, he continued: "The contestant stands on top of two boulders, and the water falls first, and whoever loses. ”

"To be fair, you can take a break every three rounds and make substitutions."

"Now I announce that the sixty-third Huashan Sword Debate has officially begun."

As soon as the words fell, the disciple next to him rang the giant gong, making a deafening sound.

The martial artists of the Qinglian Sect took the lead in standing up, "We people from the Qinglian Sect don't expect to win the first place today, but I ask you for more advice, who will come up to teach you?" ”

A young man from the Hengshan faction stepped forward, "Hengshan sent Zhong Yu, Daoyou is offended." ”

"Qinglian sent Liu Changqing to ask for advice."

After speaking, the momentum on the two of them changed, and they instantly became tense.

Zhong Yu focuses on tempering his body, while Liu Changqing refines his swordsmanship, and the competition follows the second competition and friendship first.

So neither of them made a dead hand, Liu Changqing's sword was not unsheathed, his left foot took half a step back, and he suddenly exerted his strength, his body was like a bow and arrow, and he shot towards Zhong Yu, and the sword in his hand stabbed out.

Zhong Yu's momentum is also very strong, his body is as flexible as a cheetah, and while dodging the attack, he attacks the opponent's abdomen with his palm.

Zhong Yu resisted the opponent's long sword with his hand, widened the distance between the two people, and took two steps back to stabilize.

"Good palm power!" Liu Changqing sighed in admiration and waved his long sword again.

The long sword swung at the extreme speed in his hand could only see the afterimage, and it was difficult to distinguish which move was real and which was fake for a while.

Zhong Yu is cautious, his face is serious, he jumps a few meters, his palm is fast, fast and chaotic, and stable in chaos.

The two began to see each other.

"Bang bang bang, bang!"

The sound of swords and palms colliding is endless, and the afterglow stirs up turmoil and dust.

In the end, Liu Changqing was a little slower, and Zhong Yu slapped the boulder with a palm.

Liu Changqing didn't have the slightest look of anger on his face, and he clenched his fists and smiled helplessly, "I lost." ”

Zhong Yu jumped off the boulder and said lightly: "Agreed!" ”

Seeing that the two of them didn't have any dark expressions, Ye Xiu couldn't help but nod secretly, this is the demeanor that a Chinese martial arts practitioner should have.

Not arrogant, not impatient, not angry, not frustrated.

Zhong Yu returned to the boulder, glanced around, and said, "Which other Taoist friend has taught you?" ”

Ye Xiu kicked out several outstanding students among the students he led.

"Chu Cheng Martial School, Zhang Jie!"

Zhang Jie looked confused, glanced back at Ye Xiu, his face was full of grievances, he was betrayed by the instructor like this, Zhang Jie's mood was not good in an instant.

He is one of the more outstanding among the students, but he is also a three-legged cat's kung fu, and he has studied with Ye Xiu for more than a month, and he has not grown much.

For a master like Zhong Yu, there is only the share of being beaten, and when the ducks are put on the shelf, Zhang Jie jumped on the boulder as if he were dead, and then hugged his fists and said: "Not long after I first arrived at the martial arts school, I also asked my seniors to show mercy." ”

Zhong Yu clenched his fists, and then said loudly: "Please!" ”

On top of the boulder, he made defensive moves, and it was clear that I had you a hand.

Zhang Jie suddenly blushed, calmed down for two seconds, held the eight slashing knives in his hand, and without the slightest false move, he slashed at Zhong Yu's neck with one move.

A fatal knife is very fierce.

Zhong Yu felt a chill in his neck, and used his strength with one hand to block the attack, but the moment he collided with Zhang Jie's arm, he felt as if he had hit an iron block.

Zhong Yu hurriedly bent over to the side, only to avoid the attack, and the shock in his heart could not be concealed for a long time.

This is the essence of Ye Xiu's teaching of knife techniques, there is no need for superfluous tricks, as long as he is fast and ruthless, just with his domineering strength, he can make the opponent's heart palpitate.

Zhong Yu re-examined the student in front of him who had not been in the Chucheng Martial Arts School for a long time.

Zhang Jie exerted his strength again, like a cannonball, and flew towards Zhong Yu, attacking violently, the blade cutting through the air, and making a blasting roar.

"Boom, boom!"

The attack is blocked, come again!

"Bang bang bang, bang!"

Once again, the offensive was broken, and Zhang Jie was like a paranoid, tirelessly attacking one move at a time.

"Is that kid stupid or crazy, the same attack method has been used so many times, and he doesn't know how to be flexible at all."