Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 13 Fire in a Cup
Tuk~
Fang Yunhan pulled out a stool and sat down again. He picked up the wine jug and filled his cup. He shook the empty wine jug and said, "It seems that this last glass of wine should be cherished. Do you have any stories to go with it?"
"There is indeed one more." The Golden Monk put down the note, drove away the falcon, and said, "Didn't I mention it before? Ten years ago, when I first came to the Central Plains, I met a strange man and was defeated by him three times in a row."
"Yes." Fang Yunhan nodded, "It seems that he is related to this letter."
"He knew that I wanted to go to Shaolin and told me that the reputation of Shaolin is not determined by one or two unique skills or one person's victory or defeat."
The Golden Monk drank the wine in the cup and said, "If you want to defeat Shaolin, you must not only win in martial arts, but also in power."
"My sect is far away from the Central Plains and does not have such power. It is better to wait for a big trend in the Central Plains and take advantage of it. Then my wish will come true."
After saying this, Jin Tou Tuo was silent for a few breaths, then he sighed and put down his wine glass: "I have waited for ten years. He finally said that the situation is set and ready to go. All that is missing is the last bit of east wind."
"I guess the east wind he needs is wealth, or in other words, a treasure map that leads to huge wealth." Fang Yunhan held the wine but still hadn't drunk it.
"Does the treasure map really belong to you?" Jin Tou Tuo asked, then shook his head. "Forget it. No matter what you say, as long as you leave, I will stop you. Unfortunately, I don't have many friends. Although I have only known you for a short time, you are one of them."
Fang Yunhan laughed and said, "Who says friends can't wield swords?"
"well said!"
The Golden Monk gave a decisive shout, lowered his waist and sat on his hips, bending the four legs of the stool under him. He rubbed his palms together and swung outwards.
Fang Yunhan was startled to feel a sharp heat coming towards him, and his upper body fell back parallel to the ground.
Although he was lying down, in order to prevent the wine from spilling, the position of the wine glass did not change and its height was still above the table.
A stream of burning hot air passed over the rim of the glass, and with a puff, the full glass of wine was ignited, and a flame about half a foot high suddenly jumped up.
This invisible heat extended to four meters away, and its force was still there. With a hissing sound, a pillar in the inn was cut in half.
Fang Yunhan looked up from his flat position. In his inverted vision, he could see two small flames burning at both ends of the long and narrow cut, while the cracks deep inside the pillar quickly emitted a smell of coke that spread throughout the lobby of the inn.
According to some research data that Fang Yunhan knew in his previous life, when the temperature of the human skin reaches 47°C, there will be a burning pain; when the temperature is greater than 50°C, it will burn and form blisters; if 60°C comes into contact with human skin, it will quickly cause third-degree burns.
In order to leave a scorch mark on the wood at this moment, the temperature must reach at least 300℃.
This kind of heat, combined with the sharpness that can cut through wood like mud from four meters away, if used in a group battle, killing people would be as easy as mowing grass, which is really terrifying.
This is the flaming sword that Jin Tou Tuo has been studying since he was young and has practiced hard for decades.
The knife missed, and Jin Tou Tuo moved his hands to prepare to chop down, but Fang Yunhan kicked the table between them.
How could a mere wooden table withstand the force of the golden monk's arms? But the wooden table came with great force and hit the golden monk's arms. While it was shattered, the golden monk's hands also paused and failed to cut it off.
Amidst the flying wood splinters and sawdust, Fang Yunhan suddenly straightened up from his lying position and approached the golden monk.
The flame in the wine glass in his left hand tilted backwards, stretching out a longer flame mark, and his right fist had already punched out.
This punch came so fast!
The wood thorns and sawdust that blocked the fist's path were unable to avoid it and were smashed into pieces in mid-air, turning into flying powder that was carried by the wind from the fist and flew towards Golden Toutuo.
The golden monk swept away the powder with one hand and blocked Fang Yunhan's fist with the other.
But at this time, Jin Tou Tuo's vision was blocked by the powder, and the agility of his moves was inevitably inferior. The hand that was used to block Fang Yunhan's fist did block the force of the fist, but unexpectedly, the five fingers of that fist suddenly bounced away like a green bamboo bent by a strong force, and the fingertips bounced on Jin Tou Tuo's tendons, leaving several purple marks.
A large tendon in the wrist was plucked by Fang Yunhan's fingers like a pipa string, and a buzzing sound seemed to be transmitted into the ear. Jin Tou Tuo's entire right arm was sore and numb that he could hardly lift it.
Although Tie Shou's fierce bare-handed fist has only seven moves, it is actually the essence of all kinds of fist and palm moves he has seen in his lifetime. It interprets the seven martial arts moves that the human hand can perform, namely fist, palm, claw, finger, hook, finger snap, and grappling. It can be used at different times and directions, and its moves are ever-changing.
However, Fang Yunhan's five-finger pipa bow move, the cleverness of finding the right opportunity in the battle, and the wonderful situation he created were entirely the result of his own natural talent.
"drink!"
The golden monk's right arm was injured. He growled and attacked with great force using his left hand. His eyes were forced to widen, and he collided head-on with Fang Yunhan's right hand.
After a fight, both of them lost their balance. The stool under the golden monk's buttocks was crushed to pieces. He staggered a few steps and almost fell down.
Fang Yunhan landed on the ground with both feet, but slid backwards, and the stool behind him was pushed away with it. A little wine was spilled from his left hand, and the flame at the mouth of the cup was still roaring, leaving more brilliant traces in the air.
When he paused for a moment, he hooked his foot and kicked the stool out.
Golden Tou Tuo thought of the scene just now and guessed that Fang Yunhan was going to chase after the stool and attack, so he did not take it head-on. He lowered his body and swung out the flaming knife in his left hand. According to his expectation, he should be able to hit Fang Yunhan's waist.
Who would have thought that when the Golden Monk lowered his head, there was nothing in front of him, only a shadow that was enlarging and shrinking on the ground.
It turned out that Fang Yunhan had already jumped up when he kicked out the stool and launched an attack from a high altitude.
The golden monk was immediately hit hard on the back. He vomited blood but forced himself to turn around. He waved his left hand again before falling to the ground.
Fang Yunhan saw it clearly and his right hand made three changes in succession. First, he put his palm together like a knife to poke the golden monk's left wrist. Then, except for the thumb, he bent the first knuckles of the four fingers, like a leopard fist, and hit the golden monk's left elbow. In the third change, he clenched his five fingers into a fist and hit the golden monk's left shoulder.
Crack!!!
There was a crisp sound of bone breaking, and the Golden Toutuo groaned in pain. More blood flowed out of his mouth, and a corner of his robe fell in front of him.
Fang Yunhan landed steadily next to the golden monk.
"Good, good boxing." The Golden Monk struggled to stand up, unable to lift his hands, and laughed miserably, "Central Plains is indeed full of extraordinary people, brother, let's do it."
"The meridians in your hands won't be able to recover within three months. You've already been defeated. Why are you still trying?"
The flame in Fang Yunhan's wine glass had gone out. He took a sip and there was not much taste of alcohol left, but the warm water was just enough to quench his thirst.
"I just have one question. After three failures, are you willing to trust him for ten years?"
The Golden Monk opened his mouth and said, "If you have never seen him, you will not understand how impressive his demeanor is."
"Ha." Fang Yunhan swung his left hand, and the intact wine glass was steadily placed on the counter.
The shopkeeper and his assistant, who were hiding under the counter, heard this and quietly poked their heads out, only to see the young man walk out the door and casually say, "He treated me to the drink, so come to him if you want to pay."
"Master, among all the stories you told, this is the only sentence that makes me start to look forward to it."
Fang Yunhan's voice drifted away outside the door, and soon the sound of horse hooves came and faded away.
The golden monk sat on the ground until the sound of horse hooves could no longer be heard. Then he murmured, "You are not bad either."
