Chapter Fifty-Three: Needle-Tip Wheat

More and more people gathered around Shi Jin's art hall, and the spectators surrounded the corner of this street with three layers inside and three layers outside, and even cars and horses could no longer pass through this street, so they could only take a detour.

And the field that played with guns and sticks and sold plasters just now is deserted at the moment. The spectators all came to Shi Jin's side to watch the excitement.

The visitor who arrived later didn't know what was going on, and when he asked the person next to him, he heard the man say, "It's the first time I've seen it when I've been beaten to make money." It's really hit, this tattooed man really has two brushes. Looking at the appearance, he was unharmed, but I don't know if there were any internal injuries. Good looking, good looking. ”

After listening to the introduction, the surrounding spectators tried their best to drill into the infield, for fear of missing something good.

Those who can't get in, listen to the crowd's applause, don't know what kind of wonderful scenes are inside, only hate that they don't have wings under their ribs, and they can fly in to see what is going on.

There are people who lie down and get under other people's legs to get into the outcrop and knock on their heads, only to see a small gown on the ground, and the copper plate and broken silver on it have been piled up into a small mountain, and the tattooed man who everyone said is motionless and let three or five people beat with instruments at the same time, but his face is relaxed and undefeated.

"Stop!" A loud roar was like a thunderbolt that shook the sky, stopping everyone on the field. This majestic voice thundered on the ground, and the people on the field couldn't help but stop moving. Only one person with a wooden stick picked up the wooden stick halfway, couldn't stop, and watched Zhao Shi Jin greet him.

I saw a white light shoot at the stick, and with a "snap", the stick broke in half. The man with the stick took half of the stick and slammed it into the air, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

When the eyes of everyone inside and outside the stadium followed the white light, they saw that it was a money dart, and the wooden stick was forcibly broken.

Like a puppet led by thousands of silk threads, people threw their heads to the other side to look for the person who made the sound and darts, but the black pressure was all waiting to see the lively spectators, where was the shadow of the person who came out?

A few smart people turned their heads to look at Shi Jin's gaze, only to see Shi Jin staring at a place in the crowd, and said loudly: "Ming people don't do dark things, please ask this hero to stand up and speak." ”

The silk puppets looked at the place where Shi Jin was staring again, and a tall man stepped forward and walked into the circle.

When I saw it clearly, it turned out to be a prodigy man who was playing with guns and sticks and selling plasters in another field not far away just now.

Several thugs on the field saw that Lian Jiazi was coming, so they dropped the copper plate and consciously left the game.

The showman arched his hand and said: "This friend, everyone is in the same mess, just to earn food." You opened next to me, and I came to congratulate each other and hold a money field. ”

Shi Jin heard that there was a thorn in his words, and he didn't care, and said with a slight smile: "It turned out to be a senior hero, a young newcomer, with short and shallow knowledge of the rivers and lakes, and I am willing to listen to the hero's teachings." ”

The showman turned around and carried his eighteen weapons rack and put them in a corner of the field. This weapon rack is full of swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, not to mention a hundred or ten catties, but the man easily resisted alone, and the atmosphere was not breathing, and this hand alone made Shi Jin and the spectators outside the field take a high look at him.

The prodigy man pointed to the weapon rack and said to Shi Jin: "I'll pay five taels of silver, this friend picks a good weapon, and I will accompany you through the trick." Not to compete for heights, but to make friends. If there is a disability, no one will be reported. What if you don't know what to do? ”

Shi Jin clasped his fists and said loudly: "If the little one doesn't dare, it seems too stingy and insincere." Regardless of the silver for the time being, the younger ones are the juniors, and they are willing to devote their own strength to meet friends with martial arts, and show their eyes in front of their fathers and fellow villagers. It's just that this weapon also asks the predecessors and heroes to pick it first. ”

The showman waved his hand and said, "If you talk about age, I may be older than you, and I can't talk about seniors and juniors." I am not a local, but I came here a little before you, and since you are later than me, you are a honored guest, and you should choose your weapons first, so as not to be deceived by others. ”

Shi Jin saw that everyone's eyes were full of expectation and curiosity, and it was not good to fight any further, so he picked a wooden stick with no blades and no thorns.

The entertainer didn't say anything, he copied a big knife by himself, showed a posture, and Shi Jin was more energetic.

As soon as Shi Jin raised his hand and said "concede", he also danced.

The spectators made a noise, cheering for the two, some gambling spectators even started temporarily, and all the spectators gambled one after another, betting on the performer and the person who bet on Shi Jin were separated, and there was little difference.

Shi Jin's eyes immediately showed various values of his stick and the opponent's big sword, and the small green characters flashed in his eyes, and all kinds of calculations were only completed in an instant.

When it comes to martial arts, street performers generally want to come only to look good, which has attracted visitors and earned money. How do you know that when Shi Jin handed over this merchant, he only felt that he was proficient in swordsmanship, rigorous, meritorious, and skilled.

Shi Jin didn't dare to slack off, and also gave full play to Li Zhong and Wang Jin's guidance to himself, and coupled with the actual combat body of Ou Ulion in his body, a wooden stick made the tiger and tiger angry, and the wind brought by the spinning and flying of the stick forced the surrounding front row of spectators to avoid retreating, and the circle of spectators gradually expanded outward.

When the showman used a big knife to fight with Shi Jin's wooden stick, he only felt that the other party seemed to know where his next move was, and the wooden stick always appeared in the crack position first, so that he had to either change his moves halfway, or change the virtual and real, otherwise the stick method was endless, endless, and surrounded himself like a tide.

Shi Jin was also surprised by the superb martial arts of the showman, although his weapon Delusional Eye could clearly obtain all kinds of real-time data of the opponent, but the curve of those data was slow and urgent, and it was complicated. If you don't react to the situation on your own, simulate the trend, predict in advance and take the lead, it is only a matter of time before you are caught by your opponent.

The spectators had never seen such a wonderful martial arts fight, and at first they just watched the excitement gradually turned into admiration and encouragement. I saw two figures like two big birds, whirling back and forth, up and down, you come and go, it's beautiful. From time to time, there were cheers and cheers from the crowd, and when they encountered a thrilling place, dozens or hundreds of people made a "ah" sound together; When the danger was saved, there was a long "oh" at the same pace, followed by a thunderous applause. In the Northern Song Dynasty, where entertainment means were limited, this was comparable to blockbusters and big productions, which made people rush to it and empty the alleys.

A wooden stick, a big knife, as if there was Monkey King on one side and the Mighty Bull Demon King on the other, and the sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark. The knife is open, and the cold light is pressing; The wooden stick is both hard and tough. The knife sometimes slashed sideways, sometimes stabbed straight, sometimes slashed, and sometimes smashed the back of the knife. The stick was rammed back and forth, stretched and pressed the gland, stabbed and smashed, like blowing fairy qi and growing eyes, and the two of them circled and blossomed.

The two of them fought for three pillars of incense, and the two of them roared loudly, and flashed to both sides of the field, one holding the tip of a knife on the ground, and the other holding a stick and pestle on the ground, and then the two laughed.

The surrounding spectators were puzzled at first, but then burst into enthusiastic cheers, adults and children applauded desperately, and whistles and shouts were endless.

This contest can be described as a chess opponent and a good talent. The two on the field met for the first time, and after this battle, they seemed to have formed a deep friendship and cherished each other.

The two had a tacit understanding, gave each other a salute, accepted the stall, persuaded the visitors, and placed the equipment, so they only took their hands to a restaurant, found a quiet single room, and talked to each other heartily.

When Shi Jin asked the name and surname of the entertainer, he only heard him: "The villain's ancestor is from Luoyang, Henan, with the surname Xue and his name Yong." My grandfather was a former officer of the old breed and a slight public account, and he was not allowed to be promoted because of his evil colleagues, and his descendants lived by selling medicine with sticks. On the rivers and lakes, he called the villain 'sick and big worm' Xue Yong. Don't dare to ask, is Henkel's surname? ”

Shi Jin said: "Xiao Ke's surname is Shi Mingjin, a person from Shaohua Mountain Shijiazhuang." Because of the decline of the family, I like guns and sticks, so I scattered the villagers, sold the village, and came to Yan'an Mansion to find the master. The entanglement decreased, and he was helpless in every way, and when he saw Xue Haohan performing here, he thought of the idea of being beaten and earning entanglement, which disturbed the heroes and smashed the field. ”

Xue Yongdao: "Why did Brother Shi say this? Within the four seas, all brothers are also. When you and I meet here, we are always in the dark, and the clouds and rain of fate are revealed. I just saw Brother Shi's martial arts again, and he was a good man! Dare to ask Brother Shi's martial arts from whose hands? ”

Shi Jin recounted to Xue Yong how he learned martial arts, and introduced his former masters Li Zhong and Wang Jin to him one by one. Xue Yong couldn't come, his heart yearned for it, and he envied it again.

Shi Jin filled Xue Yong's wine bowl with good wine and asked, "When I was studying with Brother Xue, I saw that Brother Xue's martial arts were strange and handsome, so I dared to ask Xue Haohan what school of martial arts he was?" ”

Xue Yong saluted Shi Jin a few cups in return, and explained: "I'm not afraid of insulting the ancestors, let the brothers laugh, our ancestral moves, practice and practice only a few of them, and the lively backs around can be memorized, which makes the stick selling medicine not sit down and not make money, which is my own suffering." I don't know that when a bully bullies bully one day, I suddenly don't know where to go, and suddenly I have mastered many strange moves. If you pick up the eighteen kinds of weapons, everything seems to have been used in a dream, and you can know its mystery with a casual wave, and you can be handy. Since then, he has easily repelled the bullies, and the business of his own stick has gradually improved. ”

Shi Jin hurriedly asked about the details of the changes, as if he was the same as himself, so he also told Xue Yong about the adventures he had with Wang Jin, the master of the 800,000 forbidden army sect, when he was in his own courtyard, and showed him the dragon tattoo that his descendants would shine on.

Xue Yong heard it, and was amazed, the two were even better than one person, and they worshiped brothers at that time. When Xue Yong was a little older, he became a brother, and Shi Jin became a brother. The two talked about a lot of affairs in the rivers and lakes, martial arts, guns, guns, and sticks, and then left the restaurant slightly drunk.