Chapter 17: Martial Arts
When the first torches were lit in the evening, the climax of the great contest finally came, and the patriarch ran for the contest. Almost all the people of the clan came to the square outside the ancestral hall, and even the patriarch of the Hu clan, Fuxian, who was not interested in the big competition, was also sitting in the main hall of the ancestral hall at this time.
Wang Panshi, the elder of the two clans, walked to the center of the square, and the surroundings quickly quieted down, and Wang Panshi's calm voice sounded like a muffled drum: "Today, our Wang clan's big competition has been carried out very smoothly, and you have all achieved very good results, but the climax of the big competition has only started now, that is, the patriarch of our Wang clan is running for the competition." β
A frenzied shout sounded all around, and the clan elder smiled slightly and signaled silence and continued: "After the election of the escort team, the other three captains Wang Changqiu, Wang Kuan, and Wang Ke chose to give up the qualification for the patriarch election, and Wang Fence was qualified to run for the patriarch this time. β
Hearing Wang Li's name, although Hu Fuxian made a noise, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Wang Tuohai patriarch is more familiar to everyone, he is brave and good at hunting, leading everyone to plant and reclaim in daily life, under his leadership of the Wang clan, the population has increased by more than 200 people in ten years, and the material reserves are abundant, and none of the clansmen have died because of lack of food, and his credit is great. However, his challenger today is Wang Fence ......"
No one thought that in the first 30 years, the people in the inner clan were shouting and drinking, and Wang Fence, who was powerless, would challenge the position of the patriarch today, except for a middle-aged widow who left the crowd in a hurry.
ββ¦β¦ This king's hedge! He was only qualified to enter the escort team at the age of thirty-eight, and he was old, it was not easy to practice martial arts, and at the age of forty, he became the vice captain of our fourth team, but he didn't seem to understand the gratitude, he didn't contribute to the clan, and he had to challenge our patriarch after learning the martial arts style for two years, which was indeed a bit unbelievable. β
"But our patriarch also said that since the clan has this rule to challenge the patriarch, and he also has this qualification, give him a chance, and everyone will also polish their eyes to see how big the gap between this talentless, virtuous and incompetent person is compared with our patriarch. Below, please Wang Fence. β
After the elders of the two clans finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion around the square, and after a few breaths, Wang Fence came to the front of the square, and the reaction of the surrounding clansmen was even greater, and even scolded and ridiculed, and he almost lost his eggs.
Wang Fence shook her head slightly, standing in the middle of the field with her eyes slightly closed, and at this time, the middle-aged woman who had just left returned to the square with a package in her hand, and came directly to Wang Fence's side, and said to the surrounding people: "Do you all know me?" I'm Wang Qiao'e, and many of you are wearing clothes now are made by me, know me! β
"Qiao'e, what are you doing here? A woman's family, hurry down and don't show your face here. The elder of the two clans hurriedly scolded.
Wang Qiao'e didn't take half a step back, smashed the package to the ground and shouted: "Let me finish speaking, you all listen to me." β
Saying that, Wang Qiao'e picked up a sackcloth in the package and said, "Which of you got the latest clothes from me today, and you are wearing them, are you comfortable to wear?" Cool, right? This is the credit of the king's fence, without which there would be no garment. β
"What a piece of clothing?" One person in the crowd took off his sackcloth and threw it on the ground.
Wang Qiao'e said again: "Wang Er Mazi, you are not a man, you are prejudiced against Wang Fence, do you hate him for not letting you climb into my bed?" Bullied me as a widow with two children. β
Those who understood were silent, with sympathy on their faces, but those who didn't understand laughed.
Wang Qiao'e picked up another porcelain vase and continued: "Have you tasted this? Because this sesame oil has few resources, it is only distributed to some lonely old people and us orphans and widows. β
"This is called Fenghua Oil, what we don't have here, it is a specialty of the Hu clan, our children used to have yellow skin and thin skin, and their faces were haggard, but since they have this Fenghua Oil conditioning, their health has improved a lot."
"It's the two of them, Xiaohuzi and Erhua, in today's junior martial arts group, they are the top five. Those who have eaten it will not be unaware! This was also brought back by Wang Fence. β
"And the food we have eaten in the past few years, the meat hunted by the entire escort team, the Wang Fence team has to take half of it, and it is all snatched back with our lives! No wonder no one starved to death, and now you still dare to say that Wang Fence has no credit to the clan? β
This food is a big deal, and as soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.
However, Hu Fuxian, who had not spoken for a long time at this time, was very dissatisfied and said to Wang Tuohai: "Patriarch Wang, such a conference actually let a woman's family speak freely here, and you are all about this?" β
You must know that the wind flower oil is the essence of the Hu clan's fine food, especially for the martial arts children, it has a miraculous effect on improving the training results, when Hu Fuxian heard that the Wang clan was also using this wind flower oil, he naturally couldn't sit still, and he already had a plan in his heart.
Wang Tuohai hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, I'll deal with it immediately." β
Wang Tuohai walked straight to the square with the two guards, glanced at Wang Qiao'e, came to Wang Qiao'e and said lightly: "Okay, the anger is also sprinkled, and the words have been said, you can go down, the conference will continue." β
Wang Qiao'e stroked her panting chest, and said indignantly: "I just think that Wang Lifen is a real man, my man is dead, only he dares to go to the Hu family to make a fuss, it's ridiculous that you people are really embarrassed to be thrown home." β
After saying that, he squeezed out of the crowd with a package.
As soon as these words came out, Wang Tuohai, the elders of the two clans, and the people of the escort team were silent for a long time.
"The patriarch election contest has officially begun."
With the order of the elder of the two clans, everyone retreated, and Wang Tuohai came to Wang Fence and said: "Fence, don't blame me, everything I do is to focus on the overall situation, so that the Wang clan can survive forever in this Dead Wood Mountain." β
Wang Fence sneered: "Patriarch, I just think you are so naΓ―ve. Without further ado, let's see the kung fu with our fists and feet! β
Wang Fence took the lead in punching, and the speed was extremely fast, but the punch was blocked by Wang Tuohai's forearm.
Wang Tuohai said with a smile: "The speed is quite fast, and the strength seems to be a little worse." β
Immediately, his right leg was creampied, and a lightning-fast kick went straight to Wang Fence's abdomen, and Wang Fence was not slow to react, shrinking his abdomen and retreating.
Wang Tuohai followed the chain kick to chase and attack, and the whip leg turned and swept the leg to kick the chain, this set of actions showed Wang Tuohai's superb leg skills, full of strength, and also very ornamental.
The so-called insiders watch the doorway, the laymen look at the liveliness, the clansmen who don't know how to do it are shaking the sky, and they frequently applaud, and the people of the escort team are also thinking about how to deal with it if they are themselves, whether there is a better way, but in Hu Fuxian's eyes, there is no wave, no surprise or joy, obviously it is not in his eyes.
The competition on the field is still continuing, ten moves, twenty moves, fifty moves, Wang Tuohai has always taken the initiative by virtue of his leg skills, but Wang Fence is not far behind with a double fist, and he can always turn danger into a disaster, which makes the people around him drop their jaws a little shocked.
As time passed, Wang Tuohai saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, and gradually lost his patience, and his moves became a little more ruthless, pointing directly at the opponent's vital point, and the strength of Wang Tuohai's hand also quietly increased a few points.
Another fifty moves passed, and the two were still indistinguishable. Hu Fuxian still closed his eyes slightly, the old god was there, but Hu Fuan, the head of the Hu family's guard, said impatiently: "When will you fight like this?" Put on the weapon. β
As he spoke, he instructed the Hu family's guards to send two fine knives made by the Hu family.