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The location of this place is extremely important, and it has protected the orthodoxy of Chinese civilization many times in history, and it is the back road for soldiers to resist invasion.

The most famous here should be the Confucius Temple and the Purple Mountain Observatory, and near the Confucius Temple, there is the Jiangnan Gongyuan that has influenced Jiangnan scholars for hundreds of years.

Guo Dalu, the city of Jinling, has been here several times when he challenged the martial arts masters, and each time he has a small stay, Yanziji is the place he has to go to every time, and the entire Jinling City, that is, the riverside near Yanziji is the most suitable for exercise.

"Whew-"

Guo Yunxia, Guo Yunqiong, and Guo Yunqing, who came to Jinling Confucius Temple with Guo Dalu to play, stood in front of the Confucius Temple with a disappointed expression, "I thought that Confucius Temple was an ancient building here, how did it become a wholesale market?"

As soon as Guo Dalu arrived in Jinling, his three junior sisters ran over to watch the excitement.

Guo Yunqiong said: "Forget about the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, anyway, the current ancient city is basically gone, but what does this ten miles of Qinhuai mean?"

She pointed to the Qinhuai River not far away: "Just such a small ditch is the legendary ten-mile Qinhuai? What are you kidding? How wide is this?"

Guo Yunxia also complained: "Indeed, I thought that the Qinhuai River must be three or four hundred meters wide, at least it must be similar to the Wanfu River in our village, right? ”

Guo Yunqing couldn't close his mouth with a smile when he heard this, "Why don't you let Senior Brother try it here?"

Guo Dalu glared and said: "Full of foul language, do you see that you have the appearance of a little girl? ”

The three girls laughed, and they didn't care about Guo Dalu's scolding, they have lived with Guo Dalu for more than ten years, and they dare to say anything in front of Guo Dalu without scruples, but in front of outsiders, they have become serious and inviolable.

Although the three of them complained about this Confucius Temple, they still walked around various scenic spots, and finally Guo Yunqiong said with a lack of interest: "Let's go to another place to take a look, there are too many people here, it's like a temple fair, what does it mean!"

Guo Dalu said: "Okay, I'll go to other attractions in a while." ”

When a few people passed by a scenic spot, they saw a black-faced strong man standing at the door of a scenic spot with a mobile phone shouting loudly, even in the environment where people come and go, his voice is still very loud: "Senior brother, where are you when I arrive in Jinling? I'll go to you! What? You come to me? Okay, come on! I'm ......."

The big man turned to look at the name written at the attraction and said loudly: "I'm in Bird's Clothes Harbor, come over quickly!"

"Poof!"

Hearing what the big man said, Guo Yunxia, who was drinking water, was suddenly choked, "Cough cough, Bird Clothes Port!"

She laughed and coughed tears streaming down her face, "This is too uncultured, isn't it?

Guo Yunqiong and the others looked at the plaque beside Dahan, and saw three big characters clearly written on it: Wuyi Lane!

This big man is also a strange man, and the good "Wuyi Lane" was pronounced by him as "Bird's Clothes Port", and this kind of Mr. White Character is also rare.

The big man's voice was very loud, and what he said was heard by the tourists around him, and these tourists were laughing, only the big man looked at everyone with a confused face, and didn't know why they were so coke.

When Guo Dalu heard this person's voice, he already knew that this big man was a person in the martial arts, and his internal skills were really good.

A group of people can hear him speak in the noisy crowd and subconsciously feel that his voice is relatively loud, in fact, this person's voice is only a normal size, but because of the deep internal force and a little uncontrollable, the sound is sent out far away by the internal force, which makes people have the illusion that "this person's voice is so loud".

Nowadays, this society is a person who sweeps the snow in front of his own door and cares about the frost on the tiles of others, and no one reminds him when he sees that this big man has made a mistake.

Guo Dalu walked up to the big man, stretched out his hand and patted the big man's shoulder, "Brother, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, the big man who was talking on the phone shook his shoulder suddenly, and one leg suddenly kicked at his lower abdomen, which was extremely powerful and fast.

Guo Dalu smiled dumbly, when the soles of the big man's feet were about to approach his lower abdomen, he raised his knee and swung slightly, and one of the legs kicked by the big man was swung away by him, and the black-faced big man stumbled suddenly, and looked at Guo Dalu in surprise, "What do you dare?"

Guo Dalu knew that this person was just kicking himself out of the instinctive reaction of a martial artist, but he was not angry, and said with a smile: "Master, the place where you are standing now is called Wuyi Lane, not Birdyi Port." ”

The black-faced strong man glanced at Guo Dalu in surprise, "What did you do just now?

He saw that Guo Dalu could actually block his leopard tail feet, and a pair of copper bells showed a surprised and curious light in his big eyes, "Aha, I'm still a master!"

He clasped his fists and saluted Guo Dalu and said, "The hero of the King of Qingliang Mountain, haven't you asked for advice yet?"

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "It's easy to say, it's good to say, Guo Dalu, the son of the Guo family!"

Wang Yingying saw that Guo Dalu was a little more majestic than himself, and immediately became friends, "You also participated in this martial arts conference?"

Guo Dalu shook his head and said, "I'm here to sell books!"

Wang Yingying looked incredulous, "Sell books, what books do you sell? You are also a martial arts person, why don't you participate in the martial arts conference to become a martial arts champion?"

Guo Dalu still doesn't know much about what kind of process this martial arts conference in Jinling is, and when he heard Wang Yingying say this, he said: "Martial champion?

Wang Yingying said: "You don't know this? The official master said, this time the championship was won, and the first place was Wu Zhuangyuan, and he had to give Wu Zhuangyuan a day of bragging along the street across the horse, and I came because of this!"

", there is still a martial champion? and he still crosses the horse to parade the streets? Isn't this obviously looking for excitement and hatred? Only fools will win the first place!"

Wang Yingying said: "What's there to worry about? In today's society under the rule of law, is there really someone who kills people on the spot? If there is really a challenge from someone who can't be beaten, it's a big deal to admit defeat!"

He sighed, "If our Qingliang Mountain can win the martial champion of this conference, there will be people who will come to our mountain gate as disciples, so that we can also collect some incense money to maintain it, otherwise, the brothers and sisters will run away from hunger!"

Guo Dalu thought about it, now it is a society ruled by law, as long as he is not a real martial artist who is bent on seeking the Tao, there are really few people who give up their lives for the sake of false fame.

In today's world, there are not many pure martial artists like Guo Dalu who break into the martial arts and fight the life and death of masters.

Moreover, now that martial arts are withering, the whole people are on par with money, and there are fewer and fewer people who are willing to work hard to learn martial arts, and many traditional sects with a long history are difficult to maintain incense, and some small sects are even more difficult to survive, and only sects that know how to make money have a chance to develop and grow.

But the sect that can make money for a long time, basically all of them are spent by money fans, and they don't pay much attention to martial arts, and they slowly lose their inheritance.

Today's martial arts has reached a dead end, and a change is urgently needed.

For example, the martial arts conference held in Jinling City this time is to promote traditional martial arts and enhance sportsmanship, and the purpose is to promote traditional Chinese martial arts so that they can continue to be inherited.

Thinking about it this way, this gimmick of Wu Zhuangyuan crossing the horse and walking on the street can be regarded as ingenious and eye-catching, which is quite reasonable.

Wang Yingying and Guo Dalu hit it off at first sight, so they had to invite Guo Dalu to drink, "Brother Guo, my junior brothers are estimated to come after a while, let's go to a nearby tavern for a few drinks first!"

Guo Dalu saw that he was dressed shabbyly, his mobile phone was still an old man's machine, the shoes under his feet were old-fashioned canvas shoes with rubber soles, and the old-fashioned blanket hanging on his shoulders was stuffed with a lot of stuff, which could be faintly seen to be the shape of a steamed bun, which should be his dry food.

This guy is so poor that he still invites himself to drink, which shows the sincerity of his heart.

Guo Dalu glanced at him a few times and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go have a few drinks together!"

At the moment, Guo Yunxia, Guo Yunqiong, and Guo Yunqing were introduced to Wang Yingying, "These three are my junior sisters, everyone knows each other!"

Wang Yingying seemed to have never seen a woman, glanced at Guo Yunxia and the three of them, blushed and said with a thick neck: "Hello girls!"

Guo Yunxia and the three of them laughed when they saw him at a loss, and Wang Yingying became more and more embarrassed.

A few people walked out of the Confucius Temple and found a small hotel on another street, and when they were about to enter the door, they heard a commotion from inside, "Your mother, are you a pit man? Our bowl of egg noodles is only three yuan, and it is fifteen yuan to you! Are you a fool to be Lao Tzu? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed your turtle grandson!"

"Wori Youma, a few poor ghosts, don't eat if you can't afford to eat, you can't afford to pay for a few bowls of noodles......"

"Bang!"

The glass door outside the hotel suddenly shattered, and a fat figure smashed the door and fell down the side street, lying on the ground crying wolf, "Kill!