beg for chivalry

Although Mrs. Red Candle is the leader of the Southern School, she is directly in charge of only the place of fireworks in the hearts of the world - the Zuichun Garden.The head of the Tunri Gang, Neng Liang, looked out the door again, and saw a group of charming drunken spring garden girls leaning against the door, talking softly, flirting and flirting towards the disciples of the Tunri Gang.

Although the disciples of the Tunri Clan are all slippery and worldly people, they have never seen such a beautiful scenery, and all of them blushed immediately, and they were too ashamed to glance at the girls in Zuichun Garden, for fear of being hooked by their flamboyant glances.

Neng Daliang glanced at the young man under Ming Hongzhu, and saw that his eyes were turned white, his face was flushed, and he looked lost.Mrs. Red Candle seems to be a vixen who can use soul-destroyer spells. She can seduce people's hearts with every frown and smile. If she is not paying attention, she will become a plaything in her hands.

"Being able to win the favor of Mrs. Hongzhu is also considered a blessing from my disciple III."

The leader cupped his hands tactfully, with beads of sweat hidden in the crevices of the pile of flesh, and said casually, "It's just madam, you, the sixth hero in the Jianghu list, why bother to get angry with this little disciple of my gang?" ?”

He is only ranked eighth in the Jianghu list, and he can be regarded as the last among today's guests, so he is quite afraid of Ming Hongzhu, who is ranked sixth.

Ming Hongzhu's smile deepened, she waved a pair of jade feet and kept silent.She only moved slightly, and the young disciple below her groaned in pain.Although the Tunri disciple had practiced the vajra body, the spikes could not kill him, but it is obviously difficult to stretch his body on the spines for two hours.

"It's not that I'm angry with you, but seeing that you have a lot of talents in your gang, I want to get acquainted with them, isn't it?"

Neng Daliang was sweating all over his face, he couldn't help nodding his head amid Ming Hongzhu's sly smile, and said, "Success...success."

After half a stick of incense, there was a lot of shouting outside the door, and another group of people filed in, and stopped abruptly in front of the deep ditch.

This time, a group of disheveled beggars came back, wrapped in banana cloth, and the stench coaxed the heavens and the earth to gather together.Several of them had green bamboo sticks wrapped around their waists and backs.Neng Daliang took a look, and immediately understood where these people came from.These are the mountain ghosts in Evil Man's Ditch, and their masters also have a place on the Jianghu list.

It's just strange to say that Erengou has not participated in the meeting for several years, and now the mountain ghosts are here all at once, which is considered an abnormal thing.

Neng Liang, the head of the Tunri Gang, wrinkled his nose, trying to block the stench from these beggars, and said in a rough voice: "The wicked ditch is here this year, it's really a rare visitor!"

Out of the beggars came a figure in a bright green narrow-sleeved gown and a brain strap. This man was different from a rough beggar, with a fair face and a bookish air.But this man had a bald shaved face, and his eyes narrowed slightly when they were swollen, like a cunning grass fox.

The man cupped his hands at Neng Daliang and Ming Hongzhu, and said with a smile: "The younger one is Qian Xian'er, the new head of Evilrengou, and the former head of Evilrengou has given up. The younger one is thinking that he should show his face at the Martial Arts Conference this year." , and came boldly.”

When the two of them looked at this man who called himself Qian Xian'er, they felt that he was born like a Confucian scholar, with a look of powerlessness, and when he heard him mention the matter of the former head of the family, they were secretly amazed in their hearts.Neng Daliang vaguely remembered the appearance of the former head of Erengou. It was a man with bronze skin, wearing a straw coat, and he looked like a fool.But the former head of the family Wang Tai looks like a warrior at any rate, but Qian Xian'er doesn't even look like one, it's hard not to make people suspicious.

Qian Xian'er glanced at the deep ditch in front of the table, but she was not surprised, but cupped her hands again into the beggar pile, and said with a smile:

"Trouble elders."

A few burly old men stepped out from the group of beggars, and threw their respective green bamboo sticks onto the spikes, and the sticks were twisted together to form a bamboo frame.Qian Xian'er jumped up, stepped on the bamboo stick with both legs, the bamboo array shook a few times, and was firmly stuck between the spikes again.Qian Xian'er sat down aggressively, but sat still.

Neng Daliang saw that the pricking array could not trouble the latecomers, he felt quite uncomfortable.Mrs. Hongzhu's seat on the Jianghu list is higher than him, that's all, but even the last people in the Erengou family have such a graceful manner, which seems to be a head lower than him in terms of bearing.

There were still four empty seats at the long table.The Martial League Conference does not always make up the top ten of the Jianghu rankings, except for the deceased national player and retired "Nine-Road Qingfeng Palm" Huang Mo and the leader Wu Wugong, there is still a seat vacant.

Mrs. Hongzhu smiled and said, "The head of the Evil Mangou is here. I wonder who will sit in the vacant seat? If it is a concubine, I must hope that the person who comes will be a handsome young gentleman."

Qian Xian'er took off her brain and teased her bald gourd: "It seems that the young one is not handsome enough for my sister to like."

Ming Hongzhu smiled and said nothing.Neng Daliang took up the conversation, and said with a snort, "It's not that you're not handsome enough, it's that you're too young. Mrs. Ming is still a few generations older than us, you're new here, you have to show some respect to her!"

Not long after, I heard the sound of two children guarding the door babbling and pushing the door open. The thick wooden door at one corner swung open, and the main room was a little brighter.Everyone looked towards the sky, and saw a group of monks standing straight in front of the door, with their palms clasped together and their heads bowed.

This is the monks of Panlong Mountain.The monks from Fushan Temple, Jing'an Temple, Shaolin Temple, Fazang Temple, Qinggou Temple and other five temples walked in slowly, all dressed in double-breasted gowns of various colors.The leader was Lang Si, the abbot of Fazang Temple, but he had white hair and a snowy beard, his face looked like a wrinkled walnut, and his two white eyebrows hung down long, almost as long as his beard.

Abbot Lang Si saw the thorn ditch, but he was not alarmed. He just recited the Buddha's name and asked:

"Is this the seat that Lord Wu reserved for me this year?"

Mrs. Hongzhu smiled and said: "Yes, yes! Younger brother Langsi, sit down quickly, I'm still waiting to see who the seat next to the leader of Wu is reserved for."

The old abbot walked forward slowly, nodded slightly, "The old monk is being rude."

Everyone was wondering how he was going to sit on the spikes, but they saw that the straw shoes on Lang Si's feet stepped directly on the spikes.This old abbot really seems to have practiced Vajra Immortality!Langsi sat cross-legged on the spikes, like sitting in meditation, motionless.

Neng Daliang was dumbfounded, and Madam Hongzhu and Qian Xian'er also smiled slightly.They didn't pay much attention to the Wutai monk in Panlong Mountain. When the broken precepts monk Yanxin was there in the past, he could only be ranked tenth in the Jianghu list, the last of the bottom.But now it seems that the monk who broke the precepts may only have a famous position among the Wutai monks, but the truly unfathomable people should be the five abbots!

Now in this bright and spacious main room, there are already four people sitting upright on the thorn ditch.

These four people are Neng Daliang, the head of the Tunri Gang, the largest gang in the Northern School, Mrs. Hongzhu from the Zuichun Garden in the Southern School, Qian Xian'er, the new head of Erengou, and Changmei Langsi, the abbot of Fazang Temple in Panlong Mountain.Everyone is secretly watching the others, with an undercurrent surging in their hearts, each hiding their thoughts.

Not long after, another person came from outside the door.

The one who came back was a handsome young man wearing a crane cloak and a purple silk scarf on his head, but even though he had fine eyebrows, his eyelids were drooping tiredly, as if he was about to sleep.

I saw the young man dragging his steps into the main room, looked at the thorny ditch, and let out a sigh:

"I finally came to the Martial League Conference, why don't I even have a decent bed and chair... Sigh, where do I put my tired bones?"

Everyone was surprised, they had never seen the appearance of this person.Mrs. Hongzhu has been going to the Martial League Conference for more than ten years, but she never remembers that such a young man came.Neng Daliang frowned and asked:

"This face is very good. Hey, boy, did you come here just this year? When did you become the number one on the Jianghu list?"

The young man blinked lazily, and then said after a while, "The last time I attended a meeting... Well, it was about 30 years ago."

As soon as this remark came out, all four were shocked. 30 years ago!The faces of the crowd were puzzled, their eyes were straightened, trying to find some traces of wind and frost on his face.Ke Mizhenzi's face is too young, except for a slightly mature tone, he doesn't look like an old man in his dying days.

For a while, he ignored everyone's astonishment, and sighed in a dragged tone:

"At that time, the chairs were too hard, and the bones were so painful... Now I finally made up my mind to come, but this time I don't even have a chair."

These words caused the people present to change their colors slightly, Mrs. Hongzhu thought she was the oldest, and she was a little arrogant in her heart, but she didn't expect that this young man who looked like a boy was actually higher than her.With a slight movement of her eyeballs, her face paled instantly, and she lost her voice and said:

"You... are you the Immortal Head of Changing Moon Palace Maze?"

The boy nodded sleepily: "Well, it's me."

Changing the moon palace for a while, ranked seventh on the Jianghu list.It is rumored that he has glimpsed the secret of immortality, he has the ability to transfer flowers to trees, steal the sky to change the sun, and even change the inner qi and yangshou.But no one knows how long he lived, maybe he fell to the ground not long after Chen Tuan's ancestor.

Although it is ranked seventh, this is by no means the reason why its kung fu is only ranked seventh in the world.Because for a while, this person was very lazy and didn't want to fight for this worldly name, and his skill in stealing the sky was amazing, so he found a seat for him on the Jianghu list.

And maybe it's because there are no more disciples in the Changing Moon Palace to inherit the mantle, this time the only person who came here was Mi Zhenzi.

I saw Mizuzi shuddering to the front of the ditch and lazily leaping forward.Everyone saw a black shadow fly up, and after a while, they fell on the spikes in all directions.

Even a person with the best vajra body kung fu might not be able to act casually like him.As a result, everyone in the Martial League was terrified again, and they always regarded this person as an old monster with profound kung fu.

Mizhen collapsed into a big character, and fell into the thorn formation without incident, waved his hands lazily, and said: "Everyone don't care about me, if you want to hold a meeting, then go ahead, don't wake me up .” As he spoke, he began to snore on his own, and the sound of shallow snoring echoed in the hall.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling as if they were being tricked, and felt very unhappy.Looking at the long table again, there are only three seats left, one of which is the chief seat of Wu Wugong, the leader of the Martial League, and it is not known who will be seated for the other two.

Abbot Lang Si closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Mizhenzi Xianchang... I can be regarded as the ancestor of the old monk. When I was the deacon of Chaitou and was still unknown, the fairy leader was already the head of Changing Moon Palace."

Neng Daliang saw that he didn't seem to be ranked among this group of weirdos, so he said anxiously: "Is the leader still in the future?"

Qian Xian'er stretched her legs slightly on the bamboo stick stand, and said with a smile, "Maybe he won't show up until our legs are all broken from sitting."

Everyone chatted about this and that, but they couldn't help but feel anxious, and their eyes turned to the remaining three seats.

Who would be the person sitting there?