beg for chivalry

The day of the Wumeng Conference has arrived.

On this day, Tianfu was crowded with people, donkeys and horses filled the streets and alleys, and masts covered the crossing.Everyone scrambled to squeeze to the side of the martial arts field, and formed a long line behind the fence.Aristocratic sons sit on soft sedan chairs and ask their servants to lift up the bamboo poles; children from ordinary families ride on the shoulders of their parents, eager to take off their eyeballs and throw them into the martial field to find out what's inside.

At this time, it is mid-June, the scorching sun hangs high, and it is the time of scorching heat, and the bustling crowd adds a bit of heat to the streets and alleys.The bamboo shakers on the shopkeeper's burden only showed their faces for a while, and they were rushed to buy them all.Crowds of people crowded around the martial field, their arms, legs and feet were all sweaty, making people feel uncomfortably hot.

Spectators come from all over the world.The local people in Tianfu come from the nearby Jianshan, Jiulong, and Jiading the most, but there are also many people from the capital and Nanhai who come from far away.Those with round necks and large sleeves and those in linen shirts jostled shoulder to shoulder. They were different in height, short, fat, and thin, but they all had the same look of anticipation and joy on their faces.

A group of people in the crowd were struggling to move forward.

The leader was an old man, dressed in dirty cross-collared cloth clothes, with mud-stained knee-length trousers under his head, and his terrified eyes could not be covered by a bamboo hat.He looked left and right, as if he was curious about everything, but he was too timid to take a closer look.But when he turned his eyes to the children following behind him, a kind smile emerged from his folds again.

Behind the old man was a group of children with braided heads and braids. They were chirping like a flock of birds, constantly pulling at the hem of the old man's clothes and shouting:

"There's Leng Tao over there, Lao Huangya, buy us a bowl!"

"I want silver candy...I want a pile of sugar!"

The old man who was called the old yellow tooth by the children touched the bag, found a few scattered copper plates from it, then smiled helplessly at them, and grinned his yellow teeth:

"No, no. We have to save the money and go to the residence store. If all the money is given to you gluttons, then we will have to sleep on the street."

The group of them came from Jiading and rushed to Tianfu to watch the rumored martial arts conference.Lao Huang Ya was in charge of a dilapidated martial arts field, so he also yearned for the rumored martial arts conference where masters gathered.As for the little slickers following behind him, they all secretly followed Lao Huangya behind their parents' backs.

The children squeezed back and forth in the crowd, sweating profusely.Someone whispered: "I heard that there will be a swordsman from Yubai coming here at the Martial League Conference."

Another child smiled and said: "If you tell Xiao Yuan about this, he will be overjoyed and envious of us. I don't know where he is now, has he come here?"

When the children heard this, they showed a look of fear and shrank their necks.One of them said with a mournful face, "Then he'd better not come! Once he comes to Tianfu, that vicious Young Master Jin will have to follow behind!"

Thinking of how the vicious young master Jin beat them up in the past, the children shuddered, and they didn't want to think about it.

Several large gondolas were walking slowly along the street, followed by a row of mule carts.A few warriors in cloth armor came down from the shed, with black cloth hanging on their cheeks, covering their faces, and a thick red cloth covering their bodies tightly, which makes people feel hot when they see it in this sweltering heat meaning.These are all the guards in the martial arts league guarding the martial field.

The guards poured into the martial field and formed a six-flower formation around the high platform in the middle.

Behind the high platform, a solid couch door was tightly closed.Inside the door is an open and bright main room with a rectangular table.There is an armchair on the main seat, and a padded wooden chair beside it.

But what was unusual was that a deep ditch was dug beside the long table, in which stood like a forest of iron thorns, shining coldly, and there was no place for anyone to sit and stop.

In the main room stood two little boys with bibs around their necks. They pushed open the thick wooden door on the side far from the martial field, and respectfully saluted by the door.Seeing someone coming, the two said in unison:

"The lord has not arrived, please take your seat."

Dark figures poured into the main room, and stopped by the door in an instant.

The first person to come was Neng Daliang, the leader of the Tunri Gang. This man was a broad-shouldered man with secular oils all over his face. Wearing a red gold ring, it looks like jewels.

Neng Daliang led a group of Tunri Sect disciples into the main room, saw the long table on the ditch, frowned, his cheeks trembled, and shouted: "What's the matter? It's fine if you don't set up chairs, and a ditch is dug in it. In front of the table, there are spikes all over it, are you sincerely not letting people sit on it?"

The two little boys holding the door leaf smiled and said: "Today, those who enter the hall are all the top fighters on the Jianghu list, and the rest of the idlers are not allowed to sit. If they are really famous on the Jianghu list, I think the ditch and thorns will not be so difficult as to be able to do it." Help the master half a point."

This seat is for the masters of Jianghu, if you don't have a good foundation in kung fu, it is absolutely difficult to sit on the top of the spikes for two hours, and enjoy the important events of the Wumeng with other people.

Xiao Tong was silent for a moment, seeing that the Tunri Gang members were hesitating, he said bluntly: "The leader has an order that only those who are seated can have an interview with the leader. Those who can't sit at the table, I'm sorry to treat them politely." The man opened the door again, and made a gesture of asking for leave.

The head of the Tunri Gang looked at the deep ditch lined with spikes, frowned in thought, and pouted his mouth to let the gang members come forward.There was a disciple who practiced Vajra Body in that group, hesitating again and again, he jumped into the ditch and stepped on the spikes.

But before standing for a moment, the disciple turned purple and kept shouting: "Brothers, please help me up! This thorn is really hard to stand on... I, I'm going to fall!" I saw that he was unstable and crumbling.And the bottom is densely packed with iron thorns. If you stumble and fall, you will be tied into a hedgehog.

The disciples hurriedly stretched out their hands to pull the disciple who was trapped in the stab formation. Seeing the bottomless wide ditch, the disciple couldn't help feeling dizzy, and accidentally slipped several times while being pulled up.Fortunately, he practiced the vajra body, and there was not much damage to his body.

On the contrary, the gang leader smiled: "I still think the Wumeng chairs are uncomfortable, so I want to bring my own pad to sit on. It seems that my wish has been fulfilled now!"

The head of the Tunri Clan, Neng Daliang, waved his hand, and several disciples stepped forward and respectfully handed over a green jade mat to him.This emerald jade mat is connected by jade beads, the beads are round and bright, and it is also cool and refreshing when placed under the body.

Neng Daliang twirled the jade mat in his hand a few times, and suddenly threw it into the air, only to see the jade mat landed right in the middle of two sharp thorns, with the thorns hooked at the two corners.With a touch of his toes, the five big and three thick men jumped up like a flying swallow, and sat firmly on the suspended jade mat.

This matter is easy to say, but it is extremely difficult and dangerous.Because the jade mat is narrow and small, it will be turned over if it is moved slightly, and the man who can carry the beam is a very sturdy man.To sit firmly on the mat, you have to be as motionless as an old monk in meditation.

Maybe Daliang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "That's right, this chair is more comfortable than the one I sat on when I came back to the Martial League Conference!"

The disciples of the Tunri Gang saw that the hall was full of hidden thorns and deep trenches, only a long table was placed on the central stone pillar, and there was no place to stay, so they had to retreat outside the door.

Neng Daliang laughed unceasingly, but he heard a series of giggles like silver bells coming from the side.That human said:

"Last time we were sitting in the dark for the Wumeng meeting. There was no fire at all, and no one could see anyone, but there was a long snake coiled in the middle of us, hissing around the table. We have to talk at the same time. , while hitting the head of the snake. According to my concubine, that time was more comfortable than this time!"

Although the leader of Wu League looks old-fashioned, he puts all his effort into holding the meeting.The Martial League General Assembly has been held for several years, and every time there is an extremely harsh place for everyone to compete in martial arts. Only those with high martial arts skills can participate in the meeting, so it is not a surprise that there is such a strange seat in front of you now. .

Neng Daliang, the leader of the Tunri Gang, thought for a while and settled down, but suddenly felt that the laughter was coming from the side, so he quickly turned his head to the side and opened his eyes wide.

I saw that the one who was laughing beside him just now was a young girl, dressed in a phoenix gown, dressed as she was when she was married, with bright red and scorching eyes.Looking at her face again, Neng Liang felt dazzled again.She has crescent eyebrows and white teeth, and there are two black jade-like eyes inlaid on the smooth and snowy skin, and the mist flows between them, which is indescribably beautiful.

Neng Daliang turned the corner of his mouth down and asked in a rough voice, "Who are you?"

The girl covered the pill fan in her hand to her face, only revealing her soul-stirring eyes.She smiled and said: "We clearly met each other at the meeting and on the bed, why don't you remember my concubine?"

The Lord Tunri's eyes fell on her red satin dress, and suddenly he sat there like a thunderbolt.He remembered that there was indeed a person on the Jianghu list who always appeared in front of people in a red wedding dress.But the last time he saw this person, she was still like a familiar girl, her gestures and gestures were full of charm; the last time he saw her, she was like a disabled old woman, with gray hair all over her head.

This woman is getting younger every year, and she doesn't know what kind of magic.Maybe it's because of the technique of picking and nourishing with many men that he has the appearance of eternal youth.

Neng Daliang frowned, and said, "Southern sect... Ming Hongzhu?"

Ming Hongzhu smiled and said: "It's the concubine. I don't want to see you for a few years. If you can help the master, you won't remember the concubine." She gave him an angry look, and laughed coldly at the same time.It's just that she was born with such a beautiful face, even if she gets angry, it seems like spring is contained in powder.

This person is Ming Hongzhu, the leader of the Southern School, known as Mrs. Hongzhu.

There are different opinions about this person in the world.Some people praised her for being as modest as a valley, for being able to tolerate the Zhongbaliu martial arts of the Southern School.Some people called her a troublesome seductress, and those who slept with her could line up on the street.There are a lot of martial arts classics in her library, all of which are obtained from the people next to her pillow.

But despite the criticisms like snow, Mrs. Hongzhu still went her own way, with cunning and ruthless tactics, and suppressed the Nanpai to death.Her soft kung fu is also unrivaled in the world, and even the jade girl has no choice but to worship her.Ming Hongzhu has no enemies, because those who seek revenge will bow down under her stunning appearance and gauze skirt.

Neng Daliang, the leader of Tunri Gang, realized that Mrs. Hongzhu was sitting beside him at the moment.The two of them sat together in the forest of spikes. Under Ming Hongzhu, there was a young man who was trying his best to support the delicate body of Mrs. Hongzhu against the spikes with his chest and abdomen.

The man might have practiced the vajra body, but he could hold on for a while, but his face was red and swollen, as if he couldn't hold on for too long.

Neng Daliang was a little startled, because Ming Hongzhu was sitting on the man's back, raising a pair of jade feet indifferently, chatting with him with a smile, as if he didn't pay attention to the man below him at all.

"Madam Red Candle, this is..."

Ming Hongzhu smiled and said, "A disciple in your gang."

The head of the Tunri gang was dumbfounded, and suddenly recognized that this was the student of the Tunri gang who had just been driven by him to test the spikes in the ditch, and she heard her giggling and saying:

"Your disciple has practiced the vajra body, and he can't sit badly. The concubine just said a word to him, and he was so fascinated, he willingly became my concubine's chair, and it was quite comfortable to sit on."

There was a cold light in Ming Hongzhu's eyes, and he patted the back of the man under him, smiling innocently but contemptuously. "Can help the Lord, do you want to try it too?"