Thinking back on the past six months, it feels like a dream.

First, she was rescued by Sanniang in the barren mountains and recognized her as her mother. And because she had the super power of the "Clan of Dark Night" in her body, she won the first place in the exam in one fell swoop.

Later, he was favored by the governor and became the governor's son-in-law.

What makes me feel most lucky is that Ms. Cao is gentle, pleasant, and knowledgeable. In which life was this blessing acquired?

Thinking of this, Du Wenlin couldn't help but laugh.

Moreover, he also met a classmate and friend, Lin Fengsheng.

Lin Fengsheng left a month ago, saying that he wanted to go back to his hometown to be with his parents, and would go to the capital to meet Du Wenlin later in the year.

Governor Cao specially prepared a large carriage for him. It was spacious and had a brocade quilt inside, making the journey extremely comfortable.

After crossing the Yellow River, we entered Henan in less than a day.

Cangzhou has always been a famous hometown of martial arts in the Central Plains, with many sects and popular martial arts among the people.

Although it is already early winter, you can still see some martial arts practitioners practicing shirtless martial arts on the roadsides and riversides.

Du Wenlin couldn't help but sigh, if scholars have the perseverance to practice martial arts, why do they always lose their reputation?

There was a large-looking village in front of it, and there was a threshing floor in front of the town. At this time, many people gathered in the field, forming a circle, not knowing what they were watching.

Du Wenlin was curious and wanted to learn about the local customs, so he asked the driver to stop.

When he came outside the crowd, he stood on tiptoes and looked into the middle.

There were about ten people in the field, divided into two groups, standing east and west.

There are six men on the east side. They are neatly dressed and sleek. They look like they are not short of money. They all carry swords and other weapons.

On the other hand, the eight people to the west were all dressed in coarse cloth, almost all with patches, no weapons, and bare-handed. One of the young women was slightly better dressed, but only without patches. She was quite good-looking, and even in coarse cloth it would be difficult to

Cover your pretty face.

Du Wenlin sighed secretly, he never expected that such an ordinary rural place could give birth to such a beautiful woman.

It seemed that two groups were competing in martial arts. Du Wenlin felt happy and happened to watch the excitement.

Standing in front on the east side is a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a slight moustache and a long, cold face.

At this time, he cupped his fists and said to the fifty-year-old man standing in front of him to the west:

"Master Bi, our leader has always admired you. The last time we sent two brothers, they were ordered by the leader to discuss with you the matter of joining the religion, and they promised you the position of the helmsman of Cangzhou. It's fine if you don't give me face.

It’s your fault for hurting them again!”

When the old man from Xishou heard this, his face turned red:

"Nonsense! When the two beasts heard that I didn't want to join the religion, they sneaked into my house in the middle of the night, used all kinds of dirty tricks to charm my daughter, and got her out of the room. I chased her out of the courtyard.

I ordered them to put the person down. Not only did they not listen, but they drew their swords at each other. They were injured by me and ran away. Let the old and young men around me comment on whose fault it is?"

The people around, young and old, watching the excitement were all talking:

"Not many people like this can be killed."

"Why did you let those two beasts run away? At least one of their legs had to be removed!"

The middle-aged man in the east looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Hahaha, it's you who didn't know how to praise first, and they made mistakes later. If you had agreed neatly, how could such unpleasant things have happened?"

When Du Wenlin heard what he said, he murmured in his heart: This is called a pure arrogance. Even if a person doesn't want to join your sect, he can't snatch his daughter in the middle of the night! How is such an act any different from a robber?

At this time, the girl standing at the west end turned red with anger and shouted:

"Dad, they are just looking for trouble today and they won't listen to the explanation at all. What else is there to say to them? Let's fight!"

The old man named Master Bi waved his hand to signal her not to be impulsive, and then said loudly to the middle-aged man:

"The Song Banner Master is here today. What kind of explanation are you going to ask for? Let's just draw the line."

The middle-aged man with a slight mustache, known as the "Song Banner Master", hugged his shoulders:

"The leader has given instructions. If Master Bi accepts the position of helmsman, he will forget the past and become one of his family members from now on." After saying that, he deliberately paused and looked at the other party without speaking.

"Otherwise?" Head Bi asked coldly.

"Otherwise, I'm sorry! Although your Yan Qing Sect is well-known in the world, justice is in the hearts of the people. Now that we are here and knowing that we are outmatched, we must seek an explanation for the brothers who were injured by you."

His words, "Justice comes from the heart," made Du Wenlin instantly sick. He said he never thought there would be such a shameless person in the world.

Master Bi was also very angry at his nonsense. He threw off his coat and wore only a white waistcoat. He walked to the center of the field, raised his head and said:

"I think that my Yanqing Sect has been inherited for hundreds of years. Although I cannot stand alone in the martial arts world, at least I have never been looked down upon by my colleagues, let alone threatened by anyone! Although I, Bi Zhengchuan, do not have the abilities of my predecessors, since I have been bullied, I can only

Carry it with all your might."

The Song flag leader waved his hand, and a man in his thirties behind him drew his sword and walked towards the center of the field.

From the queue to the west, a young man in his twenties wearing a gray short shirt walked out:

"Master asked me to deal with this group."

Master Bi was a little worried, but when he saw that there were still five people on the other side who had not moved, he went up, fearing that he would not be able to deal with them later.

So take two steps back:

"Be careful, don't be wary!"

The young man nodded, came to the court, held the stakes on defense, and waited for the opponent to attack.

The man's sword thrust straight at him, and it didn't look like he was going very fast.

When the young man waited for the tip of the sword to reach his body, he suddenly jumped sideways and struck his opponent's ribs with his right fist.

The sword seemed to move slowly, but when it got closer, it suddenly changed from stabbing to cutting, slashing from right to left and below.

The young man did not expect that the opponent would suddenly change his moves. He hurriedly retreated and narrowly avoided the danger of having his right arm cut off. He was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat.

The opponent was unyielding, and the sword light followed the opponent's figure and rolled over.

The young man gathered his energy and responded to the opponent's attack cautiously. His right hand turned into a dragon claw and constantly took advantage of the opportunity to grab the opponent's right arm holding the sword. His left hand used Yan Qingmen's lifting fist and his right hand attacked the opponent's ribs.

The two were evenly matched and entered a stalemate for a while.

It was the first time for Du Wenlin to see people fighting like this. He felt fresh and opened his eyes wide, fearing that he might miss a move.

Suddenly there was a muffled groan, and the man holding the sword took a few steps back, almost falling down, and barely managed to stand upright, covering his right ribs with his hand, a look of pain on his face.

He was punched in the ribs by the young man. He was probably seriously injured and could no longer fight.

The surrounding fellow villagers burst into cheers.

The leader of Song Banner had a stern look on his face and did not ask how the injured person was injured. He waved his hand and a young man in his twenties walked out from behind.

Although this man is young, he is tall and thick-set, with a sinewy face. He is dragging a thick-backed machete.

When he came to the field, without saying a word, he slashed at the young man with his knife.

The young man did not expect this man to attack suddenly, and was forced to scramble around the place, avoiding the blade.

The young man holding the knife was so strong that the knife was heavy. The knife was danced by him like a tiger, and the young man was in danger for a while.

"That young man holding the sword, who are you, the leader of the 'Five Tigers Cutting the Door Sword'?" Leader Song asked loudly.

It's a pity that the young man ignored him, as if he didn't hear him, and still chased the young man all over the field.

Suddenly there was a sound of "Ouch", and the young man sat down on the ground, groaning in pain.

Du Wenlin saw clearly that his right thigh was cut open by the tip of the machete, and the blood instantly stained the ground red.

The young man holding the knife hesitated for a moment, then raised the knife again in an instant, as if he wanted to kill him.

Head Bi was so eager to love his disciple that he rushed forward like a fierce tiger and struck the young man with a sword firmly on the back with a straight punch.

The young man did not expect to be attacked from behind. He fell more than two meters away and fell to the ground with a thud, and the machete came out of his hand.

"Hahaha, you surnamed Bi, you are so shameless that you attacked a young junior from behind." Song Banner Master scolded.

Master Bi blushed. He also knew that it was not very honorable to do so based on his status, but when he was in danger, he couldn't watch his apprentice being hacked to death in front of his eyes:

"Hmph, killing can only be done with a nod of the head. He was already seriously injured, but he insisted on killing him. I didn't expect to have such a vicious heart at such a young age." He pointed at the young man who had been helped by his accomplices to sit up.

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The Yan Qing Sect mainly focuses on boxing. As the leader, he has been immersed in boxing for decades. In a desperate situation, the force of a single blow is more than a hundred kilograms?

The young man was vomiting blood, his eyes were dull, and he saw more air coming out and less air coming in.

Head Bi couldn't bear it. He took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out a few red pills:

"This is our unique medicine for internal injuries. If you take it immediately, it won't kill you."

The other party took it and gave it to the young man.

"Old man, it seems that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin! I will grant you a favor today and remove Yanqingmen's name from the world from now on." The banner leader of the Song Dynasty waved his hand, and his men rushed towards the opponent with weapons in hand.

The Yanqing clan had more people than the other party, and they had the advantage of the master clan, so they were not afraid and came forward one after another.

When the people watching the excitement saw the group fight starting, they immediately retreated, fearing that they would be injured if they were blind.

Du Wenlin was originally standing on the outside, but when the people around him retreated, he reached the edge of the battlefield.

Head Bi met the leader of the Song Dynasty banner. A pair of fleshy palms faced off against a long, narrow-edged sword.

Yan Qing Quan emphasizes lightness, agility, flexibility and change. It also requires the coordination of eyes and kicks. The eyes must be focused and all directions must be considered. The kicks are powerful and clean.

When people in the world mention Bi Zhengchuan, the head of the Yanqing Sect, there are few dissatisfied people.

Because few people are confident that they can beat his pair of iron palms and fast legs.

But today I met the Song Banner Master. His long sword was so elusive that almost every time he used it, it was hard to guard against.

Use one palm and one leg together to achieve solid moves.

A sword is as powerful as the wind and as fast as lightning.

You come and I go, and I can’t tell the difference for the time being.

On the other side, the disciples of the Yan Qing Sect were in a bad situation. Although there were more people than their opponents, the opponents were all masters, so they were forced to just parry.

Two miserable howls sounded one after another, and two disciples were chopped down by knives and rolled on the ground in pain.

Master Bi was distracted and dodged for a moment, but a piece of flesh on his left shoulder was cut off by a long knife. The flesh and blood on his body was instantly blurred, and it was too horrible to look at.

"Dad!" The daughter saw her father in such a miserable state, her moves instantly became scattered, and she was suddenly forced back by her opponent.

Leader Bi's beard and hair stood out, he roared loudly, and pounced on the middle-aged man's long sword like a mad tiger, completely losing its control.

The middle-aged man had a ruthless expression on his face, and the tip of the knife moved forward, stabbing directly into his chest.

Sect leader Bi probably wanted to die with the opponent and defend the dignity of the sect with death, so he stopped dodging and hit the opponent with the wind in his fists.

Unfortunately, the fist is not as long as the knife after all. Before the fist reaches the body, the knife will penetrate the body.

Seeing this scene, the fellow villagers watching from the outside couldn't help but say "ah". After all, he was a great master and had a good reputation in the surrounding villages. Such a tragic death was indeed pitying.

Forget it, if the earthen jar is not broken away from the well mouth, the general will inevitably die in battle. He has practiced martial arts all his life, and dying by the sword today can be regarded as a worthy death.


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