The Great Way to Truth, Starting from Jiazi Laodao

Chapter 56: One Punch Opens, Iron Man Chang Qingzi
Fengyang County, Xianlin Pavilion.

In a quiet courtyard surrounded by bamboo forest.

Xuankong returned in a hurry.

Following the order of his senior brother, he specially spent money to buy a sumptuous breakfast from Xiankelai, spending a full two magic coins.

Normally they would not be willing to spend so much extravagantly, but today they were willing to spend the money.

Especially after seeing Chang Qingzi and Chang Anzi enjoying their meals, they were even happier. The third generation Taoist did not put pressure on them. Facing today's final, Xuanxu only said four words: "Let it be!"

Other Taoists also gave four words.

Xuan Yang: "Just do your best."

Xuan Yin: "All is well."

Xuan Su: "Put yourself first."

Xuan Kong: "Eat and drink well."

They did not put pressure on us or give any hard orders.

Even though they were more panicked than Changqingzi and Changanzi, they knew how difficult it was for their disciples along the way. As their teachers, they should not add any more psychological burden to them.

Travel light and don't worry about success or failure.

Be happy when you gain and be calm when you lose.

Ah!
You have to pretend.

They are the Taoist lineage.

Unlike those vulgar people who focus on winning or losing.

Compared with their elders, Chang'anzi and Changqingzi were more stable in their mentality. After breakfast, everyone went out.

Hutian Palace, on the stands.

Looking at the two disciples who were about to finish their exams, Xuanxu clenched his fists in his sleeves, Xuankong drank tea continuously, Xuanyang stared intently, Xuanyin kept wiping his sword, and Xuansu recited scriptures silently, just like parents waiting in front of the examination room.

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The Qingyi Zhenren who presided over this Daoyuan event didn't waste any words. He ordered the two hundred contestants to come forward. After a few words of encouragement, he ordered them to draw lots and naturally assign opponents.

The strength of your opponent depends on your luck.

If you are lucky, you will meet someone you can beat and enter the top 100; if you are unlucky, you will meet someone you cannot beat and stop here.

Luck is also part of strength.

It’s all about fate, this is very Taoist!
Changqingzi and Changanzi were lucky. They did not have to compete with their fellow disciples, so they each went on stage to compete.

Chang'anzi was carrying a heavy sword on his back, which made him particularly conspicuous.

He is one of the top ten candidates, and his use of magical instruments is special, so naturally he attracts a lot of attention.

On the ring, Chang'anzi saluted his opponent, then the hook-nosed Taoist on the opposite side sprayed fire rain from his nose, untied the gourd from his waist, and released two fire birds. He then sank his energy into his dantian and punched hard.

The fist intention, fist force and fist power are all concentrated in one punch. The fist wind is whistling on the ring, and the wind blows up even the clothes.

With a bang, the rain of fire shattered, the firebird was injured, and Chang'anzi swung his fist at the body, his remaining force and prestige undiminished.

The Taoist with the hooked nose sacrificed the red gourd and released a raging flame, but it was of no avail. It was blasted away by a punch, causing a brilliant firework explosion. The Taoist's hooked nose was broken, and his nose bled like a pillar. His body flew backwards, and tears welled up in pain.

When he was about to fall off the stage, Chang Anzi grabbed his ankle and pulled him back onto the stage. He bowed and said, "Thank you!"

Elegant and graceful, with outstanding demeanor.

The hook-nosed man was convinced and returned the favor and stepped down.

"Haha! We've made it into the top 100."

Xuan Yang stood up excitedly and clapped his hands.

Xuanxu and others were also in a good mood.

After a lapse of twenty years, a disciple from Qiuzhen Temple finally won a place in the Tiandi Academy based on his own strength.

Senior Brother Xuan Ye, there is someone to take over!
They all glanced at Xuan Yang at the same time, full of disgust. He had lived for more than forty years, but was still so unstable. He was calm in the face of difficulties and remained calm even when a mountain collapsed in front of him. This was the true nature of a Taoist.

The next moment, Xuan Yang jumped up excitedly, laughing heartily, and was very proud: "Haha! My disciple has also entered!"

Xuanxu and others looked over quickly. He had a bright smile on his face, revealing eight white teeth. They couldn't help but stand up as well.

Xuan Yang: "What a silly smile!"

Don't think I don't know what you were thinking just now.

The Taoists and others turned their heads and glared at him.

Xuanxu: "Junior brother Xuanyang, come to my room tonight, and we will have a candlelit night talk."

I think you are getting too proud and you really think that your senior brother can't lift the knife anymore!
Xuan Yin: "Add me in!"

Xuankong: "And there is this poor Taoist."

Xuan Su: "I'll go too!"

They are not envious.

I just wanted to exchange ideas on teaching with Junior Brother Xuanyang, and help him stabilize his mindset so that he doesn't become too arrogant, which would be detrimental to his practice. I'm doing this for his own good.

Xuan Yang, who was showing off to Taoist Fei Bai: ...

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Chang Qingzi and Chang Anzi were unaware of the grudges between their master and their superior. The two were close to each other on the ring. They looked at each other and sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing.

Until the second draw of lots to assign opponents. Facing the top 100, Changanzi did not dare to be careless, mobilized all his energy, took the lead, and punched with all his strength.

When I was practicing in the mountains, my uncle once said:

"The truth is simplicity. In the end, any self-defense technique is nothing more than a punch, a sword, a palm, or a knife. Instead of learning those fancy boxing techniques and biting off more than you can chew, it is better to practice the basic boxing techniques to perfection and condense them into one punch.

Once the foundation is laid, you can then switch to other boxing techniques. You will naturally be able to master a hundred techniques with half the effort, as if you were helped by God. "

Before going down the mountain, the uncle taught again:
"When you are out and about and encounter a fight, whether it is a fight of blood or a fight of arms, don't try. Either don't fight, or if you do fight, go all out, strike with lightning speed, win with speed, and defeat the enemy without a fight.

After you win, you can then pay attention to your demeanor and manners. Everything else is just a formality, done for others to see. Only victory is real."

Chang'anzi kept it in mind.

Therefore, during that time in the mountains, in addition to Bagua Sword, he only practiced Bagua Fist.

After half a month of martial arts training, he only threw one punch.

A full-strength punch determines the outcome, success or failure.

Hit a punch to avoid a hundred punches.

Even when facing the top 100, he still punched.

Straightforward, no frills.

A strong wind blew up on the ring, and the boxing intent became real.

The pupils of the tall Taoist priest opposite him constricted. He did not dare to delay and immediately made a seal with his left hand. A huge lion shadow appeared under his feet, which flew into the air, landed fiercely, and stomped hard.

The lion roared and attacked with all its might, pouncing down.

Not only that, he made another hand gesture with his right hand, and the lion became so powerful that it actually grew another one.

The two-headed lion pounced at him, and Chang'an Zi's face was solemn. He did not dodge or evade. No matter how many tricks you use, I can break them with one punch.

One punch arrives and the lion roars.

After a few moments of stalemate, the two-headed lion was broken.

At the same time, he turned around abruptly, and using all his remaining strength, he knocked away the Taoist priest who suddenly appeared behind him and swung a ruler.

Under the huge recoil of force, Chang'an Zi staggered and retreated three steps in a row, sinking with each step to release the force. When the churning qi and blood in his body returned to normal, he performed a Taoist bow to his opponent who was vomiting blood.

After Chi Nan left, the arena under his feet was raised again. Chang Anzi stood on it alone, looking towards the direction of Fuyun Mountain, feeling heroic.

Breaking into the top 100 is just the beginning.

Breaking into the top 50 is not the end.

He will move forward step by step, break into the top ten, and continue until he is exhausted, thus living up to his uncle's teachings and bringing fame to his master.

Let the people of Fengyang County remember their master again.

He, Chang'anzi, is a Taoist from Qiuzhen Temple and a disciple of Xuan Ye!
The clanging sound interrupted Chang'anzi's thoughts. He turned his head and saw the iron sword in Changqingzi's hand making a pleasant sword sound. After fighting with his opponent for more than thirty rounds, his whole body was filled with sword intent. With one sword, eight swords followed. The sword energy broke the magic weapon, and the iron sword knocked the silk ribbon magic weapon away and across the opponent's snow-white neck.

Immediately, realizing that it was only an illusion, Chang Qingzi reacted extremely quickly in a flash. Using his right foot as a fulcrum, he moved his body to the left and rotated, drifting flexibly and moving gracefully. He successfully avoided the attack from behind. At the same time, he showed no mercy and slapped his sword, breaking his opponent's buttocks and knocking him away.

With screams, the young Kun Dao, who had just shown his horns, flew out of the ring, fell to the ground with a thud, and looked like a vicious dog falling on shit, in a miserable posture.

Feeling the focused gazes from above, her face flushed with shame and indignation: "How embarrassing!"

Thinking of the instigator, she supported herself on the ground with her hands and climbed up. She rubbed her spanked butt while crying out in pain, and glared at Chang Qingzi, baring her little fangs. Her cute chubby face was filled with anger:

"I...this lady...I will remember you!"

Chang Qingzi frowned: "Why? Can't stand losing? If you are not convinced, let's fight again in private."

"you!"

Seeing more eyes staring at him, Kun Dao stomped his feet, trying hard to endure the shameful pain, which made his eyes shed tears, and then he turned and left.

On the stage, Chang'anzi burst into laughter.

In the stands, Xuan Yang laughed wildly, "My disciple! He won! He won again! With a disciple like this, what more could I ask for?"

Suddenly his scalp tightened and he looked up. On the second-floor stands, a middle-aged Kun Dao with a dull face was staring at him. He looked at the clothes of the disciples behind Kun Dao, and then at the clothes on the chubby Kun Dao in the stands. Xuan Yang understood.

Thinking that his disciple had won, it was normal for the other party to be unhappy, but thinking of showing the demeanor of a winner, he grinned brightly and nodded to show his friendliness.

Unexpectedly, Kun Dao's eyes became even sharper!
Xuan Yang lowered his head and muttered, "Like master, like disciple. No one can afford to lose."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Kun Dao is indeed troublesome."

The next moment, he felt cold again, and when he looked up, he saw Junior Sister Xuan Su smiling at him.

Xuan Yang was delighted: "It seems that Senior Sister agrees with what I said. Great minds think alike."

Xuan Su's smile faded and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Xuan Yang realized it later and reacted, and quickly lowered his head: You can't see me.

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Halfway through the race, only the top fifty remain.

Looking at Changqingzi and Changanzi regulating their breathing on the stage, audience member Qiuzhen was filled with pride.

However, extreme joy brings sorrow.

The next draw is by lot.

Chang Qingzi had bad luck and encountered a strong opponent, and Chang Anzi was not much better, facing a top ten favorite.

(End of this chapter)