Chapter 8 About the Honorable Tradition of Black Fist

With this sound, the entrance to the royal courtyard quieted down. Although the state of Qing has been a long time, the northern frontier is only some small fights, but after all, only a few decades of statehood, so the people still martial arts pugilistic atmosphere still exists, Ye Ling’er as a child of the family of martial arts generals, the side of the waist don’t have a small machete is also normal. Just …… throw this knife to Fan Xian feet in front of quite abnormal.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, knowing that this was an invitation to a duel, similar to the world he once lived in, where European nobles loved to play the pie of throwing gloves at each other’s faces when they dueled. He scratched his square face, feeling a little itchy, and thought with amusement that if the rule of dueling in Qing was to throw knives at each other’s faces, I’m afraid that every duel would be held successfully.

All the people looked at Fan Xian, and Ruo Ruo nervously pulled on Fan Xian’s sleeve. Don’t look at Ye Ling’er’s thin waist and watery spirit, but her family’s schooling was well established, and she was an authentic seventh grade master, so there was no dude in Kyoto who dared to mess with her. But since the other party had thrown out his sword and issued a challenge, Fan Xian, as a man, would look timid if he did not respond to the battle, and was afraid that he would not be able to hold his head up in Kyoto.

Seeing the two noblemen arguing, the guards at the entrance of the courtyard watched with their eyes and noses, pretending not to have heard, and naturally, no such ungrateful person would go and tell the princess in the courtyard that “your best friend and the man you’re going to marry are going to fight.” –who would be so stupid.

“Since you claim to be good at literature and martial arts, I’m not as good as you at poetry, but I also want to see on Wan’er’s behalf whether you have the skills to protect her or not.” Strangely enough, since she threw down her belt knife, Ye Ling’er’s entire state had undergone a marvelous change, calming down, her eyes as beautiful and serene as jasper were full of self-confidence, and her small and weak body seemed to be harboring an extremely grand power, which was about to be unleashed on Fan Xian’s body.

Fan Xian’s heart was flabbergasted, realizing that this girl was a strong person with a deep hidden talent, but on his face, he smiled slightly, waved his hand around, and said three words that no one on the spot had expected.

“I refuse.”

Refusing a duel? This was already an extremely rare thing, and refusing a woman’s invitation to a duel would only make it even more difficult for Fan Xian to raise his head. The crowd did not understand why Fan Xian had made such a jaw-dropping choice.

Fan Xian explained sincerely, “Although Miss Ye dislikes me, she is after all a close friend of Wan’er, so how could I bear to step in?” Not waiting for the crowd to applaud, he added with a smile, “What’s more, I’m not willing to hit a woman when it’s not necessary.”

The carriage has long been here, just looking at this side of the situation is tense, so parked outside, Wang Qinian saw with the adults against is Ye Ling’er, can only dry anxious, never dare to use the identity of the Supervisory Yuan to pressure each other.

After saying these words, Fan Xian took his sister’s hand again and demonstrated towards the carriage.

A clear sound was sent out angrily! Ye Ling’er finally could no longer endure the countless sentences of Fan Xian’s continued vitriolic verbal assaults, and exploded at this jab, and with an imaginary figure, her entire body had rushed behind Fan Xian, punching straight at him! — It was a good thing that she still had some martial arts legacy after all, and had already sounded a warning before moving.

Feeling the violent wind behind him, Fan Xian gave an extremely skillful push with his right hand, leading his sister to the side a bit, and immediately turned around.

Then he saw a fist that was rushing straight at his face!

This fist was very small, very pretty, with fair skin, one could even make out the faintly visible pale green veins on it, and only the thumb was exposed after it was clenched into a fist, and it was coated with pink kohl color.

To be able to see so much detail in such a short period of time. This only proved two things: one, Fan Xian was an amorous and lustful person at heart; and two, although Ye Ling’er’s strikes were violent and fast, they were still far, far slower than the godly stick on the cliffs of Tanyu.

His toes moved an inch on the ground, but his entire body was strangely fast and incomparably deflected to the left, allowing that Knightly Killing Fist to fall completely short and graze past his cheek.

With a buzzing sound, the fist fell short of the target, but it still made a shocking wind sound, and the hair on Fan Xian’s cheeks fluttered up. At this moment, his right hand had already lifted up without him realizing it, his index finger slightly flexing, and in a flash of lightning, he flicked it on top of Ye Ling’er’s pulse!

This move even the Vice Commander of the Great Inner Guards, Gong Dian, could not avoid it even if he was caught off guard, not to mention Ye Ling’er, only to hear her let out a soft grunt, and her tightly clenched fists had already dispersed, right next to Fan Xian’s cheeks. However, Fan Xian was too late to be happy, his eyes narrowed, strangely incomparable, he took three steps backward and extended his palm in the air and slapped it three times.

“Snap! Snap! Snap!” Three crunching sounds rang out at his side!

It turned out that when Ye Ling’er’s fist scattered, her five fingers blossomed like peach branches on a spring day, and each of them was like a Mori Ran branch, striking at his solar plexus, and Fan Xian dodged all by instinctive reaction, printing three palms and blocking the five lines of energy that broke through the air.

“Ye family scattered hands!” The crowd of onlookers exclaimed in shock, the great master of the Qing Kingdom, Ye Liuyun, was Ye Ling’er’s uncle, and it was not expected that this young lady had actually received the true transmission of Ye Liuyun.

Before the gasps stopped, Fan Xian calmly stepped forward and punched Ye Ling’er’s palm!

After a muffled sound, no matter if Ye Ling’er’s fingers were peach branches or whatever, they were all broken apart, and the overbearing true qi contained in his palm unceremoniously disintegrated his opponent’s scattered hands! Ye Ling’er floated backward half a zhang, gripping her wrist in pain and looking at Fan Xian in surprise. She had never imagined that the true qi in Fan Xian’s body would be so strange that after the palm touch, it actually invaded upwards along her meridians, and the pain caused her mind to scatter, and she immediately lost the intention of dispersing her hand.

“You’re no match for me.” Fan Xian still smiled as he stimulated his opponent with his words.

Ye Ling’er clenched her teeth and rushed up again, this time with an even fiercer momentum than before, her five fingers together as a sword, slashing down horizontally, her palm blade breaking the wind, actually whistling. She is a woman, her innate true qi is not as abundant as an adult man, so when Ye Liuyun passed on her scattered hands, he used some thoughts, when he met an expert whose true qi was better than his own, he would join his fingers together as a palm, and transformed his scattered hands into a withered twig of meaning, and then turned it into the strength of a severe killing and chopping of wood.

Fan Xian’s heart was in awe, but his body didn’t sway from the downward slashing palm winds, he just made a sharp mistake with his feet, relying on the escape skills he had practiced on the cliffs of Tanyu State, he was able to brush past each of Ye Ling’er’s vertical palms in a wonderful or rather dangerous way.

Ye Ling’er’s palm winds became more and more intense, and the people watching the battle from all around vaguely felt that there seemed to be a chilly wind blowing all around the field.

It was like there were countless knives flying around Fan Xian, he vaguely felt a hint of danger, he stifled a grunt, his body’s overbearing true qi covered his entire body, his heel gave a heavy thump on the ground, forcibly stopping his tendency to fall back, and with a force in his waist and abdomen, his entire body was like he was being punched from the back, and he fiercely flicked forward and fell backward, from retreating to advancing, and actually, he was all but uninterrupted!

The palm wind disappeared, and so did Fan Xian.

In the next moment, the people watching the battle had their mouths wide open.

Fan Xian disappeared into Ye Ling’er’s arms, his two hands strangling her armpits like iron pincers, holding her two terrifying palms up to rest on his shoulders – to be more precise, he grabbed Ye Ling’er’s two palms before they came down, and held his opponent’s vitals with a stance similar to that of a hug.

This trick of Fan Xian’s seemed rogue, but in reality, to find the only way to get close to her in the midst of the sky’s palm winds, and such a way was only a tiny space of fleeting moments, his speed and vision had reached a terrifying point – of course, this was all because of what Master Five Bamboos had taught him.

Ye Ling’er suddenly realized that the other party had fallen towards her like a ghost, and then was hugging herself, and frowned. She also knew clearly that the other party could approach her body, must have what kind of gaze means, so her heart was greatly shocked, shocked but not chaotic, double palms momentum stops, but the whole person is up in the air!

Without any warning, she stomped her foot towards Fan Xian’s embryonic bone, if this foot was solid, I’m afraid that Fan Xian would fall on top of her in pain, but she couldn’t care less about this at this time.

At this exact moment, Fan Xian let go of his hands, allowing her unfulfilled palm to fall freely!

The human body was so oddly constructed that if your palms slashed downward, it would be especially awkward and difficult for the foot below to kick upward. And what Fan Xian needed was a moment of discomfort from the other party, taking advantage of this brief moment, he had long since charged straight over with a fist!

This was the third punch that Fan Xian had thrown in Kyoto besides the Ox Stop Street Murder. Each of his punches had broken a person’s nose, and today was no exception.

There was a soft pop, and a gaudy splash of blood floated by, floating with an extremely Roman feel to it.

Ye Ling’er crouched down with her nose covered, there was blood between her fingers, and a moment later, she began to wail in pain. Fan Xian was puzzled, thinking that if you want to fight, we will accompany you to fight, which has lost the reason to cry?

The servants and maids of the Ye Mansion had already surrounded her, but they did not swarm around her as a rule, so it seemed that it was common for Ye family ladies to duel with others, but there were still many pairs of eyes staring at Fan Xian fiercely. Fan Xian extremely dashing a duster of long shirt, nothing to worry about, but the distant watching royal guards lowered their voices and sighed softly: “Miss Ye’s family schooling, did not expect to still receive the surname Fan’s black fist.”

Looking at the crouching and crying Miss Ye, Fan Xian remembered that the other party was actually just a fifteen year old girl. However, he didn’t feel guilty, not hitting a woman didn’t mean he was willing to be hit by a woman. When his own old mother first entered Kyoto, she had beaten this woman’s father in front of him, the current Kyoto guard Ye Da Ren, into a pig’s head, and his own Uncle Five Bamboo, too, had once fought with Ye Liuyun under the roots of the Imperial City, making this great master of the Kingdom of Qing go into seclusion for several months, giving up his sword to take the loose hand.

By punching Ye Ling’er himself, he had also continued this honorable tradition.