In the golden autumn of October, the autumn is high and cool, and there is a faint chill. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But Jiangling Town, Jiangling Prefecture, is very lively today, all the restaurants and teahouses in the town are full, pedestrians on the street are endless, all smiling, and the interest is high, in the hustle and bustle, a team of people across the high-headed horse to the East Street, the leader seems to be twenty years old, handsome, brightly dressed, smiling and constantly bowing to the pedestrians around him, this person is the largest gang in this place, Huo Qinghong's son Huo Fei, the son of the gang leader of Tianyi Gang, Huo Fei, it turns out that today is Huo Qinghong's golden basin to wash his hands, On the day of the sealing of the knife, Huo Qinghong intended to retire and it was not appropriate to show his head, so Huo Fei came out first to greet the guests who came to cheer. The area where the Tianyi Gang is located is the main road for the distribution of land and water goods, and the Tianyi Gang occupies the right time and place, controls the major transactions and has accumulated huge wealth. Huo Lao's gang leader crisscrossed the rivers and lakes in his early years, and had a wide range of contacts, and with the golden knife in his hand, he established the prestige of the Golden Sword King, and also created the grand occasion of the Tianyi Gang today. In the past few years, Huo Qinghong has gradually faded out of the affairs of the gang, and in his spare time, he does not skimp on money, accumulates virtue and does good. Today is even more extravagant, the restaurants and teahouses in the town are all covered, as long as the people in the town are guests. Therefore, there are many people who come to eat and drink and join in the fun. Of course, the guests with high prestige on the rivers and lakes have already been invited into the Tianyi Gang.

A restaurant on this side of East Street is making a lot of noise. Those who have had a friendship with Huo Qinghong and are familiar with each other have told Huo Qinghong's heroic past, saying that Huo Qinghong's knife skills are unique and unbeatable. There is a table of eight immortals in the corner of the restaurant closest to the street, there are four people sitting in front of the table, one of them, the age is estimated to be around fifty, I think it is the leader of these few, the other three are a little younger, the person opposite the old man is the youngest, and his expression is not as solemn as the others, he smacked the wine, and sighed enviously: This Huo Lao gang leader is really a hero, look at how magnificent this scene is, how can he be willing to withdraw from the rivers and lakes. The expression is very yearning. The leader continued: As the saying goes, "If the crockpot is not broken from the well, the general will inevitably die in battle", walking on the rivers and lakes, fighting and killing, and living at the edge of the knife, after all, it is not practical, you kid knows a fart. The man said with a hippie smile: I want to understand, but unfortunately there is no hope in this life. At this time, Huo Fei and the horses had already walked to the restaurant, and everyone got up to greet and salute in return. Only the two guests on the other side of the Eight Immortals Table were silent and expressionless, one of them was a scholar, slender and delicate, thoughtful, and the other stranger, with a sword and a sword on his back, with a stubble on his face, sweating profusely, thinking that he had just arrived and was pouring himself a drink, as if he had nothing to do with the scholar. When the man saw that these two people were arrogant and rude, he was angry, and when he saw the handsomeness of the scholar, he was provocative. After falling off the table, he pinched a peanut in his hand and flicked it to the wine glass in front of the scholar, wanting to break the wine glass and sprinkle the wine on the scholar. Unexpectedly, the stranger suddenly raised the chopsticks in his hand slightly, grabbed the peanuts, and quietly put them back on the plate. The scholar was unguarded, and only after a moment did he reflect it, and cast a grateful glance at the stranger. The man was dissatisfied with the stranger, and was about to get up to make trouble, when the leader signaled that he could not act rashly, and said: "You have to do something, don't be impatient." At this moment, a cannon sounded, and this cannon sounded to remind the heroes and heroes from all walks of life that the auspicious time was coming, and Huo Qinghong's ceremony of washing his hands in the golden basin was about to begin. Everyone had no choice but to do it, and walked out of the restaurant to the Tianyi gang.

Tianyi Gang is located in the most prosperous street of the town, there are two mighty and majestic stone lions squatting at the gate, after entering the door is a large martial arts training ground, the gang who did not go out to do errands on weekdays practiced martial arts in this open space, and the open space was opposite the gate was the hall. At this time, there was a long table in front of the hall, on which some wine and offerings were placed, and on the right hand side stood a neatly dressed master of ceremonies, and two rows of chairs were lined up on both sides of the table, and there were more than a dozen seats on one side. At the same time, a large number of guests also poured in at the gate, surrounding the tables and chairs, leaving only a small open space in front of the hall. The scholar and the stranger were also caught in the crowd.

The master of ceremonies took a gong in his hand, struck it twice, and said loudly: The auspicious time has come, and the salute begins. At this time, a person came out of the hall, and this person was Huo Qinghong. When the scholar saw Huo Qinghong, his face was full of hatred that he couldn't hide. Although Huo Qinghong is nearly sixty years old, he is burly, his eyes are like torches, there is a scar on the left side of his face, showing that he has been on the battlefield for a long time, and a green cloth robe and slightly white temples also show some vicissitudes. As soon as Huo Qinghong came out, the crowd shook, and everyone shouted, Huo Lao Hero is good. Huo Qinghong smiled, looked at the crowd on the field, and said loudly: "Heroes, after walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, I can have today, thanks to your love, the old man has thanked you first." As he spoke, he bowed in all directions, and most of the crowd returned the salute with fists in return, cheering endlessly. Huo Qinghong paused, and then said: "However, I have also done a lot of wrong things, made a lot of friends, and left many irreparable regrets, I hope the heroes of the world will forgive me." Today, I will let go of grievances and entanglements, wash my hands in the golden basin, and never ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and I will no longer use the knife in the future. He bowed forward again. The master of ceremonies handed Huo Qinghong three pillars of incense, Huo Qinghong bowed to the sky three times, and inserted the incense burner in front of the table to show that he swore to the sky. Immediately, the master of ceremonies brought up the prepared golden basin and placed it on the table.

Huo Qinghong rolled up her sleeves and was about to wash her hands. Suddenly, a shout came from the crowd: Wait. The sound was loud and eardrum-shaking, and the crowd was in a commotion. Everyone looked behind them. The monster with a sword and a knife on his back had already squeezed out of the crowd and stood in the center of the field.

There was a commotion in the crowd. A strong man in front of the chair shouted angrily: "Who are you?

The stranger replied loudly: "My surname is Hu, my name is Fengyang, I was originally from the Western Regions, I moved to the Central Plains for three years, studied the martial arts of the Central Plains, and created some swordsmanship and swordsmanship. ”

"The people of the Western Regions dare to spread wild here, go back to your Western Regions. The strong man snapped.

"Hu is in the Western Regions, and he is no longer invincible," Hu Fengyang said. As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, and the crowd scolded and ridiculed, one after another, this person was so frivolous, and everyone was indignant in their hearts: If it weren't for the day when the Huo gang leader washed his hands in a golden basin, he would have abolished you a long time ago.

"I heard that the Huo gang leader is known as the king of the golden sword, and the knife is about to be sealed, so I came here on purpose, and invited the Huo gang leader to meet Hu's wishes. Hu Fengyang turned to Huo Qinghong and said seriously. This sound to others as if to say, except for the Golden Sword King, he doesn't pay attention to anyone else, and it sounds harsh. Shouting and scolding erupted.

Standing behind Huo Qinghong were the four hall masters of Tianyi's gang of Qinglong, White Tiger, Xuanwu, and Vermilion Bird, all of whom were famous figures in the rivers and lakes, and they had all stepped in front of Huo Qinghong at this time. Huo Qinghong, with her hands slightly open, stopped them from moving forward.

At this time, the strong man on the field couldn't hold it back, and said sharply: "Baisha Gang Xie Jin accompanies him." Immediately, he jumped out and crossed in front of Hu Fengyang.

"Okay" Hu Fengyang shouted, "Hu will teach with his own knife technique." As he spoke, he untied the knife behind his back.

That Xie Jin was in a hurry, pounced forward, slashed with a knife, and as soon as the blades were connected, he felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and he jumped back in a hurry, and the knife was wrapped in front of his chest, in case the other party approached, his heart was tight, and he didn't dare to be careless. With this move, several people on the field had already secretly sighed that the other party's strength was not bad, and they were even more surprised in their hearts. Xie Jin stepped forward and used his own housekeeping skills, the Wind Knife Technique, the Wind Knife Method is to seek speed, to win with the operation of moves, if the opponent is not prepared, under this sharp offensive, it will be out of hand. Hu Fengyang stood in place, calm and composed, at the beginning, as if he was suppressed by Xie Jin; after 20 rounds, Xie Jin's moves gradually felt stagnant, and suddenly felt that the opponent's strength was strong, and as soon as the two knives met, there was a rebound force to oppress each other; after 50 rounds, Xie Jin had to retreat, while Hu Fengyang moved forward step by step, leaving room for improvement. The people on the field secretly admired that the knife technique of this step-by-step camp was slightly restrained, but it was very exquisite.

At this time, Xie Jin's face was flushed and embarrassed. There are many people on the field who have a good relationship with the Baisha Gang, and they are gearing up and want to come forward to solve the siege. Just now, the man in the restaurant had a gap with Hu Fengyang, and he grabbed it without saying a word, but it was too late for the leader to stop him, and the man shouted: Zhang Mao, the fourth master of the warehouse, advised. Seeing this, the other three had to jump in together. Hu Fengyang's knife technique changed, changed from slow to fast, with one enemy and five, not falling behind, five people besieged more than 30 times, it was difficult to get close, and it was gradually difficult to parry.

Huo Qinghong pondered, since this person is here, he will not give in easily, and he needs to be thwarted in one fell swoop, so as not to let the scene get out of control, and shouted: Everyone retreat temporarily. The figure has arrived in front of Hu Fengyang, Huo Qinghong is using the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, as soon as the person lands, he turns around and takes off, and slashes down, full of strength. Hu Fengyang took two steps back and shouted: "Good knife technique", as if the stronger the opponent, the more excited, just now with the five people, did not do his best, and now launched his own thirty-six knife technique. Huo Qinghong's knife technique is mainly fierce, making the general rise, condensed and sharp, like a tiger pounced, and the crowd retreated unconsciously. Hu Fengyang's knife technique is either chopping or cutting, with fists and feet, the moves are peculiar, unorganized, but unexpected. For a while, I couldn't see the strength of the two. At this time, the crowd began to pay close attention to this uninvited guest, who was burly, dressed in Central Plains clothes, with a handsome face, the thick stubble that people in the Western Regions often had, and the arrogance in his eyes. Everyone sighed secretly: This person is only about thirty years old, but his martial arts attainments are unfathomable.

The two of them are staggered, advancing and retreating, and before they know it, two hundred rounds have passed. When the two knives met, Huo Qinghong knew that the other party's internal strength was profound, and he was secretly worried: the opponent's martial arts were elusive, the knife skills were strange, and the longer they held each other, the more unfavorable it would be to themselves. The more hearty Hu Fengyang played, the more comfortable and happy his heart became. Huo Qinghong gritted his teeth, suddenly retreated, crossed the air, the knife drew an arc above his head, and slashed down with all his might, his foot just touched the ground, and he took advantage of the momentum to jump again, and slashed again; Hu Fengyang took a few steps back, and suddenly felt that the knife was like a tide and a knife higher than a knife. Huo Qinghong's stunt is the famous stunt "volley three slashes", the first slash uses six successful forces, the second slashes use eight successful forces, and the third slash is to do his best. Just after the two knives, everyone saw that Hu Fengyang's footsteps were unsteady, and their spirits were greatly lifted, and they couldn't help but cheer loudly. In the interval, I only heard Huo Qinghong shouting, the third cut had arrived, Hu Fengyang gasped, struggled to meet it, only heard a bang, and the knife in his hand was broken into two sections, half in his hand, and half of it flew away. The glaive knife went down to Hu Fengyang's left chest, the knife technique was extremely fast, Hu Fengyang was about to become a ghost under the knife, Hu Fengyang avoided it sideways in a hurry, the knife in his left arm, and at the same time his right arm probed sideways and hit Huo Qinghong's chest. Hu Fengyang's move was out of urgency, with the intention of encircling Wei to save Zhao, forcing Huo Qinghong to restrain his knife to save himself, but the Yanyue knife was too strong to be retracted, and Huo Qinghong's last cut had the intention of finishing his work in one battle, so the door was wide open.

Huo Qinghong shook his back after being hit by the palm, and stood still with the handle of the knife. The three slashes just now really consumed a lot of energy. Hu Fengyang, where he was stabbed in his left arm, blood gushed out, but Hu Fengyang ignored it completely, and laughed three times: "Happy, happy."

Seeing this scene, Tianyi Gang of hall masters, Huo Qinghong's only son, Huo Fei, and others were already anxious on the side, and then grabbed them out and protected Huo Qinghong.

Hu Fengyang laughed and said: "The Huo Gang Leader's Golden Knife is worthy of its reputation, and today's battle is three hundred rounds, it's really happy, haha." Just when the two competed, although they hurt each other, Huo Qinghong tried his best, but Hu Fengyang talked and laughed freely, and the superiority had already been judged. The faces of the Tianyi gang were very displeased, on their own land, how could they allow others to be so presumptuous, just waiting for the gang leader to give an order to take down this madman.

Hu Fengyang tore a piece of the clothes on his body, bandaged his arms, and said: "Today, heroes and heroes gather here, but someone will compete with Zai Xia again." ”

"Bold fanatics, it's really too much to deceive people, is there no one in the Central Plains to deceive me. The Four Brothers of Changshan Teach

"Nanhua Old Immortal is here"

As soon as the words fell, the five people had already rushed towards Hu Fengyang. Hu Fengyang quickly drew his long sword, circled in place, and engaged these five people in short combat. Then they were entangled together. Dozens of rounds later, the two swords landed, the third and fourth of the four Changshan brothers were swords in their wrists, and the other three were also in danger. Three more people in the crowd jumped in to make up for the lack of Changshan's third and fourth children, so that some people in the sword group came out injured, and some people waited for the opportunity to enter and entangle Hu Fengyang together. I only heard the sound of the sword whistling, the shouting was endless, the dust was flying, and in just one hour, Hu Fengyang had injured more than 20 people. Huo Qinghong saw that the scene was endless, stood up, waved his knife and slashed at the middle of the people, this cut just split Hu Fengyang, and stopped Nanhua Laoxian and other five people behind him, Hu Fengyang had to jump backwards, undiminished; Huo Qinghong paused, and said to Hu Fengyang: "Your Excellency is a hero, there are talents in the country, today is the day when the old man withdraws from the rivers and lakes, can you give the old man a thin face." He then clasped his fists to the people present and said, "Heroes, please be patient today." ”

At this time, the person standing in front of the bench stood up and said tepidly: "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is exquisite, there is no need to say much, but in today's martial arts, the exquisite swordsmanship is Ye Pingsheng Ye of the Huashan faction, Your Excellency is strong in martial arts, claiming to be the first in the world, and it is not necessarily the opponent of Ye Zhangmen." "The man who spoke was a man with a hat and a crown, and he was thin. It is Gu Yuantu, the head of Qingcheng. Although Hu Fengyang does not claim to be the first in the world, his words and deeds have the meaning of not taking everyone in his eyes.

Hu Fengyang laughed and hugged Huo Qinghong, expressing his promise that Hu was just a person who loved martial arts, and had no other intentions. Turning to Gu Yuantu, he replied, "Master Huashan, okay, thank you for your advice." In the tone, there is a meaning that since there are no heroes here, you should go elsewhere. Then he jumped over the crowd and went out of the sky. The scholar at the same table just now looked at the back of the stranger leaving, and sighed secretly: What a hero, heroic and heroic.

Gu Yuantu has been watching for a long time, so there is a deep meaning, one is to provoke Hu Fengyang to leave, to avoid a battle, because of his nickname: "Qiankun a sword", swordsmanship in the audience is the highest reputation, if Hu Fengyang insists on competing with the sword, in the end everyone will push him to fight, and the opponent is elusive, victory or defeat is unpredictable, to not fight the best; on the other hand, the void is to respect Huashan swordsmanship, but it is really to throw the burden to the Huashan faction.

Although Hu Fengyang left, the cursing on the field still came and went, Huo Qinghong beckoned left and right, and the ceremony was held as usual. The crowd turned to praise Huo Qinghong for being really open-minded and regardless of the details.

The ceremony is over. Huo Qinghong expressed some gratitude to the guests, and instructed his disciples to arrange food, drink, accommodation, etc., while he laughed and said that he was old and frail and lacklustre, so he went back to his bedroom accompanied by his son Huo Fei.

After entering the bedroom, as soon as the door was closed, Huo Qinghong coughed violently, and spit out a mouthful of blood after a while. Seeing this, Huo Fei panicked and shouted, "Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you." Huo Qinghong sighed: "Dad is old, just rest", in fact, he knew that he was defenseless with the palm just now, and it was really hurt, looking at the young son in front of him, he couldn't help but feel sad: "Tianyi's plate is too big, the so-called tree is a big wind, you are young...". Huo Fei hurriedly replied: "The child will definitely practice martial arts diligently and share his father's worries." Huo Qinghong was a little relieved, and said in a low voice: "You go out first, Dad is going to rest."

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