Chapter 623: Dungeon Chain, Heavenly God Cable (Part 2)
The grass grows longer and the drizzle flows.
The Yishui water flows down, slightly smashing the greenery on both sides of the bank, and mixes it into a blue stream.
Zhang Dayou obviously noticed something strange on the stage. He remained calm at the moment and began to follow the disappearing path of the rope, searching for the pattern of Wen'ur's movement under the stage.
Just as a rope not far in front of him burrowed under the table like a long snake, Zhang's oiling pole suddenly rose up, stabbed it diagonally, and used the move "three points into the wood". Everyone heard a loud "pop" sound.
As soon as there was a sound, I saw that the thick wooden countertop had been poked with oil by Zhang to make a hole the size of an oil basket.
Zhang Zhangyou's moves were like lightning! Without waiting for any reaction in the hole, his left hand had already grown three feet. He picked up the rope that had not completely disappeared in time and pulled it outward with great force——
As expected, a messy rope was pulled out of the hole, and at the same time, two identical ancient opera performers "Wen'ur" were brought out!
The two Wen'urs were holding the rope in their hands and refused to let go. Seeing that Zhang Zayou had exposed the trick of "escape from the ground", the two of them chanted a spell and kneaded the messy rope like dough.
stand up.
In less than a moment, the messy rope fell from Zhang Dayou's hand and jumped to the side. The two Wen'ur were like dung beetles chasing dung, clinging tightly behind the rope, obviously trying to grab it again.
Escape from the road.
Zhang was so happy that he immediately guessed the intention of the two. He decisively took out a water bag from his waist, pulled out the cork, and started pouring water on the rope.
One of them, Wen O'er, was shocked at first and then laughed: "I thought Zhang Dayou was spilling some rotten water poison, but it turned out to be just some tung oil! Sure enough, within three moves, he stayed true to his profession, hehehehe!"
The other Wen'ur sneered, but his stubby hands did not stop. In just a few breaths, he kneaded the messy rope into a neat plate. He then used all his strength to lift the rope end into the air.
As soon as it was thrown, the rope suddenly rose straight up to the sky like a fairy guiding it.
All the knights were dumbfounded: It seems that these ancient tricks are not just blinding, hanging threads, hidden grids, tricks... and other ordinary means, they are superb. They are not only novel and interesting, but also eye-opening!
Yang Zhaoxi and others also stared intently. They watched the two Wen'ur, who were agile and agile, climbing straight up the "Tongtian Rope" like macaques, trying to get away from Zhang's stabbing and slashing of the oil pole.
However, perhaps it was because the rope was soaked in tung oil. When the two Wen'urs had just reached a height of more than two feet, the Wen'ur above him let go of his right foot, let go of his hands, and instantly slid down four or five feet. His body collapsed.
Sitting on Wen'ur's head below, he knocked him down. When he was close to the ground, he hugged the rope again and stopped.
Just when he was rejoicing, a shadow appeared under his hood. When he looked up, he saw Zhang Dayou holding a pole, staring at him with a serious smile, and even his yellow teeth shone with a chilling light.
Wen'ur's heart suddenly jumped up, and he jumped up, using his hands and feet. In just one breath, he rushed to a distance of two feet, which was exactly the height that Zhang Liang couldn't reach even if he stretched out his pole. Then he twisted his legs and raised his head and neck.
Next, he used an "upside-down golden hook" and made an extremely ugly face to Zhang.
Zhang Dayou was not angry, but smiled as he watched the two "Wen'urs" try their best to climb up the rope. Every time they climbed a foot, they had to slide down a few feet. The higher they climbed, the farther they fell.
Long... When the two of them had climbed down to only two small black spots, Zhang Zhangyou took out a fire stick from his arms, blew it with his hand, and then went to the "Tongtian" to ask for it.
Throw it last.
In an instant, a flame jumped up from the rope, and in just a few breaths, it turned into a fire dragon, rushing towards the two "Wen'ur" who couldn't help climbing, trying to swallow them into the belly of the fire.
Seeing the end of burning their buttocks, the two "Wen'ur" almost lost their minds. The two pairs of thick hands and feet were swung like flying, and the speed of their bodies climbing was more than twice as fast as before! However, they still remained.
It couldn't compare with the approaching speed of the fire dragon... So after more than ten breaths, with two unwilling cries of pain, the two Wen'ur fell from a height of several feet one after another. "Bang! Bang!" Two loud noises shook the audience.
The tabletop trembled.
Everyone stretched their necks to look, and saw two meatballs slapped on the square platform. It seemed that the bones and flesh were fused together, but no blood or water seeped out. Torn clothes, robes, headsets and other items were scattered on the meatballs, which looked tragic and cruel.
funny.
Next to one of the meatballs was the "Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle" that was used in the sneak attack just now! Zhang Zhangyou suddenly remembered that when Fang Qidou and Tang Xiaochan were competing, he had indeed thrown a set of "Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle" into Yi
Water. But at some point, the two "Wen'urs" in front of him quietly took it back, and it almost became the murder weapon that killed him.
Thinking of this, Zhang Dayou couldn't help but angrily said: "Why did you pick up such a harmful thing and bring him back?!"
However, no one responded.
Zhang Dayou looked at the two meatballs, not knowing whether they were dead or alive, and felt a little bit dumbfounded. He quickly used the pole in his hand as a long stick and poked the two meatballs as a test. Suddenly, a ball came out.
The meat ball actually squirmed a few times, then bounced out of the rain and transformed into a dwarf less than four feet tall.
The dwarf was still thick-handed and thick-footed, his body was round and round, and he was naked, but no longer naked. Many women watching the battle blushed and cursed, accusing him of his evil deeds. There were also some heroes, but they watched with relish.
Before Zhang Zhang oiled the pole, another ball of meat jumped up and turned into another dwarf. He pointed at Zhang oil and said angrily: "Your Excellency, you are so despicable! Setting fire to burn people is not a heroic act!"
The first dwarf also groaned angrily: "Such a rain can set fire to ropes, you must have used some evil magic!"
Zhang Zhangyou put away the carrying pole and said with disdain: "It's okay for you two to be twins who are different, but you insist on 'ugly people make more mischief' and use these colorful tricks to harm people. If Zhang hadn't been in the world for a long time, he would know
I'm afraid that there are some key points that have been deceived by you two and no one is left!
As the saying goes, 'If you climb high, you will fall heavy.' Just now, you two were not killed because of your rough skin and thick flesh. If you dare to cheat in the future, Zhang will kill you without any hesitation, so as to eliminate the scourge forever and make everyone famous.
Heroes take this as a warning!"
The two of them were shocked when they heard this. They knew that Zhang Dayou was not just an empty threat. They also understood that Zhang Dayou was planning to spare their lives now that he had said these words. They immediately rolled their eyes, clasped their fists and bowed to express their gratitude for not killing them.
Grace.
Seeing the two people bowing their heads and turning around to leave the stage, Zhang Dayou suddenly stopped the two people and said: "The people who are on stage today, regardless of whether they are evil or good, are all famous heroes in the world. Only the name 'Wen'ur' has never been seen.
According to the scriptures, now that you two have been revealed, do you dare to leave your real names?"
The two "Wen'ur" looked at each other, then subconsciously glanced at someone under Changxuan, and then they seemed to have made up their minds. One of them said: "My brothers' surname is 'Wen'ur', and my name is 'Wen'ur'."
Fatu' and his younger brother's name are Longshu, both of whom are descendants of Kangju Miao.
Kang lived thousands of miles away from Chang'an, and during the Han Dynasty he had a lot of contacts with China. We heard that Tian Khan was fond of Hu Xuan dance, so we traveled thousands of miles to come here, hoping to use our dancing skills to invite favors in front of the saint. But it happened.
At the time of peace, the Shi Er family rebelled, the sage was lucky to be in Shu, and the Central Plains was in ruins, so he had to make a living by ancient colorful tricks..."
After hearing this, Zhang Dayou suddenly realized: It turns out that the civil and military skills of the prosperous dynasty, and the power of moralizing all nations, had long reached the countries in the Western Regions. It was expected that such a strange man came from thousands of miles away! It's a pity that the disaster started from within, and the power came from within.
The external decline has spread to the present day, and it has no longer been the prosperity of Zhenguan and Kaiyuan.
Thinking of this, Zhang Dayou clasped his fists slightly and said: "Brother Wen Erfa Tu, although the two of you bully the few with more and violate the rules of the competition, you can't be considered acquainted without fighting. If you need oil in the future, I will come and find it.
I'm 'Zhang Ji Youfang', haha!"
The two of them forced a smile and clasped their fists in greeting. The dwarf who just spoke said again: "If you have free time, you must go. But according to the custom of Kang State, you should call me 'Fatu Wen'ur', or simply 'Fa'
Just a picture will do. Your Majesty's inversion of names is disrespectful in our country of Kang."
After saying this, the dwarf Fattu Wenur dragged his twin brother Nagarjuna Wenur, ran quickly up the plank road, and walked out of the camp gate.
Zhang Dayou curled his lips slightly and said "offended" indifferently. Then he looked at Zen Master Lingzhen and said, "Master Youlao, let me announce the winner."
Zen Master Lingzhen also took a deep look at someone under the Changxuan, and then with complicated eyes, he announced the result of the competition to the group of heroes. The outcome was obvious, and the "one-on-one" single fight that had been announced in advance evolved into "Wen Wen".
"O'er" The two brothers bullied the few and lost from the beginning.
In response to this, Zen Master Lingzhen only lightly said, "It goes against chivalry." Then he changed the topic, raised his voice, and urged the next pair of chivalrous people to compete on stage.
The morning rain is gradually ending, and the sky is dimly bright.
Although the haze has not dispersed, the landscape seems to be much more cheerful, and the anxious and depressed mood of many knights has also been relieved.
While the knights were looking at the signatures and checking their bodies, two teams of monks from Xiangshan Temple were already running up to the square platform carrying rakes and brooms. At the same time, they mixed the fine sand with slaked lime into the dustpans.
, fill the potholes with bedding, and then level them with a rake; while sweeping the broken ropes scattered on the table with a broom, sweep them into the Yishui. The originally messy table surface became neat and flat again.
After that, more than a dozen pairs of knights appeared on the stage one after another. Most of them had very different martial arts skills, but the winner was determined by three moves and two moves. The knights were bored and simply linked up on the campus, wandering around and making new friends.
Breaking up with old friends... it was so lively for a while.
Most of an hour passed quickly, and there were many more holes and dents made by swords, axes and axes on the square platform, as well as shocking black and red bloodstains on the east and west. There were less discussions that ended at the end, and more of them.
It's a ruthless fight for one's life.
After seeing so many scenes of heads rolling down and flesh and blood flying everywhere, Yang Zhaoxi no longer felt the initial discomfort. She also gained a new understanding of the vicious, cruel and murderous side of people in the world.
The so-called "chivalrous people use martial arts to break the ban", everything you see before you is clear evidence. The prosperous dynasty has always worshiped martial arts, but any sect, sect, or wandering knight who is not under the control of the imperial court, if they only care about gratification and hatred, and ignore the rules and regulations, they will
They are all a thorn in the side of the imperial court and a thorn in the heart. Therefore, other than recruiting people to divide the country or forcefully suppressing them, there seems to be no more appropriate way to solve them...
As Yang Chaoxi's thoughts flowed, there were two more knights among the knights, each carrying a sword and slowly walking towards the camp gate. One of them he happened to recognize. He was actually the "Shangqing Guan Dongyue Kao" who disappeared without a trace five years ago.
Huo Lingzi "Bai Yourong!"
Not only did Yang Zhaoxi recognize his fellow disciple Bai Yourong, "Although he is defeated but still glorious", Sun Xuantong, the master of Shangqing Temple who was among the heroes, and a group of Taoist disciples also recognized this paranoid and arrogant man.
Bai Yourong came. Ever since he was defeated by Yang Zhaoxi in the Winter Moon Examination, and was dragged to the martial arts arena by a group of fellow apprentices, Xu felt so ashamed, angry, and ashamed that he actually left without saying goodbye and quietly went down the mountain alone. He did not know whether he would live or die after that.
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This son has always been isolated. Most of the brothers in the temple despised him, but there were only a few sympathizers. They all said that he had a weird temperament and was not worthy of being a human son. When Chengxuzi Han Fengqiao, Wuxuzi Hao Jinhan and others talked about it, they just shook their heads.
Sigh: "It's stubborn and ineffective, and it's hard to carve out rotten wood."
Unexpectedly, at noon today, at the "Shendu Martial Arts Conference" where the heroes had gathered and the heroes had arrived, I saw this man making a high-profile appearance again, and I felt complicated emotions in my heart.
Bai Yourong had changed his attire a long time ago. He wore a black gauze bun, short soap boots, and a well-fitting brocade robe, with gold and silver scattered cowhide belts. His plain face showed arrogance.
The madness radiates out unabashedly, making people look at it with disgust.
But what he is holding in his right hand is a real iron mace pestle. The pestle has a thick head, shaped like a date pit, and the nails are sharp and frightening. If it hits the head, it will definitely break into pieces.
end.
Seeing a heroic guard coming forward as usual, he was about to check his body. Bai Yourong rolled his eyes, and the mace suddenly flew out, bringing with it a strong wind: "I am the minister of the 'Sage of Yanshan', Lie."
Yan Kuangchu's Bai Yourong is right! Who dares to make a mistake?!"
The heroic guard couldn't dodge, and was immediately hit in the waist and ribs by the mace. He screamed and was thrown more than ten feet away, and was slapped heavily on the ground. He twisted his body a few times and then stopped moving.
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