beg for chivalry

In the early morning of the next day, the sun rises in the east, the morning light reflects the ten thousand tiles, and the evening fog sees double eaves.After the sound change, Wenjiang Township gradually became hustle and bustle.

After Chen Shi, I saw dust flying in the distance, horses' hoofs galloping, a group of people and horses stepped into this place in a hurry, and the chickens and dogs beside the road ran away in shock.The visitors were dressed in official uniforms, and all of them were stern and restrained. The most eye-catching one was the leader, a young man in Zhu Luosang.

But he saw that this man was standing upright on the saddle with his right hand behind his back, with only one hand holding the rein.The horse's back was bumpy, and it was difficult for ordinary people to sit still, but he didn't move at all, which obviously had a good kung fu foundation.

When the group stopped in front of the martial arts hall, the young man kicked his legs off the horse, pulled his loose Luo Changyi and said with a frown. "What is this place?"

"Return...Return to my lord, this is the martial arts gym in our village."

Standing by the side of the road was an old man shaking like a sieve of chaff, he hurriedly grinned and answered tremblingly with his loose yellow teeth.This old man is the only permanent master in the martial arts gym. He usually teaches a few slow kicks. No one knows his last name. He is too old to forget his name, so he is often called "Old Yellow Tooth" by children playing around. ".

The young man glanced sideways at Old Yellow Fang and the timid children behind him, and snorted. "Martial arts? Just this dilapidated place?"

Looking up, dust and dust are flying, and looking down, there are cracks all over the slate.The martial arts gym in this village was originally a temple with no incense, and the floor tiles were bald in the east and few in the west, like a mouthful of pitted and sporadic teeth.The vermilion paint on the doorpost has been peeled off, leaving only a plaque covered in nets and dust.

Old Huangya felt shabby, but he had no choice but to smile at the young martial artist, but the children were not happy about it.The leading child king fought for the way. "Where do you say it's dilapidated! See if Old Yellow Fang doesn't teach you a lesson!"

"He can hold the palm of the wind in nine ways, and he can beat Wu Wugong, the leader of the martial arts alliance, to the ground! He, he will tear you in half!"

Seeing those children yelling at the young martial artist with red faces and slurred speech, Old Yellow Fang hurriedly covered their mouths.In order to let this group of monkey boys practice martial arts obediently, in the past, he always made up some nonsense stories to slander them, such as fighting with the leader of the martial arts, discussing fists and kicks with the northern sect and the southern sect. Be a hero who retreats into the arena.

The young martial artist snorted again, stretched out his hand and twitched his back like lightning.There was only a crisp sound, and the plaque split in two and fell straight in front of him.

Taking a closer look, he was holding an iron handle in his hand, and just now he chopped off the plaque above his head with lightning speed!

After the children all turned pale and stopped talking, the young man spoke unhurriedly.

"Wu Wugong, the leader of the martial arts alliance - is really not worth mentioning."

The faces of the accompanying military officers all changed, but when they thought about who this young man was, they all turned pale and closed their mouths.The young martial artist raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"However, how about my family's immortal skills, and it's your turn to be judged by you young brats?"

"Lord Wu, this..."

Old Huangya stammered and wanted to smooth things over, but he stared back at him with a sharp hawk-like look.

It turned out that this young man was Wu Wugong's son Wu Litian, and because he didn't want to live in the name of the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance, he went to the court to seek an official position.But because of his arrogant nature, he looked down on the greedy wind in the temple, so he believed in the horse and played around.

He was passing through Jiading, he wanted to find local celebrities and experts to compete with, but seeing the dilapidated martial arts hall here, he was naturally very disappointed and angry.

Wu Litian stepped on the split plaque, lifted Zhu Luoshang from his shoulders, and gestured impatiently to the children. "This place is useless. Hey, where else can you practice martial arts?"

The children all huddled together, only the child king whispered.

"...Jin, Young Master Jin's house."

The young martial artist looked around, but he saw gorgeous stone carvings and colorful paintings not far away, and the lanterns of the Jin Mansion hung outside in style.

When Wu Litian was in Beijing, he despised the losers the most, so he sneered immediately, and waved to Lao Huangya and the children.

"Come here, let me show you your kung fu. Today I'm going to test how many 'heroes' there are in your village!"

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Wang Xiaoyuan tossed and turned among the piles of firewood all night, his heart was agitated and never stopped, as if he had hidden a rabbit's nest.

As soon as the fifth watch sounded, he turned over and got up, touched the door, and squeezed a few fingers out through the hole.After dozens of attempts, the key was finally ground into the lock.

With a click, the door of the firewood room opened a gap, Wang Xiaoyuan looked around with his neck stiff, and sneaked out on tiptoe, but at this moment, he heard loud noises in front of the mansion gate.

Wang Xiaoyuan was horrified—there were so many people in front of the mansion, it was really hard to fly this time!

But he couldn't help being curious, so he stuck his body in the shadow of the pillar and moved around to eavesdrop.

The first thing that came to my ears was Jin Wu's noisy broken gong. "...Officer in the capital, why should I let you into my own martial arts field? Besides, isn't there a martial arts gym in the village? Isn't that place enough for you to go wild?"

Jin Wu leaned against the door, scratched his head and shouted angrily.It can be seen that this lazy young master has just been dragged from the bed by Aunt Mu, and his complexion and temper are a bit smellier than before.

Aunt Youmu stood behind her fiercely, and although Young Master Jin spoke confidently, he didn't dare to spit out dirty words like usual, so he had to swallow them stiffly.

"I say I want to go in, and I don't bother to use the imperial court to pressure you." A young martial artist in red clothes with his head raised almost as high as the sky showed contempt. "What kind of martial arts gym in the village? I only remember seeing a filthy hut."

Jin Wu and Aunt Mu beside him stared wide-eyed.He saw that the young martial artist was imposing, with a strong and strong figure. He had obviously practiced martial arts for many years and was skilled in martial arts, but he was so arrogant; The teary old Huangya suddenly understood most of it.

This old Huangya's wife and children have been separated, and he lives alone in the martial arts hall on weekdays, alone.Every time a child goes there to play and practice martial arts, he is always happy to close his yellow teeth.Now that Lao Huangya is crying because of his sadness, it must be because the young martial artist broke the martial arts hall.

Wu Litian saw that Young Master Jin was still stubbornly sticking to the door, sternly refusing to give way, and added another sentence.

"I don't care whether your martial field is paved with gold or white jade bricks, as long as there is a place to make gestures. But—"

His hand holding Tie Shu suddenly trembled again!

This movement frightened everyone. Thinking of the ancestral hall plaque that was split in half just now, the little dolls wailed loudly, and the old Huangya was covered in husks, and almost rolled several times from the steps.

Jinwu was originally looking angry and gnashing teeth, but suddenly saw a red paper lantern with the word "gold" painted in gold ink floating down in front of his eyes.Looking up, I saw only a thin rope dangling in the air.The cowardly young master was so frightened that he was dumbfounded, almost shitting.

"This time it's a lantern, but next time it might be your head."

The young martial artist sneered, staring at Young Master Jin's neck for a round of tricks, and then retracted his back like flowing water.His strikes are always as quick as lightning, it can reach to the point where a bird's hair is broken, and the flowers and leaves fall to the ground, and no one present can feel this movement just now.Seeing the sharp edges and corners of the iron tree, Young Master Jin's face was ashen, and a chill suddenly appeared on his neck.

Wang Xiaoyuan thought to himself: "What a quick movement! I don't know how it compares to the famous thief's change of heart?"

He recognized Wu Litian's identity at a glance with that Tie Shu.Rumor has it that the leader of the martial arts alliance originally had the Juntian swordsmanship passed down in his family, but his son was perverse and stubborn, and refused to learn swordsmanship. Instead, he learned a set of weird marksmanship from the Miao people and used it to his advantage.

The fellow officials have long been used to Wu Litian's arrogant and domineering appearance, so they could only sigh in their hearts.

Seeing this move, Aunt Mu's eyes sharpened instantly. She had some kung fu skills, but just as she moved her body to try the opponent's moves, Young Master Jin who was scared out of his wits suddenly yelled.

"Mu, Aunt Mu, let him in."

"Master..."

"Okay, okay, let's go in, right?" Jinwu said, drinking Aunt Mu away, kicking the door. "Let me tell you first, you are not allowed to touch anything except the martial field." His voice trembled violently, his legs trembled, and he didn't dare to look at Wu Litian at all.

The young man raised his eyebrows, and he didn't speak, and he didn't need to speak. Under his imposing manner, which was as heavy as a weight, and the blade was facing each other, the accompanying children walked into the golden mansion without saying a word.

Wang Xiaoyuan bit his lip and looked nervously at the open door of the mansion. There were so many people in the mansion, no one would notice if he slipped away now, but when he looked back, the trembling figures of the trembling children and the old Huangya came into view.

In the end, he still couldn't bear it, gritted his teeth and stood on tiptoe to follow.

In the courtyard of the Jin Mansion, there are several wooden stakes, and against the wall is a lanqi shelf, which is dusted and wiped by a companion every morning.Strange to say, although this martial arts arena is for the martial darts around Young Master Jin to exercise their muscles and bones, it is usually idle.Jinwu doesn't work hard, but likes to collect some swords, just to show off his style and show off his dignity.

Wang Xiaoyuan catted in the shadows for half an hour, and Wu Litian also sat with Erlang's legs crossed for half an hour, and he looked up and squinted at the children who were doing their best to perform, and shouted.

"Correct legs are not good!" "Turn over too slowly!" "What kind of posture is this tiger attack? It is clearly a cat attack!"

With his face turned upside down, he held a mahogany stick in his mouth, without looking at it, but he could accurately tell who had slow legs and who had low hands in the martial arts field.The children originally wanted to show what they had learned on weekdays, but unexpectedly, they were easily pointed out by the young martial artist. They were all embarrassed, right and wrong, and wrong even worse.

Wu Litian saw all this and sneered, pretending to be bored. "Unexpectedly, not only the mountains and rivers are poor, but the people are also stupid. The foundation is a mess, and the posture is crooked."

The children became more and more anxious, but no matter how hard they tried, in Wu Litian's eyes, they were only half-baked. At the first glance, he still had the strength to tease, but afterward it became dull.When half of the stick of incense was burned out, he lowered his head and spat the peachwood stick aside, jumped into the courtyard, pulled out the iron stick on his back and pointed it at Old Huang Fang.

"Hey, old hero, I'm going to ask you a few tricks today, what do you think?"

He used his words courteously, but his tone was not small, and he clearly didn't intend to ask for advice from the younger generation.

The children in horseback gait began to chatter.

"Hero, show him some tricks!" "Hit him with the nine-way wind palm!"

The old man couldn't resist them, so he had to stand up panting heavily, took a short knife from the rack tremblingly, and stepped into the arena step by step.

Wang Xiaoyuan watched from the side with his heart in his throat, he knew that Lao Huangya was just an honest farmer who had practiced martial arts for several years when he was young, how could he defeat the son of the leader of the martial arts!

He looked anxiously at the other side of the courtyard. Young Master Jin was expressionlessly holding a meat bun in his mouth, and sitting on a nanmu chair with his legs crossed, which had nothing to do with him.Zuo Sanniang and Aunt Mu frowned, but they stood obediently behind Jin Wu and did not move.

In the arena, Lao Huangya made a gesture, ready to send out the saber.But after all, he couldn't hold his body with his dry bones, but he saw a burst of hostility that shot straight at him——

Wu Litian's physical skills are super fast, and he flashed to the old man's eyes in a blink of an eye.With a crisp sound, the blade in Lao Huangya's hand turned into iron flakes and scattered all over the ground!

"Avoid the water gun!" Aunt Mu couldn't help blurting out.

What she said was true, the son of the martial arts leader used the Miao village's unique skill of avoiding water guns.It is rumored that Wu Wugong, the leader of the martial arts alliance, had a fateful friendship with Zhai Fangbao, a Miao village master, but Wu Wugong did not pass on his unique swordsmanship. His son was entrusted to Zhai Fangbao to learn spear skills when he was young.This marksmanship emphasizes a bit of coldness, and is faster than thunder. It can pass through the pouring rain without dripping, hence the name "avoiding water".

At this time, although Wu Litian was holding an iron shovel, its usage was no different from that of a spear, but Young Master Jin who was watching from the side was puzzled and shouted. "What avoids water and fire, how can this be marksmanship? The things he holds are weird, with an iron head attached to the top of the bamboo pole, it makes people laugh out loud."

Hearing these slanderous words, Wu Litian sneered, unwilling to say more, and then waved his hands to bully him.Lao Huangya was holding a bald knife handle, and after a while he screamed out, dropped the knife handle and sat down on the ground.But Tie Shu's momentum remained undiminished, and he sent it straight to his heart!

"Buying, bullying too much! Why are the martial artists in the capital so shameless!"

The children jumped to their feet.Military strategists are not tired of deceit, but warriors pay attention to the point.Now Wu Litian's eyes are burning, his smile is ferocious, and he is full of showing off his skills, how can he put the old man's life in his eyes?

"Too much deceit?" The martial artist sneered. "Where in the temples and rivers and lakes is the weak and the strong prey on the strong! I am strong and you are weak, so what room is there for reasoning?"

After the words were finished, the iron shroud in his hand spun twice, and with a thrust of the shroud tail, he knocked the old yellow tooth so that it flew out.Although the sharp edge was not used, it was heavy iron after all. The old man was old and weak, and was immediately hit by this blow, bleeding profusely from his mouth, and wailed repeatedly.

Seeing that the martial artist had no intention of showing mercy, Aunt Mu frowned and shouted. "Lord Wu, just listen to the old woman's glance. As a person in the Jianghu, you have to speak some kindness, righteousness and chivalry. If you break the rules, you can't make it..."

"What's the rule? Don't hurt the old and the weak, eliminate rape and punish evil?" Wu Litian smiled, but still looked as cold as ice. "Such a fair exchange of ideas, you love me, how can you break the rules? The junior Jiulu Qingfengzhang hasn't seen it yet, so how can you be willing to let it go."

Just now he said that the old man was weak, but now he put on an air of self-effacing, just wanting to use this to make a good mockery of these country folks.At this moment, he thought in his heart: "How can you and other ordinary people make such a world-famous palm technique come out? I have made up my mind today, and I will teach them to respectfully ask for my instruction." Immediately With a wave of iron, he strode forward with his head held high.

Seeing him approaching every step of the way, the children panicked and yelled. "Old Huangya, quickly use Jiulu to hold the wind palm, can't you beat the martial arts leader to pieces!"

Then he turned his head and shouted to Wu Litian, "You are doomed, these heroes with swords and yellow teeth are just a little bit inferior in their hands. If he uses his palm skills, you...you will have no time to cry!"

Hearing the babbling and crying of these children, Lao Huangya couldn't help feeling sore in his heart and moist in his eyes.Although these children are usually monkey spirits and spirits, they are willing to practice some boxing moves with him wholeheartedly.He was an honest farmer in his early years, but now he is alone, and treats the children who come to the martial arts gym to practice martial arts as his own children, loving and loving them, responding to every request, naturally he is not willing to live up to their expectations.Immediately, he stood up tremblingly with all his breastfeeding energy, and made a trembling posture.

"This is bad." Zuo Sanniang looked worried. "Qi and blood are stagnant, the old man needs to take a good rest, and rashly affecting his life is in danger."

As soon as the words fell, blood gushed out again from between the old man's teeth.But the old farmer smashed his mouth, and swallowed the blood foam abruptly.Seeing his hunched back and terrified body, but standing stubbornly on the martial field, Wu Litian suddenly felt uneasy, with obvious scorn between his brows and eyes, he asked loudly.

"Is this hand counted as the Nine Way Wind Palm?"

The old man glanced behind the children with difficulty, and said in a trembling voice. "Yes."

Seeing his thin back, the children's hearts were shaken, tears welled up in their eyes, as if they had returned to the time when they practiced martial arts in the past.Listen to Lao Huangya's anecdotal stories about those famous heroes and martial arts masters, and watch him fight off the vicious dogs in the village for them with his dark and thin fists. .At first, the children only liked to listen to those eccentric hero stories, but gradually they also liked to learn a few legs and feet from the old man.

Seeing him standing up, the children all jumped up and cheered, and the cheers became even louder.In their view, Lao Huangya is a knight-errant who lives in seclusion in the world, but he is not as illusory as the storytellers say, he is a hero with flesh and blood within their reach!

Seeing this situation, Wu Litian felt proud and sarcastically said. "Juniors have heard that Jiulu Qingfeng's palm needs to be extremely stable. I don't think the old man has grasped the essence of this palm technique?"

He casually bowed, with a sneer on his face, "Let's try it, I'm so offended!"

As soon as the word "le" was uttered, the young martial artist's iron shovel waved a gust of wind, barely brushing the sleeve shirt with the old yellow teeth, and by the time the old man realized it, the cuff had been torn.If there is any deviation, it will be flesh and blood instead of clothes.

Seeing this fierce technique, Lao Huangya was terrified.But before he could cry out in alarm, Wu Litian slashed out several sharp winds in an instant, all of them pierced close to his body, the force scraped his skin and flesh so painfully that he couldn't move.

Seeing Lao Huangya froze and did not dare to move, Wu Litian became more proud and shouted. "Senior, why don't you respond with your palm?"

The old man's legs wanted to shake but he couldn't. If he moved his body a little, Tie Shu could slice off a piece of flesh.The straightforward farmer had never seen this scene before, and was stunned for a while.The iron rod in the hands of the young martial artist moved faster and faster, and the whistling of the wind became more and more intense.In a fit of frivolity, he shouted: "Accept!" At the same time, Tie Shu dropped his hand and stabbed the old man in the face!

"Not good!" Aunt Mu raised her eyebrows and exclaimed loudly.

No one expected that Wu Litian, the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance, would dare to hurt people. Seeing that the iron rod was about to touch Lao Huangya's face, the children all turned pale and lost their voices.Wu Litian, however, has a relaxed expression on his face. In his opinion, those who practice martial arts will inevitably have a few lives on their hands; what's more, he is pretentious, and has always looked down on lowly people. Even more annoyed, he couldn't help but get more serious.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, the children finally cried out heart-piercingly, tears and tears poured all over the edge of the martial field.Not enough time for everyone to react, only the sound of piercing through the sky was heard, the cold light of the iron shone was shining, and it was not too far away from Lao Huangya's face——

The method of avoiding the water gun is faster than the thunder, and it does not touch the drip. How can the villagers who have not been infiltrated by martial arts have a way to deal with it?Angel Wu Li performed this extremely skillful move with a look of complacency on his face.

It's a pity that this look is fleeting.

Because in an instant, a white light flew by, and it deftly separated the iron tree that weighed more than a hundred catties!

quick?

It can't be said that the speed of Tie Shu is far faster than that of Bai Guang.

But wonderful!

This technique is so ingenious that even Wu Litian, who is famous for his swiftness, could hardly notice it, it is undoubtedly a skill of the gods.

The proud son of the martial arts leader never thought that there would be someone in the world who could break his supernatural powers except for the thief Yiqing. He was furious and shocked at the moment, and shouted violently.

"—Who is here!"

After he finished drinking, the dust in the martial field settled, and everyone was dumbfounded and stunned.I saw a person holding a knife standing in front of Lao Huangya, whose legs had softened from fright, and the iron fence that was cut was pierced straight into the ground, still trembling and humming.

Seeing this person, Jin Wu was stunned, and the half-eaten meat bun fell to the ground.The children ignorantly called out the man's name: "...Xiao...Yuan?"

The person who came was Wang Xiaoyuan, a servant of the Jin family.

Seeing that the situation in the arena was critical and Lao Huangya's life was at stake, he somehow pulled out a Yanling Saber from the weapon rack, jumped into the arena to take the blow.Wu Litian's throw was swift and courageous, as soon as he fought, he knew that he couldn't catch it head-on, he had to defuse it with skillful and gentle strength.After parrying the iron shroud, his arms trembled even more, and he felt bursts of severe pain, which shows Wu Litian's terrifying strength.

After accepting this trick, Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly realized that he had run into the martial field, his face turned red and he was at a loss.The surprised and horrified gazes of everyone stared at him uncomfortably, shrinking his hands and feet.

He also secretly scolded himself for being damned, why didn't he take advantage of the opportunity of Young Master Jin in the martial arts field, and come here to "cast himself in the net"!