People are in comprehensive martial arts, start to destroy Shaolin

"Come on, come on." Zhang Wuwei stood up without fear, "Who is afraid of whom?"

"Are you afraid of what others will say about what you do?"

Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Feng jumped up.

With a sound of "嗖!", a stone blocked it in mid-air: "Brother Feng, you are so elegant."

"Practicing martial arts so early?"

Seeing Huang Yaoshi coming, Ouyang Feng knew that he couldn't do anything today.

He sat back in his seat angrily: "I ate too much in the morning, and I have nothing to do. I think I will learn this master's brilliant move."

Huang Yaoshi said indifferently, with the slightest hint of threat: "Brother Feng, wait until he leaves from my Peach Blossom Island, and he is haggling with Master Zhang."

Ouyang Feng naturally understood the meaning of the words, and cupped his hands to show he understood.

Huang Yaoshi glanced at Ouyang Feng, and then at Ouyang Ke. Who would have thought that such a thing could happen to Xidu?
It's really bad, even if they win the third game today, they still can't marry Rong'er to him.

Taking out a scripture, Huang Yaoshi said proudly:

"I am proficient in Dongxie Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, five elements, eight trigrams, Qimen Dunjia."

"Although I don't want my son-in-law to be like me, at least he should have some scholarly temperament."

This remark made Ouyang Ke look happy. His white clothes fluttered and he wore a feather fan and scarf.

Why not be more talented than that silly boy?

Guo Jing's face turned bitter. For so many years, in order to avenge his father, he practiced martial arts hard.

Although I can read most of the Chinese characters, I really don't know anything about those piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings.

In the desert, where is that stuff popular.

Not to mention learning, he has never seen it a few times, and he only knew this when he came to the hinterland of the Central Plains.

"Why are you afraid?" Ouyang Ke stepped forward and challenged, "If you are afraid, don't compare."

Guo Jing's face became more painful: "Second brother, I."

Zhang Wuwei waved his hand: "Don't worry."

With a smile on his face, Ouyang Ke bowed his hands and said to Huang Yaoshi: "My nephew usually does some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Why don't my nephew show it first?"

Of course he knows a little bit, sometimes he is tired from playing and doesn't want to use his strength anymore.

He will also use piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and handsome appearance to seduce beautiful women like flowers.

Let them take the initiative to throw themselves into their arms, of course, after playing enough, it's still the same.

Huang Yaoshi looked at his frivolous appearance, feeling depressed for no reason:
"My nephew, we are people in the martial arts world, and we don't have those red tapes."

Holding up the scriptures: "You two, whoever remembers more scriptures within a stick of incense will win this game."

Ouyang Ke's face froze, reciting scriptures? ? ?
what is this? ? ?
Does this have something to do with scholars, this has something to do with Qimen Dunjia, Five Elements and Eight Diagrams?

Huang Yaoshi stroked the Nine Yin Manual, and it was because of it that his wife died young.

Why was I so stupid back then, wanting this broken martial arts cheat book all my heart.

With a long sigh, let the wife come together to choose a husband for Rong'er.

Light a stick of incense, put the scriptures on the table: "Let's get started."

Ouyang Ke rushed up in a hurry, flipped through it, and suddenly felt his head was as big as a cow.

This scripture is so profound and difficult to understand, not to mention memorizing it, it is very difficult to read it smoothly.

Guo Jing also quickly came to the scriptures, Ouyang Ke wanted to stop him, but Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly.

I had to give up half of my body so that Guo Jing could also read.

Guo Jing was still a little worried at the beginning, but after reviewing several passages of scriptures, he suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Wuwei.

He just smiled and nodded.

There was a huge wave in his heart, how did the second brother know that today's test is the Nine Yin Manual?
And let me find Zhou Botong's complete copy?
Wait, why does Huang Yaoshi have this scripture?

I don't understand, I don't understand.

Silly, he let Ouyang Ke browse quickly while he was thinking wildly.

Ouyang Ke looked at Guo Jing's simple-minded appearance, so he didn't get angry. You can't turn over such a profound scripture once you turn it over?
Remembered so soon?
He was so angry that he flipped through the pages again and again. I can't remember much of just one scripture, and you don't want to remember much!
Just in the flipping book of "Hua Hua", a stick of incense passed away quickly.

Ouyang Ke glared at Guo Jing viciously, and went to the desk next to him.

Close your eyes and recall carefully for a moment, pick up the brush and start writing.

On the other side, Guo Jing scratched his hair foolishly and began to write.

After a while, Ouyang Ke had to scratch his head and keep recalling the scriptures in his mind.

The more he wanted to recall, the more those scriptures were like fish, swimming away quickly and disappearing in his mind.

It made him sweat profusely.

On the other hand, Guo Jing was calm and composed, writing without any pause.

Until Ouyang Ke almost broke the brush, Guo Jing finally finished writing and handed it to Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Yaoshi was startled when he saw the densely packed scriptures.

Is this silly boy just like his wife, with a photographic memory?

Impossible, could it be that Madam is secretly telling me, who should I choose?
He didn't doubt that Guo Jing knew it in advance, despite the great reputation of the Nine Yin Manual, but few people have seen the real one.

Apart from Zhou Botong's hands, as far as he knows, only he and his apprentice Mei Chaofeng know about it.

Therefore, he was really shocked that Guo Jing was able to write them all silently.

Ouyang Ke looked at the paper with few scriptures on his face with a livid face, and then looked at Guo Jing's densely packed scriptures.

He broke the brush and shouted: "Impossible, he cheated!"

"I didn't memorize a few scriptures, how could he memorize them all."

This made Huang Yaoshi even more displeased, and couldn't afford to lose: "I'd like to bet and admit defeat, Brother Feng, please go back."

Ouyang Feng's expression was also very ugly: "Brother Yao, have you really thought about it?"

"You want to marry your niece to such a fool?"

"It's not you and me who are evil and poisonous, and get married?"

"You know, the next time Huashan will discuss swords is not far away."

Faintly, there is a kind of threat.

Huang Yaoshi stood up and said proudly with his hands behind his back, "I, Dongxie, don't need to act on anyone's face."

"Please, Brother Feng."

Ouyang Feng looked at Huang Yaoshi with a gloomy face: "Really?"

Huang Yaoshi's face became even more arrogant: "Brother Feng, do you want to test whether I have regressed in the past 20 years?"

"Hahaha!" Ouyang Feng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "That's exactly what I meant."

"Oh, there are some people here, they really don't want to be shameless." Zhang Wuwei picked up the Yitian sword and put it on the ground:

"If you don't have a daughter-in-law, you will steal it; if you are a son, you will steal it if you don't have a daughter-in-law."

"It's really good, brother Huang, why don't you and I join hands and leave this western poison here today?"

Ouyang Feng's eyes stood up like snake pupils: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

A fierce momentum burst out from his body, blowing the peach blossoms upside down, whistling.

Behind Huang Yaoshi also instantly appeared the phantom of a small island in the sea, the waves were surging, and the falling flowers were colorful.

Zhang Wuwei smiled slightly, and a sharp sword rose from the ground, piercing the sky!