The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 21 Yue Buqun

At this time of night, the streets were empty and deserted except for the night watchman.

It was not until Fang Xun and eight others showed up that this deserted street was filled with some life.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Xun said goodbye to the seven people and returned home.

Arriving at the backyard, Fang Xun casually threw the iron rod into the weapon rack and sat down cross-legged, his mind immersed in the martial arts hall.

In the infinitely wide arena, he and Mei Niansheng appeared at the same time.

As soon as he appeared, Mei Niansheng smiled and stroked his beard and said, "Judging from your complexion, did you fight with someone just now?"

Fang Xun sighed and said, "To be honest, I was the one who managed to kill my opponent with a narrow escape using a hidden weapon."

Mei Niansheng shook his head and didn't care.

"What is there to be ashamed of? If you don't kill someone, they will kill you. How can you hold back in a life-and-death fight?

Alas, I only understood this truth after I died. When I was alive, I didn’t have the heart to kill those three bad disciples, leaving behind a lot of harm.”

Perhaps because he was thinking about his past life, Mei Niansheng also became melancholy.

"Master Mei, please be at ease. What happened in your lifetime is now a thing of the past."

Fang Xun was also moved when he heard this and said something to comfort him.

Mei Niansheng quickly calmed down, smiled and regained his calm expression. Looking at the young man in front of him, he also had a premonition in his heart.

"It looks like this is our last competition."

Just when Fang Xun was about to say something, Mei Niansheng spoke again in a casual tone.

"Don't worry about it. All good things must come to an end. Your skills surpassed mine yesterday. There's no need to waste your time on an old man like me."

Fang Xun fell silent for a moment. After he broke through the eighth level of the acquired realm, he was able to kill Mei Niansheng.

I wanted to say something but felt that no matter what I said it would be hypocritical, so I ended up clasping my hands together and bowing solemnly.

"Master Mei, today we are going to decide who is better, and who lives or dies!"

"That's exactly what I want. Boy, don't hold back like you did yesterday!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clang, and Mei Niansheng drew his sword out of its sheath and flew up in an instant.

With the blessing of the pure internal force acquired through diligent practice of the "Shenzhao Jing", his body was as fast as an arrow and in an instant he was within ten feet of Fang Xun's body.

But what is faster than his body movement is his swordsmanship!
"Swish", "Swish", "Swish", seven consecutive swords were stabbed out in the blink of an eye. It was really fast, accurate and ruthless.

"Well done!"

Fang Xun laughed loudly, his feet seemed to be greased, and his body kept sliding backwards, as if a string was pulling him from behind.

Although Mei Niansheng's sword was fast, the tip of the sword was always an inch or two away from Fang Xun.

While retreating, Fang Xun suddenly stood still, swung out a claw with his right hand, and grabbed the sword light with an eagle-shaped free-hand move, and three fingers pointed at the tip of the sword.

Mei Niansheng only felt a huge force rushing up along the hilt of the sword. He exerted force with his wrist and danced a sword flower to dissipate the force, just enough to prevent the sword from slipping out of his hand.

But in order to relieve the force, the middle door was wide open for a moment.

Fang Xun took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, his hands changing into tiger claws to grab Mei Niansheng's chest.

The grab was so quick and urgent that Mei Niansheng seemed to hear the roar of a tiger coming down the mountain, trying to grab his heart out.

At the critical moment, Mei Niansheng suddenly leaped up and down, and his claws just brushed his chest. If it had shifted a little bit more, he would have been ripped open.

After dodging, Mei Niansheng stood firmly. Fang Xun also stopped and did not continue chasing him.

Sudden--

With a ripping sound, the collar of Mei Niansheng's shirt on his chest was torn into five pieces.

Seeing the torn clothes, Mei Niansheng's face suddenly darkened. "Boy, I told you not to hold back, are you looking down on me, a farmer?"

Without waiting for Fang Xun to respond, Mei Niansheng burst into laughter again.

"Your four-form free-hand fighting is truly amazing. I am convinced of my defeat!"

When Fang Xun was about to say something when he heard this, Mei Niansheng's figure suddenly became transparent and immediately disappeared into thin air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this situation, Fang Xun was stunned for a moment.

"Don't we need to kill him, but just defeat him?"

Thinking of this, he immediately withdrew from the arena. The next moment, his figure appeared in the training ground, his eyes looking towards the first door of the martial arts hall.

Mei Niansheng's name was still shining, but the text behind it had changed from "to be defeated" to "defeated".

The next moment, a new line of words appeared above Mei Niansheng.

[Yue Buqun, twelfth level of acquired realm, from "Swordsman", to be defeated]

Fang Xun stared at Yue Buqun's name for a long time, thinking about something.

Before, he always thought that he had to kill the martial arts character to be considered defeated, but he didn't expect that defeat was just a literal meaning, and he only needed to defeat the opponent in the competition.

"This is not bad. Every character in the martial arts hall has his or her own thoughts, preferences, and personality. They are not cold NPCs. If they get along well with each other, I will feel unhappy if I kill them by force."

Mei Niansheng and Fang Xun got along very well.

After only two days together, he not only taught Fang Xun all he knew about martial arts, but also answered all of Fang Xun's questions about martial arts, doing his best to impart his experience.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

In this situation, only a heartless person would kill without hesitation.

Fang Xun stood there quietly, reminiscing about Mei Niansheng for a while, then pushed open the first door again.

The world was spinning around him, and when he regained his vision, he returned to the ring and saw an elegant middle-aged man sitting opposite him.

The man had a mustache and was dressed in a blue shirt. He was waving a folding fan in his hand, looking unrestrained, and had a sword hanging around his waist.

He looks like an elegant and easy-going teacher, and is none other than Yue Buqun, the leader of the Huashan Sect.

However, Fang Xun was not fooled by this good-looking appearance. He organized his words in his mind before bowing and speaking.

"Master Yue, I am the young man Fang Xun, and I am honored to meet you."

Yue Buqun closed his folding fan with a snap and put it into his waist, then spoke with a pleasant expression.

"I already know what you want. You just want all my Kung Fu except the Sword Manual of Exorcism.

It’s not that I don’t want to teach you, I just let you practice without strict tests. If you go astray in the future, I’m afraid you will suffer unexpected disasters.”

Fang Xun suddenly felt a toothache. This guy was indeed the famous 'Gentleman Sword', and his skills in talking were amazing.

If you don't want to exchange martial arts, just say it directly. Why be so euphemistic?

"Master Yue, is there really no room for negotiation?"

I don't know when Yue Buqun had his right hand on the hilt of the sword, but he still responded with a smile on his face.

"There is no room for negotiation unless I die."

As he spoke, a figure rushed forward.

The strangeness of this charge was hard to describe. In just a moment, the distance between Yue Buqun and Fang Xun became less than a foot, and their noses were almost touching.

In an instant, two tiny cold rays pierced Fang Xun's eyes.

(End of this chapter)