Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 131 Heavenly Baiyujing, Twelfth Floor and Five Cities.

Entering the main hall, it is not as dilapidated as it looks on the outside, and there are even air-conditioning and floor heating.

In the middle are three big characters, Hall of Eternal Life.

On the left and right are two lines of poems by Li Bai.

Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor.

Immortals caress my top and endure longevity.

There is also a large copper incense burner in the middle, and milky white smoke slowly flows out from it, which is really a fairy-like atmosphere.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal style was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the hall, with his back to the door.

Qingfeng stepped forward quickly, and said softly: "Master, Ma Lao and Master Daoyan are here."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded slightly, got up and greeted Prince Ma, then nodded to the old monk, and led the two of them into the back of the hall.

Qingfeng led Yang Hao and the young monk into the lounge on the left, which was completely decorated in the style of high-end teahouses in the city, very comfortable.

"Two junior brothers, please rest here for a while. I have other things to do, so I won't accompany you."

Qingfeng left with his hands in his hands, only Yang Hao and the little monk were left in the room.

Xingji was not at all restrained, he threw the burden on the coffee table carved from tree roots, stretched himself, and began to drink tea and eat snacks.

Yang Hao looked at the furnishings in the room, and asked: "Xing Ji, what is this place, and the Taoist who left with the old horse and your master just now, is it the owner of this place?"

The little monk chuckled and didn't hide it: "Since the old horse dared to bring you here, there is nothing you can't say. This Taoist temple is of course called 'Wuji Immortal Palace', and it says so on the sign outside."

"But in fact, this is one of the gathering places of Nanwulin, and it also serves as an arbitration office. The old man with a strong nose, his official name should be Bai Yuzi, but we are all used to calling him Taoist Bai Yu."

"This guy is one of the twelve current arbitrators in Nanwulin. In the small circle of martial arts, in the southeast boundary, he can be counted among the top figures."

The little monk said a few words, then continued to concentrate on drinking tea.

Yang Hao was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "Are you really making a movie? Or are you cosplaying?"

The little monk rolled his eyes: "Hey, the old horse is really, didn't you do your homework before bringing you here? But when you go to the martial arts arena later, you will know the truth after watching it."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Yang Hao and took out the Apple Tyrant Gold, drinking tea and playing matchmaker.

Seeing that the "martial arts characters" that only existed on the screen and in novels in the past turned out to be in such a style, Yang Hao was really speechless.

This sitting is more than an hour.

During this period, people came in and out one after another, all of them were young people, and two of them were still dressed as students.

These people seemed to have come with their elders, and were led in by the breeze to rest. Except for those who were acquainted with each other and whispered together, the rest of them didn't talk much to each other.

After a while, Qingfeng finally led a thin and tall man in white clothes in, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please follow me."

Everyone stood up silently, and followed the breeze to the square square behind the Taoist temple.

The ground is paved with blue stones, and a huge Tai Chi picture is drawn in the center of the square.

At this time, two rows of red sandalwood grand master chairs were placed on both sides of the square, and the martial arts seniors headed by Taoist Baiyu sat on them.

Prince Ma and Monk Daoyan sat under Taoist Baiyu, and it seemed that their status in this small circle was not low.

Qingfeng led the man in white and stood behind Taoist Baiyu.

The rest of the people also stood behind the other seats.

Yang Hao saw the young monk standing behind the old monk, so he quickly stepped forward and stood behind Prince Ma.

Only then did Taoist Baiyu speak, and said loudly: "Since everyone is here, let's start. Who will come first?"

The man in white who came last walked to the center of the Taiji diagram with a blank face, and cupped his hands in all directions: "Please advise!"

When everyone saw that it was him, many of them frowned, as if they were afraid of him.

All of a sudden, no one left!

Taoist Baiyu didn't urge him, Qingfeng, who was standing behind him, walked to the censer on the sidelines and lit a stick of incense.

Yang Hao was confused, although he could guess that these people seemed to be fighting in a martial arts competition, and the lighting of incense should be timed, but the specific rules and reasons were completely unclear.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When the stick of incense was half burned, someone finally ended up.

He is a big black man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a hulking back and thick muscles, which looks like an iron tower from a distance.

He was standing behind the seat of a middle-aged man with beards, just below Prince Ma. It seemed that the status of martial arts should not be low.

The big man in black walked across to the man in white, cupped his hands and said, "Please advise!"

The man in white still had no expression on his face, and cupped his hands: "Come on."

Swish!
The big black man was not polite, he leaned forward, hit the cannon, and rushed towards the vital point of the man in white.

The blow was so powerful that even the air was torn apart, making a whirring sound.

Yang Hao's eyes widened. This was the first time he had seen the actual combat of Neijiaquan. It looked like a fierce tiger. If the man in white was hit by this cannonball, he would be seriously injured if he did not die.

clap clap clap!
A series of soft sounds, but the man in white turned slightly sideways, narrowly dodging the fatal blow of the big black man, and then counterattacked like lightning, a series of continuous punches, all landed on the chest and abdomen of the big black man between.

vomit!
The big black man knelt down on the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood, but forced himself to cup his hands at the man in white: "Thank you... for your mercy."

The man in white was still expressionless: "Admit it."

The bearded man jumped up from the seat, stepped over to the side of the big man in a few steps, checked his injuries, then nodded to the man in white, helped the big man up, and left the martial arts arena.

Yang Hao looked at the white-clothed man in surprise. The chain-inch boxing just now was very similar to the Wing Chun posture in the movie, but it was very different.

The main reason is the difference in momentum, not as gorgeous as in the movie, but extremely fast, accurate, and ruthless, almost in the blink of an eye, the seemingly tall and mighty black man was beaten until he vomited blood.

"This...is the actual combat power of Neijiaquan? It doesn't seem to be as fancy as in the movie. It is completely aimed at the vital points of the human body. The degree of ferocity is definitely not inferior to the murderous fighting technique on the battlefield."

Yang Hao's eyes lit up, and he unconsciously compared it with the military martial arts that Wang Xiaohu had used before.

Time continued to pass, but until the stick of incense burned out, no one left.

The man in white took a breath and bowed his hands to everyone again: "Thank you!"

After finishing speaking, he nodded to Taoist Baiyu, then walked back and stood still behind him.

Only now did Taoist Bai Yu stand up, and said loudly: "Everyone, do you have any objections?"

(End of this chapter)