e-booksonline Chapter 74 The Winner
Chapter 74 The Winner
Chapter 74 The Winner
"OK."
He came to the two of them.
Looking at Feng Shouzhuo, whose eyes were eager to try, he took a deep breath, formed a hand seal with one hand, and then unleashed a palm strike.
Boom~
The steel and wooden dummy remained completely still.
Two powerful forces, plus the force propelled by blood and qi, exploded violently in mid-air, producing a continuous series of air-burst sounds.
Instead of merging as before, they scattered and dispersed, finally emitting a muffled sound.
Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow.
"Let's do it again." Feng Shouzhou also realized something was wrong.
The three of them tried again, but it still didn't work.
Seeing that Feng Shouzhou still intended to continue, Feng Xiu waved his hand and walked over.
"Xiang Geng, what kind of power generation method do you practice?"
Xiang Geng immediately replied, "Young Master, I practice the Angry Tiger Skill, the Withering and Flourishing Fist, and the Overlapping Wave Palm."
These were all bought at a high price in the early days; they're not a complete system, but they work.
Feng Xiu seemed to be deep in thought.
"That's not surprising. I was wondering why you hadn't practiced the Five Strengths Fist before."
Feng Shouzhuo suddenly realized what was happening and understood in an instant.
He knew very little about Xiang Geng, but he could feel the immense power that Xiang Geng's blood and qi had exerted during the surge of energy just now.
It's not much weaker than the feudal revisionists of the past.
However, this domineering force disrupted the original delicate balance.
Judging from the above experiments alone, the idea of simplifying the Dragon-Snake Martial Seal is perfectly sound.
"Han Che, what about the martial arts manuals that Zheng Bo bought from the Zhuguang Chamber of Commerce?" Feng Xiu asked.
Han Che responded and turned to leave.
He returned shortly afterward carrying a thick stack of antique-style booklets.
After laying them out on the table, the group gathered around and flipped through each page one by one.
These are: Blazing Sun Force, Mysterious Ice Force, Green Wood Fist, Thick Earth Force, and Spring Breeze Step.
Gengjin Jin, Qiushuang Jin, Jinglei Zhang, Liushui Quan, Shanyue Quan.
All ten are superior techniques of force, belonging to Yin and Yang respectively.
"Mysterious Ice Force, its power is icy and cold, and it requires the aid of Yin Soul Grass to cultivate."
Feng Shouzhuo's understanding was superficial. After reaching the Burning Blood Realm, he could understand the operation and application of energy at a glance, but he found it difficult to master.
Ultimately, strength is merely a qualitative change derived from qi and blood.
Feng Shouzhu murmured, his brows furrowed.
Among these ten martial arts manuals, some breathing techniques require specific medicinal herbs for assistance.
"The Pearl Light Chamber of Commerce is really rich and powerful; they even have martial arts like this."
Xiang Geng didn't think too much about the Dragon-Snake Martial Seal.
I reached out and touched the pictures on the pages; they still had a faint scent of ink.
In the martial arts world, there are methods for cultivating and practicing martial arts, and martial arts manuals are the most important thing in learning martial arts; they cannot be bought even if you have money.
One of these books alone would be enough to be the prized possession of a small gang.
However, they can be sold wholesale at the Zhuguang Chamber of Commerce.
He was recently in charge of a street in the Feng family's area and had also heard of the Zhuguang Chamber of Commerce, which had recently gained a reputation in Yunzhou.
It can be said that the Pearl Chamber of Commerce has raised the level of bloodshed in gang warfare by several orders of magnitude.
After all, money can buy more than just martial arts manuals.
"You can take a look first, then send them all to my room later, and we can discuss them in detail."
Feng Xiu carefully read through the book "Blazing Sun Force," then closed it and glanced at Xiang Geng.
"And you, just tell Uncle Zheng what resources you need and break through to the Blood Burning stage as soon as possible."
Xiang Geng's face lit up with joy. He had noticed the changes in the auras of Feng Xiu, Feng Shouzhuo, and Han Che long ago.
He was filled with envy, and when Feng Xiu said that, he immediately clasped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Yes, sir!"
"Brother, you must be careful, lest something goes wrong during your training." At this moment, Feng Shouzhuo nodded and reminded him.
He did propose the martial arts strategy, but Feng Xiu was the actual guide.
Feng Xiu raised an eyebrow. "You think I'll fail?"
Feng Shouzhu chuckled.
Knock knock knock~
Just then, a rhythmic knocking sound came from outside the door.
"Young Master, are you there?"
After the sound was heard.
After listening, Feng Shouzhou's eyes lit up, and he gestured for Su Wantang to go open the door.
After the door was opened, a guard walked in respectfully.
"Young Master, a guest has arrived. Master Zheng invites you to the living room, saying that Mr. Jingzhai has come."
Main hall/living room.
Zheng Bo was helping an old man to sit down in a chair.
The old man had a thin face, wore a faded gray cloth robe, and had a wooden hairpin inserted into his white hair. His face was covered with deep wrinkles.
Feng Xiu was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward, bowing respectfully as a disciple.
"Why are you here, sir?"
"Wenzheng, I hope I haven't disturbed you by coming to see you today?"
Although Mr. Jingzhai's face was aged, his words were full of hearty energy.
"It is an honor for the Feng family that you have come here, sir. There is no question of disturbing you." Feng Xiu stepped forward, poured a cup of plain tea, and said with a smile.
Mr. Jingzhai was a renowned Confucian scholar in Qingyan Prefecture and had also run a private school.
Feng Xiu, Lin Che, and Fan Ling were all his students.
After helping Mr. Jingzhai to sit down, Zheng Bo quietly closed the door and left.
"Wenzheng, I've heard about everything you've done in the city—praying for rain, opening soup kitchens, providing relief to refugees... all good!"
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"You flatter me, sir. I was merely doing my duty," Feng Xiu said modestly.
Mr. Jingzhai sighed softly, glanced at the tightly closed door, and his wrinkles gathered at the corners of his eyes.
"I've seen everything that happened to you and Wenyuan. I'm proud of you both for who you are today."
"A gentleman judges by his actions, not his intentions; he deserves to be praised for his noble character and lofty conduct." The old man praised without reservation.
Feng Xiu smiled and this time he didn't refuse, accepting the offer readily.
"However, I came here today..." The old man paused for a moment, as if he found it difficult to say.
But she still sighed and said, "But Jingming... he has his own difficulties too."
Feng Xiu's smile froze.
The warmth in his eyes was gone, and a calm slowly returned.
The old man could naturally see the change in Feng Xiu's expression, and his face also showed a hint of helplessness.
"Back then, the three of you were studying under me, and you argued and made trouble every single day."
"Wenzheng, you have the most stable temperament; Wenyuan, you're the smartest; Jingming, you're the most mischievous. Every time you get punished with the ruler, he's the one who leads the way, and you all follow suit."
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Mr. Jingzhai smiled, a look of reminiscence flashing across his face. "So many years have passed in the blink of an eye. How did you all end up like this?"
Feng Xiu remained silent.
"Sir, did Fan Ling invite you here today?"
The old man did not deny it, and nodded slightly.
"He came to me and asked me to put in a good word for you."
"Wenzheng, I know you have your difficulties, and family matters are not something you can decide on your own."
I didn't come here to ask for anything in return; I just wanted to see you.
The old man seemed somewhat disheartened, and Feng Xiu's lack of direct response was exactly what he had expected before coming.
But when I actually saw it, I still felt a pang of regret.
"Three people make a group, three people make a group, why did it come to this... Sigh~"
A hazy memory flashed through the old man's mind, his face trembled slightly, and he murmured it twice.
Feng Xiu knew what he was talking about.
Mr. Jingzhai was a strict teacher; any slight mistake would result in being beaten or scolded with a ruler.
As children, they were still young at heart, and finding amusement in the otherwise tedious days of studying was their only source of joy.
The Jingzhai school was built in the village, where people would climb trees to steal birds' nests, go down to the river to catch shrimp, urinate and play in the mud, and so on.
This sentence should be followed by a rebuke: "There must be parasites among them."
We just can't hear it anymore.
"The decision is yours, I won't force you," the old man sighed again.
After saying that, he tried to stand up by grabbing the handrail, and Feng Xiu quickly stepped forward to help him.
"Take care, sir."
Mr. Jingzhai waved his hand, gently pushed away the person offering assistance, and walked away with considerable ease.
At the entrance, Feng Xiu and Zheng Bo escorted him to the courtyard gate, watching him get into the carriage and disappear around the street corner.
Only after the car's silhouette was obscured by the crowd did Uncle Zheng stand to the side, hesitant to speak.
"Ask whatever you want."
Uncle Zheng hesitated for a moment, "Young Master, is the old gentleman here because of the Fan family...?"
"Um.
"You agreed?"
"How could that be? My respect for him is one thing, family matters are another."
"The Fan family has already lost. Even if I don't intervene, they definitely won't survive. The Eastern Army and the River Law Division can't protect them forever."
He shook his head, and then added casually halfway through his sentence.
"Besides, the ultimate rule for winners is to take everything!"