A member of the Beggar Clan quickly passed through the restricted area and came to the Hangzhou branch of the Beggar Clan. Before he could take a breath, he bowed to the elder sitting at the head of the hall: "Elder Xu, have you heard?
?A martial arts conference is going to be held in Hangzhou City!"
"Oh? Who organized it? Which sect is it?" Elder Xu calculated with his fingers that no one had held a martial arts conference for more than ten years.
"It is said that he is a giant businessman from Jiangsu and Zhejiang who has a penchant for martial arts. This time he wants to recruit a master for his daughter. I heard that the top ten will all get money! The leader who wins in the end will receive a bonus of 5,000 taels of silver!" After he finished speaking,
I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.
"Humph, this is an opportunity to show off the power of the Beggar Gang. We must participate with all our strength!" Elder Xu's eyes lit up. After all, heroes are also human beings and have to eat. They usually have to take into account their chivalrous spirit and cannot worry about eating and drinking like bandits and robbers.
, and have to be brave enough to help the weak. Real heroes are often very poor.
At the same time, Shaolin, Wudang, Kongtong, Emei, Blood Demon Sect, Tianjian League, Tangmen, Dian Cang, Five Poison Sect and some small sects in the world all sent their experts to sign up. All of a sudden, all the people in Hangzhou City signed up.
The big inn was full of guests, and the business of teahouses, restaurants, brothels and casinos was booming.
In a restaurant, the four little sages of the Kongtong sect, Kong Jie, Zha Mi, Xu Tie, and Leng Yifeng, gathered together to drink a few drinks and then brag to each other about their martial arts skills. The frolics became louder and louder~
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Suddenly, a woman sitting next to them shouted: "Can you please keep your voice down? Don't you see our young leader is here?"
The young man sitting next to her was very kind: "Xiao Ling, you are not polite. We are all in the world, and it is inevitable to be bold and bold." After saying that, he stood up and said: "Come on, all the young talents of the Kongtong Sect,
Let’s have a drink!”
"As expected of Nangong Feihong, the young leader of the Tianjian Alliance~~, at first glance, he is different from the subordinates who pretend to be powerful~~ Although we may become opponents, we are willing to have a drink with you!" The Four Little Saints raised their bowls.
Drink it all in one gulp.
The maid named Xiaoling heard the thorn in her words and was about to get angry when she suddenly heard a few strange laughs from someone behind her!
The Four Little Saints of Kongtong clasped their fists: "May I ask you, sir, who your sect is? What's so funny?"
"Hmph~~ A bunch of wine bags and rice bags~~ They are obviously here to act as a foil, but they have to pretend to be so funny that they don't care about me. How can they not make people laugh?" A man wearing a gray robe and a bamboo hat on his head
What people say is very arrogant.
"You!" Fang Gang, the four little saints, could not bear such anger! They swarmed up and were ready to compete with the man in the hat, but were stopped by Nangong Feihong, "Everyone, we will see the result in the ring soon, why bother to do it in a hurry?"
"Hmph! For Master Nangong's sake, I'll let you live for two more days!" The Four Little Saints glared at the weirdo in the bamboo hat and went back to drink.
At this moment, someone else came in. As soon as they entered, everyone stood up and bowed their hands in salute. It turned out that Wu Ming, the head of the Bodhidharma Hall in Shaolin, also came with a group of disciples.
Wudang Qingyuan Taoist Priest who was drinking just nodded slightly when he saw them coming. After seeing them take their seats, he joked: "Master Wuming, don't monks pay attention to the four elements being empty? So you still have an ordinary mind~~
~Haha”
Wu Ming said without hesitation: "To be honest, the poor monk did it for money and status."
Seeing everyone looking at each other, he smiled and continued: "For the money, I want to use money to help the poor. For the name, I want to make Shaolin upright and spread the spirit of saving all sentient beings to help the world and save people. What? What's wrong?"
Because Shaolin has always been more popular than Wudang in the world, Taoist priest Qingyuan wanted to take the opportunity to tease the monk of Shaolin Temple. Unexpectedly, monk Wuming had a sharp tongue and made him answer the question. He snorted softly,
He turned around and looked at everyone.
When the waiters at the inn were about to close the door, another person came. He was in ragged clothes, had a weird hairstyle, and was carrying a weird-shaped weapon behind his back. The guys knew that he was someone they couldn't afford to offend, so they tried to persuade him.
: "Sir, I'm really sorry. All the superior guest rooms here are fully booked, and only the Datong room is available. Why don't you find another one?"
The visitor seemed to be struggling to speak: "I, it doesn't matter. I just have a place to stay." Just as the waiter was about to take him to the room, he asked again: "Is it from here?"
Organizing a martial arts conference~?”
"Sir, it seems that you are here to participate in the competition? Yes, this is the city of Hangzhou, and the martial arts competition will be held in three days! You are a little late, so hurry up and sign up tomorrow."
"Thank you~Thank you~" The weirdo bowed to the young man very politely. The young man also kept returning the bow.
Suddenly, two swordsmen from the Diancang sect who were drinking on the high platform saw him: "Isn't that the sword of the Fuso people? Why is there so much noise in this martial arts tournament? Are all the Fuso people here?"
"Could it be a Japanese pirate?"
"Probably not. There are many martial arts people here. The Japanese pirates are looking for death when they come. They are not that stupid."
This Fuso swordsman is called Minazuki Nobuno, and he is a member of the Minato clan, a famous samurai clan that was defeated by Fuso. At that time, after the Minamoto clan won an overwhelming victory over the Taira Kiyomori clan, there was a conflict within the Minamoto brothers. In the end, Minamoto Yoritomo defeated
His younger brother, Minamoto Yoshitsune, was killed and enslaved by the Minato clan who belonged to Minamoto Yoshitsune's side. Naomasa Minato was lucky enough to escape when the family suffered a disaster. His son, Nobutsu, was a child.
Strictly trained by his father, he traveled around the world when he grew up, constantly practicing swordsmanship, and became a famous swordsman in Fuso. One day he heard that the Tang Dynasty on the other side of the sea (the Japanese habitually call China the Tang Dynasty) has many powerful people.
swordsman, and even many Japanese martial arts were established based on the martial arts books that flowed into Japan during the Tang Dynasty. He took a merchant ship to China, but encountered Japanese pirates on the way (the Japanese pirates robbed them all regardless of whether they were from the Ming Dynasty or their own people) and
After a great battle, although the Japanese pirates were severely wounded, they lost all their belongings, so he had to work part-time as a laborer along the way. In a tavern, he heard a drunkard talk about the martial arts tournament and the prize money, so he wanted to come and meet the masters from the Central Plains.
Let's raise some money for traveling expenses.
At the same time, in a small hotel on the outskirts of Hangzhou, the proprietress was pointing at a swordsman and yelling: "What the hell kind of hero are you? You can't even get a few coins and you have the nerve to say that you'll have all the good wine and food?"
Do you think I’m easy to bully? Are you going to eat the King’s meal?”
The swordsman said with a playful smile: "Gorgeous lady boss, don't worry, the martial arts competition will be held in three days, and I will have money. You can keep asking me for a few more days~~~."
But the landlady didn't have the patience to listen and took him out: "Get out! The food and wine will be eaten by dogs! If you don't have money, you want to stay in a hotel? No way!"