This Northern Song Dynasty is a bit weird

Chapter 48 Still let him pretend

The time has been recalled to half a day ago, Zhan Zhao has been conducting a search in Hangzhou for three days, but he has not found any clues for a long time.

Whether it was the masked master in black who assassinated Sima Guang and then was stabbed by him, or the masked strongmen who attacked the official warehouse, they all disappeared without a trace.

As if the shrimp had entered the sea, there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

On the contrary, because of the three-day search, he and a few Jianghu people had many minor conflicts.

Then the news of the theft of 'Caitou' spread wildly in Hangzhou, and people in all corners of the world were surprised and gloated.

They were overjoyed to see the government humiliated.

And Nanxia Zhanzhao was also embarrassed. Obviously, such a master as him, the government has not been played by us reckless people a few times!

Among them, the most cheerful one is Wushu.

When they openly appeared on the street, they looked at Zhan Zhao with a grin and mockery.

It's just that Zhan Zhao had no choice but to pretend he didn't see them and walked by.

When publicizing the Wulin League Leader Election Conference, the government made a promise that people from all corners of the world who are willing to participate in the Wulin Conference, even if they have had bad deeds in the past, as long as they come to participate in the conference, everything will be gone. , and add another level of sin.

To put it simply, it is the martial arts version of the world of amnesty.

Wushu seems to have done nothing bad these days, Zhan Zhao has no choice but to ignore them.

In addition, it is widely circulated in the rivers and lakes, saying that if the government loses the Qixing Longyuan Sword, it can only use money and silver.

But knights, they always consider themselves to be light on money and silk. If they really put some gold and silver in the Wulin League Leaders Conference, then even if they elected the leader of the Wulin League Leaders, it would be a failure in their eyes. Unqualified, it feels more like taking money from the court and then being recruited.

If the sword was given, that was another matter, at least justifiably.

These news, when Lu Sen was visiting the brothel and eating in the tavern, he listened to the discussions of the surrounding Jianghu people, and his ears were almost cocooned.

"It seems that the government did not do well this time." Hei Zhu whispered softly.

"Obviously someone is secretly engaging in public opinion, with a rhythm." Lu Sen shook his head helplessly.

In fact, those people in the arena who cut people off at the first word of disagreement don't think so much.Whether it is a sword or money, as long as it is profitable, they are willing to do things.

However, some people deliberately draw their attention to 'cai and silk as a lottery head does not conform to the identity of Jianghu people', 'the government does not understand the minds of our Jianghu people' and so on to create opposing emotions between the two sides, and deliberately form a conflicting position, it is very interesting.

"This technique is very skilled, so it's not really the general's trick." Lu Sen felt that things were a little weird.

Normally, ordinary Jianghu people can't think of it so deep, and those who understand the battle of public opinion are generally from aristocratic families.

Now is the era of scholar-official and official family sharing the world, scholar-official from aristocratic families will not rebel against themselves, so the possibility that the family of military generals is in trouble seems to be very high.

After eating, Lu Sen planned to take a nap in the hut, but found Zhan Zhao standing at the door waiting.

The two clasped their fists and saluted each other. Lu Sen invited Zhan Zhao into the house. After sitting down, he asked, "Zhan Zhao, you are a busy person, why do you have time to come to me now?"

Zhan Zhao smiled bitterly: "The prize of the martial arts conference was robbed. You should know about this Lu Xiaolang."

"There are rumors everywhere, of course I heard it."

While Lu Sen was talking, Hei Zhu brought a glass of honey water to both of them.

After thanking him, Zhan Zhao continued: "Zhan knows that Lu Xiaolang has great supernatural powers, can you give me some treasures related to people in the arena, at least so that this martial arts conference can be held as scheduled."

"Actually, you don't need to pay attention to those public opinions. If you care too much, you will be led by the nose." Lu Sen took a sip of honey.

Zhan Zhao nodded in agreement: "Sima Zhongcheng also said the same thing, but this is the first time the imperial court has held such a grand event, and it took a lot of thought. I just wanted to recruit martial artists like me and set a rule for them. With the rules, they will not kill people at will in the future, and the common people will naturally have a better life. If not, the court and the Jianghu people will hate each other and kill each other.

When he said this, Zhan Zhao's expression was very indifferent, there was no enthusiasm, no righteous indignation, just a natural expression throughout the whole process.

Because he really thinks so.

On the contrary, the kind of people who usually speak with enthusiasm and justice, if they are not acting, they will be enthusiastic for 3 minutes.

Only by integrating a concept into one's bones and saying such righteous and stern words can the situation be light.

Before Lu Sen could speak, Zhan Zhao took out a booklet from his clothes. The cover was very fresh and had a faint smell of inkstone.

"This is the essence of Zhanjia's inner qi operation, which is given to Lu Xiaolang."

Having said that, Zhan Zhao pushed the booklet in front of Lu Sen.

"Family martial arts are generally not passed down." Lu Sen remembered that when he asked Zhan Zhao about this issue last time, Zhan Zhao said something similar: "I guess you should have swore a poisonous oath in front of your ancestors. ."

Zhan Zhao clasped his fists with both hands, and said solemnly, "My father once taught Zhan to do things worthy of his conscience. I don't think he will blame me if he knows the reason."

Lu Sen chuckled, took out a bottle of honey from the system backpack, and said, "As a friend, as long as you speak, how could I not give it to you. I want you to take it back. There is only one condition, you can't Tell me about being the provider, at least not when I was in Hangzhou."

There are a large number of Jianghu people here. They have the habit of stealing treasures. Knowing that Lu Sen can come up with such a miraculous elixir, it is strange that these people do not want to kidnap Lu Sen.

One or two is fine, but near the martial arts conference, there are surprisingly many people in the rivers and lakes.

Two fists are invincible to four hands!
Seeing this bottle of honey, Zhan Zhao heaved a sigh of relief and nodded to agree to Lu Sen's conditions.

When Cao Yu was cured, he watched from the side. Even the bloody and bloody condition on his neck could be healed in just a few tens of seconds. In his opinion, this bottle of honey was an elixir, a magic medicine.

"Thank you Lu Xiaolang." Zhan Zhao stood up, clasped his fists in a salute, and his face was full of gratitude: "Zhan knows that a copy of the essence is not worth this bottle of magic medicine. In the future, whenever Lu Xiaolang is sent, Zhan will never refuse. ."

After speaking, Zhan Zhao picked up the honey bottle, carefully placed it in his clothes, and turned to leave.

"Your booklet, take it."

Zhan Zhao turned back and smiled a little mischievously: "What booklet, I don't know."

Then the figure disappeared outside the house.

Helpless, Lu Sen picked up the booklet on the table and glanced at it. The words in it were also newly written, and each page had a simple diagram of the meridians of the human body. It could be seen that Zhan Zhao must have put a lot of thought into writing this stuff. of.

Lu Sen turned the pages, his mind sank, the time passed quickly, and it was night in a blink of an eye.

Because I am too lazy to put out 'torches' and I don't want to light candles, the candles bought on the market are all beeswax, which is still very expensive.

Lu Sen vaguely remembered that there were two wealthy households in the Northern Song Dynasty who had more money than the other. The method was to see who had more beeswax at night.

After Lu Sen slept until dawn, he took Hei Zhu outside to eat a bowl of wontons, and then walked slowly towards Wulin Mountain.

Even from a long distance, you can see the temporary high platform, surrounded by pieces of red cloth, with four big characters 'Wulin Conference' rusted in the distance.

Lu Sen was walking on the road, and many people from the rivers and lakes walked by quickly, all flocking to the high platform.

Among them, there are no ordinary people like Lu Sen who just go to the theater.

Before arriving at the venue of the martial arts conference, the outer layer was surrounded by a circle of temporary wooden walls, and there were more than a dozen arresters holding knives at the entrance to maintain law and order.

People from the rivers and lakes entered through the main entrance, and the people watching the theater walked through the side entrance.

There are still people charging fees at the side door... Each person has to pay three copper coins to enter.

After entering, there is a staircase, you can go up to the high viewing platform.

After Lu Sen brought Heizhu to the high platform, he looked around and found that the high platform was divided into five levels, and the entire venue was more like a school ground... It's not right to say that, it's a bit like an open-air opera house.

kind of big.

Lu Sen came to the front and sat down.

At the lower part of the front, a large number of people from the rivers and lakes squeezed into one piece, and then wrapped it into a U shape, looking at the competition platform in the east.

Behind the competition platform, there is a high platform, which is heavily guarded by soldiers. Sima Guang sat on it and looked down at the crowded heads below. After a while, he said to the surrounding: "This scene reminds me of the time when I was on the school grounds. Soldier's day."

The local officials who came around were naturally flattering.

It's just that the literati at this time are still a bit arrogant, and their flattery is more euphemistic and not explicit.

After a short meeting, an official next to him bent over and said, "Zhongcheng, the auspicious time has come!"

"Then beat the drum." Sima Guang took a sip of the tea on the small table in his right hand: "It's up to Zhan Cao Tou."

Although Sima Guang will preside over the martial arts election this time, he will not stand up to speak.

What is his identity, what is the identity of Jianghu people!
He can come here to sit and watch the competition, and it is already the court that has released great goodwill to the entire river and lake.

The pinnacle of a martial artist in the arena is nothing more than being the champion of martial arts, going to the border to kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds, and finally becoming a general, but the general has no status in front of the civil servants.

As the drums sounded, Zhan Zhao, dressed in a red official uniform, stood on the temporary competition platform.

There are at least 2000 people crowded together in a crowd, and when there are too many people, they will be noisy.

After Zhan Zhao appeared, the noise stopped for a while, and then it got louder.

Zhan Zhao didn't speak, just quietly and slowly looking around at all the people below the competition stage with a serious expression.

Gradually, the noise subsided.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Before Zhan Zhao was with Bao Zheng, he was already a Nan Xia.

But not many people recognize his title, and not many are willing to make him second among young masters.

After following Bao Zheng, the name really belongs to him.

A single person, a sword, and the arrest of the people in the capital to suppress the entire capital is a feat in itself.

Anyone with a little knowledge will be convinced.

Seeing that Zhan Zhao's expression was wrong, no reasonable person would want to be targeted by him just because of this trivial matter.

Whoever of Jianghu people has no criminal record, really annoyed Zhan Zhao, and issued a hunting order in the name of righteousness, simply asking for trouble.

Seeing that the voice had subsided, Zhan Zhao clasped his fists with both hands, and said with inner strength, "Thank you for participating in this Wulin Alliance Leaders Conference. On the high platform behind Zhan Mou is Sima Zhongcheng, a high-ranking official in the DPRK. If he can come, it means that the imperial court is right Those of us who are bitter in the rivers and lakes value it very much..."

Next, Zhan Zhao just said some good things about the court, and also talked about the rules and precautions of the martial arts competition, as well as the official positions and benefits that a martial arts leader should have.

At this point, Zhan Zhao is about to invite each faction to draw lots to decide the order of opponents.

But at this moment, someone in the crowd shouted: "Stinky... Zhan Zhao, we heard that you swallowed the prize of the competition, is that right?"

Who would take the initiative to provoke Zhan Zhao at this time?

People from all corners of the world looked at this young man in white who also used his inner strength to speak. Seeing that he was beautiful and handsome, and had a feminine charm, they knew that this person was the famous Jin Mao Rat Bai Yutang.

Then everyone was in a trance and realized that it was a matter of course.

A cat and a mouse, can't they be opposites?

When someone starts, others will follow suit, not too big of a deal.

I don't know if there are rhythmic and malicious people mixed in. Anyway, there are more than 2000 Jianghu people who are already noisy, and they seem to be filled with righteous indignation. Looking at them, it seems that Zhan Zhao has swallowed the sword .

He also called for Zhan Zhao to give them an explanation.

"quiet!"

A roar full of inner strength came from Zhan Zhao's mouth.

Below the competition platform, many Jianghu people with average strength were stunned by the roar, but at least [-]% of the people were not affected.

But at least the scene is quiet.

"It's just a sword, what's so great. There are so many treasures in the palace, and now it's just a change of color." Zhan Zhao explained.

"Simply put, if you have the ability, you can show us the color head." Jin Maoshu held his sword and hugged his chest with an arrogant expression.

On the side, the other four rats are also supporting the Jin Mao rat.

Zhan Zhao laughed and looked very happy.

Jin Maoshu groaned in his heart. He knew Zhan Zhao's temperament very well. If he was not in a state of full confidence, Zhan Zhao would not show such a smile.

At this moment, Zhan Zhao turned around and walked to the red ceremony table in the center of the competition platform. From a very delicate red box, he took out honey in crystal glass.

He took the honey and walked around and said, "This is the elixir that was urgently sent from the palace. It has the effect of healing bones, detoxifying all poisons, and even clearing the body's hidden diseases and clearing the blocked meridians. It is rare in thousands of years. one sight."

More than 2000 people in the world are skeptical. If it is such a good thing, the palace will send it out?
Bai Yutang shouted from below: "Who can't speak big words, and there is no basis for speaking, how do you prove it?"

exactly!
People from the rivers and lakes raised their hands and shouted together.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey, Zhan will prove it to you."

As he said this, the people in the arena fell silent.

Especially Bai Yutang, her pretty face was almost so gloomy that it turned into black charcoal.

He had a feeling that Zhan Zhao was about to be in the limelight, and he was the least likely to see Zhan Zhao in the limelight.

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhan Zhao first picked up the small cup he had prepared earlier, the very small one, opened the honey bottle, and poured it into it.

Then he faced the people in the rivers and lakes, took out the standard saber from his waist, pressed it on the palm of his left hand, and then pulled it hard.

Bloodstains appeared on the blade.

Zhan Zhao dropped his saber, raised his left hand, walked to the left corner of the stage, and then slowly walked to the right.

On the palm of his left palm, there is a deep visible bone, a neat knife wound across the palm.

The flesh and blood rolled, and the blood flowed, but Zhan Zhao didn't even frown.

Wherever he walked, a little bit of blood dripped.

Jianghu people have excellent eyesight, and almost everyone saw the knife wound in his palm.

It's true, it's not fake.

Even some of the people who were close to the competition stage stepped forward, picked up a blood bead or two that had fallen on the stage with their fingers, and put them into their mouths.

"Wen, it's real blood."

Because he walked slowly, from left to right, it took Zhan Zhao nearly half a column of incense. Until now, his wounds were still dripping blood.

Then he put down his hands, returned to the center of the competition platform, and said with a smile, "I think all my friends have seen the wound on Zhan's hand. Under normal circumstances, such wounds are sewn up by famous doctors, using top-grade gold wound medicine, and also It will take a month to grow well.”

Everyone here is from Jianghu, and they all know that Zhan Zhao is telling the truth.

"And next, it's what Zhanmou wants to show you."

He turned around, picked up the small cup with a small amount of honey, walked to the edge of the competition stage, raised his left hand again, and let everyone see the terrifying knife wound in his hand again.

In the eyes of everyone who was half puzzled and half expectant, Zhan Zhao drank the honey in the cup in one gulp.

At first, Jianghu people were a little puzzled, shouldn't it be used to apply to the wound?
But after three breaths or so, everyone's eyes widened.

Some people even rubbed their eyes in disbelief, thinking that they had been caught in the legendary illusion.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the scar on Zhan Zhao's left hand healed at a fairly fast speed.

In less than 20 seconds, the wound on his left hand disappeared, and he had fair skin.

Zhan Zhao gently twisted his left hand, and then shook off the blood stains on his left hand.

Seeing this, no matter how calm the rivers and lakes are, and the martial arts famous with self-cultivation tolerance, they can't hold back.

Many masters crowded to the front desk, including Ouyang Chun, the leader of the world's No. [-] gang with blue eyes and purple beard.

He clasped his fists with both hands, stared at Zhan Zhao, and asked, "Zhan Cao Tou, I want to ask, does this medicine have a name?"

"Jade bee jelly!"

All Jianghu people instantly remembered this name.

Then Ouyang Chun asked again, "Can it cure the disease of inborn meridians?"

"Zhan can't guarantee it, but this magic medicine can cure all diseases and detoxify all kinds of poisons. Brother Ouyang, you can win it back and try it." Zhan Zhao smiled.

"Thank you for clarifying the confusion!" Ouyang Chun clasped his fists again and returned to the crowd.

Zhan Zhao looked around and saw that the hot gazes of the people in the arena were over him. Looking at the prize stage behind him, he smiled and said, "Now we can start the lottery, please send experts from each school to the stage to draw their own competition. Fight number."

Soon, a group of people jumped on the stage.

Bai Yutang stood below, looking at Zhan Zhao who was in high spirits on the stage, his handsome face became more and more unhappy.

　ps: there is another chapter in the afternoon

　　
　
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