Just when it was a period of lack of anti-Japanese troops, Qi Jiguang went to Yiwu to recruit coolies who dug coal. Yu Dayou thought that there were thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple, and there should be many masters. Go up the mountain, compete first and then recruit soldiers, and learn the best stick technique in the world.

So, one day, Yu Dayou went to Shaolin Temple. When he saw the official, the Shaolin abbot naturally did not dare to neglect it. He quickly invited the masters from the temple to play a few tricks. When Yu Dayou saw it, he was disappointed and couldn't help criticizing the crowd, "It's fancy, what the hell, it's better to be famous than to meet."

When he said this, the people in Shaolin Temple naturally dissatisfied and shouted, "You can do it, you can go."

As a master of countless actual combat, Yu Dayou was afraid of such provocation. He went up and took a stick. He went to the martial arts field with his fingers casually, "You guys, and you guys, all of them will be used to me."

Needless to mention the result of the competition. Since I mentioned Yu Dayou, he naturally won. It was said that he was beaten to the Shaolin Temple and obeyed him. The abbot sent a few people to follow Yu Dayou down the mountain and join the army to learn stick techniques.

A few years later, these monks brought the stick technique back to Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin stick technique was so brilliant. Yu Dayou can be said to be half of the ancestor of Shaolin Kung Fu, or it can be said that Buddhist kung Fu comes from Taoism.

As for why the reputation of Buddhist kung fu is now over Taoist, this has something to do with what I mentioned earlier that Shaolin Temple is so rich. It is poor and rich in literature and martial arts, and it is good to eat and drink, so how can it be good to practice kung fu?

In addition, in the Qing Dynasty, there was a novel called "The Holy Dynasty's Prosperity and Age of All Times". The first time the theory of the Shaolin School was proposed. This book was a popular novel at that time, and it was printed one after another. Later, others wrote martial arts novels again and again. If the Shaolin School did not appear, readers would not buy it at all.

Those who write novels are poor scholars, just to make a living, so it is naturally impossible to be in trouble with their parents. If readers like to read, then write whatever they want.

Now, the Shaolin Sect is being written more and more evilly. "The martial arts of the world come from Shaolin, and Shaolin Kung Fu is the best in the world." This is also known to everyone through the mouths of storytellers. Everyone says this, and the people naturally believe it without doubt.

However, according to my estimate, the Shaolin Sect's sayings can spread so smoothly, which is inseparable from the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple. Most of the people who can go to Shaolin Temple to become lay disciples are rich children. They are united together to be a good force. Maybe the Shaolin Sect is they secretly fiddling with them."

"According to what you said, the movies in Shaolin Temple were also made by Shaolin lay disciples?"

Nan Yi shook his head, "That shouldn't be. Xiang Jun's screenwriters actually don't have any innovative ability. There are almost no original stories in martial arts films. They are better at adapting and following the trend. A book called "The Holy Dynasty's Prosperity" is enough to eat for a lifetime.

Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan, Hu Huiqian, Bai Mei, Wudang Feng Daode, Lei Laohu, Shaolin Five Ancestors, Wumei Shima, and the legendary apprentice Yan Yongchun are the founders of Wingchun Quan;

Including the later Wing Chun disciple Ip Man and his very famous disciple Bruce Lee, it can be said that these people are related to the book "The Holy Dynasty's Prosperity and the Year of the Year".

"Is this book good?"

"It's not good-looking. The male protagonist is Qianlong. The author praised him so much that he was overwhelmed. For him, perhaps his father and mother were not as close as Qianlong, but when he returned to that time, the author actually had great wisdom and sat upright on his butt."

[It's so much water, no matter how small it is, the prototype of the story of "The Tale of Qianlong" actually comes from this book.]

"What is the author's name?" Gong Xue asked curiously.

"I don't know, the name has not been passed down. One is bad. It may be the shameless person of Qianlong. I can't say that he praises himself by writing. The descendants of the wild boar skin praise him very shamelessly."

"Don't talk nonsense, pay attention to national unity."

"What am I talking nonsense? Nurhaci means wild boar skin in Manchu. This is not a derogatory term. At that time, the Jurchen tribe lived among the white mountains and black waters, and admired powerful wild animals very much.

Wild boars are strong, tigers dare not provoke them easily, and wild boars are hard skins. This name has a beautiful meaning and is not something that ordinary people can call.

Dorgon is so powerful. His name actually means badger, one badger, another wild boar, tsk, and a comparison makes Nurhaci seem very capable."

"I don't understand either, so let's just do it." Gong Xue wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Nan Yi, are you lying to me? Didn't you say a duel? Why don't I look like it?"

"It's not yet. This performance is over, and the next one is the duel. We can't watch the show in vain. When they decide the winner, you can learn from the Indians and give it a reward."

“How much is it?”

"Wait, I'll ask Priyaka." Nan Yi said, turning to Priyaka and said, "How much did you give just now?"

“Fifty rupees.”

"Give it fifty, it's really hard to sit in the VIP area." Nan Yi turned around and said to Gong Xue.

"Um."

As Nan Yi and the others finished their chat, two contestants who had been to the east and west directions were entangled with each other and came to the south. Less than three meters away from the VIP area, the red pants player suddenly stretched out his right hand to hook the neck of the Navy Pants player. His left hand slammed and slapped a series of slaps, and then pushed the person away, raised his hands and screamed a few times, while shouting, looking at the VIP area, as if he was waiting for a reward.

"Is this the winner determined?" Nan Yi asked Priyaka incredibly.

"Yes, the fight is not good, no one will give me a reward."

Things were developing as Priyaka said, and Red Pants looked at it with a gaze, but no audience in the VIP area stood up, and no one came over to give rewards in the other three directions.

When the host who set off the atmosphere saw this situation, he quickly came over and took the two contestants away. Then he shouted a few times with the microphone in high spirits, and saw two contestants wearing only white pants walking towards the center of the competition venue from the east and north.

The two contestants stood about three meters apart and looked at each other with cannibalism.

These two players are completely different from the two teams just now. The players just now are both fat, their bodies are covered in fat, and their faces are also fat, with more fat and strong ability to resist strikes. If you fight each other a little bit, the pain should not be too strong.

The two contestants are strong now, their naked upper bodies reveal their linear muscles, their arms are as thick as legs, white cloth wrapped around their wrists, and their palms are white.

The staff next to him stepped forward, tied a red belt to one of them on the left arm, and then a yellow belt to the other. After the host incited him, he ran far away, and the focus of the audience was on the two contestants.

The two contestants stared at each other, wandered around, and observed each other's flaws.

"It's a bit of a waste to slap in the face. These two people have the time to be on their own. Just let them play with their swords, guns, sticks and sticks." Looking at the two contestants, Nan Yi muttered to Gong Xue.

"How do you know they have the skills to do it?"

"You have practiced martial arts for a long time, so I'm so embarrassed to ask this question. If you have spent your time studying it, you can tell from their standing posture that they have definitely practiced leg skills. Look at the yellow belt, leaning forward on the upper body, and exploring your right hand, and changing the direction and blocking the left hand at any time. Isn't it a bit awkward?"

Gong Xue observed for a while and said, "There's a little bit."

"You think about it a little bit. If he holds a knife in his right hand and a shield in his left hand, wouldn't he feel uncomfortable?"

"The left hand is OK, but the right hand still feels awkward."

"I used a scimitar, and there was a movement of swinging the knife in the move. Inertia and centrifugal force were used clearly."

"Swing? How to swing?"

"That's how it swung." Nan Yi said, pointing to the yellow belt.

I saw the yellow belt on the competition field suddenly thrust forward, swinging his right hand and slapped the red belt in the face.

Bang!

Although thirty meters apart, Nan Yi still heard a crisp sound.

Although the yellow belt made the move, it was also very risky. He started from the ground and rotated his whole body to the left. Once the red belt avoided his move, he could use his backhand to use his inertia to give him some ruthlessness.

"The red belt is bleeding." Gong Xue said, staring at her.

"Not only, I'm not looking at it, I've spitted my teeth."

I saw Red Bian staring at Yellow Bian's eyes fiercely, and spitting out two teeth from his mouth with two puffs. He was very skillful in spitting, and he went to Yellow Bian's eyes.

"Fuck, it's too far away, I can't see if the red belt is blinking."

It doesn't matter if you can't see clearly. The red belt has already bullied you. The man jumped up and swung his left hand for a month and a half, thirty-degree angle down, and slapped his palm hard on the right face of the yellow belt.

"It's a pity that you can't use your feet, otherwise you won't need to aim if you kick your yellow belt forward. You will probably be able to hit the ball."

After the red belt landed, he was in power and was unforgivable. He went up with his left and right hands, crackling like raindrops, and his big pussy fell on the yellow belt's face.

The yellow belt was probably stunned after taking the previous one. I didn't know how to raise my hand to block it. A head swayed left and right with the red belt's palm.

"I'm dead." The tiger cub behind Nan Yi suddenly said.

“Tell me.”

Nan Yi knew that the tiger cub had good eyesight, but the tiger cub could see the subtle movements he could not see clearly.

"The person who wore the red belt on his arm just now did not try to fix it. He rubbed his fingertips with the yellow belt's eyes and hit the back of his head. It was very cruel. He was trying to kill the other party."

"Um."

Nan Yi saw that the host had already gone to the two contestants, and probably saw that something was wrong.

The host walked to the side of the red belt and shouted twice, then reached out and pulled the red belt away from the yellow belt. As the red belt was pulled apart, the yellow belt shook left and right for a few times before collapsed softly on the ground.

"Dead?" Nan Yi asked.

"I'm still angry. My left eye should be ruined, and my upper eyelids were torn off half."

"It's a bit cruel. Since the winner has been decided, there is nothing good to watch." Nan Yi stood up and said, "Gong Xue, let's go."

"I didn't understand why the yellow belt suddenly lost." Gong Xue stood up and said regretfully: "I thought he would win."

"Let's go first, I'll tell you on the way."

On the way, Nan Yi removed the bloody part and told Gong Xue about the process.

After returning to Peacock Villa and having a beautiful dinner, Nanyi took Gong Xue for a walk around Peacock Lake.

In Varanasi, a small team of Dalit female soldiers raided a civilian house, holding a silence ppk in hand, making the house look hateful and annoying. You can tell at a glance that it is not a good person, and a few "bandits" who don't need to put on makeup to play the role of the opposite person were killed.

Meanwhile, on the other end of Varanasi, an old antique Delier carbine, who is already forty years old, is calling out to the yard of a villa.

The performance of the Delier Carbine is very ordinary, with no range and no accuracy, but it has a very outstanding advantage. The entire barrel is wrapped with a silencer, and the silence effect is excellent.

After two buzzing sounds, the two dogs in the villa yard fell down.

By the wall of the villa, three team members collaborated to send one team member to the wall, one after another, and soon four team members entered the yard, lowered their bodies, and slowly broke into the villa building in an attacking formation.

The four of them were very careful and tried not to make any noise. There was no security in the villa, and the possibility of fire exchange was almost zero. They did not want to disturb the servants and committed more murder, but just wanted to take the target away quietly.

Perhaps because justice stood on their side, the action was very smooth, until a living person and two dead dogs were taken out of the villa, and no servant was alarmed.

That night, Nan Yi and Gong Xue did not sleep in the bedroom. Gong Xue changed into a white ancient costume and combed an ancient lady's hairstyle. Nan Yi changed into a navy blue Taoist robe and tied a bun on his head.

Nan Yi said he was helpless. Gong Xue was addicted to acting and insisted on taking a role. You can just act. What's wrong with acting? He just wanted to play the opposite scene between Yin Zhiping and Xiaolongnu. Alas, he actually wanted to challenge the role of a bald mechanic.

After struggling on Peacock Mountain for a long time and several times, Gong Xue was still addicted to the drama.

the next day.

When the sunset was slightly drunk, Nanyi went to the airport to pick up Deepak and Fatiya to Peacock Villa.
To be continued...