At this time, Bai Mengyang said astringently: "I sincerely thank you for your kindness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info ashamed! Although I said that I wanted to burn this book, I really couldn't bear to do it, and I couldn't bear to destroy the hard work of my predecessors and ancestors. According to the virtuous nephew, although it is a bit risky to destroy the fake at the conference, it is a good time. As Miss Oriental said, it's worth a gamble. After thinking about it in the past few days, it is meaningless to ask the sword pavilion to keep this false name, I intend to dissolve the portal, and send my father's coffin back to my ancestor for burial with my family, and since then I have abandoned the sword and practiced farming, and I have lived the rest of my life. It is very desirable to transfer the "Essence of the Ten Directions" to others, but who can take it? Nephew, since you say so, but you already have an idea? ”

Sima Xin said: "There is only one house in the world that can store this book. Everyone paid attention, only to hear him spit out two words: "Xuandu." ”

"No, no." Wuwei said hurriedly, "I heard that it is not a matter of a day or two that Xuandu is not in harmony, how can I trust them at this time, they don't even have a head at the moment, and the Xihai Alliance is ...... In short, no. Wuwei thought of Huo Zhonghui's wrist, and thought of Heng Yuhuan's predicament, and shook his head again and again.

Sima Xin smiled slightly and said, "I understand." So until they have a new leader, I am willing to help my uncle keep the "Essence of the Ten Directions" together. Although I'm really not interested in these disputes, since they have already come to help, let's help to the end. After that, he glanced at Dongfang Lin intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "It's naturally good if you are willing to help, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to." ”

Dongfang Lin somehow didn't even think about it, and the ghost made God nod his head. Wuwei said calmly: "Since I said it a few days ago, I am naturally willing." ”

Bai Mengyang suddenly stood up from his seat, bowed deeply to everyone, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, Bai is ashamed!" ”

The four people in the audience hurriedly got up, excused themselves, and then sat down again to discuss the details. Later that day, everyone quietly took out the entire "Essence of the Ten Directions" at the bottom of the well, moved it to the largest study in the house, and copied it separately, and was busy until late at night.

The next day, on the second day of the second month of February, the sky was a little gloomy, thick clouds covered the sun, the white waves on the Qiantang River were layered, the reeds around the riverside wasteland were also undulating in the hunting wind, the green smoke drifted in the distant villages, the red flowers danced with green belts, and the sound of gongs and drums. This day is the festival commonly known as "the dragon raises its head" in the north, and the south worships the god of the land shrine, the remnants of winter are over, the spring ploughing is about to begin, the mountains and villages and towns are all a thriving joyful atmosphere, no one knows that there are two or three hundred strong men with dignified faces and different hearts gathered on this suburban wasteland.

Under the summons of Qiu Yunyi's notebook, the people who came to participate in the Wenjian Pavilion Conference were all present, and when they looked at it, a group of people who were pressed by the black press, although they all had blades in their hands, most of them had no fighting intent in their eyes. I don't know if the wind blew away the voices, or if there weren't many people talking at all, this time and space seemed surprisingly quiet, and the wind in my ears was clear.

Qiu Yun stood in the center of the clearing with his head held high, a pair of eagle eyes swept over everyone, and his speech was slow, but loud, and it poured into everyone's ears in a dignified manner: "From today on, I am your martial arts alliance leader." Who is not convinced? ”

There was silence in the field. Originally, some people expected the Xihai League to stand up and carry the beam, but who knows, their alliance leader did not come today, only Heng Yuhuan, Qi Mutian, and Shi Jinzhong represented the Xihai League to participate in the conference. Among the several famous factions, only the people of Wudang and Qingcheng were all present, and even the monks of Shaolin Temple did not show up, which made many people lose their support at once, and at this time they were self-controlled, and no one took the lead in speaking.

Qiu Yun said with a smile: "If you don't speak, I'll assume that everyone agrees!" In the future, when you come to my villa every year, you will not be embarrassed. ”

"Wait!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded in the crowd, and everyone looked at it, only to see the one-armed Heavenly Master Chang Zhengqing push away Cheng Guangyuan, who wanted to dissuade him, strode forward, and glared at Qiu Yun angrily: "I haven't agreed yet!" ”

Cheng Guangyuan stretched out his hand to grab the air, but he looked embarrassed, and glanced sideways at Zhang Junsu, the head of Qingcheng, who was not far away, and saw that his brows were tightly locked, and the corners of his mouth were straight. A few days ago, when the leaders of all the sects gathered in the Lingyin Courtyard, Heng Jingzhao, the leader of the Xihai Alliance, came to visit, and his words clearly revealed his strong dissatisfaction with Chunlin Villa, thinking that today he might stand up and say a few words for many sects, but who knew that this was the case! He also said privately to the head of Qingcheng Zhang before that Qiu Yun just wanted the reputation of the leader of the alliance, at most he would send one or two disciples to be polite every year, and he would be fine. But the teacher's uncle, who couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes, rushed out.

He was not allowed to think about it, but in an instant, Heavenly Master and Qiu Yun had already started to move.

The crowd was "buzzing" and noisy. The one-armed Heavenly Master has a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, and at this time, he really stood up without fear of pressure, and many people secretly applauded it. I saw that the posture and footwork of the Heavenly Master were like flowing water, but the palm was like a sharp blade everywhere, one lead and one blow, strong and soft, and rigid, even Qiu Yun had to use all his strength.

There were scattered cheers from behind, but Cheng Guangyuan was sweating more and more for his uncle. The Heavenly Master's skill is profound, but after all, if he is missing an arm, he will definitely suffer against such a strong enemy. But seeing that Qiu Yun's offensive was getting stronger and stronger, he had gradually suppressed the Heavenly Master.

Suddenly, Qiu Yun's eyes were full of light, and the elusive palm was like a knife pointing directly at the big hole on the chest of the Heavenly Master, and the Heavenly Master had no time to change his steps, so he had to block the frame with his hands, but unexpectedly halfway through, Qiu Yun's palm power was like a spiritual snake in a trance, and suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the Heavenly Master was dismantled, almost broken by him to break the defense, and saw that the punch that followed was already pressing up. The Celestial Master was shocked and retreated half a step, although he dodged the heavy blow, he was still injured by the strength of the fist, like a dull hammer.

Cheng Guangyuan secretly screamed that it was not good, he had already stepped forward, and seeing that Qiu Yun was attacking again, it was a fatal trick, and he was so anxious that he hated that there were no Hot Wheels under his feet. At this moment, a figure flashed in front of him, and the moment his toes just stepped on the ground, he saw the person clearly. It turned out that Heng Yu had sensed something bad one step ahead of him, and at this time, he had already used his gun to force Qiu Yun to stop, which saved the Heavenly Master from bad luck.

I saw that she resisted Qiu Yun's killing moves within a few moves, but she didn't love fighting, and took the initiative to withdraw from Zhangyu, protecting the injured one-armed Heavenly Master with one hand and forcing Qiu Yun with a gun in the other. Qiu Yun was furious, and he almost wanted to attack again, but Hengyu still looked like a fierce tiger with a strong fighting spirit at this time, and even the people standing far behind could feel the invisible pressure, and everyone was silent.

Qiu Yun was ready to attack, and sneered: "How did I forget, and you, what, do you want to kill me?" ”

Hengyu also took two steps, his eyes were bright, and he said angrily: "Don't force me!" ”

The moment of stalemate seemed to be so long, she didn't know how long she could last, so she had to abandon all distractions and lock on the tip of the gun.

Suddenly, Qiu Yun put away his offensive, brushed his sleeves and withdrew a few steps and said, "Okay, I don't want to worry about you today." ”

Heng Yu still didn't dare to relax, and slowly walked backwards with the gun, and when he and the Heavenly Master and Cheng Guangyuan retreated to the sidelines, he breathed a long sigh of relief and turned his eyes to look at Qiu Yinming. The two were far apart, and she could only vaguely read the meaning in her eyes, and a faint wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

On the side, Cheng Guangyuan was taking the pulse of the Heavenly Master. Fang Cai's half-punch caused the Heavenly Master's qi and blood to be disordered, and his internal organs were damaged, which was really chilling. The Heavenly Master didn't say much at this time, his face was gloomy, and he asked Cheng Guangyuan to massage for him and suspend his injury.

Qiu Yun paced a few steps on the sidelines, and threatened again: "Who else is not convinced?" Seeing that everyone was silent, he laughed mockingly at himself for a while, and suddenly stopped in front of Bai Mengyang.

Bai Mengyang only brought two disciples, Wang Lian and Li Linyue, accompanied by Sima Xin and other four people, to the meeting. At this time, cold sweat was dripping on their foreheads. Early in the morning, the master summoned the two of them and solemnly informed him of his decision to disband the disciples and burn the ancestral secret book. The two of them were shocked at first and tried every means to dissuade them, but the master had no choice but to accept it with tears. Fang Cai witnessed this tense scene, and was frightened, seeing Qiu Yun approaching with an unkind face, the two of them only felt a chill on their backs.

"Lord Baige, what are you doing today? As if I didn't invite you. Qiu Yun seemed to be smiling.

Bai Mengyang took a step forward, bowed his hands in all directions, and then said in a calm voice: "Old Grandmaster Qiu's martial arts are the first in the world, and it is obvious to all, and he is qualified to be the leader of the martial arts alliance. Bai is not talented, taking advantage of the gathering of heroes, I sincerely ask everyone to testify. Ask the Sword Pavilion faction, ashamed of what they did before, they have no face to stand in the rivers and lakes again, and after today, they will dissolve the sect, and Bai will also abandon the martial arts and return to the field. Beckoning the two disciples to step forward, the package was opened, and more than thirty volumes fell into everyone's eyes, and there was a faint agitation in the crowd. Bai Mengyang was angry, his expression couldn't help but be a little stiff, and he said loudly: "The Essence of the Ten Directions is here!" ”

There was a sudden uproar in the field, and countless pairs of eyes stared at it hungrily, and many people couldn't help but push and shove to the front, stretching their necks, staring and opening their mouths, scrambling to see this legendary book clearly. Many of the leaders simply gathered around.

Seeing this, Wuwei and Sima Xin exchanged glances, and at the same time stepped forward and blocked in front of Wang Lian and Li Linyue.

Qiu Yun asked with interest, "White Pavilion Master, what are you doing here?" He turned his head and looked at the people around him with contempt, and said sideways: "Do you plan to let these rabble divide up and clean it from now on?" ”

Bai Mengyang saw that among the people who came up, there were several so-called famous and decent families, smiled bitterly in his heart, straightened his face, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "This book is harmful to the rivers and lakes, it is useless to keep it, my father has gone, I want to destroy this book in public, and I also ask Old Sect Master Qiu to testify for me." After that, he took out two books from the scroll, handed them to Qiu Yun, and said, "Please ask the old master to look at it to see the authenticity." ”

As soon as these words came out, some people in the crowd of onlookers suddenly shouted to dissuade them. There is a lot of language, and there is no shortage of "pity...... Ancestors...... Words such as "martial arts ......" frequently jump out.

Qiu Yun stared at him meaningfully, did not push back, pulled the scroll with one hand, flipped through a few pages, suddenly closed it, looked up to the sky and laughed: "Bai Mengyang, you also have a day to see through!" Hehe...... I thought you were a bastard for the rest of your life! Haha......" turned around, suddenly tore the book into several pieces, raised his hand and threw it out, and shouted: "Okay! You...... Good! Just in front of me, you burn me! Pointing to the people behind him, "Burn me clean in front of these bastards!" "The laughter was chilling.

In the spring of the second year of Tianshun, the Hangzhou Martial Arts Conference, under this gloomy sky, in the black and gray flames, in Qiu Yun's laughter and the cries of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, the curtain came to an end in surprise. So much so that many years later, it is still an unforgettable and unforgettable past that has been passed down from generation to generation in the martial arts.