Chapter 317: Strange Battle

Hearing Xin Qiji's praise, Song Xiaolang, the thief of the text, blushed a rare blush (read the full text of the dictator of the Anti-Japanese War). Secretly said, if this poem is seen by Wanyan Yusheng, maybe there will be some waves. However, at the moment, it is natural to curry favor with Xin Qiji, after all, he wants to escort the martial arts candidates on Shandong Road to Beijing, and he has to take care of him along the way.

Seeing Song Zheng's calligraphy and poems, the rest of them had different expressions. Lu Hong's guy is naturally proud, as Song Zheng's eldest brother, he is honored. Xin Yu was born with admiration. If you look at people by poetry, this Song Xiaolang's writing can be regarded as amazing, almost comparable to his father Xin Qiji's (the latest chapter of the ability of the last days).

Yang Dongwen is average, and his personality is relatively straightforward, and he also applauded with Xin Qiji, "Xiaolang, I can't compare to you, wait for a while, I Yang Dong will suppress you no matter what I say." ”

In this regard, Song Zheng just smiled and did not speak.

Qiao Shang's face was even more ugly, and even the famous lyricist Xin You'an (Xin Qiji) applauded loudly, so tomorrow's poetry will definitely not be compared. However, this guy knows that he is not good at writing poetry, but he is also happy to take this opportunity to hit Hou Wenxian and Xu Mingxuan, so that they don't drop their bookbags every day and treat themselves as rough people.

Xin Qijian commented for a long time, and sighed, "If I am a great soldier, I am like a small man, with the ambition of serving the country, why worry about the injustice!" ”

Song Zheng shook his head secretly, there is no one who is a military general who does not look forward to fighting and hopes to make meritorious contributions, but he has never thought that once he succeeds, the honor will be filled with blood and corpses. Although Song Zheng considered himself not a good person, he was absolutely unwilling for the two countries to go to war. Fortunately, after Yan Yusheng ascended the throne, he was first busy rectifying the country, and then dealing with Western Xia, so he would not start a war with Daqi for the time being, and the people could live a stable life for a few years. As for the future, after Yan Yusheng's ambition swelled, whether he would wave his army south, Song Zheng couldn't say.

After a few more reviews, Yang Dong shouted, "Xiaolang, shouldn't we go out?" ”

Xin Qiji nodded, handed over the words written by Song Zheng to his subordinates to frame, and then said with a smile, "Xiaolang, Yang Dong, I will judge you today!" ”

Lu Hong was full of confidence in Song Zheng, and immediately said, "Uncle Lu, I will press five taels of silver and bet on Xiaolang to win." ”

"Betting?" Qiao Shang was interested, this guy was originally good at this, and immediately took out ten taels of silver to buy Yang Dongying. Xin Qiji is also an "old man talking about juvenile madness", and he pressed ten taels with Xin Yu, betting on Yang Dong to win. After all, he had seen Song Zheng's skills in the big competition last year, and he did not perform as well as Yang Dong.

Yang Dong also gambled, and actually took out twenty taels of silver (read the full text of the mystery of the Tao). Song Zheng was a little stunned, this Yang Dong's kung fu had been seen, but he didn't know the details of his family, judging from the fact that he easily took out twenty taels of silver, he must have been born in a wealthy family. Could it be that the descendants of the Yang family generals have developed when they arrive in Daqi?

"Since everyone is so interested, I can't say it if I don't get involved." Song Zheng laughed, "Now it is forty taels of silver that is pressed against Brother Yang, and only Lu Hong has pressed five taels of silver, then I am not hypocritical, I will bet this!" ”

After that, Song Zheng took out a gold bill. This was won by Daikin last year at the Wanyan Kyung Right Prime Minister's Mansion. When you leave Daikin, you naturally have to take this yellow and white thing with you. Two of the ingots were exchanged for silver for use on the road.

As soon as the gold coin came out, everyone was a little discolored. Whether it is Daqi or Dajin, gold is relatively rare. Even if there were, few people dared to carry it with them. After all, it's something that's particularly eye-catching.

Song Zheng took out the gold and immediately covered himself with a layer of mystery. Song Zheng's father, Song Jue, is known to everyone, except for silver, he has never coveted any silver taels, and he is still very high. Where did Song Zheng's gold come from?

However, although everyone was a little suspicious, they would not say anything. I have seen all the gold, and with the family background and personality of these people, I will not rob it.

Yang Dong laughed, "Okay, if you win Xiaolang today, I will be the east in the evening, this ingot can let us have a good meal!" Xiaolang, please! ”

"Please!"

When everyone came to the patio, Song Zheng immediately took a second look at the terrain. In his experience, observing the terrain is the number one priority. The patio is not big, the east and west are long and narrow, about twelve or three zhang, that is, thirty meters up and down, and there are six or seven zhang in the north and south. If it's used for martial arts, it's still a little cramped. However, this crampedness is more beneficial to Song Zheng, whose kung fu is small and flexible, and he is good at hand-to-hand combat. And Yang uses a gun, which requires a certain amount of space.

However, judging from the situation of Yang Dong and Xin Qijian in the morning, it was not easy for him to defeat him. What's more, he doesn't have a weapon that he can do (the latest chapter of the top love saint). Yang Dong has been playing with guns, and his marksmanship is naturally excellent. And Song Zheng is a little troublesome. Although "Zhenyuan Knife Spectrum" is good, Song Zheng always feels that it is not very mature. As for the "Panlong Sword Stick" that he conceived, he only stayed in his mind now, and he must not have practiced it. It seems that the only thing that he is best at is "too trolling swordsmanship".

Yang Dong took out two ash poles from the weapon rack on the side of the wall, shook them, nodded with satisfaction, and threw one of them to Song Zheng. Song Zheng picked it up and measured it, and the ash pole was more than three meters long, close to three meters.

"Xiaolang, aren't you using a knife?" Lu Hong knew Song Zheng's skills, and immediately shouted.

When Xin Qiji heard this, he took out a wooden knife from the weapon rack, which was the kind used in the martial arts competition. Song Zheng waved his hand, took out the fish intestine sword from his calf, and with a slight wave, cut off the ash pole. One is small, about two feet long, about eight feet.

Everyone didn't know what Song Zheng was doing, and they all looked stunned.

Next, Song Zheng sharpened the handle of a short piece of wooden stick to make it more suitable for grasping, and sharpened the edges and corners of the truncated end into a round head. Obviously, it was to prevent himself from using too much force and stabbing Yang Dong at once.

Xin Qiji nodded, this Song Xiaolang has a compassionate heart, no matter what the result is, this heart is not bad.

After processing, Song Zheng threw the long end and turned around and came to the west side of Yang Dong, which of course had a purpose. It was already afternoon, and the sun was in the western sky. Attacking from east to west, it is inevitable that it will be affected by daylight.

The rest of the people didn't expect this yet, but Xin Qiji smiled at the corner of his mouth, this Song Xiaolang is really smart and knows how to make full use of the terrain.

Song Zheng and Yang Dong stood three zhang away from each other, and when it came to the formal competition, Yang Dong's momentum changed, like a javelin, standing straight, and his face was extremely grim. On the other hand, Song Zheng is extremely relaxed, with a chic and unimpressed appearance. What's even more strange is that he is holding two sticks, one short and one long, and he looks a little hanging, and he doesn't take the competition seriously.

Seeing that the two of them were standing, Xin Qiji's face was straight, "Yang Dong, Song Zheng, although it is just a competition, they all have to do their best, play their own level, don't deal with things (say okay, read the full text together)." Of course, if you are about to stab the opponent in the vital point, you must stop at the point. Although it's just an ash pole, if it pokes it in the throat, lower body, etc., it will also kill people! The previous sentence was naturally said to Song Zheng.

Both nodded.

"Let's go!"

As soon as Xin Qiji's words fell, Yang Dong burst into a shout, shook the white pole in his hand, and kicked the ground suddenly. In three or two steps, he stepped more than a foot in front of Song Zheng and quickly stabbed Song Zheng's chest.

As soon as Yang Dongfu started, Song Zheng knocked the two sticks in his hand, and the corners of his mouth also curled up an arc. This action, in Yang Dong's eyes, was naturally contemptuous. He shot faster, almost instantaneously in front of Song Zheng's chest.

Song Zheng was also a little surprised by Yang Dong's speed. However, he still tentatively stretched his left arm forward, and with his amazing eyesight, he put a long piece of stick with the other party.

As soon as he came into contact, Song Zheng secretly exclaimed that it was not good. I only felt a strong force coming, almost irresistible. Song Zheng immediately made a decision and immediately retreated three steps, even so, the stick in his left hand was almost unable to hold it, and his hand moved forward five inches along the stick, and at the same time shook his wrist slightly, so as to unload the huge force.

In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that Song Zheng was repelled alive by Yang Dong. Qiao Shang immediately clapped his hands, and Xin Yu also nodded. Lu Hong let out a "ah", and his face showed anxiety. Xin Qiji frowned slightly and didn't say anything.

Yang was unforgiving, pressed and rushed forward three more steps, the ash pole in his hand stopped a flower, quickly pulled back, and then stabbed forward at a faster speed, heading straight for Song Zheng's front door.

Song Zheng took three more steps back, still with his left hand, and the stick lightly knocked on the opponent's pole head, causing it to deviate from the direction. However, Yang Dong's momentum was too great, and Song Zheng still felt that his palms were numb for a while (read the full text of the Hidden Immortal on the Campus of Xiantu).

Yang Dong rushed up again, and Song Zheng retreated.

In a few breaths, Song Zheng arrived at the root of the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Yang Dong sneered and danced the gun faster. This time, it's no longer just stabbing, picking, teasing, smashing, touching, all kinds of subtle moves are unfolded. Song Zheng's combination of long and short sticks is worthy of the enemy, thanks to his quick movements and amazing physical strength, this can see the move and defeat the enemy. Even so, he was still in danger, and on several occasions, Yang Dong's gun stabbed from above his shoulder and under his ribs, and it was so fast that if he hadn't dodged faster, he would have been stabbed.

The scene on the field saw Qiao Shang's eyebrows fluttering, and he kept shouting, "Yang Dong, stab him, stab him, yes, smash his head!" ”

Lu Hong was shocked and angry, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Shut up!" ”

Qiao Shang shook his head, his face was pale, and he was still shouting there, but his voice was a little quieter.

Xin Yu looked nervous, for fear that Yang Dong would be too violent and beat Song Zheng out of the way.

Xin Qiji's face was solemn, and he secretly wondered, Yang Dong attacked like this, it can be said that he did his best, but he was resisted by Song Zheng. Although this Song Xiaolang looks rather embarrassed, he can always avoid it dangerously, what mystery will there be?

On the field, Yang Dong was also a little puzzled, obviously he would be able to stab Song Xiaolang immediately, but he was always a fraction of a millimeter off and couldn't do his best. He attacked for half a cup of tea, and the opponent blindly defended, and he didn't even counterattack. This doesn't seem to be quite like Song Zheng's style!

At this time, both of them on the field were sweating. Yang Dong attacked, and his physical strength was not small. Song Zheng's defense also used all his strength, and it was also extremely physically demanding.

Yang Dong attacked a few more times, but was still dodged or blocked by Song Zheng and took over. He couldn't help but feel anxious. He raised his eyebrows and yelled, "Look at my trick!" ”