Entering through the separated crowd, the first thing that comes to mind is an open space the size of a basketball court.

In the open space, there were two old men who were over the age of sixties, one wielding a knife and the other wielding a stick, hitting from the left side of the field to the right, and then from the right to the left in a posture that had obviously been practiced and cooperated.

The knife and the stick were basically not touched, only occasionally they may not cooperate well, and they made one or two movements, so the men and women, old and young, gathered under the courtyard walls on three sides to watch the lively men, old and young, broke out into a cheer, and those who didn't know outside thought that there was a wonderful performance!

This is the so-called martial arts conference?

Song Jianqiu couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw this scene.

The name is so atmospheric, is it a group of old people playing 'dance'? Although she didn't bring much expectation, she finally replaced these old people with a group of young people to compete, it would be more interesting, right?

Now she understands a little in her heart, why the Wudang disciple named Wang Dabiao left, the feeling is that after reading it, she feels bored, and the meeting place really needs people, so she went back.

However, although the name of this martial arts conference does not live up to its name, their number and posture are quite sufficient.

Under the eaves of the opposite house, there are some weapon racks, on which there are weapons such as knives and spears, and there are also weapons such as three-section sticks, meteor hammers, broadswords, etc., and some hooks and crutches are also available.

In addition to these weapons, standing on the other side of the eaves, all of them are old people, the youngest looks like they are in their fifties, they are dressed very plainly, I don't know what they usually do, maybe they are just farmers?

From entering the door, Song Jianqiu just glanced at it a few times, and saw that this so-called martial arts conference was just a gimmick, and I believe that no one around him would care about this martial arts conference.

Song Jianqiu was actually a little disappointed in his heart, but since they had already come in, and they were still helped to come in, it was naturally not good to say that he wanted to go out now, so he could only follow behind Zheng Yayan and walk towards a corner on the left side of the courtyard.

Compared to the rest of the courtyard, this corner was obviously more attractive, and there were three girls standing in fashionable dresses, and all of them were handsome people, and they could be regarded as beautiful women.

When Song Jianqiu and Zheng Yayan came in, the three of them were getting together, smiling and pointing at the old man in the venue, not knowing what they were talking about.

Zheng Yayan led the people over, and the three of them also noticed Song Jianqiu who was following him, and one of the girls with short ear-length hair was the first to shout: "Brother! How do you go out and bring back a beautiful woman? When the girl said this, she looked at Song Jianqiu with a smile.

"Lichen asked me to bring it in!" Zheng Yayan smiled and finished speaking to his sister before turning his head and introducing Song Jianqiu: "Come, let me introduce to you, this is my sister, her name is Zheng Yanan!" Boy's man! After speaking, he pointed to the other two girls and said, "These two, like you, are from the Buddhist sect and are disciples of the Cizen Temple!" ”

At the time of Zheng Yayan's introduction, these two disciples of the Cizen Monastery were looking at Song Jianqiu curiously, obviously full of curiosity about this girl who suddenly appeared and also cultivated Buddhism.

After Zheng Yayan finished speaking, the girl with a ponytail introduced herself with a formal face: "Hello! My name is Lin Huiying! ”

"Hello! My name is Wang Xiuyan! Another girl with long hair followed.

"Hello everyone! My name is Song Jianqiu! Song Jianqiu looked at the two girls, and their bodies were filled with an aura of peace and tranquility, which was a very common feeling among people in Buddhism.

"Song Jianqiu?" Wang Xiuyan tilted her head, seemed to think for a moment, and asked, "I haven't heard of this name!" Is it a new disciple of a master? ”

There are only two or three families that will accept female disciples in Buddhism, and the relationship between them is naturally very good.

"It's not!" Song Jianqiu shook his head and said, "I'm a loose cultivator!" ”

"Loose cultivation!?" The three girls all showed a look of surprise, as if this could show how rare the Buddhist sect was to cultivate.

Seeing the appearance of these three people, Zheng Yayan smiled and said, "Okay, okay!" It's just a casual practice! What's there to be surprised about? Isn't it unheard of Buddhism? Isn't Brother Ye also a casual cultivator? ”

"He's different!"

"He's special!"

Lin Huiying and Wang Xiuyan, two Buddhist disciples of Cizen Academy, shouted out in unison.

This reaction really made Song Jianqiu a little puzzled, who is so special?

Zheng Yayan seemed to see Song Jianqiu's doubts, and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, you will be able to see him soon!" He came to the party, too! ”

Although she felt that the other party was suspected of selling Guanzi, since everyone said so, she couldn't ask questions, so she could only temporarily put her doubts in her heart, and she would know when the time came.

At this moment, the old man on the field seemed to have finished the drill, put away their weapons, and then went off the field with his fists, and then another old man took three sticks and went off the field.

Then, two other old men followed, one with a spear and the other with a sword.

Looking at this appearance, it seemed that there was going to be a one-on-two, and the surrounding audience immediately applauded and applauded.

Song Jianqiu's ears were sharp, and from the applause behind him, he seemed to hear a familiar immature voice, and when he turned his head to look, he saw the little monk and the big monk before, lying on the wall behind him.

Noticing Song Jianqiu's gaze, the little monk grimaced with a smile, while the big monk nodded together.

At this time, the three old men on the field had already begun to move, and sure enough, it was a pair of two, three sticks against spears and long swords. From the moment of the fight, it was easy to see the traces of the previous drill, but the people around watched it with relish and praised.

Song Jianqiu originally thought that people like Zheng Yayan and others should be bored, but he turned his head to look, but not to mention the three girls, Zheng Yanan, Wang Xiuyan and Lin Huiying, even Zheng Yayan himself, also looked interested, and couldn't help but wonder a little.

This Zheng Yayan is really a very keen person, not only noticed that Song Jianqiu was looking at him, but also noticed the other party's puzzled heart, and said with a smile: "Although the flag of the martial arts conference is a bit big, these old men are still quite powerful!" ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the old man with a spear and said, "Look at this old man with a spear, not to mention that he is over seventy years old, and his movements can be so flexible, even the way he uses a spear is not bad at all, just as correct as a textbook." This shows that he has laid a solid foundation. It's just a pity that they only practiced martial arts when they learned martial arts, and they didn't comprehend more important techniques, otherwise, maybe they would still be martial arts masters! ”

Is that so?

When Song Jianqiu heard this, he turned his head and looked at it carefully.

(End of chapter)