Cultivation Of Immortals Begins With A Funeral Scripture

When Yu Yueyue was dragged onto the boat with a rope, her consciousness had gradually recovered, but her chest, stomach and even her trachea were occupied by river water. I wanted to forcefully push out the excess river water, but I couldn't exert any strength in my whole body, and it was so soft that I couldn't do it.

All I could hear was a group of people arguing, the voices were very familiar, but I still couldn't remember who it was. In a daze, I just want to sleep, as if as long as I fall asleep, the world will be completely quiet.

But the body is unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, and screams hoarsely that it will not be willing to fall!

With a bang, it was the four words "self-willing to fall" that made her return to the position of the main god, her consciousness returned, and the obsession in her heart broke the shackles of namelessness. He opened his eyes suddenly, only to hear Ye Congwen complaining that he couldn't even swim when he was in his teens.

Yes, that's the voice, the voice that puts the word self-defeating on its lips at this moment. Pulling myself out of the confusion, others may not have noticed the danger just now, but I feel like I have walked through the gate of hell like a lifetime away.

If I just fell asleep without worrying about it, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up again. I just wanted to see that this person accidentally saved my life again, so I wouldn't bother with him in the future.

When I suddenly heard a sentence saying that a person in his teens can’t swim yet, it’s like being stabbed with a needle, and he bounced up instinctively, sitting on the ground and wanting to refute and question:

"Who is ten years old?

Which is the teenager?

Which of your eyes can see that I am dozens of years old? "

It's a pity that the sound was blocked by the river, and he opened his mouth wide and howled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a syllable. In desperation, he had to spray water on Ye Congwen's face, like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly.

"If you can't win, there's no need to spit in my face!"

Ye Congwen shouted full of disgust, this woman is narrow-minded, and if she can't win a fight, she will spit like others to seek psychological balance.

Ordinary saliva only spits out one or two mouthfuls, how can anyone spit several catties like her! It's hot and sticky, don't even spray out the food you ate in the morning?

Ye Congwen hurriedly wiped his face with his clothes, and it still felt sticky after wiping for a long time. In desperation, he had no choice but to jump into the river.

After spitting out the water, Yu Yueyue gradually regained consciousness, and the things that happened before were presented in her mind one by one, vividly in her mind.

He hugged Ye Congwen (forcibly) and kissed him again, and spit on his face again. The most outrageous thing was that this guy actually disliked him to the point of jumping into the river! This makes the number one beauty who is usually held in the palm of everyone's hands as a pearl so embarrassing.

Feeling ashamed and indignant for a while, and because she was already weak after drowning, she stretched her legs and pretended to be dead.

"Yueyue! Yueyue..."

When Uncle Yu saw his niece fainted, he quickly stretched out his hand to check for breath, but luckily it was just a fainting reaction, so he should rest for a while.

"Go get Miss's deck chair out."

Instructing the two servant girls to take good care of Yu Yueyue, looking at Ye Congwen who was washing his face in the river, the clouds suddenly covered, and sneered at Ye Congwen:

"Ye Congwen, how long are you going to wash? There are two more competitions and you plan to get away with it like this!"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

Ye Congwen was full of anger and had no place to calm down. He grabbed the rope and got on the side of the boat in two or three steps. He said angrily:

"Which of you guys is the best at fighting? Hurry up and stand up for me, I can go home and have dinner after beating you!"

"Ma San, go up and teach your young lady a lesson, and teach this apprentice a lesson. If you can't win, you can go home and take care of yourself!"

Uncle Yu is really angry. Since my niece is unconscious, I, the uncle, must avenge her.

"Little brother, please enlighten me!" A long-faced and fierce man stepped forward, with a strong figure and thick muscles, standing in front of Ye Congwen and exercising his breath. With a bang, the shirt on the upper body was torn apart, and the muscles were sharp and angular, as if cut by a knife and an axe, and there was a sudden applause from all around.

"Are you going to perform a chest crushing boulder for everyone?

Why don't you wait for a while, and I'll ask all my people to come and watch the performance. Usually, you have to charge money to watch this show in the county town. "

The guard named Ma San finally realized his young lady's anger, this kid really needs to tear his mouth! People who are not good at words often like to prove their own strength with actions.

Like a tiger preying on prey, he jumped three or four meters in one step, punched Ye Congwen with his fingers, and shouted expectantly:

"Let my thirty-six-way Majia boxing meet your Ye family's Pofeng boxing!"

Before the words are finished, the boxing comes first, both offensive and defensive, relying on the front to defend against surprises, it seems that there are countless back moves emerging one after another. Ye Congwen didn't dare to resist rashly, so he could only guide left and right, pointing east and west, intending to disrupt his moves, find flaws to attack him unprepared, and try to defeat the enemy with one move.

The two of you come and go to the left and right, and Ma San's moves are proficient, and the pace is casual. He often switches moves before they are used up, and is unpredictable.

Relying on his nimble footwork and quick burst of strength, Ye Congwen pinched Ma San's moves and swayed from side to side throughout the whole process, and he used the trick of unloading force just right. Sticking to Ma San's hands like brown sugar, the moves were accurate and fast, and none of the 36 moves touched Ye Congwen's body.

Compared with Ye Congwen's calm, Ma San gradually became impatient and unstable, and his moves blindly sought speed and fierceness. On the surface, it looks like they are fighting vigorously, but in fact, the days are fading away, and the punches are fierce and fierce, which greatly violates the purpose of the thirty-six forms of Majiaquan to have both offense and defense.

Seeing that Ma San lost his composure, Ye Congwen had a rare bright smile on his mouth. He knocked Ma San back with his palm, folded his palm into a fist, and said with a smile:

"You have performed the 36-style Majiaquan over and over again twice, it's my turn to perform the Leaf Clan's Pofengquan."

Before Ma San could answer, Ye Congwen attacked like a cannonball. The Pofeng Fist was originally created by the giants of the Ye tribe, which emphasizes fast attack and fast attack. Coupled with the brute force and mighty physique of the giants of the Huaye tribe, it gave people a unique feeling. A sense of oppression that is about to come.

Although Ye Congwen does not have an advantage in size, but after the improvement of the two-color ginseng, he feels that his strength is close to the minimum standard level of his tribe. He is not tall, but his movements are flexible and changeable, and he plays a chic and elegant feeling different from his tribe, which is very ornamental.

From time to time, the spectators sighed in surprise. The Mu clan members were quite satisfied with Ye Congwen's performance. Seeing the retreating Yu family guards, a sense of pride arose spontaneously. Ye Congwen still had half of the Mu clan's blood in his body. Blood.

Only Ye Wudi frowned, his height and weight did not meet the double standards set by himself, and he would suffer in the end in a fight. No matter how complicated and fancy the kung fu moves were, the ultimate goal was to defeat the opponent. Naturally, the faster the better, one move is the best way to control the enemy. If the time is prolonged, it will consume physical strength, and secondly, the risk factor will increase. What if the opponent uses Hidden Weapons?

Just like the current situation, if Ma San of the Martial Master level is replaced by another Grandmaster master, after a long time, when Ye Congwen's physical strength declines, he will only be beaten.

But fortunately, it was just a martial arts competition, and Ye Congwen's strength to defeat the guard was a certainty. His beautiful movements also added a lot to Pofengquan, at least it could be seen from the surprise in the eyes of the Yu family.

Ye Congwen can fight happily, and he has mastered the one-hundred-eight-style Pofeng Fist in his hands. The overwhelmed fists hit Ma San like a pouring rain. Ma San staggered, his body was unstable, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled out from his bronzed skin.

A discerning person can tell at a glance that his physical strength has been overdrawn to the limit. If he clenched his teeth and tried to hold on, there is a high probability that he will suffer internal injuries.

Suddenly, a pair of thin hands blocked Ye Congwen's twelve punches, and the backlash made Ye Congwen's fists ache. Ye Congwen immediately took three steps back, silently looking at Yu Yueyue's third uncle, without saying a word.

"Little brother already possessed the fighting power and consciousness of a Great Master at a young age. I have searched all over Wanquan County for this kind of talent, and there are no more than five of them. I can't help but want to go on the field to have a hand addiction. I hope the little brother will be successful."

Ye Congwen's fists ached faintly, and seeing Uncle Yu's calm and composed expression, he knew he was a master. If you really want to fight with him, the outcome is unpredictable, so there is no need to try something that is risky.

Besides, we won two out of three games. This time, Ye Congwen has won an overwhelming victory on behalf of Tieta Village, and he has successfully completed the task. He shouted impatiently:

"Forget it, we've won two games. You are guests, so you still have to give them a face. We in Tieta Village have always been hospitable, and we pay attention to doing business with harmony and prosperity.

Besides, your old man is an elder, it is not a glorious thing to win against you, let's meet friends with wine, I haven't eaten a bite of food after a busy day, I am hungry, let's eat first! You drink slowly. "

Ye Congwen went up to the mountain to collect herbs at dawn. He really didn't eat a proper meal a day, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger, thinking that he just took the opportunity to escape.

"Brother Congwen, I made fresh chicken soup for you. You can fight them when you are full."

Coincidentally, Wood Bean Sprout shouted out of breath holding a large pot of chicken soup, sweating profusely, and winked at Zheng Ye Congwen.

Ye Congwen knew what this little girl was thinking, and knew that after drinking ginseng chicken soup, her strength would double, and her fighting strength would explode several times than usual in a short period of time. This was clearly a cheating weapon!

The idea is very good, and she is unparalleled in wit and wit, but this girl only guessed the beginning, but she doesn't know anything about what happened just now. Don't you know that Brother Cong Wen wants to stop fighting now?

Wood Bean Sprout thought that Ye Congwen was too embarrassed to eat here in front of everyone, but he had an idea and quickly changed his mind:

"There are no stools to sit on here, let's go home and eat, and then compete with them after eating."

The treacherous and cunning third uncle Yu could not miss this opportunity, and immediately ordered the two maids:

"Bring the lady's deck chair and tea table over and let the little brother eat the meal first, and then fight with me when he is full. I can still afford to wait for this time!"

"Third Master, you may have forgotten in a hurry, Miss is still unconscious!" The two maids replied dissatisfied.

When Wood Bean Sprout heard that Yu Yueyue was unconscious, she immediately asked in surprise:

"Sister Yueyue was fine before I left, why is she still unconscious now?

What the hell happened? "

Uncle Yu saw that the girl was kind-hearted, so he glanced at Ye Congwen intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed bitterly:

"Then I have to ask your big brother, your sister Yueyue was kicked into the river by him and almost drowned..."