naive rivers and lakes

The so-called martial arts conference is really like a group of koi fighting for food. Bai Jiang Qingge and I stood by the window together. The martial arts conference lasted for three days. We didn’t watch the first day and the second day. We waited until the third day. Bai Jiangqing is still lying on the bamboo chair, which is still covered with a silver fox fur cloak. The chill of autumn has just started, and before it is cold, he is getting sleepier and colder. My senior brother is sitting next to him He was sitting on his chair, and did not watch the excitement in the audience. He was reading a medical book to others, and the audience was bustling with cheers and shouts from the crowd from time to time.

I have no interest in the martial arts conference, but I don't want to look at these two people. After thinking for a while, I still raised the fence. I turned to look at my senior brother and said, "I'll go to Lin Jingshanqiong and ask them to listen to the audience. People's views on martial arts."

Bai Jiangqing raised his eyelids, looked at me, smiled, then moved his eyes to my brother Chu Ge's face, and said: "You should take your brother to see, don't follow me all the time, if the relationship lasts forever How can it be day and night." He said as he pulled the cloak on his body and wrapped himself a little tighter, my brother stood up and watched the fight under the stands, the boring fight between the two young men in brocade clothes, one compared A gorgeous move, it looks good to look at, but it lacks killing intent and is very boring.

"Then you sleep for a while, I'll take this insidious little bastard down to play." He glanced down from the stands, then at me, and said, "Let's go, kid." Before leaving, he looked at Bai Jiangqing with concern. At a glance, I saw someone copying a volume of medical skills, and looked at it lazily. Seeing that my senior brother was worried, he made a gesture to him to hurry up.

My senior brother knocked on the door next door. He looked at Sanqi and told people a few words, just to make people look at his master. If there is anything, don’t let Bai Jiangqing mess around. After all this is done, he can rest assured I climbed over the railing on my own, and landed steadily with my light work. I just went down the stairs, so I didn’t bother to move my feet. Passing his throat to cover his mouth, he covered his left ear in annoyance, and lazily said: "Stop barking."

I went down the stairs in a few steps, and saw the storekeeper carrying Xiaoer away by his collar. The old man lazily said, "Young Master Chu, you'd better not go downstairs like this. If you scare someone, it's nothing to worry about." Good thing." My senior brother said perfunctorily yes—yes—, raised his eyebrows when he saw me, and complained: "You are too slow."

The inn is very big, and the owner of the store is also a person who has seen people from the rivers and lakes fight. He is very calm. Although his hair is gray and white, he is old and strong. Put the big knife on the table, find a soft cushion, and tell Xiao Er: "Wake me up if someone makes trouble, don't disturb the old man to sleep." With a slap on the head, the older man complied.

The old man buried his head on the red soft cushion with a big knife under it, and just fell asleep. The older man yawned lazily, and poured a bowl of tea with a brass teapot with a narrow mouth. He propped his head up and looked at the scene on the stage from a distance.

I followed my senior brother, he was not in a hurry to take me to see the fight on the stage, first took me to find the scene of the mountain Qionglin sitting on a chair, some people on that table were eating melon seeds, some were laughing, We were about ten steps away, and Lin Jing just gave Shan Qiong some sugar. Shan Jin was sitting there, with a pile of melon seed skins in front of him, like a hill. Alright, there is a wine jar in front of that person, he might have drunk a little bit and got a little drunk, after talking about Shan Qiong Lin Jing, he said to Shan Qiong: "The Bai family has come back to heaven, but it is more perfunctory than before. , that third young master Bai didn’t even look at him, Qiong’er, why don’t you talk about him, besides, you are young, you can’t do anything good, but what you want to do is to cut off your sleeves, maybe it’s because you like to be... Ah, let’s not talk about it, it’s better for young people to get married and have children earlier, and you and Lin Jing should also have children earlier.”

I tugged on my senior brother's sleeve, worried that he would do something to that disrespectful old man on impulse, but I didn't expect to hear Shan Qiong's sneer first: "I call you senior Ma, uncle, But Qiong'er is not something that anyone can call casually. Besides, Brother Jiang Qing is not in good health, and the Bai family has been very busy recently. Come on, why do you have to be aggressive? As an old man, this is not good, right? Besides, Senior Ma's mouth should be clean."

Lin Jing put down the chopsticks in his hand, pulled Shan Qiong and said indifferently: "It's better not to interfere in other people's family affairs, and it's okay to interfere.": "Let's go." He said, pulling Lin Jing to leave.

"Wait a minute, what does it look like, have you even forgotten your brother?" Shan Jin smiled, spat out the melon seeds in his mouth, and straightened up to where Chu Ge and I were, lazily said: "Girl, Mr. Chu is right here How about there, why don't you complain about the injustice." He stretched his waist and left the chair.

My senior brother narrowed his eyes and walked over, patted Lin Jing on the shoulder as a thank you, gestured with his fingers to cut his neck, propped up the table with one hand, looked at the senior Ma, and said with a smile, "Who are you? --generation--"

"If I hear you say that again, I'll kill you. Just like this table, Mr. Bai San is Mr. Wen Run, he doesn't care, but Mr. Chu is a real prodigal son." My senior brother left a word and got up and left. The moment his fingers left, the table was torn apart, and the rough porcelain bowls and plates of snacks and food rolled to the ground, crackling, the porcelain was broken, hot water was poured out, and the ground was in a mess.

I sighed, and looking at my senior brother's cold face, I knew he was really angry. The third master Bai doesn't care about the world's opinions. Talking ambiguously, relying on the old to sell the old, I think my brother is in the middle of the night, I am afraid that he wants to find this senior Ma, drag him out and beat him up.

A few of us went to see, and there was only a tall man in coarse clothes left on the stage, holding an ordinary hatchet in his hand. The man's face was very ordinary, and his brows were full of justice. He stood on the stage, His back was as straight as a bamboo, his sonorous voice spread, he stood up and shouted: "Zhan Ma Tang Chaisang, who else wants to challenge?"

"Are there people from Huajing Palace in the audience? My wife died at the hands of Huajing Palace people, and Huajing Palace and I will never die." He shouted, and the people in the audience were also stunned, and suddenly let out a loud shout, A few well-known and decent people on the stage showed a bit of just-right compassion on their faces, just like the Buddha statues made of wood and mud in a Buddhist hall, that kind of kindness and compassion was so fake.

There was still a vacant seat on the stage, it belonged to Bai Jiangqing from the Bai family's return to heaven, and the absence was also the attitude of the Bai family's return to heaven.

The head of the Xiaolang Sect had a sad face, neither sad nor happy. Lian Sheng, who had no compassion on his face, lazily took a sip of wine and continued to look with his head up. The old woman of the Emei Sect next to him frowned. , I couldn't hide the disgust on my face.Monk Liansheng put his head on his arms amidst the voice of exorcising demons and defending Dao shouted from the audience, and was about to fall into a drowsy sleep.

The shouts in the audience became louder and louder. The head of Xiaolang Sect clapped his hands and said coldly, "Is there any challenge?"

The audience was silent, I didn't pay attention to how Chaisang fought, and I didn't like to judge his martial arts, but he has only practiced martial arts for a year, how good is his martial arts?In the silence, I saw a smear of dazzling red in the inn opposite, and that scorching color rushed over, stepping on leaves one after another in the air, my senior brother smiled with his lips curled up, tapped my shoulder, and said in a low voice Sentence: "You can do whatever you want. I won't clean up the mess for you. You have to be able to take care of your own troubles."

I said yes, Lin Jingshanqiong next to him looked at the stage with great interest, Lin Jing put his arms around his shoulders, and said helplessly and dotingly: "You, it's better not to cause trouble."

"Hua Fan, come to ask for advice." The man in red rushed over, holding an umbrella in his right hand, and threw out the long whip in his left hand, aiming at the man's neck, and the half-drunk monk Lian Sheng rushed away in an instant Going out, grabbed the long whip, and sighed softly: "Amitabha."

The moment Hua Fan turned her head away, there was a sharp line from her neck to her chin, Hua Fan gritted her teeth, probably in resentment, and heard the Amitabha curled her lips, revealing a line of white teeth, her eyes were very vivid Yes, burning hatred.

"Did Master Liansheng propose the Demon Slaying Conference?" He asked, I thought Huafan was hating, but the moment he spoke, I felt that it was not just about hating.

"It's me." Lian Sheng said.

"Okay, very good." Hua Fan paused, gritted his teeth, and in an instant, I finally understood what was going on.

Chaisang, who was between Monk Liansheng and Huafan, made a sudden move, and the hatchet in his hand was thrown out fiercely. He was no longer that clumsy farmer, and Huafan let go of the grip in an instant. The whip stood firmly on the hatchet, and the monk Liansheng took a few steps back and shouted at Chaisang: "Benefactor, it is better to spare your life."

But Chaisang couldn't hear people's words at this time, he threw out the hidden weapon from his hand, and he didn't dodge at the leaf that swept past overwhelmingly, and even if he risked his life, he would hurt this person a little bit, I thought it was ridiculous, so I jumped up, Rushing out in a hurry, Lin Jing called out "Bai..." The voice curled away without leaving any traces.

Submerged in the whispering discussions of the children of the rivers and lakes in the audience.

Master Liansheng pulled Chaisang past him and blocked him. He was fast, but the knife in Huafan's hand was even faster, and a short knife flew towards Chaisang.

I threw out the Cicada Wing Knife in my hand, blocked it, changed the trajectory, and the short knife rushed towards Master Liansheng. I retracted the Cicada Wing Knife, grabbed Chaisang by the collar and lifted him up, saying in a low voice : "Xiao Xing doesn't want you to do this." When the person was not standing still, he kicked the person off the stage.

"Master Huafanhua, you still owe your life to my servant." I gritted my teeth and spoke in a soft voice, inserting myself between the two. For the first time, I felt that what my senior brother said was right. Even if I was seeking revenge, I had to pretend dress up.

Even if I repent and stop seeking revenge and want to save people, no one will know who I am.

As a teenager, I still have to face this useless thing.

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I can finally accept the fragmentary foreshadowing in front of me orz, after a few days, I can code words~