[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

The next day, the competition between the major factions to compete for Xie Xun and the Dragon Saber officially began.This time, even Chan Master Kongzhi was gone, and only a few old monks from the Bodhidharma Hall came forward to preside over the contest.Both the Wudang School and Mo Shenggu have faintly noticed the various strangeness of the Shaolin School, but the masters of each school are all bewitched by Xie Xun and the Dragon Saber, and they don't realize it, they are only eager to fight in the battle.However, in this competition, there are only three people besides Zhang Wuji who shine in the end.Those who pay attention to boxing skills are fascinated by Mo Shenggu's mighty Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms; those who pay more attention to swordsmanship already know that there is no hero in the world who can beat the long sword in Song Qingshu's hands.The martial arts of these two people are solid, everyone knows that it is a skill that has been practiced day and night, and everyone admires it in their hearts.There is only one person whose martial arts are advancing by leaps and bounds, his moves are erratic, and his body and footwork are like ghosts, which makes people feel uncomfortable.This person is Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei School.

In this competition, everyone has already agreed that each person has won two rounds, so they must come down to rest.The martial arts competition started at the hour of Chen, and there were a total of eight people in the arena divided into four pairs to compete.By the time of application, Zhou Zhiruo in the third match and Mo Shenggu in the fourth match could no longer challenge each other.The heroes stretched their necks and waited for the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to compete with the White Python Whip, but Mo Shenggu's expression changed suddenly, he suddenly sighed: "A good man doesn't fight with a woman!"

Everyone knows that Zhang Zhenren of the Wudang School had an old relationship with Guo Xiang, the founder of the Emei School, and he always treated the Emei School with courtesy.And Mo Shenggu, as the Seven Heroes of Wudang, has seldom fought with women since he came out of the rivers and lakes. Although he made such a decision, everyone was slightly disappointed, but he knew it was reasonable.However, once Mo Shenggu left, what Zhou Zhiruo had to face next was Song Qingshu who just won the last challenger in the second round.

The heroes were full of anticipation to watch the Taiji swordsmanship match against Emei martial arts, but Song Qingshu only took one look at Zhou Zhiruo, and immediately turned away.The Wudang faction handed over two matches in a row, the heroes were not willing to agree, they immediately booed and forced Song Qingshu to compete.Seeing that the crowd was turbulent and unstoppable, the old monk in charge of judging also grabbed Song Qingshu and persuaded him: "Song Shaoxia, just now the Seven Heroes of the noble sect, Mo Benefactor, has given way. If you give in again, it will be difficult to convince the crowd."

Song Qingshu really didn't intend to intervene between Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo. He glanced at Zhang Wuji who was standing on the sidelines with his hands behind his back, and then at Zhou Zhiruo who had a cold posture. Rather, I really can't beat Sect Leader Zhou."

Song Qingshu voluntarily conceded defeat, but Zhou Zhiruo was finally moved, and bowed to Song Qingshu and said, "Senior Brother Song, I accept it."

How did you know that Song Qingshu turned away sideways, refused to accept her salute, and said sternly: "If you lose, you lose, if you win, you win, there is nothing you can't let go." After finishing speaking, he didn't even look at Zhou Zhiruo, and just clasped his fists around With a salute, he exited the court neatly.

Song Qingshu had just fought several times in a row, and his swordsmanship was superb. Although Zhou Zhiruo's whip technique was weird, it was obviously not as good as Song Qingshu's in terms of hard work.Therefore, even though Song Qingshu said so, all the people with vision in the martial arts already secretly knew that if these two people really fought, Zhou Zhiruo might not necessarily be Song Qingshu's opponent.Thinking of Guangmingding, the former head of the Emei Sect Miejue Shitai personally made a marriage contract, but Zhou Zhiruo chose Zhang Wuji.The heroes suddenly knew that Song Qingshu gave up today, even though it was to remember the old love, but it was to cut off the old love after all.As the saying goes, those who abandon me should not stay in the day of yesterday.

There were three people from the Wudang faction, Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting knew that their nephew was good at swordsmanship, and they wanted to make him shine, so they watched from the sidelines and never ended the competition.Seeing Song Qingshu admitting that he couldn't beat Zhou Zhiruo now, the two uncles looked a little ugly.Yu Lianzhou was cold and serious by nature, and he was the most stern to Song Qingshu. Seeing his end, he immediately asked in a low voice: "Are you really Zhou Zhiruo's opponent?" frown. "Qingshu, answer me after you think it through!"

Yu Lianzhou's prestige was very strong, Song Qingshu dared to lie to each other, he was suffocated, and then he replied: "Last night, I had a competition with Master Zhou."

Yu Lianzhou thought about Zhou Zhiruo's thank you, and immediately snorted dissatisfiedly, and said: "You treat her with kindness."

"Why did Second Uncle say that?" Song Qingshu sighed helplessly, "Miss Zhou is Wuji's favorite after all. If I was hurt by Miss Zhou, Wuji would probably be unable to seek justice for me; but if I accidentally hurt Zhou Girl, Wuji must stand up for the person he likes. After thinking about it, I will suffer, so it is better not to fight."

"Nonsense!" Yu Lianzhou's face turned cold, and he immediately scolded.

But Yin Liting, who was sitting on the side, couldn't help but burst into laughter at this moment, pointing at Song Qingshu and saying: "You! You are messing around! You are narrow!"

Yin Liting smiled, how could Yu Lianzhou hold back.He has a good nature, he didn't want to lose his dignity in front of Song Qing's writing, so he just turned his face to the side, and after a long time turned around, he said leisurely: "When we return to Wudang, first copy the "Tao Te Ching" ten times!"

Song Qingshu was startled when he heard that, and cried out: "Second Uncle!"

"Twenty times!" Yu Lianzhou cut him off with a condensed expression, "Thirty more pleadings!" Noticing that Song Qingshu opened his mouth in vain and then lowered his head listlessly, Yu Lianzhou finally couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.His eyes turned to the field again, Zhang Wuji had already fought Zhou Zhiruo.Although Zhou Zhiruo's whipping technique is like a ghost, Zhang Wuji's holy fire makes martial arts also unpredictable. Seeing the two of them fighting more and more fiercely, Yu Lianzhou couldn't help but gradually frowned, and suddenly sighed in a low voice: "Wuji and Master Zhou There was a marriage contract, but now it's hard to undo it?"

Song Qingshu has memories of his previous life and has learned Zhou Zhiruo's whipping techniques, so he naturally knows that although Zhou Zhiruo's moves are weird, his skills are mediocre.And Zhang Wuji has practiced the Nine Suns Magic Art, and his internal strength is already unprecedented.If Zhou Zhiruo can't catch him by surprise, he will be defeated by Zhang Wuji sooner or later.However, Zhou Zhiruo was furious when Zhang Wuji regretted his marriage and left with Zhao Min. If Zhang Wuji still refuses to give in today, it may be difficult to make Zhou Zhiruo change his mind.Thinking of this, Song Qingshu said bluntly: "If Wuji is willing to let her give way today, it will naturally be calm. I'm afraid..."

Before Song Qingshu finished speaking, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly shook the white python's whip, forming large and small circles, wrapping Zhang Wuji in circles.Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo was about to win this match, Zhang Wuji condensed his breath, let out a long cry, and with a forceful struggle with both arms, the whole white python whip broke inch by inch. aside.

Just now, Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu gave way to Zhou Zhiruo just because they thought of Master Zhang's affection for the Emei Sect.Seeing Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo fighting, the heroes only thought that Zhang Wuji was thinking about his promise with Zhou Zhiruo, and would let her give way.Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji didn't leave any pity and pity in his heart, so he injured such a beautiful woman like a flower and a jade.There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone stood up, staring at Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo in dumbfounded.As for Zhang Wuji's victory in this match, he can take Xie Xun back to get the Dragon Slaying Saber, and everyone's plan to avenge Xie Xun's revenge fell through, and instead they left it behind.The situation took such a sudden turn, Song Qingshu was astonished. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said to himself: "I really am not as good as him!"

Zhou Zhiruo's fall was quite hard, her complexion was pale, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, and she couldn't get up for a long time.Seeing this, several female disciples of the Emei Sect hurried forward to help her, and cursed angrily, "Men are so lucky."

Zhang Wuji had no time to care about him, he just stood on the field with his hands behind his back and raised his voice and asked: "Which other hero is here to teach you?" He asked three times in a row, but the field was completely silent.

At this time, the sun was already slanting to the west, and the sky was about to darken. Zhang Wuji waited on the field for a while, but still no one stepped forward.The old monk from the Nadharma hall came out, put his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said in a loud voice: "Mingjiao advocates that martial arts are the best in the world. Is there any hero who refuses to accept it?" The old monk asked the same question three times , There was no answer on the field, and all the Mingjiao disciples showed joy on their faces.The old monk said again: "Xie Xun, the golden-haired lion king, is imprisoned in the back mountain. It is already dark today. In the afternoon of tomorrow, the old monk will lead Master Zhang to open and release the prisoner. Then we will see Master Zhang, who is unique in the world." martial arts."

Hearing what the old monk said, it was obvious that there would be a battle tomorrow, and all the heroes were as confused as Zhang Er King Kong, even Song Qingshu couldn't help but let out a "huh".Only Zhang Wuji knew the plot of the original work, so he just smiled and said nothing.

At this time in the previous life, Song Qingshu had already been slapped by Yu Lianzhou, and he was half dead.Therefore, Song Qingshu has no idea who will finally win the "No. [-] in the world" and what will happen in the mountain behind Shaolin Temple tomorrow.Considering that Abbot Kongwen did not appear in the lion-slaying meeting, and that the Beggar Clan was nearly exterminated when he preached Yuanzhen's murder of Shi Huolong, Song Qingshu was even more suspicious.He had something on his mind, so he inevitably fell into the habit of not thinking about food and drink, and he walked out of the door again before taking a few sips of dinner, wandering around.

Song Qingshu wandered aimlessly all the way, unknowingly, he came to the apse of Shaolin Temple, and walking forward was the Zen room where Shaolin disciples rested.Thinking of the fact that Abbot Kongwen also came to visit him in person after the battle of Wan'an Temple, Song Qingshu cheered up and prepared to go to pay respects.Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked outside the abbot's house where the abbots of Shaolin lived, he was already stopped at the gate by several Shaolin disciples.Song Qingshu saw seven or eight Shaolin disciples standing outside the door, heavily guarded, not as if they were guarding the abbot, but as if they were guarding the abbot, he felt suspicious, immediately smiled calmly, bowed and said: "Wudang faction Song Qingshu asks to see Zen Master Kongwen, please let me know."

The leader of a Shaolin disciple also had an awe-inspiring expression when he heard his self-reported family name.In today's martial arts competition, Song Qingshu's Wudang swordsmanship was so proficient that everyone was amazed. The Shaolin disciple knew that he was not easy to provoke, so he put his hands together and replied respectfully: "Master Abbot is sick, so he must have passed the illness. He confessed that he would not see him this morning." Guest, please forgive Song Shaoxia."

Unexpectedly, just after he finished his polite manners, Song Qingshu raised his head proudly, and said proudly: "People who practice martial arts, what are you afraid of getting sick? I heard that Abbot Kong has an appointment with me, please let me know. Even if the abbot doesn't see anyone else, he will never see me, Song Qingshu!"

Song Qingshu was so dishonest, the Shaolin disciple's complexion suddenly became a little ugly.But at this time, another Shaolin disciple wearing a gray monk robe suddenly came to the middle door, holding a food plate in his hand, greeted the two Shaolin disciples guarding the door, and walked into the inner courtyard.Because there is still quite a distance from the middle gate to the gate, and there are many Shaolin disciples standing between the two gates, the Shaolin disciple who delivered the food had never seen Song Qingshu, but Song Qingshu recognized him at a glance.This person is none other than the rich boss he had dealt with when he was in Qinling.But it's been a year since I've seen him. Not only did this wealthy boss change his mind and stop ruling in the green forest, he even became a monk and willingly worked as a servant serving tea and water. Song Qingshu was really surprised.

He knew that this matter was no small matter, he heard the Shaolin disciple urging him to leave again, and immediately walked down the road, pretending to be angry, sneered twice, and said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, Song will not bother you! As for the meeting between Abbot Kongwen and the Wudang faction a few days ago, let it go!" After speaking, he threw off his sleeves and strode away.

The Shaolin disciple was really surprised when he heard Song Qingshu's sentence "meeting with the Wudang sect", he hurried up a few steps, and persuaded him: "Song Shaoxia, please stay! It turns out that Song Shaoxia has other important things to do on this trip, and the little monk is overstepping, is it okay?" Ask the last question..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingshu's face turned cold, and he scolded: "Since you know that you are overstepping, why bother to ask? It is related to the future of Shaolin martial arts, so you dare to ask about anything? Master Kongwen won't see me today, so I will kiss you in the future Go to Wudang and see my Grand Master!" He walked away without saving any face.

Seeing Song Qingshu leave, the Shaolin disciple couldn't help revealing a savage and resentful look on his face. After a long while, he suddenly turned his head and whispered a few words with several Shaolin disciples beside him, and hurried into the inner courtyard.

However, he didn't know that Song Qingshu didn't actually leave, but quietly went around to the abbot's abode, picked up the ladder cloud and used light skills, and sneaked into the inner courtyard without a sound.This abbot's abode occupies quite a large area, and there are dozens of meditation rooms in the inner courtyard. Song Qingshu has never been to Shaolin, and he doesn't know where Kong Wen's meditation room is, and he can't even be sure whether Kong Wen is really in the meditation room.Just as he was at a loss, he heard a sudden "squeak" from a Zen room not far to the left, and the door was pushed open.Song Qingshu hurriedly dodged and hid in the room, watching the rich boss in monk robes go out with an empty food plate, before he stepped forward to check inside.

Unexpectedly, he only took two steps when the "Fengmen acupoint" on his back suddenly went numb, and he couldn't move immediately.Song Qingshu's current martial arts is already at the first-class level in the martial arts. To have someone sneaking up on him from behind but he doesn't know anything about it, this person's martial arts is really extraordinary.Song Qingshu's heart was shocked, before he could figure out who this person was, he was suddenly covered by that person and walked back to the room with his arms around his waist.

Smelling the familiar aura of that person, Song Qingshu's heart immediately relaxed.After a while, I saw a group of Shaolin disciples walking past the house where Song Qingshu was hiding. If he hadn't retreated in time, he might have been discovered.The team of Shaolin disciples patrolling back and forth had just left, Song Qingshu felt his back loosen, obviously the acupoints had been released, he exhaled lightly, turned his head and asked, "Why is Uncle Seven here?"

Mo Shenggu followed along all the way because he was worried about Song Qingshu. Hearing Song Qingshu's question, he immediately gave him an annoyed look and reprimanded him in a low voice, "What can you do if you act so hastily?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help smiling when he heard the words, and just wanted to answer, "Isn't there still Seventh Uncle?", but felt too intimate, so he just bowed his head and remained silent.

Seeing that Song Qingshu seemed to have bowed his head to be taught, Mo Shenggu didn't waste his time talking, and asked again: "What agreement do we have with Shaolin, I don't know?"

Song Qingshu laughed dryly, and replied: "Moyue is nothing but a promise!"

It was only then that Mo Shenggu realized that Song Qingshu's words were just to frighten the snake. He likes to fish in troubled waters, and immediately said angrily: "Your lies are really casual, and they seem to be the same."

As soon as Mo Shenggu said this, Song Qingshu didn't know how to answer, so he remained silent for a while.

Fortunately, Mo Shenggu also knew that this was not the time to talk about these things. Seeing the situation inside and outside Abbot Kongwen's meditation hall, if he could still believe that Abbot Kongwen was just sick, then he would not be able to take on the important task of being the leader of the Beggars' Sect.He sighed in a low voice, and said: "Let's go, go and see what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of the Shaolin school!" After saying that, he walked to the meditation room that the rich boss had just left.

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