Section 8: Strict Loose

Yan Song turned around slowly, there was no expression on his thin face, and his eyelids were slightly touched when he only looked at Shen Feiyun and the others, and his expression was extremely approving. Shen Feiyun met his gaze and bowed in return, as if everything was expected by him.

Yan Song said loudly: "Yan Song, a contemptible person, is the master of the alliance, but it is a sin to let the guests wait here. It's just that when I came, I met Xiaoxiao's sneak attack and blocked the trip, and I hope you will forgive me. He hugged his fists to the left and right, and the guests returned the salute, listening to him and said: "To be honest, there is no other mind to gather everyone, although the place of Jinling Shen Garden is not unreasonable, but it is just speculation, and Yan really has no such intention, please be relieved." Doctor Shen is famous in the rivers and lakes, and Yan has been friends with him for a long time. If he is willing to take the position of alliance leader, it is a great fortune for my southern martial arts, how can Yan Mou use the lifting stone and not measure his own strength?" Everyone thought that this person's words would completely push the meaning of the alliance leader, and he also set up Shen Que, which was really powerful. ”

"Unity, unity of strength, separation of weak, this is the same truth since ancient times. At present, the rivers and lakes are in many difficulties, and the thieves in the green forests of Henan are plundering and plundering; the black sect in Qinghai is still there, and the three evil sects are in harmony with each other, crisscrossing and stretching in all directions; and the sudden rise of the Xiongkulu army in the northeast is even more calamity to China. In times of crisis, we should work together. And Jinyiwei belongs to the imperial court, and he has long wanted to pacify the thieves, and my Jiangnan martial arts also belongs to the Ming Dynasty, so I should ask for instructions. With the approval of the 9,000-year-old, Yan invited the heroes of all factions in Jiangnan to gather here to discuss the selection of a person who can lead the group to order everyone to do a good job. ”

Everyone listened to him talk eloquently, and they were able to convince the public, and they all had no objections, and many people nodded in agreement. "If there is no one to give orders, the Wulin League is still a plate of scattered sand, so why gather everyone here? Everyone wants to compete in martial arts, and I have no objections, as for the two commanders of Jinyiwei who are famous and prestigious, they don't have to participate in the battle for our Southern Martial Arts Alliance, so as not to bite the tongue. Each faction will send one person, and the point will not hurt anyone. After he said these few words, Qi Meiniang, the owner of the Qiushui Village of the Cangnan Sect, also led dozens of disciples in.

When everyone heard him speak the truth, they were all quiet. A big man said: "What Master Yan said is good, it is naturally good to get to the point, but there are strong and weak kung fu, and there are really deaths and injuries, so it is also my own ability, who is to blame?" Another person said: "If you are afraid of death and injury, why do you want to take the position of the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance?" "That is, it is better to go home and find the eldest sister to fight, then there will be no death, and there will be one more." The crowd burst out laughing.

Yan Song's cold face did not have the slightest expression, and said: "In this case, those who take the stage can do their best, and they don't need to scruple to go on this stage, and life and death are in peace." It was noon, and he spoke plainly, but when the crowd heard it, it was very eerie and terrible.

An old man was quite unbearable: "Let's meet friends with martial arts, and we don't have a deep hatred, why are we so cruel?" Chen Xiaoqian said: "Today's gathering of heroes is not poetry and drinking, but to be romantic." If you want to move your fists and feet, you will not be able to suffer casualties. Today's contest is to fight for the position of the leader of the alliance, and we need to be self-aware before coming to power. According to Xiaosheng's opinion, it is better to set up a life and death situation, the murderer will not pay for his life, and the relatives of the killed person cannot seek revenge under the pretext. ”

The bystanders shouted, "Let's do it, what do you want to say?" and another said, "Don't mess around." The previous man said, "Who made trouble? Don't you want to watch the fight?!" "Your sister's begging to fight?"

Yan Song coughed dryly, Xu Xianchun understood, and said loudly: "What Mr. Chen said is good, if you want to win the alliance leader, you must first make a life and death situation." He was full of internal strength, and as soon as he spoke, he suppressed the voices of those who were scolding, and only heard him continue: "Please move the good hands of each faction to the foot of the mountain and compete in the handsome." There are fruits and vegetables at the foot of the mountain for you to drink at any time. ”

The heroes have been discharged from the hospital, and there is indeed one at the foot of the mountain, the stone masonry of the table is still new, and there are four tables on both sides. Shen Feiyun glanced at the two sisters, and the three of them had the same thoughts: "That Yan Song and Xu Xianchun have already discussed, if they don't accept his position as the leader of the alliance, they will compete in this early cast ring, and with the skill of 'Cangnan One Palm', it is difficult for anyone to deal with them." ”

Yan Song took the lead on the stage, came to the case, took the pen and signed his name on the life and death certificate that had been prepared, and pressed his handprint. The rest of the people looked at each other, but they didn't dare to step forward. Yang Huan said with a smile: "Hehe, since there is no one to compete, I think the position of the leader of the alliance is also a certainty, everyone might as well go back to the courtyard, and I will wait for blood." "Traditionally, after the alliance ceremony, we must drink the blood of the animal, or apply it to the side of the lips to show sincerity, which is called blood.

"Wait! Whether it's the alliance leader or the emperor, the old man never cares. But there are always some 'bear's paws' and 'sick cats' who talk about Yan Yan and Zhan Zhan. The old man can't see it, and he is not allowed to be the leader of the alliance, if they want to be a 'league pig', it doesn't matter. "It was Qingyang, the head of the Hengshan faction, who spoke. He used livestock as a sarcasm in his words, and except for the simple-minded, everyone knew what he meant, and secretly laughed.

Yan Song remained silent, sat and sipped a sip of tea. Xu Xianchun was extremely dissatisfied, clenched his fists and said: "My nickname is 'Flying Tiger', but you say that there are some 'sick cats', don't you mean me? Hmph, when the conference is over, if you don't call the Hengshan faction good-looking, Lao Tzu will not be surnamed Xu!"

The heroes saw the green sheep bent on his back, slowly ascended to the stage, and signed the life and death certificate tremblingly. He is tall and thin, and he seems to fall down when the breeze blows, but how to catch Yan Song's iron palm?

"Kunlunnu, come to the stage and help me sign the life and death certificate. Shen Feiyun, the master of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, turned his head and said to the servant. Kunlun Nu nodded, and was about to go on stage, but was stopped by Tong Xiong and said: "Hey, the life and death sign is your own life and death, how can you let others sign on your behalf?

How Tong Xiong was willing to let it, Kunlun Nu was about to do it, Shen Feiyun stopped and said: "The master of Changtianzhuang is reasonable, Kunlun Nu, carry me to the stage." Kunlun Nu didn't dare to disobey, only to see him go down the steps, hold both sides of the wheelchair with both hands, and shouted: "Get up!", and the wheeled car was lifted by him! The heroes all "poofed", although Shen Feiyun was not a strong man, but an adult man like him, there were more than 100 catties, plus the wheelchair he sat in, if he wanted to lift weights so lightly, his arms had to have at least four or five hundred catties of strength. I thought in my heart: "This black slave is just a servant of Shen Yuan, he has divine power, and he has such martial arts, if he is the master, then he can pay it back? This Shen Yuan is worthy of being the number one force in the south of the Yangtze River." ”

Seeing this, Tong Xiong turned sideways, the two of them collided shoulders, and the steps immediately sounded "click". The two strong men were entangled together, and Kunlun Nu could neither knock Tong Xiong away, nor could Tong Xiong squeeze him off the stage.

Shen Qingling said angrily: "Master Yan, is this your way of hospitality?" Yan Song smiled slightly: "The master of the Bingxin Hall is not annoyed, forgive Yan's subordinates for such a little Taoism, how can they stop the three elites of Shen Yuan?"

Shen Qingling "hummed" and was about to make a move, only to hear Shen Feiyun say, "Sister Ling, stay." With a flick of his fingers, Tong Xiong's shoulder was numb with the giant bone acupoint, and the true strength of his whole body couldn't be lifted. Tong Xiong was taken aback, hurriedly retreated, and took another breath, but found that there was nothing unusual about Zhou's body, and the surprise in his heart was indescribable. Kunlun Nu took advantage of him to send Shen Feiyun to the ring.

Everyone didn't see the reason, but they heard Yan Song sigh: "I have heard for a long time that the swordsmanship of the fool of the Hidden Sword Pavilion is unparalleled in the world, and when I saw it today, it really deserved its reputation. Fang Xu beside him said coldly: "Negative love sword intent, fool sword technique, the two are one, and the world is invincible." The corners of Yan Song's mouth curled up, and he asked rhetorically: "Yes, let Yan come and meet this set of sword techniques for a while later, and see if it is really invincible in the world as rumored." As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Feiyun also happened to sign his name on the life and death certificate. Shen Feiyun smiled faintly, did not answer, and retreated behind the square table on the side.

After a tea time, the heroes ate melons and fruits, but no one came to the stage. Xu Xianchun said: "In addition to the old man Qingyang of the Hengshan faction, the head of the Cangnan faction Yan Song, and the master of the Shen Yuan Hidden Sword Pavilion Shen Feiyun, is there any hero who dares to compete on the stage in order to win the position of the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance?" Xu Xianchun said it three times in a row, but no one paid attention to it.

"Since this is the case, it will be decided that Qingyang, Yan Song, and Shen Feiyun will be three. Now you might as well ask the old man Qingyang to fight with the master of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion first, and then ......, "Xu Xianchun has not spoken more than halfway, and everyone knew that he would favor the Cangnan faction, but they didn't expect it to be so blatant. Qingyang grabbed the conversation: "How can the three of them fight? Why don't you let the old man come and fight with Commander Xu first, and talk to friends in the rivers and lakes about it?" Xu Xianchun looked through the cold light, and said coldly: "Hmph, the old man has been against Lao Tzu from the beginning, if Xu doesn't obey your request, I will be sorry for you!"

Shen Feiyun persuaded: "Think twice, Commander Xu is in his prime, and his martial arts are at the peak, and it is by no means easy to match." Qingling also said: "It's better to let my two sisters come to the stage and have two tricks with Commander Xu." Xue Han nodded, stood side by side with Shen Qingling, and wanted to take the stage. The two girls have stunts, one-on-one, or not Xu Xianchun's opponents, but they attack together, and it is difficult for Jinyi Weibei Zhenfu Si to win.

"Thank you!" Qingyang is Jiang Gui's nature, the older he gets, the older he is, he walked to the front of the stage, stood at the corner of the stairs, and did not let the two of them come up. The second daughter of the Shen family was very embarrassed, and glanced at Shen Feiyun, who sighed and shook her head.

Qingyang made a move, took the long sword from Di Suying's hand, Xu Xianchun slowly pulled out the embroidered spring knife, and the audience held their breath and watched quietly. There was little wind at noon, and the sun reflected two figures on the stage, one rickety and the other quite long. The rickety one was still rickety, and he coughed from time to time, and he did not look at the long body, and the long body stared at each other, clenching the things in his hand, and longing to fly over and cut the rickety figure in half.

On both sides of the stage, Yan and Shen are facing each other. Yan Song turned the teacup lightly, his eyes were slightly stagnant, as if he was contemplating, and occasionally he would take a sip of fragrant tea; Shen Feiyun sat quietly in a wheelchair, looking up at the white clouds in the sky, as if he was haunted by all the things on this stage.

The group of heroes only heard Xu Xianchun yelling, and finally couldn't hold his breath and took the lead in stabbing out. The embroidered spring knife body is longer than the ordinary single knife, and under the sunlight, it glows with a cold light, and cuts the chest of the old man of the green sheep. Seeing that the blade was coming, Qingyang raised his head, Xu Xianchun's eyes flickered, and the long knife in his hand slowed down unnaturally, what kind of contempt was that!?

Xu Xianchun has never seen it, but he can never forget it.

In his life, he was young and promising, and he learned good martial arts that the world envied, and he was initially only to serve the court. But when he entered the Houmen and became a brocade guard, he found that this officialdom was not the so-called place to serve the country at all, but an excellent place to collect money! All the people around him were seeking to be promoted and make a fortune, they were careless of people's lives, they were preying on the people, but they could rise step by step, and the worse they did, the faster they rose. In this case, then why should I, Xu Xianchun, uphold the justice I once thought I had, and become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of others? Others can be ruthless, why can't I? I also want to climb higher and enjoy more glory and wealth! When he met him, the Chitose who was above 10,000 people under one person, he personally said to him: "Do things under our family, you can have what you want, and what you want but can't get!" What a tempting condition, and this is also a shortcut on the road of his dream! But he was wrong, the man in high power was in love with his perseverance, his cruelty, and his unscrupulous means to achieve his ends, not his martial arts!

As soon as Houmen entered the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on[1]. ”

Qingyang raised his eyes, the long sword in his hand was windless, and with a "Zheng" sound, the blade slashed into the audience. "How is it possible!?" Xu Xianchun couldn't believe it, the seventy-year-old man in front of him, who had been defeated under his own sword, actually used his internal force to use the long sword, and forcibly dragged his angry blow to other places! Before he could come back to his senses, he felt a pain in the Yanggu acupoint, and Qingyang's left foot was lightly raised, kicking his wrist. Xu Xianchun couldn't hold the long knife, so he could only let go and retreat. Qingyang didn't treat each other even more, and the Hengshan faction's "Returning Wind and Falling Goose Sword Technique" was like a surging river, and it was continuously attacked. Xu Xianchun retreated again and again, and was forced to the corner of the ring in an instant!

Exactly: the divine soldier is heroic and heroic, and he has been amorous and hateful since ancient times.

[1] From Tang Cuijiao's "Gift of the Maid", the full poem is as follows:

"The prince and grandson are chasing in the footsteps, and the green beads are tearful. As soon as Houmen entered the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passer-by from then on. ”

Here "Xiao Lang" refers to the original intention.