Cloud of the Qing Dynasty

Although Qin Wuqi said some words of encouragement, and some people were aroused to fight against injustice because of Wei Fantian's arrogance and the casualties at the scene, the number of people willing to join the Wulin League was still much less than expected.

Even some people who had already asked to join just now pretended to be dead shamelessly when Jinghong Villa began to register their names.

Qin Wuqi was not very worried about this, because the most important nine sects in this alliance did not shrink back because of Wei Fantian's arrogance. Afterwards, the situation is obviously favorable to the Tongmenghui, and there will still be many people who join midway.

It was some other problems that really gave Qin Wuqi a headache.

The small island where Jinghong Villa is located is surrounded by water, and the only way out is a pontoon bridge. The martial arts arena is set up in a large open space next to the villa, and there are loyal iron guards guarding it along the way. Then, how did Wei Fantian get here? To this island?

Even if he was able to cross the water from Dengping with his strong martial arts, he would still be spotted by the iron guards on duty at various posts, not to mention that he was accompanied by four women in white clothes and such a heavy rifle. Chariot, how could it be possible to suddenly appear next to Jinghong Villa without making a sound?

If this matter is not found out as soon as possible, today he can make trouble unexpectedly, and tomorrow he can freely come and go on the island as he pleases, wantonly assassinating or poisoning the people in Jinghong Villa.

He could even take advantage of Qin Wuqi and others to go out and when the defense in the villa was empty, he would suddenly appear with a large number of followers of the Red Lotus Sect and attack Jinghong Villa.

***

But these are all things that Qin Wuqi has to worry about, no matter what, the real martial arts competition finally kicked off.

In fact, no one watched the first few matches, and everyone sat in their seats chatting about what happened just now.

Zhang Chi found a handkerchief, and carefully wrapped a handful of black unknown substance in his hand.

Long Jiu also saw it, and asked curiously, "Is this the ashes from the explosion just now?"

"Well, I took advantage of the chaos and grabbed a handful from the place where the walking chariot exploded. When the time comes, I'll take it back and show it to my colleagues in the bag. Maybe someone can tell what it's made of."

"What do you think this could be?" Long Jiu asked, "I don't believe that this is really the magic of the Red Lotus Sect."

Zhang Chi thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I know that the Tangmen in the middle of Shu has developed a thunderbolt bomb, which will make a loud noise like this after being ignited, but the power is not so powerful, and it is mainly used to scare people by surprise. People. Thunderbolt Thunderfire bombs are filled with a black powder called 'dynamite'. I wonder if the Red Lotus Sect used something similar to dynamite this time, or simply dynamite. I have produced it before. After thinking like this, if the Thunderbolt Thunderbolt of Tangmen is made very large, and some barbed wire, iron nails, etc. are added to it, the power of the blast will be astonishing. The walking chariot of this explosion just confirmed my idea."

Long Jiu also thought this idea was good: "It's kind of interesting, brother Zhang Chi, why don't you just give it a try."

Zhang Chi smiled wryly and shook his head: "I can only think about it. Thunderbolt, thunder and fire bombs can be bought from Tangmen for money, but the formula of this explosive is their secret. Getting the secret recipe in your hands is as difficult as climbing the sky."

Long Jiu suggested: "If the Red Lotus Sect really used dynamite this time, you can also join the alliance this time and try to see if you can get this secret recipe from the Red Lotus Sect. It's much easier to do that over there."

Zhang Chi nodded: "I think so too."

***

The two little girls beside Zhang Chi were exchanging uninspiring topics, and Bao Qiqiao expressed emotion: "That Wei Fantian is so handsome, I'm going to be drunk by his temperament, and his martial arts are so powerful!"

Shangguan Ling muttered: "Who is Grand Master Tianxuan who is handsome, and Grand Master Tianxuan is also very powerful. I saw Wei Fantian being chased straight away by Grand Master Tianxuan."

"That's not the same, don't you feel that he exudes a kind of evil charm?" Bao Qiqiao held his face and said yearningly, "Even if you are chased by your uncle, it is because of his integrity." There are so many people, and everyone is besieging him without talking about the morals of the world."

"He's here to make trouble, not to fight in the ring. What kind of morals are there to talk about with such a big villain?" Shangguan Ling couldn't understand, "Why do you always like this kind of evil person? He doesn't look like a good person, unlike Grand Master Tianxuan, not only is he good-looking, he also has a sense of justice."

"Ling'er, you are still too naive." Bao Qiqiao shook her finger and said, "Do you think all those decent heroes are as decent as they appear on the surface? Let me see the shameless and filthy real faces behind many decent heroes, those hypocrites are hundreds of times more hateful than the real bad guys."

Because there is nothing to watch in the martial arts competition, Zhang Chi also came over and interjected: "Miss's words are a bit unreasonable. As long as it is an individual, it is more or less selfish. Is it true that everyone who is decent is a little bit selfish?" Does it have to be a saint with high morals and no selfishness? A hypocrite should pay attention to morality at least on the surface, which is better than evil people who kill and set fire everywhere and have no worries at all."

Bao Qiqiao was unconvinced and said: "But people in the evil faction at least have the true nature of daring to love and hate, unlike those hypocrites who smile politely in front of them, and they might stab you when they turn around, making people hard to guard against." .”

Long Jiu smiled and shook his head: "Little girl, let me give you an analogy. There are also many arrests in the imperial court who accept bribes and corrupt the law, but on the surface they still act like they are enforcing the law impartially. There is no doubt that such a policeman is a hypocrite. According to what you said, if you accidentally run into this kind of hypocrite policeman who is acting on the surface and behind the scenes, it is better to meet a group of people who want to kill Is it reasonable to kill Jiangyang bandits who want to rob whenever they want, don't care about their own reputation at all, and have no hypocrisy in their words and deeds?"

Shangguan Ling asked curiously: "Brother Nine, aren't you also a policeman, why are you talking bad things about him?"

"Just to be honest, there are indeed quite a few arresters like this in Dachen at present, and sometimes I am very angry with them, but at least I know that no matter how bad a catcher is, it is better than Jiangyang robbers who kill people and set fire at will. many."

Zhang Chi also said: "That's true, but sometimes this world is so strange. People who have done good deeds all their lives, if they make a wrong step one day, they will lose all their previous work and never recover. On the contrary, there are some people who kill people like Ma Tu village and exterminate their clans." Evil person, if one day a sudden kindness saves a child or something, people will think that this person's nature is not bad, and the previous crimes can be written off."

"That's right, this is really a puzzling thing." Long Jiu smiled wryly and shook his head.

Bao Qiqiao was speechless, and after a while she mumbled: "Anyway, in short, a hypocrite is bad, isn't it?"

Zhang Chi said: "Of course hypocrites are not good, but they are much better than real villains. Even if they only obey the rules on the surface, they will cause less harm than people who don't even obey the rules on the surface."

Bao Qiqiao was still struggling: "Then what if you are deceived by a hypocrite's tricks on the surface?"

"Be careful yourself." Zhang Chi said, "Don't simply draw a line to divide people into good people and bad people. If you think they look like good people, trust them completely and take no precautions. Otherwise, you won't be deceived by hypocrites. what?"

***

While they were chatting here, the third match had already been played in the arena.

There was nothing special to watch in the first three games, until the fourth game when Mu Liuyun played.

He picked up a sword from the weapon rack, and jumped onto the ring.

Jinghong Villa specially created a lot of swords of different sizes, lengths, and weights for this martial arts conference. First, to prevent some people from overpowering their opponents by relying on the advantages of magical weapons. Second, these swords are not sharpened. , It can also largely avoid unnecessary casualties in the competition field.

What Mu Liuyun is holding now is an ordinary iron sword that weighs as much as the Zhishui sword. The blade is painted with a red paint. As long as it stabs someone, it will leave an obvious mark. The referees will Use this as the basis for judging winning or losing.

In fact, with Mu Liuyun's seniority in the Shangqing Palace and his own martial arts, no one would say anything even if he airborne directly to the finals. Only then did he deliberately let him start from the preliminaries, and when he reached the finals step by step, he could at least compete with more than 30 different opponents.

Soon his opponent also took the stage, that is a big man who wields a sword, his name is Yan Jin, nicknamed Yan Laosi.

That Yan Laosi cupped his fists and said: "Please." He couldn't wait to attack.

Mu Liuyun dodged a few moves first, seeing that this man's martial arts was really nothing special, so he decided to make a quick fight. He avoided a fierce slash, and put the iron sword on Yan Laosi in front of him. neck.

Yan Laosi didn't know what he was thinking, he pushed away his sword blade, and the big knife cut up from bottom to top, forcing Mu Liuyun back.

Everyone in the referee's seat could see clearly that Yan Laosi should have lost from just now. If it was an actual battle, his throat could be cut by half a point with the sword. Blade continued to fight, which was obviously playing a rogue.

But before they had time to say anything, the impatient Mu Liuyun had already crossed the sword, and slapped Yan Laosi's face flatly with the spine of the sword as if flying a fly.

Yan Laosi was shot by this force and rushed out for several steps but couldn't hold back the momentum, and fell directly off the ring. Except for an area of ​​his face that was obviously dyed red by the paint, which was equivalent to the width of the iron sword, he was still tall. swelled up.

Some people laughed aloud because of his embarrassment, and more people turned their attention back to the competition ring because of the quick victory and defeat.

The author has something to say: This chapter was supposed to be a special session for technical nerds who pay equal attention to beauty and strength, but the warm-up program "Listening to Chi Tailang Reasoning" accidentally took up too much space, so I just wrote it here. Let's do it~