Reaching the other shore starting from the research and development of Yi Jin Jing

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers!"

"The latest "Special Issue of Guangling Heroes"! All the new and old masters in Guangling are in the issue!"

"Ten coins a piece!"

…

on the street.

On the dock.

The boy who sells newspapers keeps up with the latest fashion trends, and most of the things he shouts about are related to the 'tournament'.

"Little newsboy, give me one."

On the pier, two women stepped off the passenger ship. One was pretty, one was pretty, one was tall, and the other was petite. They both carried swords at their waists, and they were obviously martial arts practitioners.

The beautiful woman called the newsboy to buy a copy of "Guangling Heroes Special Issue" and flipped through it.

"Sister, a few months ago, Guangling Academy was ranked 309th, which is at the bottom."

"What masters can there be in Guangling City?"

The pretty woman looked down on Guang Ling, but she was also curious. She stood on tiptoes to reach her head and watched together.

Shen Mei smiled and said: "I'm passing by, so let's take a look."

Han Yerou blinked and said strangely: "Something's wrong! Senior sister, I remember that you are from Liyang County next door. In late October, 'Liyang Academy' will also hold a 'Martial Arts Competition'. Senior sister is going back to Liyang, and return home rich and rich." , the king has returned. Why come to Guangling?"

She smelled the scent of gossip: "There must be something fishy in this!"

Shen Mei read the newspaper and said with a smile: "You only know one, but not the other. It's true that I am from Liyang County, but my father sent me to Guangling when I was a child. I practiced martial arts at my aunt's house in Guangling, and then entered Guangling. Three years later, I was lucky enough to be admitted as a trainee at Tianpeng Academy, and then I arrived in Tianpeng County, Meizhou."

"ah?"

"Is that so?"

Han Yerou was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "So, senior sister has many old acquaintances in Guangling Academy?"

"Old acquaintance."

Shen Mei thought of that person and nodded, "Yes."

Then he shook his head: "But he shouldn't be at Guangling Academy."

"how old?"

"How come you're not in school?"

Han Yerou was puzzled.

Shen Mei explained: "His master is stubborn and won't let him enter the school. But he is loyal and filial, guarding the master and the martial arts hall. He is an idiot!"

"Him?" Han Yerou finally discovered the point: "Wow hahahaha! I asked my senior sister if she had any acquaintances from the same period at Guangling Academy, but the only person she could think of was a little old schooler who didn't go to the academy? "

Han Yerou held Shen Mei's arm. The pretty girl raised her eyebrows with a rather wretched temperament. She asked with a smile: "Who is that person? If he didn't enter the school back then, it may not be that he didn't later. The senior sister hasn't been back for five years. There’s no telling.”

"he--"

"not sure."

Shen Mei was not sure either.

Han Yerou said again: "If it is true that he has not entered a school in the past five years, then he has been wasted in these years. Is he also practicing martial arts? Hiss! That can't happen!"

What future can a person who practices martial arts have if he does not enter a school?

Han Yerou is not very old, but she has seen and heard too many stubborn and old-fashioned people over the years. They stick to the old rules and guard their own one-third of an acre of land. They are abandoned by the times and gradually decline.

she said.

But there was no response from Shen Mei.

Han Yerou hurriedly looked up and saw that Shen Mei's face was stunned and she was staring at a line of words in the newspaper. She followed the position where Shen Mei's jade finger stopped and saw that it described a person named "Yan". The young man who broke through——

"Yan Chuang, twenty-six years old, is the owner of the Tiexian Martial Arts School in Guangling City. He is the successor of the 'Cheng Family Boxing'. He studied under Cheng Fengxiao, one of the 'Ten Tigers of Guangling', 'Tieqiao Cheng'. He is now one of the 'Ten Tigers of Guangling'." 'The first one is known as 'turning stone into gold'."

Um?

Yan Chuang?

The master of the martial arts gym? !

Han Yerou shook Shen Mei: "Is this senior sister's old friend?"

"It's him."

Shen Mei's mind was not here and she didn't hear the difference between 'old acquaintance' and 'old friend'. Her face was bright, she put away the newspaper and said with a smile: "Let's go to the inn."

"Yeah!"

"It's time to go!"

"If you don't leave, those flies will definitely come back."

Han Yerou looked back, sneaking around, pulling Shen Mei and running, while running, she asked: "Are you going to find an inn? Senior sister's old friend runs a martial arts gym? The owner of a martial arts gym? There must be many martial arts gyms. Room?"

"Not urgent."

"Don't go to him."

Shen Mei smiled and refused to accept it.

…

"Yan Chuang, twenty-six years old, is the owner of the Tiexian Martial Arts School in Guangling City. He is the successor of the 'Cheng Family Boxing'. He studied under Cheng Fengxiao, one of the 'Ten Tigers of Guangling', 'Tieqiao Cheng'. He is now one of the 'Ten Tigers of Guangling'." The leader of the group is known as the 'Midstone that turns stone into gold'. At the beginning of the month, he once gave guidance to his disciples before the battle, defeated the weak and the strong, and defeated the third-class trainee of Guangling Academy, which made him famous in Guangling."

"Yan Chuang is a heroic spirit and a brave man."

"In September, he successively killed three evil thieves, the 'Three-States Thief' Fan Defang, the 'Guangling Poison Master' Qin Fen, and the 'Black Wind Bandit' Wang Fei, with superb marksmanship."

"'Cheng Family Boxing'..."

…

Same day.

At the Tiexian Martial Arts School, Wei Quan took the many newspapers he had collected outside, selected the information about Yan Chuang one by one, and read it to Yan Chuang.

"Master!"

"You, old man, are really famous in Guangling City now! Look! Look! There are so many newspapers, all of which are related to 'Tiexian Yan Chuang'. Reading this, I call you 'Midas to gold'. Haha! Too much That’s apt, but isn’t it true that my piece of broken stone can now be considered a piece of gold.”

Wei Quan praised Yan Chuang and also boasted about himself.

It is a pity that Yan Chuang was mentioned in the major newspapers and tabloids, and there were also a few mentions of the charioteer and Yu Jinpeng who appeared in front of people in the training hall, but he was not there.

"Obviously I'm the first to appear!"

Wei Quan rummaged through it and felt angry.

"Junior Brother Wei, stop playing tricks." Jin Yutang said helplessly: "You had fought with someone that day, and luckily you were there, but I was unlucky. I stayed in the martial arts hall and couldn't even watch the excitement."

Jin Yutang was actually a little envious.

It turned out that Yu Jinpeng was actually not as good as him. In early July, he had already practiced the 'I-shaped Fuhu Fist', while Yu Jinpeng had just started learning the 'Tiger Shape Fist' under the guidance of Yan Chuang.

But now, nearly four months have passed in July, August, September, and October, and Yu Jinpeng has come from behind. Especially in the battle at the training hall at the beginning of the month, he had an epiphany and made rapid progress, leaving him countless miles behind.

Go ahead!

Crush!

A brilliant ride!

Jin Yutang was envious and envious.

That’s it for Yu Jinpeng alone.

In that battle, there were also chariots and cavalry.

This man was not even a disciple who broke into the house, but under the guidance of Yan Chuang, he broke through before the battle and his leg skills became much better.

If he had been there that day, Jin Yutang asked himself, he would not be as cowardly as Wei Quan. He would definitely be able to win the same battles, defeat the strong with the weak, and advance triumphantly like Chaqi and even his senior brother Yu Jinpeng. .

pity.

That day, he was not there.

"hey-hey!"

"Too!"

"You are worse off than me!"

Wei Quan laughed.

Although his harvest that day was not as good as that of the rider and senior brother, but listening to his master's guidance, he actually gained a lot. Compared to Jin Yutang, he was actually lucky.

With an unlucky guy like Jin Yutang at the bottom, Wei Quan felt better again.

The two were amused.

This side.

Yu Jinpeng has sorted out the various masters exposed in newspapers and periodicals in Guangling City into categories——

"Master, there are really many masters in this martial arts tournament."

Yu Jinpeng handed the list to Yan Chuang: "The old sect in the city is the 'Later Ten Tigers' headed by the master, but the other nine are all considered to be supplementary and are not on the same level as the master. The sect outside the city is the 'Shaoqi' of Xianxiashan The Dao' and Songhe sect's 'Songhe Sanzi' are headed, and there are also the 'Three Heroes and Four Shows' put together by small sects and small sects. This is an old school and very lively."

It’s really lively——

The last ten tigers!

Seven swords less!

Songhe Sanzi!

Three heroes and four shows!

There are twenty-seven people!

And that’s just old school!

In addition, there is a new school——

"The new martial arts are concentrated in Guangling Academy, led by the 'Guangling Ten Elites', there are nine people. In addition, there are the 'Four Immortals', 'Five Jue', 'Seven Kills', 'Seven Emotions', and 'Seven Wonders', It is said that they are all cruel people, at least they are all first-class trainees."

A martial arts tournament, a gathering of heroes!

Too many masters!

For example, Lu Qing.

For example, Zhong Hui.

This kind of thing can't be ranked.

"These are just young talents under the age of thirty. Going up, famous masters in their thirties and forties, and celebrities in their fifties and sixties may also come on the stage and compete with the juniors."

"There are more people in this field——"

"Ten Tigers of Guangling!"

"Monkey in the south and donkey in the north!"

"Seven swords of Xianxia!"

"Songhe Wu Lao!"

"Three geese, four evil spirits, seven eagles, eight evil spirits..."

There are really too many to count.

In the world of martial arts, there are true and false, some are boasting to become famous, some are real swordsmen and real guns, some are hiding their clumsiness, some are regressing, some are arrogant, and some are too modest.

In terms of strength, no one can tell who is stronger or weaker without a real fight, just by reputation, just by words.

Must fight!

Still have to fight!

The martial arts tournament is a platform for seeing the truth, distinguishing between superiors and inferiors, and showing off one's reputation.

In the past seven editions, many masters have played.

Some are unknown and become famous in one battle.

There were also those who gained fame and were knocked off the altar.

The masters of the world are as charming as flowers, you will sing and I will appear.

How wonderful!

"In the next few days, while you four are practicing boxing, you will focus on getting familiar with these characters, their origins, and their martial arts."

"Know yourself and your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger."

"Don't go to the conference, you're stupid, you dare to fight anyone, you dare to accept any challenge."

Yan Chuang gave them a few words of instruction and then let them disperse.

The conference is coming soon.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense.

And the worries in his heart are getting heavier and heavier. He is not worried about the tournament, but worried about——

"Master!"

"Why haven't you come back yet?!"

…

"I'm back!"

Cheng Fengxiao couldn't help but talk about it. That night, the stars in the room shone slightly, and Cheng Fengxiao's body slowly appeared. Step by step, he walked out of the world of mountains and seas and from the star gate.

Yan Chuang guarded, with surprise on his face: "Master!"

When he took a closer look, he saw that the master's clothes were in tatters and his energy was listless, as if he hadn't slept for several days and nights. His face was as pale as paper, with bright blood stains on the corners of his mouth and chest.

boom!

As soon as he came out, he couldn't hold the iron rod in his hand and fell to the ground.

Even if his legs become weak, he will fall down.

"Master!"

Yan Chuang was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"Nine days and nine nights!"

"I haven't slept properly!"

"Finally let me grab this 'Zhu Guo'!"

Cheng Fengxiao was depressed and injured, but he fell into Yan Chuang's arms with an excited look on his face. He held an empty hand and unfolded it in front of Yan Chuang. Among it was a spiritual fruit, which was round and red in color and shaped like a cherry. "Chuang'er, this is a legendary fruit in the world. It is recorded in the "Records of Rare Treasures of Mountains and Seas" left by Xun Guilan that a 'Chuang Fruit' can help people increase their internal strength for ten years! Take it and swallow it, in the martial arts competition, Break through the path of Grandmaster!"

"Master!"

Yan Chuang looked at Cheng Feng smiling at his bloody hands, and his eyes were moist as he watched the round and red fruit become even brighter red with blood.

The master entered the world of mountains and seas, fought to the death, squatted for nine days and nine nights, and survived, with blood all over his body and scars, but he got this only red fruit, and actually gave it to him as soon as he returned to Dayan.

Yan Chuang was worried and moved beyond words.

However--

"Good disciple."

"I'm fine."

"I snatched six red fruits from the mountains and seas for my master. When I was escaping, I swallowed five of them. At first I was chased and beaten, and then I turned around and fought back, chasing and killing them."

"Kill the strange beast!"

"Kill the aliens!"

"This blood belongs to them!"

"I'm just sleepy."

Cheng Fengxiao gave Yan Chuang a handful of Zhu Guo, then closed his eyes in his arms, with a peaceful expression on his face: "I'll take a nap first, and we'll talk when I wake up."

The words were not finished.

Just fell asleep.

"..."

Yan Chuang looked at the Zhu Guo in his hand and the master in his arms, blinked, and his emotions were stuck there, neither up nor down. He was stunned for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing.

…

Three thousand five hundred words, four thousand for advancement and three thousand for retreat. It’s really embarrassing for me!