Chapter 61: Twin Chopsticks

  "What nonsense!" Gong Sun Wenda slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacups to jump up. The old man pointed at Gong Sun Helan's nose and scolded loudly: "What's wrong with being a farmer? Didn't our ancestors also come from the fields? Do you now look down on your own ancestors?"

  "Father!" Gong Sun He Lan closed his folding fan, stood up and retorted: "How can you compare him to our ancestors?! Although our ancestors worked in the fields, they were once leaders of a country. How can he, a small commoner, be compared to them?"

  "How do you know that one virtuous nephew is just an ordinary farmer? The ancestors of the Liu family also served as a general under General Yang Su, and in terms of background, the Liu family is not inferior to my ancestor's family! " Gong Sun Wenda also stood up and said: "Moreover, in terms of literary talent and martial arts, one virtuous nephew is not necessarily worse than you, this rebellious son!"

  It seems that this old man is also quite familiar with the origins of the Yang and Liu families. Liu Yitiao glanced at Yang Bo Fang, only to see him sitting there sipping tea, completely unfazed by the argument between Gong Sun's father and son. Apparently, he was already used to such things.

  "Oh?" Gong Sun Helan's face was full of disbelief, he pointed at Liu Yitiao with his folded fan and said: "If that's the case, does he dare to compete with me?!"

  Bodhisattva still has three parts of fire, let alone Liu Yitiao is not the kind of person who likes to be bullied. When someone points at his nose and shouts, Liu Yitiao's temper flares up immediately, and he no longer cares about etiquette. He stands up and makes a bow to Gong Sunhe Lan, saying: "Brother He Lan wants to compare what, just draw it down, one stroke after another!" I don't believe it, I'm a person who has traveled through time, how can I not be better than you, an ancient man?

  "Good!" Gong Sun He Lan saw Liu Yi Tiao respond quickly, so he put away his folding fan and said: "I won't bully you either, let's not play with poetry. Since your ancestor was also a military general, I suppose you've learned some skills too. How about we have a martial arts duel?"

  "Martial arts duel?" Yang Bo Fang put down his tea bowl, he knew the situation of the Liu family very well. Back then, Liu Ming Zong had passed away too early and didn't have time to pass on the family's martial arts. If it was a martial arts duel, how could Liu Yi Tiao be a match for Gong Sun He Lan, who was known as the martial arts genius of the Gong Sun family?

  Yang Bo Fang was about to speak out to stop him, but was interrupted by Liu Yi Tiao's words: "Good! If you want to fight, then let's fight, I, Liu, accept the challenge! Does Mr. Gong Sun plan to use weapons or go bare-handed?"

  "What's the point of going bare-handed, if you want to compete with me naturally, then you should use a weapon." Gong Sun He Lan lightly shook his folding fan, with a relaxed and self-satisfied expression on his face. He didn't take Liu Yitiao seriously at all.

  "Alright! You choose the time and place, Liu Mou agreed." Liu Yi Tiao answered without any hesitation. A young master like Gong Sun He Lan should be taught a lesson. So that he won't look down on others in the future.

  Gongsun Wenda did not object, and the corner of his mouth even secretly revealed a hint of a smile. This situation was exactly what he wanted to see. He had seen Liu Yitiao's literary talent last night, and now he also wanted to see how Liu Yitiao's martial arts were? If he could take the opportunity to teach this stinky little boy a lesson, that would be even better.

  "Is this a joke?" Yang Bofang stood up, he wanted to know if Liu Yitiao was pretending to be brave just for the sake of face.

  If that's the case, then his outcome will be very tragic. Although Gong Sun Helan is dressed as a scholar and likes to follow the elegant style, he is not weak in martial arts at all. He is also ruthless when it comes to fighting. If Liu Yitiao can't defeat him, he might have to spend ten days or half a month in bed later on.

  Liu Yitiao rushed to Yang Bofang and comforted him with a smile, saying: "Uncle Yang, rest assured, I will be careful when I take action and won't let He Lan become like Wang Shuai."

  "King Shuai?!" Yang Bofang suddenly remembered the young man who was punched by Liu Yitiao at Cai Sheng and became disabled, one punch injured three meridians, just dying but also unable to be cured. How did he not think of it before, how could someone who can punch like that possibly not have any martial arts skills?

  Yang Bofang finally put his mind at ease, smiled and nodded before falling silent.

  "Good! You're a real man! Just for this, I take back my previous impression of you." Gong Sun Helan held up her folding fan and made a inviting gesture to Liu Yitiao, saying: "There's a martial arts hall in the backyard, with all kinds of weapons available. Brother Yitiao, please!"

  "Brother Gong Sun, please!" Seeing Gong Sun He Lan like this, the fire in Liu Yitiao's heart decreased a lot. From this point of view, this folding fan boy is not entirely useless.

  Gongsun He Lan, Liu Yi Tiao the two young ones walked in front, Gongsun Wen Da, Yang Bo Fang the two old ones followed behind. The four people arrived together at the martial arts hall in the backyard.

  After entering the martial arts hall, Gong Sunhelan took off his outer coat and revealed a set of sturdy clothes. The short collar was neat and tidy, and he looked quite dashing. After adjusting his attire, he first selected a golden dragon spear from the weapon rack, swung it twice, and then gestured to Liu Yitiao to choose a suitable weapon as well.

  Liu Yitiao took a glance at the weapon rack, and indeed, the weapons here were quite comprehensive. Swords, guns, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and eighteen types of weapons were almost all present. It was truly worthy of being a military general's family that had risen to prominence through martial prowess.

  It's just that there doesn't seem to be a nunchaku-like bizarre weapon here.

  No choice, Liu Yitiao, who only knew how to wield nunchucks, had to make one himself. He apologized to Gong Sun Helan and took down a small dragon-headed staff about one meter long from the weapon rack, weighing less than five kilograms, made of fine wood. Enough to make a standard 72CM two-section staff.

  He drew his sword, cut the stick, and asked Gong Sun Wenda for a piece of rope. In less than five minutes, Liu Yitiao had made a simple nunchaku. Holding it in his hand, he swung it casually twice, then stood in the center of the martial arts hall, assuming the classic Night Battle Eight Trigrams Stance. He beckoned to Gong Sun Wenda with his finger and said, "Gong Sun brother, please!"

  Gongsun He Lan leaned his Dragon Head Cudgel against the ground, looking at Liu Yitiao's two wooden sticks with disdain. "Brother Yitiao, you're going to use these things to fight me? Haha, aren't you suffering from a bout of madness? I advise you, go exchange them for something practical. Otherwise, you'll be beaten to the point where you can't get up."

  Liu Yitiao stood steadily, calm and peaceful, and smiled faintly at Gong Sunhe: "Thanks for the reminder, brother Gong Sun, but I'm most used to this kind of weapon. Just come on, brother Gong Sun."

  "Alright! In that case, I won't be polite!" As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Sun He Lan raised his spear and made a direct thrust.

  A perfect thrust, nimble and swift, like a proud dragon, like a flash of lightning. At first glance, it's clear that this is the result of thousands of times of uninterrupted refinement and practice.

  Liu Yitiao Jing watched as the golden gun tip rapidly approached him, his body swiftly turning, and a "Da! Da!" sound escaping from his mouth. The double-headed staff flew out in response, its head striking the approaching gun tip with precision.