Chapter 36 Jingkou talks about martial arts heroes
It's three o'clock in Garan Mountain Township.
Young and old men from the nearby ten miles and eight villages have now gathered in an open space outside the town. Hundreds of young and strong men, all dressed in shorts and with thick cloth belts wrapped around their fists,
The chest, abdomen and other vital parts are also equipped with gaskets made of grass and vines.
This kind of primitive protective gear can also have some resistance to blows.
There are even some brave men who are naked at the moment, revealing their black hair and tattoos. They tie up a few protective gears with belts and block their vital parts while pinching the joints between their fists and feet.
He made a noise while looking around, looking for potential opponents.
The women from the surrounding villages all came out in large numbers at this moment. They all sat around the earth platform in the outer circle, smiling and pointing at the men.
There were still many unmarried girls who blushed and lowered their heads when they looked at these muscular men, but from time to time they used the corner of their eyes to glance at the strongest and most manly men.
"Hey, Aunt Wang, why did you bring Xiao Hua here with you? Why, are you going to choose a good husband?"
"Hey, as you said, my little flower has already made an appointment with Erzhu from the neighboring village. She will marry him when she turns sixteen in two months. Isn't this the annual fighting meeting today?
How about letting her meet her future husband."
"Hey, Er Zhuzhu, that's a strong man from Qingniu Village. He's very strong. He can carry a two-ox plow by himself. If he hadn't punched Liu Da from Qili Village unconscious last year, I'd still be very optimistic about it.
Where is his."
"Hey, where did Liu Da go? He was the leader last year, why is he nowhere to be seen?"
"I don't know, could it be that the brother who was about to take office the day before yesterday offended the brother who was about to take office and ran away when he was afraid? Just like the year before last when he beat someone up, he ran to Guangling in the north of the Yangtze River for a few months, and then waited for the amnesty.
Come back."
The person who said this was a peasant woman named Li Xianglian. At this moment, she began to look around to find the whereabouts of Liu Yu. The old and young men and village women and local beauties who were watching the battle also looked around. After all, everyone knew that as long as Liu Yu
If Yu is here, basically the fighting king of the western part of the city will not fall into another family.
A strong man with gray hair, tall and thick, who looked to be in his forties, walked onto the stage with his head held high. He coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and cleared his throat. His voice was not too high, but every time
Everyone can hear clearly: "Young and old men from ten miles and eight villages, and elders from Jingkou, what day is it today?"
The people in the audience shouted in unison: "May 5th, the big competition!"
The strong man laughed and said: "Yes, the May 5th martial arts competition has been our rule in Jingkou since ancient times. Today is our 578th martial arts competition, or fighting conference. It is still the same as in previous years.
The time is one hour, starting from the fourth quarter now and ending at the fourth quarter noon."
"There are three rules. The first one is only allowed to be one-on-one, not several. Anyone who violates it will be disqualified from being the leader. The second rule is that no cheating is allowed, and no one is allowed to do anything. The third rule is that no one is allowed.
Copy the guy, gouge out his eyes, pinch his balls."
"We are all fellow villagers. We learn martial arts to strengthen our bodies in order to develop our skills and protect our country. But we must not hurt our harmony, and do not let any grudges arise from this competition. The loser lies on the ground and stretches out his two arms.
A finger is a beg for mercy, and he is not allowed to continue attacking, and he is also disqualified from fighting."
"Within one hour, the last person standing is qualified to represent our Jingkou West District and go to the town to determine the final leader. Do you understand?"
All the people shouted: "I understand, Mr. Hong!"
Mr. Hong nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, now, I announce that the 578th Jingkou Town Daxi District Fighting Conference will begin now!
" Before he finished speaking, a kick flew out from around him, but it was a white-skinned man in his thirties who had been eyeing him for a long time. With a shadowless foot, he kicked Hong Ye directly on the waist, knocking him
The kick sent him flying six or seven steps, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Mr. Hong's eyes widened and he yelled: "Sister Li San, if your grandma dares to sneak up on me, I'll give you a punch!"
As he spoke, he raised his fist as big as a sandbag and rushed towards the white-skinned man whom Louis had just attacked him.
And with the first move on the stage, the crowd below also exploded. Almost all the young and old men raised their fists and flew their legs. The fists were fierce and the leg hair was flying. In the whole square,
It suddenly turned into a super brawl involving hundreds of people.
Zhang Erzhu laughed loudly and punched out. Li Sanzi's face suddenly blossomed, and his whole body collapsed to the ground like a soft noodle. He seemed to be drunk, and his hands were shaking feebly.
He looked up and said incomprehensibly: "Hit, hit, here, lie down for me!"
Zhang Erzhuzi smiled and stretched out his fist, shaking it in front of Li Sanmazi: "Sanmazi, you are like this, do you still want to fight? Do you accept it?"
Li Sanzi's mouth and nose were bleeding, but his eyes were wide open. He tried his best to get up, but after struggling twice, he still couldn't get up. Finally, his head tilted and he fainted.
Zhang Erzhuzi stood up with a smile, bent his right arm inward, and the muscles of his upper arm burst out, and said with a smile: "Look at the thickest arm in Jingkou, who else dares to fight with me!"
Liu Yu's voice sounded coldly from behind him: "Er Zhuzhu, you've made your mark. It's not easy to defeat so many people today."
Zhang Erzhu's expression changed and he turned around, only to see Liu Yu with his upper body bare and his arms folded, looking at him with a smile. He stamped his feet bitterly: "You, when did you come?
Why didn't I see you at the beginning?"
Liu Yu smiled and waved his hand: "I have been here a long time ago, and I have been covering my face in the crowd. I just want to see what progress you have made this year. However, it seems that I am worrying too much, Erzhu, although you
You have made a lot of progress in practice, but you are still not my opponent."
Zhang Erzhu took a closer look and saw more than 20 strong men lying in a mess behind Liu Yu. They were all rolling around on the ground and howling like killing pigs. Obviously, these were what Liu Yu had just done.
A masterpiece.
In Liu Yu's hand, he was holding a piece of black cloth. This was probably the thing that was covering his face just now.
Only then did Zhang Erzhu realize that he and Liu Yu were almost the only two people still standing in the entire square.
Liu Muzhi on the side was already lying on the ground with a bruised nose and face. He looked at Zhang Erzhu and said with a smile: "Er Zhuzhu, don't fight. Why don't you take the initiative to lie down like me. This way you will receive less punches and kicks. No need."