beg for chivalry

The huge martial arts arena was crowded with disciples from various factions crowded under the high platform, huddled together with the martial arts guards in thick red-faced cloth armor.The poisonous sun was hanging high, and the kaolin bricks reflected the color of snow in the sun, making everyone's complexions bright white, and everyone's anxious expressions could be seen at a glance.

The disciples of each sect obeyed the leader's instructions, jumped down from the Qijiao corridor, marched towards the martial field, and entered in a single file.But the martial arts heroes are still sitting in the main room, discussing in low voices with each other having ghosts in their hearts.

There was a huge crowd outside the fence, and their faces had red marks on the wooden fence.The kid with a snot-nosed, butt-toed head grabbed the muddy knee-length trousers of the old man beside him, and shouted happily, "Hey, old yellow-toothed, look! I can see heroes fighting!"

The old man who was called by the children as Old Huangya grinned, stretched out his rough palm and patted his head, and said, "Ah Li, who do you think will win?"

The child named Ah Li clenched his fists, swung it into the air forcefully, and shouted: "The Yubai swordsman will win! She is the most powerful swordsman in the world, and no one can defeat her!"

The disciples of each faction sat down on the stone steps surrounding the martial field, and there were only two people left on the high platform, separated on both sides.Everyone outside the fence held their breath and stared nervously at the two people on the stage, each sweating in their palms.

It turned out that the most thrilling thing in this Wumeng meeting was to see the disciples of different sects compete. On the day of the meeting, the leaders of each faction discussed important matters in the main room, while the disciples gesticulated in the martial arts arena, sending a group of disciples for their sect. Some limelight.This can also be regarded as a good opportunity for the sect to shine, and it will be of great benefit to the sect in recruiting disciples in the future, so the disciples of Jianghu attach great importance to this matter.

The disciple on the side of the high platform pulled out the iron sword at his waist, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "We didn't use all our strength when we captured the jade huang just now, but now we will let you underestimate it in the competition!"

On the other side stood a warrior monk with a gala hat on his head, performed a Namaste salute, and said softly, "Almsgiver, please come."

The disciples in the audience and the spectators outside the fence all made a noise, you shouted at each other: "Registration number!" "Throw out the jujube board with the name engraved on it!"

When martial artists compete, it is a rule of the rivers and lakes to report one's teacher's family and name.Once the name is reported, it means that the two parties have fallen into a situation where they have to fight, and they vow to decide the outcome, and the outcome of this battle is also concerned with the face of the teacher and the glory of his own face.

Standing beside the table is a large porcelain vat, which is used to hold famous brands.All Jianghu students who are invited to the Martial League Conference have a jujube board engraved with their names and surnames. Before the competition, both sides will throw the jujube board into the water tank. The winner can get his own board back, and the loser's name board So he can only sink in the tank, and has no chance to compete with others.

The Jianghu disciple standing on the side of the high platform snorted, took out his name tag from his arms, threw it into the porcelain vat beside the platform, splashed a splash of water, and shouted:

"Tun Ri helps Wei Jun, please enlighten me!"

The monk also threw his jujube card into the vat, put on the Kinnarara King Fist posture, and said calmly:

"Panshan Qinggou Temple Monk You Kong, please."

As soon as the words fell, there was only a flash of sword light, and the banging of fists and feet was heard, and the figures of the two intersected in the grand cheers.

In the main hall and treasure hall, Buddha statues stand majestically, Taoist paintings are messy, and famous martial arts heroes are sitting in the shadow like water.

Everyone was silent, each with their own ulterior motives, looking at the eyes of others with undercurrents surging, showing a tendency of swords drawn.Their gazes fell on the clear yellow jade Huang held in Wu Wugong's hand, they couldn't help being a little shaken, but when they looked at the frail figure of the young man beside Wu Wugong, they showed their cunning nature again.

They knew why Wu Wugong wanted to help such a sick and broken boy to take the position of leader.Wu Wugong is by no means as loyal and honest as he appears on the outside, he has a city in his heart. He has sat firmly in the position of the leader for ten years, and he wants to use the frail General Zhen Guo as a puppet and become a behind-the-scenes man himself. .

Thinking of this, everyone present looked dignified.Abbot Lang Si stroked his snow-white long eyebrows, and said slowly: "The next leader of the alliance should be a rising star, and I have no objection. It's just that I see this young master as weak as a sick man, and the affairs of the Martial League are heavy. I don't know if you can handle it." take on this burden?"

Wu Wugong patted Yan Jiubian's back with a smile, "Although my nephew was murdered by Hou Tianlou and suffered from many illnesses, Wu did his best and found many precious remedies for him. Now my nephew is in good health, and can even learn the Great Heavenly Sword Art, and he will recover in time." He patted Yan Jiubian's shoulder again, biting the words, "Is that so, nephew?"

Yan Jiubian was hit by this slap so much that his internal organs almost vomited out. He quickly sat up straight and nodded obediently: "Yes... yes." This sickness was also pretended by him. When do you want to go? It doesn't matter.

The burly leader smiled and said: "When the Wumeng was first established, the ancestors announced to the world the Juntian Sword Manual, which should have been passed down in one line, and said, 'Whoever can learn the Juntian swordsmanship will be able to sit on the position of leader. 'And now Wu has no selfish intentions..."

Qian Xian'er interjected, "Master Wu dares to say that he has no selfish intentions?"

Wu Wugong took a deep look at him, then grinned and said: "The dog Wu Litian is incompetent, so Wu gave this son to the son of Ningyuan Hou's mansion, how dare he have the slightest selfishness?"

For a moment, there was a dead silence in the treasure hall.If we talk about selfishness, Wu Wugong must have some, he and Ning Yuanhou used to be life-and-death friends, and now recommending Jinwu seems to be out of personal friendship.But if it comes to not worrying about his own son, leader Wu can be regarded as selfless.

Madam Hongzhu rolled her eyes, suddenly smiled and picked up the white porcelain cup in front of her, and said, "Master Wu is right! I would also like to see a pretty guy sitting in that seat!"

Just now she said this, the leader of the Tunri Gang, Neng Daliang, approached her, knocked on her arm, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter? Take the position of ally!"

Ming Hongzhu smiled sweetly at him, and whispered softly, "It is precisely because that young master is so weak that if he dies suddenly one day, that would make sense, wouldn't it?"

Neng Daliang thought about it, and felt that it was really reasonable.Look at the young man from the Ningyuan Hou's mansion, who looks pale and weak, ready to die at any time, Jun Tian swordsmanship has not yet been mastered, Wu Wugong wants to use him as a puppet, and they can play him in their hands at any time.

A sinister light flickered in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "At worst, I will give you a generous reward and give it to Houtianlou, and get rid of this little baby like the Tianshan Gate, haha!"

Qian Xian'er also made a calculation in her heart, she took the first step to understand, raised the porcelain cup with a smile, and said: "General Zhen Guo is famous all over the world, this young Zhilan boy can be trusted. But..."

The sound dragged on for an extremely long time, suspicion flickered in everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help but listen to what the bald head was trying to say.

"However, young people are soft-spoken and don't count what they say." Qian Xian'er looked at Yan Jiubian with a smile, and seemed to have other meanings in her words, "If you teach him to take over the position of the Martial League, the young ones will be willing. "

Wu Wugong is highly skilled in martial arts, and Juntian's swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world. If a sick person is to be compared with him, Qian Xian'er is even more unwilling to see Wu Wugong sitting on the leader's seat.

All of a sudden, everyone in the main room toasted.The light of Kasyapa Buddha shone all over their heads, and ashes fell on the precepts on the stone wall. The scriptures were written in the precepts of the monks of the four divisions: "Don't do any evil, but practice all good things." But he did a lot.

The painting on the mottled wall is the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. The figures of the Eight Immortals show their magical powers in the turbulent waves, exorcising the demons with green faces and fangs.When the heroes of the Martial League sat under this painting, their faces seemed to be ice-cold, and there was a ghost in their hearts, which was even more ghostly than that ferocious monster.

"My nephew is still young, and he has many puzzles about the affairs of the Wumeng." Wu Wugong laughed, and picked up the porcelain cup. Yan Jiubian beside him took the opportunity to fill him with green tea, "However, According to his talent of never forgetting, he must teach him a few more years, and he will be a good man who stands above heaven and earth!"

Abbot Lang Si sighed when he saw the crowd toasting, and picked up the porcelain cup: "If the leader of the Wu League insists on doing so, I will have nothing to say. It's just that the future will be long and the future is uncertain. Young master of the Jin Mansion, you must not be disappointed." We hope."

Yan Jiubian nodded respectfully: "Master is right, Jinwu will do everything with his best."

Mi Zhenzi, who was still sleeping soundly before, was woken up by pushing and shoving, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and lazily said: "Leader? Whoever wants to be the one should go. But if you want me to come to the meeting next time, remember to prepare Zhang Shang I want a soft couch, two of the best mattresses..."

Everyone laughed, suppressed their plans for the time being, and toasted together.

In the martial field outside the main room, the voices of people were like a tide, and the noise shook the sky, one after another.The two on the high platform seemed to have decided the outcome.

The disciples of the Tunri gang were cunning, they hid an oil bag in their sleeves, broke it and spilled the oil on the ground, taking advantage of the slip when the monk of Qinggou Temple on the opposite side punched, they won the first prize in one fell swoop.All of a sudden, booing broke out in the martial field, and the spectators threw rotten vegetable leaves and raw chicken eggs onto the high platform through the fence, cursing loudly, and the vegetable leaves fell to the ground in bits and pieces.

But Wei Jun, a disciple of the Tunri Gang, was still shameless, took the jujube board out of the porcelain vat, and shouted: "The monks in Panshan Temple are nothing more than that, haha!" Stepping on the rim of the vat, he yelled arrogantly at the Jianghu disciples in the martial arts field, "Today, I will help Wei Jun and fight against Tianshanmen Yuqiuxia!"

The woman from Zuichun Garden rolled her eyes at him from the audience, and said sarcastically: "Look at this fool, the donkey kicked his head and broke his head. He just defeated a Panshan monk, how dare he ask Yubai swordsman to show up?" gone?"

The rest of the people were also dissatisfied with his stupidity, and someone shouted: "What rules do you know! You have to fight against the leader of each faction, and win the one behind!"

To compete with Yubai Swordsman, one has to beat the nine martial arts heroes under her one by one, which is also the rule in the martial arts conference.This Tunri Gang disciple really doesn't understand the rules, which makes people feel bored.

The disciples of the Tunri Gang also hated the disciple named Wei Jun, and put their heads together in the audience, muttering: "Hey, when did Wei Jun become so arrogant? I remember him I fell and broke my leg earlier, and was bedridden for several months, don’t you want to be able to run now?”

"It's not that the leg was broken, it's that the head was smashed." Another disciple curled his lips, "After he came back, he was a little bit crazy, and he could say all kinds of frizzy and weird things."

"Take him down quickly, lest we ruin the face of our Tunri Gang!"

Amidst the anxious discussions among the disciples of the Tunri Gang, the disciple named Wei Jun jumped off the porcelain vat, even jumped off the high platform, and ran into the main room.The crowd couldn't stop him, he ran and shouted strangely:

"Yubai Swordsman! I must defeat you today!"

In the treasure hall, the tea smoke curled up lightly, and wisps of white air entered the secluded Buddha statues, and disappeared in an instant.The heroes raised their glasses, their figures swaying and twisting in the water.

Yan Jiubian stared at the porcelain cup in Wu Wugong's hand, feeling uneasy in his heart, but his eyes became colder and darker.

When he was pouring tea for Wu Wugong, he added arsenic to the cup.

As long as he drinks a cup, this towering leader of the martial arts alliance can go to Huangquan.

Yubai Swordsman stared at him with a smile in the hazy tea and smoke, his eyes seemed to fall into his eyes through the white gauze.Under the shell of the jade white swordsman, Yasha was grinning ferociously.

Hou Tianlou placed black fire powder stolen from Lei's family on the gondolas and cruise ships surrounding the martial arts field. When Wu Wugong died of poison and the porcelain cup in his hand fell to pieces, evil spirits would rush into the main room. Slaughter the people of the Martial League and turn this place into a mountain of corpses in a sea of ​​flames.No matter how proficient in martial arts is, a few cars of black fire will explode. Everyone in the Wumen League is destined to die here today.

Wu Wugong believed in the "Golden Crow" too much, he had no doubt that his good nephew would do anything in the tea.Yan Jiubian recalled the past days, he had a drink with Wu Wugong, this tall man always smiled boldly, took the cup in his hand, and drank the wine without hesitation.

Everyone picked up the porcelain cups, and the children handed over the small dishes containing the blood of the sacrificed animals. Someone poured the blood into the tea, and Madam Hongzhu stretched out her slender fingers to dip it, staining the blood on her red lips.Yasha, who was pretending to be a jade white swordsman, also smiled slightly, raised his cup, and said:

"Young Master Jin is a rare talent in a hundred years. The Tianshan Gate once wanted to take him in as a disciple. But now... it seems that it is more appropriate to stay in the Wumeng."

Wu Wugong laughed loudly: "Swordsman Yubai, what do you mean..."

Yubai Swordsman smiled and said, "Naturally, congratulations to Mr. Jin, who is about to take the position of leader."

Seeing that even the No. [-] Swordsman Yubai on the Jianghu list had no objection, Wu Wugong was overjoyed, and he raised his glass and shouted, "Okay!"

Everyone in the palace toasted together, and Wu Wugong said happily: "Thank you for your support. Although my nephew is a malleable talent, he has just joined the Martial League. It will take several years of experience to take over the position of master. There are many things that are wrong. Look back at everyone Haihan!" His voice was like a loud bell, shaking the walls of the treasure hall to buzz, and everyone laughed, unaware of the inappropriateness of pushing an inexperienced young man to the position of alliance leader. congratulate.

Tunri Gang leader Neng Liang said harshly: "Since it was entrusted by the leader of the Wu League, we dare not disobey."

Qian Xian'er also beamed, pretending to be familiar with Yan Jiubian and talking to Yan Jiubian: "Young Master Jin, you will have to take care of Erengou in the future. If there is something we can't do, you have to hold your hand high."

In a short time, Yan Jiubian felt that all the heads were crowded in front of him, with smiles blocking his face.Everyone clapped shoulders and shook hands with him hypocritically, and said some polite words, and he responded with a stiff smile, but he felt his stomach was overwhelmed.

Everyone raised their glasses and replaced wine with tea.Wu Wugong also smiled, and put the porcelain cup to his mouth.

Yan Jiubian stared at the highly poisoned green tea, he felt his heart pounding, his clothes were drenched in cold sweat all of a sudden, his hands and feet were trembling.

As long as Wu Wugong drank the tea, at that moment, he would pull out the sharp sword from his waist, and together with Yasha, who was pretending to be a jade white swordsman, took the lives of everyone in the treasure hall.

But at that moment, the martial field was full of noise, the shouts were so loud that even the floor tiles seemed to be trembling.Everyone in the hall stopped raising their glasses and looked outside the door in astonishment.Wu Wugong put down the porcelain cup close to his mouth, turned his head suddenly, and shouted to the boy guarding the gate:

"What happened?"

The two gatekeepers looked extremely panicked, and their pale faces were covered by their bibs.They faltered and murmured for a while before saying: "There is a disciple of the Tunri Gang outside who doesn't understand the rules and is clamoring to fight the Yubai swordsman. The attendants of the Wumeng can't stop him, he is going to run in like crazy!"

Wu Wugong frowned, and said in a deep voice: "This is the place where the heads of the various sects discuss important matters, and idlers are not allowed to enter. Is there no teacher in the Tunri Sect to discipline this disciple?"

There was a lot of hustle and bustle outside the door, and the crowd seemed to be swearing something in a hurry.It seems that a disciple named Wei Jun used despicable tricks during a martial arts competition on a high platform, and beat the monk of Panshan Qinggou Temple. Fan.

Mrs. Hongzhu chuckled, looked sideways at Neng Daliang and said, "The disciples of the Gui Gang are really capable if you can help the master. This gang leader has not yet taken the seat, and his heart is as high as the sky!"

Neng Daliang, the leader of the Tunri Gang, was very dissatisfied, and shouted angrily: "Which bastard who doesn't have eyes, broke the appearance rules of the gang?" He got up angrily, and shouted loudly, "I'll take this Boy, look who he is!"

He just got up when he heard a loud bang like thunder.

The stone wall gate was suddenly kicked open, and the bright sky suddenly poured into the dim yellow hall.Even though it was a hot summer, there seemed to be a gust of cold wind rushing towards the face, and the candlelight in the hall slanted, reflecting the figure of the person coming in front of the door.

Neng Daliang vaguely remembered who was the name called outside the door, it was a young disciple named Wei Jun in the gang.Wei Jun's father is a wealthy businessman in the South China Sea, so he thought of ways to send a lot of money to the Tunri Gang, and sent his worthless son into the gang.Wei Jun is idle and loves petty theft, leaving his own gold, silver and jade alone, last time he got into the silver building and was kicked out, broke his leg, and howled on the couch for two months.

Maybe Daliang still remembered that the disciple named Wei Jun had vacant eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, and he couldn't raise his spirits all day long.The whole person also seemed to have been beaten by frost, with a hunched back and unable to straighten up.

Now this person is different, although he can't see his face clearly, but his footsteps are steady, every step seems to knock on the door of his heart, knocking on people's heart.

Neng Daliang yelled coldly: "Wei Jun, what are you doing here, to embarrass our Tunri Gang?"

In the dim candlelight, everything seemed to have become dead still.

Tun Ri helped his disciple take a step forward, and he was taking off his robe.The disciples of the Tunri Clan are all dressed in gold-colored brocade clothes, as if they are afraid that people will not see that the members of the clan are either rich or noble, but now the colorful and colorful robes fall at his feet, revealing a sword that is as black as the night Black satin jacket with sleeves.

A few steps forward, this time the people present can see a little more clearly.The man had a Langtou Tianyu iron knife on his waist, the knife was not out of its sheath, but it seemed to be bleeding.

The warm firelight reflected on his face, but it reflected a cold copper face.With a blue face and long fangs, his eyes are like lamps.

——That’s the Rakshasa ghost from Houtianlou.The evil ghost was full of dark energy, as if he stepped from a sea of ​​blood.

"What am I doing here?"

Everyone couldn't help being shocked, and saw the evil ghost stop unhurriedly, his eyes swept across the faces of the people present, and finally fell on Yan Jiubian like a scrutiny.

"I heard that someone wants to ask me to be the leader of the Martial League."

The black-clothed Rakshasa spoke sarcastically, his voice was hoarse and low, and there seemed to be a dark smile:

"...So, I came here."

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The title comes from Shi Shaotan's "Gatha 110, Part One of the Seven": "The Buddha's face is Yasha's heart, how acquainted."