Chapter 555 Under the Yique Mountain, the Martial Arts Conference
Yique gathers chivalrous spirit and sets banners in all directions.
The Yishui River is tens of feet wide, and the mountain breeze is cool and ripples with green waves, making it wild and rough.
A five-foot-square wooden platform rests firmly on the water, which is the square platform used for martial arts performances. A plank road in Taitung is more than six feet wide, connecting the wooden platform to the water bank. Where the plank road meets the shore, a gate several feet high stands majestically.
It is so majestic that it is not inferior to the two mountains.
To the east of the gate, at the foot of Xiangshan Mountain, is a long pavilion built of bamboo, wood, masonry and stone. The wooden pillars are thick, the red paint is fresh, the eaves spread wide, and the miscellaneous trees provide shade. In the long pavilion, there are neatly placed thirteen
There are high-back armchairs, and a futon of proper size is spread on the chair surface. Dozens of warrior monks stand outside the Changxuan, holding eyebrow-level sticks in their hands, surrounding the Changxuan, and standing quietly in front of the pillars, like clay sculptures.
Between Changxuan and Yuanmen is a semi-circular campus. Not only were the weeds and gravel cleared away, but a layer of fine sand and gravel was also paved and flattened with gravel, giving it a completely new look.
On this day, the sun was high on the top of Dongshan Mountain. It happened to be the ninth day of April, the day when the "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" kicked off.
However, around that time, many knights and martial arts sects came one after another. Under the guidance of some Zhike monks sent by Xiangshan Temple, they gathered in groups on the campus.
There are elite sects who have hired horses, donkeys and mules to rush here early in the morning, there are also lone knights who are galloping here on horseback, whipping up their whips, and even more warriors who are wearing worn-out boots and walking here.
.Although they were all dripping with heat and sweat, no one showed signs of fatigue, and there was a strong fighting spirit in their eyes.
It was too early at this moment, and the group of knights and warriors who came to the campus were all carrying weapons and looking around in boredom: the square platform was wide and heavy, the wooden plank road was straight and slender, the gate was towering, the long pavilion was lying horizontally, and the large square was as broad as a stone.
The school field is full of rangers in different costumes...
In less than two cups of tea, the group of warriors who came to the "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" all focused their attention on the thirteen armchairs under the Changxuan.
A few rangers were so curious that they couldn't bear it any longer. They walked closer and asked the guarding monks if they could sit on the armchairs that had been prepared. After all, once the "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" started, it was not known how many days it would take to finish.
.If he had been standing and watching the battle, let alone the wind and the sun, his legs, which had been cold for more than ten years, might not be able to withstand it.
When the monks heard this, they all laughed and said nothing. No matter how hard they tried, they refused to let these people enter the pavilion.
One of the rangers was so angry that he pulled out his saber with a clang, and tried to force his way in. The rangers on both sides hurriedly held him back and looked at the monks who had gathered after hearing the sound. They bowed to apologize and clasped their fists to bow. These monks
Then gradually dispersed.
At this time, a monk wearing a brocade cassock slowly walked up to a few people, put his hands together and apologized: "I'm sorry, knights! Although the momentum of this 'Shendu Martial Arts Conference' is not small, it is extremely
The expense should not be excessive. Therefore, this long pavilion was simply built to provide shade for a few important people to watch the ceremony.
Therefore, among these armchairs, three seats are reserved for the Yuan Xiang of the current dynasty, the Prince of Xiping County, and Henan Yin, and two seats are reserved for the leaders of Shi and Taoism. The remaining eight seats require mutual consultation among the sects.
, select the elders of the martial arts world who are skilled in martial arts and are young and virtuous, and sit among them, and a monk will come over to bring tea and water..."
After hearing this, the angry ranger turned red and white, and said even more angrily: "Oh! Monk! What you said clearly means that I am not qualified to sit in that chair, right? Humph! I have to sit on that chair today, right?
Take a seat!"
Before he finished speaking, the ranger's sword was powerful, and everyone saw a dazzling white light flash past, followed by several "buzzing" sounds of the sword. It was like thunder and thunder, all coming at the same time, covering the monk in an instant.
Although several of the onlookers were still trying to persuade him, they made no move to stop him, and there was a strange look in their eyes. Apparently they wanted to take advantage of this person's reckless behavior to test the depth of the monk at Xiangshan Temple.
As for those eight seats, if you can win one, you will naturally be proud of yourself. Even if you can't win, there is nothing to be depressed about. After all, the world is too big and capable people come out in large numbers. Generally, those who stand out will not have sects and factions to rely on.
It’s just that you have encountered some amazing opportunity. If you don’t have both, you still want to be a blockbuster, but it’s just a fool’s dream!
Sure enough, although the warrior with the sword was powerful, he could not last more than two breaths before he was kicked on the waist by the monk's "leg under the robe". He and the sword were thrown upside down three feet away. When he got up again
, but couldn't help but spit out a big mouthful of yellow water with a "wow" sound.
The other rangers rubbed their eyes, stared at the kind-faced monk in front of them in disbelief, and stammered: "No, I don't know... what do you call this Zen master?"
The Zen master straightened the wrinkles on his cassock, clasped his palms together, and said with a loud smile: "Amitabha! The poor monk, whose name is Lingzhen, lives in the supervisory position of Xiangshan Temple. On the orders of the abbot and senior brother, I came here first to talk with you.
Heroes from all walks of life meet each other."
His words seemed to be in response to several people, but in fact, his voice was loud and loud, spreading throughout the school grounds, and soon there was a rumbling echo between the two mountains. It also drowned out the noise in the campus, causing the crowd of heroes to look at each other. Zen Master Lingzhen
Seeing everyone looking at him, he got what he wanted, and then said,
"This fact is due to the negligence of the temple and it was not explained to all the heroes. According to the consensus of Luoyang Gongmen, Junmen, Shimen, and Taoistmen, a bamboo and wood long pavilion was specially built to watch the fighting. Because the pavilion is cramped, so
We can only spread out eight seats, and people from all sects and sects are invited to sit together and watch the ceremony. There are so many things going on in the 'Martial Arts Conference', and the preparations of this temple are very poor. I hope you can forgive me!"
After Zen Master Lingzhen of the Xiangshan Temple said this, the heroes immediately let out a "boom" and started to condemn him. Zen Master Lingzhen did not argue anymore, but just stood silently aside, enduring the endless curses of the heroes with different accents.
Voice.
The group of knights cursed for a long time, feeling bored, but found that there were a lot more people on the campus. The "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" had not yet officially started, but this little episode was spread quickly among the crowd.
Come on. Cursing is inevitable, but more voices are discussing:
There are not only a thousand but also hundreds of these knight-errants and heroes from all over the world. Which sect, which sect, or which famous knight is qualified to enter the Changxuan? With Gong, Jun, Shi and Tao
Are the four doors on equal footing?
Just when everyone was talking about it and couldn't agree on what to do, a loud laugh came from the north: "Eight wooden chairs are vacant, are they just waiting for me, the 'Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou', to sit on them?"
The group of heroes followed the sound and saw eight tall men with wide robes and big sleeves, bare chests and bare feet, with disheveled hair, walking broadly. The water wind blew by, their long hair was like willows, and their clothes were flying, which was quite a bit strange.
The legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
But the words he spoke were really too wild, and he regarded the heroes of the world as nothing, which immediately aroused public anger.
The first one among the heroes to jump out was a woman with a stunning appearance. But when she saw her raised eyebrows, open teeth, and pointed her jade hand, she immediately cursed: "Bah! What's the 'Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou'? They are clearly the frog in the well. No."
It’s so good that I stayed in Huainan, but when I came here, I was so arrogant!”
The men on the side were just stunned and stunned, and someone suddenly laughed and echoed: "The Master of Huagu scolded me so much! I, Xiong Baisha, also saw these people's crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes. They were really unsightly, so calling them 'frogs in the well' would be polite!"
It’s obviously a wishful thinking toad! Hahahaha!”
All disputes in the world begin with a disagreement.
As Hua Nongying, the master of Rouge Valley, and Xiong Baisha, the Eight Heroes of Weizhou, spoke one after another, the heroes all became angry and denounced the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou"——
"Where did the dog come from? How dare you bark here!"
"Yangzhou has been full of heroes since ancient times. I don't want it to be ruined by a few idiots today!"
"In ancient times, there were Dongshi imitation frowns, but now there are the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou! With disheveled hair, neither human nor ghost, and disheveled clothes, what a shame..."
"Why bother talking about such a good and ugly person? It's more serious to knock it over and throw it to the fish!"
"..."
The "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou" looked at the group of heroes who were filled with righteous indignation, but their expressions did not change. When the noise stopped for a while, one of them laughed again and said: "If a tree is as beautiful as a tree in the forest, the wind will destroy it. Talented people are envied, and virtuous people suffer.
This has been true since ancient times! For us, the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, to have such an opportunity today, it shows that people's hearts are not as old as before, and the world is declining. It is time for us to become famous all over the world and help the common people!"
The person on the left has a charcoal in his right hand and a gourd in his left hand. He bangs the gourd and says: "Others laugh at me because I'm crazy, but I laugh at them because they can't see through it! Brother Xiangnu understands impermanence and is accustomed to seeing all kinds of evil. He still has compassion and affection for the people.
He is indeed a role model for me to follow even if I die!"
The person on the right is holding an iron umbrella, but his face is slightly serious: "Brother Cha Slave is absolutely right! But if we don't stir up the turmoil and raise the purity today, and shock everyone, how can these people who deceive the world and steal their fame be willing to accept it?!"
A person on the left picked up a broom, looked at Zen Master Lingzhen and said: "Master Lingzhen! I, the 'Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou', am determined to get the eight seats under the Changxuan. I don't know that according to the rules of the conference, we should 'take'.
Or 'take by force'?"
Zen Master Lingzhen smiled slightly: "It's all fine! It's just that the 'Eight Monsters' must first report their names so that they can be included in the temple's register."
The first person to speak was Xiangnu, who immediately clasped his fists and said with a smile: "It came so suddenly. I only focused on slandering them, but I forgot to find the guest monk Yingmao! It's a sin! Although there are eight of us brothers, our names are
But it’s the easiest to remember.
Don't you think there are eight elegant things to do as a human being - 'burning incense, tasting tea, listening to the rain, appreciating the snow, waiting for the moon, drinking wine, playing the harp, and picking up flowers'. Each of my 'Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou' has their own names.
Take one of these eight elegant deeds and add the word "slave" to express the feeling of infatuation.
Therefore, the names of the eight people are "Xiang Slave, Tea Slave, Rain Slave, Snow Slave, Moon Slave, Wine Slave, Qin Slave, and Flower Slave". The head of the "Eight Monsters" is called Xiang Slave, and the weapon he wields is,
It’s a magpie-tail incense burner and a carved incense ball.”
Zen Master Lingzhen nodded slightly and turned to signal to the monk Zhike. The monk immediately took out a pen and paper from his robe sleeves and wrote it down.
At this time, Yue Nu held a wooden oar in his hand and said to the group of knights with high spirits: "My eight brothers are not ashamed of their words, but they are still confident. Let us see the real results under our hands! Whether it is a paper competition or a martial arts competition, I, the 'Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou', are the same."
Should take it!"
After hearing this, all the heroes' expressions turned serious and their pupils shrank sharply. However, for a while, no one stepped forward to challenge him.
The wine slave raised the wine spoon in his hand and said with disdain: "I'm here, wine slave! I thought that those who dared to come to the 'Shendu Martial Arts Conference' must be the most amazing and talented people from all over the world. When I saw them today, they turned out to be a group of powerful people.
A person who only talks and talks!"
Someone among the group of knights was extremely angry. With two "swish" sounds, he pulled out the wild goose-wing knife and dagger from his waist, and shouted in a deep voice: "I am waiting for Mutashan Erlang, how can we allow you Dongyi monkey to run wild?! I'm going to pull Yegu·
Don Mohe, let’s learn some clever tricks first!”
After saying that, he stepped forward and used the "Slanting Moon and Flying Flowers Slash" to let the heroes of Middle-earth experience Muta Mountain's unique skills first.
But at this moment, the hoofbeats of several horses came from the north, bringing up bursts of dust and smoke. A horizontal knife whistled, passed over the head of the "Eight Monsters of Yangzhou", and landed directly in front of Ba Yegu Dunmohe, blocking him.
He stopped his just jumping figure.
Then a clear shout sounded: "The Rushui Sword has arrived!"