Chapter 371: A Tough Opponent (Part I)

Song Zheng didn't care much about who he was fighting against, this kind of thing was originally based on luck, and there was no absolute fairness (the latest chapter of the voice of Fan). His eyes were on the high-ranking officials on the stage, trying to interpret their personalities and hobbies from their faces. If you want to establish yourself in Jiangning, you may be able to deal with someone in the future. Song Zheng never had the luxury of hoping that he could shake Huang Song and the others on his own, and he also needed allies.

Song Zheng has a good brain, and he can remember everything Yang Dong said, and the name, position, and appearance of each general are all on the right as a data reserve.

No matter how clever a strategy is, it is done by people. Only after having a large amount of information can we find a reasonable way.

Song Zheng looked around again, and sat on the left side of the mountainside as always, with Huang Huan and Huang Ting on the other side, but Huang Song was nowhere to be seen. Around the school grounds, Song Zheng also saw Xu Mingxuan, and saw him talking and laughing with three or two brightly dressed sons. And not far from him, a broad-faced boy with a gloomy face aimed at Xu Mingxuan from time to time. Could it be Tingting? Song Zheng muttered to himself in his heart.

At this time, the general on the stage hugged his fist towards the generals, "All the martial arts wooden chips are ready, please ask Master Dong to draw wooden chips for Dabi (Dongting Shifu txt download)." ”

Among the high-ranking officials, Dong Lancheng, the right attendant of the military department, was the highest, followed by Lan Shiguang, the commander of the city guard army and the left attendant of the military department, Jiang Weiji, the left envoy of the city guard army, He Kuan, the supervisor of the city guard army, Yan Wuyi, Gu Tiande, the general of the city guard army, and Feng Zhanbao, the general of the city guard army, as well as two adjutants of the military department.

is different from the black and sturdy Lan Shiguang, although Dong Lancheng is old and has gray hair, he has strong sword eyebrows, sharp edges and corners on his face, and he looks good. Looking closely, Dong Mingyan really has similarities with his grandfather.

Dong Lancheng conceded a few words to Lan Shiguangqian, then stepped forward, casually took out two wooden chips from the wooden box, and said in a loud voice, "No. 89, Henan Road Wuju Cai Zhendong, No. 312, Guangxi East Road Wuju, Liang Qin." ”

The two sergeants came over, bowed down to take the wooden chips in Dong Lancheng's hand, ran off the stage quickly, and handed them to a hundred households in front of the martial arts team.

The hundred-hundred-man immediately said, "Eighty-nine, three hundred and twelve, out of the ranks." Immediately, I saw a young man with a broad waist and a thick back, and a man with a yellow face, who walked out of the martial arts team and took the wooden chips engraved with their own numbers.

Then, the two of them shook their fists with expressionless faces and walked to the open space on the other side.

At this time, the generals on the stage began to take turns to draw out a pair of wooden chips, handed them over to the sergeant to take to the stage, and handed them over to the hundred households.

After Dong Lancheng and Lan Shiguang each took out a pair of wooden chips, they no longer participated, but walked to the side and spoke in a low voice. The two laughed and seemed to have a good relationship. People who can go to this position, even if they have some disagreements, will definitely not look good in front of the martial arts. It's just that Song Zheng felt that the two had a big difference in face, and it looked a little funny standing together.

The rest of the generals, generals and adjutant officers of the military department kept rotating, and a pair of wooden chips were also uploaded from the stage. As more and more wooden chips were drawn, the hundreds of households in the audience also sped up. One-on-one martial arts, holding wooden chips engraved with their numbers and names, re-lining on the other side and standing still.

is here, only listening to hundreds of households shouting, "No. 244, Shandong Road Wuju, Song Zheng, No. 88, Henan Road Wuju, Gu Zhengjie (full text reading in the era of mutation)!" ”

As soon as 100 households reported the number, Lu Hong, Yang Dong and others couldn't help but change color. Gu Zhengjie is a well-known master of Henan Road, and he is also known as another Henan Road Wuju Tian Jinchang. Gu Zhengjie's father is the most well-known fierce general Gu Pojiao in Henan Roadside Pass, and is known as the "Three Armies of the Brave Crown".

The tiger father has no dog son, and Gu Zhengjie is also an extraordinary brave person. Song Zheng is not a good thing to face him.

On the other side, Mu Boyo, who had just drawn a wooden chip, couldn't help but smile on his face. It seems that there is no need to make any stumbling blocks by himself, this Song Zheng is also in a catastrophe. Dong Mingyan was naturally also gloating, and the corners of his mouth were almost to the root of his ears.

"Xiaolang, be careful of this person!" Yang Dong, who had not yet drawn the number, whispered. Song Zheng nodded slightly, and walked out of the team with the corners of his mouth upturned. And in front of him to the left, a tall and strong man came out of the crowd.

The big man was nearly half a head taller than Song Zheng, and his body was also thicker. The square face is dark, and at first glance, he often trains hard in the field.

When the two came to Baihu, Gu Zhengjie glanced at Song Zheng up and down, first smiled, then pouted, and shook his head slightly, as if he was quite dissatisfied with his opponent. Song Zheng's face remained unchanged, nodded at Gu Zhengjie, took the wooden chip in the hands of Baihu, and turned around and walked to the other side.

Gu Zhengjie also hurriedly grabbed his wooden chips, took two steps to overtake Song Zheng, and came to the back of a queue.

Song Zheng smiled dumbly, unhurriedly, and came to Gu Zhengjie's side to stand still.

At this moment, a voice sounded, "Song Gongzi, you drew a good lot." Feeling bad? It was that Dong Mingyan, standing in another column on Song Zheng's side, grinning and looking proud.

"That's good," Song Zheng said with a smile, "But don't be complacent, Brother Dong, the brother next to you is extraordinary, and my kung fu is still above you, I'm afraid you won't have a good time at that level (read the full text of the fantasy realm)." ”

Dong Mingyan's opponent is a martial artist on Jinghu South Road, who is not tall, has a mediocre appearance, and has wider hands and feet, which has nothing to do with the word "heroic martial arts". Since Dong Mingyan came to provoke himself again, Song Zheng didn't mind adding fire to him.

Sure enough, the martial artist nodded to Song Zheng, smiling, and said hello. Song Zheng also nodded.

This time, Dong Mingyan was angry enough, his small eyes were round, his face was red, and his anger was thick. Song Zheng turned his head, ignored him, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for Dabi to start.

Gu Zhengjie beside him said in a low voice, "Little brother, that's a good point, hehe, I've long seen that kid unpleasant." If you can't hold up your temper with my old valley for a while, just say it, so that I don't miss it for a while and break you. Although he tried his best to lower his voice, Dong Mingyan couldn't hear it in a rough voice, and his breath became even rougher.

It seems that this Gu Zhengjie is still good-hearted, and it is worth befriending. It's a pity that today is destined to be an opponent, and only one person can advance.

"Brother Gu, even if you let it go, don't worry, brother, I can't beat it with thirty or fifty moves."

Gu Zhengjie was stunned for a moment, and then snorted lightly, with a look of "you don't know what to do".

Two hundred martial artists are not much, and in less than two quarters of an hour, they each found their opponents. Yang Dong, Lu Hong and others had much better luck than Song Zheng, and their opponents had not heard of Song Zheng at least. However, who can guarantee that there are no real hidden masters in this? For example, Song Zheng is like this.

The opponents who were drawn were divided into three columns, which were scattered on three training grounds. One-on-one is too time-consuming, so all three venues should be played at the same time. In addition to Dong Lancheng and Lan Shiguang, the other generals on the stage all came down, and as overseers, they followed the hundred households who presided over the game to the training ground.

Song Zheng and Gu Zhengjie competed in the C-shaped training ground southwest of Gaotai, and according to the order, they belonged to the fifteenth pair (teenager Mu Guiying read the full text). Lu Hong was also assigned to this field, which was the twenty-sixth comparative test.

When they came to the C-shaped training ground, sixty-eight martial artists lined up in order. The hundred households who presided over the big competition, Feng Zhanbao, the general of the city guards, and the sergeants who served came together.

On the sidelines, two elderly men with medicine boxes on their backs sat on chairs with several narrow wooden beds on their sides, so that the injured could be treated in time.

Adjacent to it are various weapons, mostly knives, guns, and sticks. Spears and halberds with tips are all bald, and knives and sickles with blades are unedged. Sticks, sticks, etc., are made of hard wood.

Around the B-shaped training ground, dozens of city guards had already fenced off the training ground, each separated by five feet. The young ladies who watched the fight pointed to the middle of the field in the gap behind the side of the sergeant.

Xu Mingxuan also came here with two noble sons, "Brother Li, Brother Zhu, the fifteenth pair on the left, that handsome young man is his friend Song Zheng and Song Xiaolang." Mr. Nishiyama's only son. ”

The white-faced boy who was called Brother Zhu took a closer look, "Brother Xu, this Song Xiaolang is a scholar who is alive and well, what kind of literary crepe is like a famous martial artist!" ”

"Haha, Brother Zhu is right, Xiaolang is indeed a scholar. Or the first place in the Wenju of Shandong Road last year. However, Xiaolang is both civil and military, and he was also a guest teacher of the Mizhou Martial Arts Academy, and led the Mizhou Martial Arts Academy to participate in the big competition of the Shandong Road Martial Arts Academy. With excellent grades, he was personally taught martial arts by Lord Qiao, the governor of the border pass. ”

"Oh? It turns out that he is the Song Xiaolang you said. Another boy surnamed Li said, "It looks like a real character, if you have time, Brother Xu will introduce us to one or two." ”

"No problem. Xiaolang is suave and suave, quite ancient, and is most willing to make friends with young heroes. If you have the opportunity, you will be introduced. Xu Mingxuan took care of everything.

Song Zheng once said that after arriving in Jiangning, he asked Xu Mingxuan to introduce friends to him. In order to break into the upper-level social circle as soon as possible, Xu Mingxuan spared no effort, and these days in the circle of friends, he has already spread Song Zheng's name (endgame). These days, he worked hard to buy a red post, and immediately asked two friends to come to cheer for Song Zheng.

At this time, the 100 households who presided over the game read out some rules of the game. For example, as long as the other party shouts the word "admit defeat", the other side cannot attack; When one side falls to the ground, the other cannot hit its vital point; When the two hug and fight, they must listen to the instructions of the hundred households, separate in time, and so on. These rules are to prevent martial arts from being seriously injured or put to death by the other party.

Wuju is the foundation of the low-level generals of the Great Qi, and the imperial court is not willing to let Wuju make any mistakes in the big competition.

General Feng Zhanbao and an adjutant officer of the military department sat on a chair on the sidelines, with a small table in the middle. A sergeant had already brought tea and poured it for the two of them. The two chatted in a low voice, seemingly not paying much attention to the field.

After reading out the rules, Baihu shouted and asked, "Did you hear it clearly?" ”

"Hear me clearly!"

"Okay, the first pair will come out of the queue and choose their own weapons. After half a cup of tea, the competition begins. ”

The two Wuju hurriedly walked out of the queue, ran to the sidelines, and picked out their weapons. One with a whistle stick and one with a gun quickly returned to the field, standing five feet apart. These two martial artists, one is from Huainan West Road and is slightly taller, and the other is from Jiangnan Road and is fatter.

Seeing that the two of them were ready, Baihu retreated to the side of the martial arts queue and shouted, "The fight begins." ”

The tall man shouted, bah! Flew forward and stabbed straight into the chest of the fat martial arts. Fat Wuju was not afraid, the whistle stick was rounded, and he met it and smashed it at the opponent's gun.

The guns and sticks intersected with each other with a dull thud. Both of them shook their bodies, and the tall man who attacked first took a small step back. Obviously, his strength is slightly inferior to that of the other party.

"Good!" Outside the field, there was thunderous cheering.