Silver threads hang down, and raindrops crisscross.
Thousands of water flowers bloomed on the square platform, but compared with the floating waves on the Yishui River, they were insignificant.
The sorrow of one person and one surname cannot be compared with the fighting spirit of all the knights. An insignificant cry of sorrow can only leave an imprint on the hearts of a few people, and is quickly ignored by the knights. At most, it becomes the wine of a day.
The last conversation. The heroes traveled all the way to get there. They came to compete on the stage and compete for the sword. Who cares about these sects' grievances?
Under the constant urging of the knights, Zen Master Lingzhen held an umbrella in one hand and raised his palm with the other hand and said: "Please take the two knights with the serial number "Qi Si" to come forward to inspect and compete on the stage!"
Halfway through the words, I saw two impatient men jumping out from among the knights: one man was carrying an iron hoe. The hoe had a thick handle and a huge hoe. Just looking at his thick eyebrows and tiger eyes and strong arms, you knew he was not good.
In the same generation, there is another man with slender limbs and protruding joints. He is carrying two bundles of firewood, holding a hatchet with a handle no longer than a foot in his hand, and a sad look on his thin face.
The two men were a farmer and a woodcutter, but neither of them looked simple and honest. Instead, they looked like bandits who had fallen into a stronghold.
The two of them seemed to have known each other for a long time, and they were quite acquainted with each other. They originally came to this "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" to try their skills, but unexpectedly, by a strange combination of circumstances, they drew the exact same lottery, and became rivals on the same stage.
Zen Master Lingzhen has long recognized that these two people are the two bandit leaders in the mountains of Yongning County, Luoxi. Their ancestors were both soldiers in the government. In order to escape from the labor service, they went to the mountains to become bandits and brought disaster to the party. In recent years, they have gradually become more and more popular. However,
The two villages are only a few miles apart from each other on the mountains. When they cut paths to seize wealth and rob houses, they will inevitably encounter and argue. In addition, there is mutual incompatibility, and there are frequent fights between subordinates, so the hatred becomes deeper and deeper. Let's release it today.
Confrontation is the perfect way to put an end to old and new grudges.
Seeing that they were such third-rate characters, the heroic military guards and the Xiangshan Temple monks simply skipped the search. They only checked the serial number, checked their names, and then let the two of them board the plank road together and headed to Sifangtai.
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The two of them were pushing and shoving, trying to get ahead of each other, so they walked almost side by side. The plank road was only five or six feet wide and three or four feet long, so there was no room for the two of them to let go. So the iron hoe swayed, the firewood swayed, and the two men swayed.
The edges of the hats also hit each other from time to time, making a soft "bang bang" sound.
"You two heroes, please respect yourselves! If you don't go to the Sifang Platform, you will fight with life and death to see who is better, but it won't count!"
When Zen Master Lingzhen saw that the two of them had managed to get rid of their anger, they were about to start a fight on the plank road. He immediately reminded them in a deep voice. The two of them suddenly glared at each other and hurried to the center of the square platform. They each took off their bamboo hats and raincoats.
, revealing a gray-brown half-arm shirt. Immediately one of them set up a hoe, and the other wielded a knife. They didn't even hold their fists in salute, they just got into a ball.
The farmer's hoe was blown by the wind, making the rain curtain crackle. With his good physical strength, the hoe handle was about to hit the woodcutter's head, neck, shoulders and back several times, and was hit by the short, unattractive hatchet.
Stop.
The woodcutter seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact he used defense as offense. The hatchet often hit the hoe blade, neutralizing all the dangerous and brutal killing moves. With the agile body skills he had developed by climbing down the tree and digging into the ditch, he swung the knife towards
The farmer's waist and legs were wiped away, forcing him to withdraw his attacks and return to defense.
The two of them fought against each other in the wind and rain, and the fight was quite thrilling. The knights who originally looked down upon the two of them couldn't help but look at them.
"Bang!"
With the sound of gold and iron, the wooden wedge of the iron hoe loosened, and the hoe blade fell off the wooden handle and flew two feet away. Then with a "click" sound, it was embedded in the table. The hatchet also He was shaken away by the force of the collision, somersaulted, escaped, and landed next to a bundle of firewood.
The woodcutter was scheming, so he raised his eyes and said, "You bastard! Let's take a break! Let's each make trouble in different places! After the trouble is over, we can fight each other again. Isn't it okay?"
The farmer just squatted down, trying to pick up the wooden wedge, then looked for the hoe blade, reinstalled it, and started fighting again. Hearing this, he immediately snorted: "Hit! What's wrong? Lai Gouzi, if I had found it first Hold a hoe, don't blame me for unloading your bag to death with a hoe!"
The woodcutter smiled and said nothing. He picked up the hatchet with his right hand, cut open the cane, and immediately picked up a bundle of dry firewood. He pulled out several long and straight firewood sticks of suitable thickness and picked up one. Hold one end, the hatchet is flying, and start cutting. No
After a few seconds, a spear with a sharp tip came out of his scarred and calloused hand, and was thrown casually on the square platform. Then came the second, and the third...
After the farmer pulled out the hoe blade, put on the wooden handle, and filled the gaps with wooden wedges, the table surface was solid. When he looked up, he saw that the woodcutter had cut out seven or eight spears, which were scattered in a disorderly manner on the rain-watered ground. On the square platform, it doesn't look like graphics or formations, but it feels a bit stumbling.
The farmer spat into the palm of his hand, grabbed the repaired hoe, yelled, and rushed towards the woodcutter. The rain curtains were smashed layer by layer on his head, chest, and hoe, as if they were no more than a false barrier.
The woodcutter paused for a moment, then calmly stood up and threw out the newly-whipped spear in his hand. The tip of the spear was pointed at the farmer's lower abdomen.
The farmer's iron hoe spun quickly and quickly. He immediately hit the middle part of the spear and smashed the spear made of firewood into two pieces. However, there was no delay in his feet. He quickly rushed in front of the woodcutter and immediately used the hoe. He lifted it horizontally and then swept it towards the woodcutter's waist and ribs, trying to cut open his cavity.
The woodcutter knew the danger, so he didn't dare to take it head-on. He carried the hatchet and hit "Lazy Donkey Roll", barely able to avoid the power of the iron hoe, but his body was soaked in rainwater and rolled several feet away. He waited until he could get up. At that moment, he picked up another throwing spear with his left hand and threw it at the farmer again...
So they attacked, defended, chased and escaped, and the two of them actually went in circles on the square platform.
The audience gathered around the stage in the wind and rain, and gradually burst into curses. The general idea was that they thought the two were ugly and were stalling for time and refused to fight happily.
The farmer was impatient and furious. Suddenly he threw the hoe in his hand, and the hoe hit the woodcutter's back hard. Through the sound of rain, the knights heard the sound of broken bones, which made people's teeth ache and their hearts tremble.
The woodcutter was shaken all over, and under the pressure of inertia, he staggered forward a few steps before spitting out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a bang. Black and red blood continued to overflow from his mouth, and a pool of blood accumulated on the stage In the layer of rain, it quickly bloomed, and a hibiscus flower with a huge disk bloomed.
Farmers rushed over, picking up hoes and laughing.
As if he still wasn't relieved, he stepped forward and kicked the woodcutter several times. Then he turned sideways and smiled at Zen Master Lingzhen in the audience: "Monk! That lazy dog was beaten to death by me! Hahaha! Hurry up! After announcing the victory or defeat, I can go back to the stronghold to gather my brothers and pick out his stronghold... Ugh! Puff, puff, puff! Ho, ho, ho..."
Before the farmer finished speaking, he saw a bloody spear passing through his chest. It not only pierced the pericardium, but also penetrated half of the lungs. Blood oozed out, soaked through his clothes, and quickly snaked under his feet.
Into several red snakes.
The farmer didn't breathe out, so he turned his head in disbelief, only to see the woodcutter leaning on the ground with one arm, a mouth full of bloody teeth, looking at him with a sad smile. He was holding the end of the spear in his hand, and he was already speechless.
The farmer quickly fell to the ground with his throwing gun, and his face happened to be right in front of the woodcutter. He cursed "Xilihahu" in his mouth, but it didn't help. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally the rain hit him again.
, slowly closed the door.
The woodcutter also wanted to laugh, but when he reached his lips, he coughed violently. The blood spattered away, and many peach petals were sprinkled in the rain, like the last brilliance and color at the end of a miserable life...
Zen Master Lingzhen looked at the two people who fell to the ground one after another with a look of compassion and helplessness in his eyes.
Among all the knights, there are those who do good things. They teased Zen Master Lingzhen and said, "Master Lingzhen, I wonder who will win and who loses in this competition?"
Zen Master Lingzhen pondered for a long time, then waved his hands to the monks beside him, motioning them to come up to the stage, bury the two bodies, and return them to the accompanying bandits from the two villages as soon as possible to avoid trouble. Then he looked at the group of knights and Zhang Xuan
The crowd said: "Amitabha! The two heroes died together, so naturally it is a draw. But after death, it is best to go to the ground as soon as possible!"
After a while, the monks were able to lift the arms and legs of the farmer and the woodcutter, and lifted their bodies down. The blood was dripping, dripping down along the plank road, soaking in the rain.
Pomegranate flowers bloomed on the wooden board.
Sure enough, bandits from two villages squeezed out from the group of heroes, each with different expressions: some were sad and angry, some were secretly happy, some were numb, and some were panicked. But the eyes that looked at the bandits across from them were all undisguised.
Hatred. The gangsters took over their respective gang leaders without saying a word. Without even a polite thank you, they turned around and left.
A martial arts arena. I thought I wanted to rush back to the village as soon as possible to take care of the bandit leader's affairs while grabbing the top spot.
At this time, the rain was gradually thinning, and the sky seemed to be a little brighter.
Zen Master Lingzhen calmed down, looked at the heroes again and said: "Swords have no eyes, so death and injury are inevitable! I hope that all heroes will abide by the moral principles of the world, fight only for victory, and do not decide between life and death, so as not to enmity each other. Please come down and grab it.
The two knights with the serial number "Qi Wu" have verified their identities and come on stage to fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chaoxi and others had turned their attention to Zhang Dayou. They saw him wrapped tightly in his coir raincoat, his wooden clogs tilted out, his arms folded in front of his chest, his hat held down extremely low, and he was actually snoring slightly.
"Brother Zhang, it's your turn!"
Yang Zhaoxi patted Zhang Lu's shoulder and couldn't help but marveled, "You can fall asleep standing up. Did you learn this skill from a horse?"
Zhang Zhangyou lifted his hat, rubbed his eyes, and yawned: "I don't know what I learned from you. Anyway, when you are sleepy, you can fall asleep anytime and anywhere. But Zhang is indeed a horse, haha!"
While talking, Zhang Dayou's sleepiness had completely disappeared. With his right hand, he took off the four-foot-long short pole, and with his left hand, he took out the serial number from a pot-bellied oil basket. At that moment, he stepped on his wooden clogs.
He walked towards the Yingwu military guards responsible for inspection and the monks of Xiangshan Temple.
Changxuan's eyes narrowed slightly under Yuan Zai's eyes, and his right hand resting on the armrest of the armchair clenched unconsciously.
Henan Yin Xiaojing caught a glimpse from the side and immediately guessed that among the people on stage at this time, there must be someone Yuan Zai paid attention to. And judging from the situation, they should be enemies rather than friends.
Qin Yanxiao and Qin Yanbiao, the "Double Eagles of Nanya" standing behind Yuan Zai, looked at each other when they saw this situation, and instantly understood what Yuan Zai was thinking. They immediately separated and ran towards the camp gate quietly.
On the other hand, Zhang Zhangyou, who was under the Yuanmen, seemed completely unaware of the malicious intent towards Changxuanxia. Da Lala walked up to a group of guards, handed out his arrows, and then raised his right hand and held a pole.
Raise it above your head to indicate that it is ready for inspection.
However, what happened that night at Yingchuan Farewell left a deep shadow in the hearts of these heroic military guards. Therefore, all the guards were in a daze for a while, and no one dared to step forward to inspect the arrows, or
They were conducting a personal search for concealed weapons and other items. The expressions in their eyes as they looked at each other were either fearful or fearful, and there was no trace of the domineering attitude they had before.
Zen Master Lingzhen's face turned gloomy, and he coughed lightly. Then several monks from Xiangshan Temple stepped forward, took the arrows, and after saluting, asked where they came from as usual.
Zhang Zhangyou smiled and replied: "Dear Zen masters! I have been given the favor of your temple to take care of Zhang Ji Youfang, so I won't make things difficult for you today. Xiao Ke's surname is Zhang, and he is the third oldest, so his mother-in-law calls him "Zhang San" because he sells oil.
To make a living, everyone in the market calls him "Zhang Zhangyou", but it overshadows his real name... As for weapons, it is just a pole for carrying oil baskets, and the iron hooks and leather ropes have been removed to avoid accidentally hurting the opponent...
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Zen Master Lingzhen relaxed his brows slightly, chanted a Buddhist chant, and then looked at the Yingwu military guards and said: "Fellow soldiers! Shopkeeper Zhang, the oil seller, is the most honest person, so there is no need to search and inspect him. Let him go on stage first.
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Hearing this, Zhang Zhangyou held the pole and made a fist, and was about to board the plank road. Only then did he catch a glimpse of a person at the back. His face was painted with rich colors, his hair was like basil, and he was wearing a large and colorful robe with hundreds of collars. He was actually an ancient figure often seen in Luoyang City.