Looking back on the experience of the past six months, it is like a dream.

was first rescued by Sanniang in the barren mountains and recognized her as her mother. And because of the super ability of the "Night Clan" in his body, he won the first place in the exam in one fell swoop.

Later, he was favored by the governor and became the governor's son-in-law.

I feel most fortunate that Miss Cao is gentle and lovely, knowledgeable, which life is this a blessing?

Thinking of this, Du Wenlin couldn't help but laugh.

In addition, I also met a classmate friend, Lin Fengsheng.

Lin Fengsheng left a month ago, saying that he wanted to go back to his hometown to accompany his parents first, and then go to the capital to meet Du Wenlin after the year.

Governor Cao specially prepared a large carriage for him, with a spacious space and a built-in brocade quilt, which was extremely comfortable all the way.

Crossing the Yellow River, it didn't take a day to enter the territory of Henan.

Cangzhou has always been the famous hometown of martial arts in the Central Plains, with many sects and the spirit of martial arts prevailing among the people.

Although it was early winter, some martial arts practitioners could still be seen practicing shirtless by the roadside and riverside.

Du Wenlin couldn't help but sigh, if a scholar has the perseverance to practice martial arts, why is he always named Sun Shan?

In front of it was a large-looking village with a threshing floor in front of it. At this time, a lot of people gathered on the field, forming a circle, not knowing what they were watching.

Du Wenlin was curious, and wanted to learn about the local folk customs by the way, so he stopped the car.

Outside the crowd, stand on tiptoe and look into the middle.

There were about a dozen people in the field, divided into two shifts, standing east and west.

There were six men on the east side, neatly dressed and smooth, and at first glance they were not short of money. They all carry swords and other weapons.

On the other hand, the eight people in the west were all coarse cloth clothes, almost all of them wore patches, no weapons, and their bare hands. One of the young women was slightly better dressed, but there were no patches, and she looked very good, even in coarse cloth clothes, she could not hide her handsome face.

Du Wenlin sighed secretly, he didn't expect such an ordinary country place to give birth to such a pretty woman.

It seems that the two groups are competing in martial arts, and Du Wenlin was overjoyed for a while, just to see the excitement.

Standing in front of him to the east was a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a slight mustache on his lips and a cold face.

At this time, he clenched his fists and said to the old man in his fifties standing in front of him:

"Master Bi, our sect leader has always admired you, and the two brothers we sent last time were originally ordered by the sect leader to discuss the matter of joining the sect with you, and allowed you to take the position of Cangzhou helmsman. It's just that you don't give face, and you hurt them again, that's your fault! ”

When the old man in the west heard this, his face turned red:

"Nonsense! When the two brutes heard that I did not want to join the church, they sneaked into my house in the middle of the night, and used the indiscriminate methods of the rivers and lakes to deceive my daughter, and got her out of the house. Instead of listening, they drew their swords against each other, and I wounded them and fled. Whose fault is it for letting the old and young masters around him comment? ”

Looking around, the lively old and young are gossiping:

"There aren't many people like that."

"Why did you let those two brutes run away? At least one of their legs will have to be removed! ”

The middle-aged man in the east looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Hahaha, it's you who don't know how to lift first, and they make mistakes later. If you say yes, where will such unpleasant things happen? ”

Du Wenlin heard him speak like this, and muttered in his heart: This is called authentic strong words, even if people don't want to join your sect, they can't rob other people's daughters in the middle of the night! How is this different from a robber?

At this time, the girl standing at the west head had a red face and shouted:

"Dad, they are here to find fault today, and they don't listen to explanations at all. What else to say to them? Let's fight it! ”

The old man who called the head of Bi waved his hand, signaled her not to be impulsive, and then said aloud to the middle-aged man:

"Lord Song Qi came here today, what kind of explanation are you going to ask, just draw the line."

The middle-aged man with a slight mustache known as the "Song Flag Master" clasped his shoulders with his hands:

"The sect leader has instructed that if the head of the Bi family accepts the position of helm master, he will not be guilty of the past, and he will be his own family from now on." As he spoke, he deliberately paused and looked at the other party without speaking.

"Otherwise?" Bi Zhangmen asked coldly.

"Otherwise, I'm sorry! Although your Yan Qingmen is quite famous in the rivers and lakes, justice is in the hearts of the people. Now that we are here, we know that we are invincible, and we must ask for an explanation for the brothers you have wounded. ”

His sentence "justice is at ease in the hearts of the people" made Du Wenlin instantly disgusted, and he said in his heart that he didn't expect there to be such a shameless person in the world.

Bi Zhangmen was also so angry by his nonsense that he threw off his coat, wore only a white shoulder, walked to the center of the field, and raised his head and said:

"I think my Yanqingmen has been inherited for hundreds of years, although I can't stand alone in martial arts, at least I have never been looked down upon by my peers, let alone coerced by anyone! Although I, Bi Zhengchuan, do not have the ability of my predecessors, but since I was bullied to the door, I can only carry it desperately. ”

Lord Song waved his hand, and a man about thirty years old behind him drew his sword and walked towards the center of the field.

In the west procession, a young man in his twenties in a gray shirt walked out:

"Master asked me to come to this front."

Bi Zhangmen was a little worried, but when he saw that there were still five people on the other side who had not moved, he went up at this time, for fear that he would not be able to cope with it later.

So take two steps back:

"Be careful, don't fight!"

The young man nodded, came to the middle of the field, held the stake and defended, and waited for the opponent to attack.

The man's sword stabbed straight at him, and it didn't seem to be fast.

The young man waited for the tip of the sword to reach his body, then suddenly jumped diagonally and struck his opponent in the ribs with his right fist.

The sword seemed to come slowly, but when it got closer, it suddenly changed its stab to a cut, slashing from right to left.

The young man didn't expect the other party to suddenly change his moves, and hurriedly retreated, narrowly avoiding the danger of his right arm being cut off, and was so shocked that he instantly shed a cold sweat.

The opponent was unforgiving, and the sword light rolled over with the opponent's figure.

The young man gathered his spirit, cautiously responded to the opponent's attack, his right hand turned into a dragon claw and constantly took advantage of the gap to grab the opponent's sword-holding right arm, and his left hand used Yan Qingmen's flirting fist with his right hand to attack the opponent's ribs.

The two were evenly matched, and they entered a stalemate for a while.

It was the first time Du Wenlin saw someone fighting like this, and he felt fresh, and his eyes widened, for fear of missing a move and a half.

Suddenly, a muffled snort came, and the sword-wielding man took a few steps back, almost sitting down, barely standing up, his hand covering his right ribs, and his face was in pain.

He was punched in the ribs by the young man, and he was probably not lightly injured and could not fight again.

The surrounding villagers burst into cheers.

Lord Song Qi's face was cold, and he didn't ask how the injured person's injuries were, and with a wave of his hand, a young man in his twenties walked out behind him,

Although this person is young, he is five big and three thick, and his face is cross-faced. Dragged a thick-backed machete.

When he came to the field, without saying a word, he swung his knife and slashed at the young man.

The young man did not expect this person to attack suddenly, and he was forced to hurry for a while, wandering around the field, dodging the blade.

The young man with the knife was strong and heavy, and the knife was blown by the tiger and tiger he danced, and the young man was in danger for a while.

"Who is the young man with the knife, who is the head of the 'Five Tigers Broken Door Knife'?" Master Song asked loudly.

It was a pity that the young man paid no attention to him, as if he had not heard, and still ran after the young man all over the field.

Suddenly, there was a "whoop", and the young man sat down on the ground, moaning in pain.

Du Wenlin saw it clearly, he was cut through his right thigh by the tip of the machete, and the blood instantly stained the ground red.

The young man with the knife hesitated for a moment, then raised the knife again in an instant, as if he wanted to kill him.

Bi Zhangmen loved his disciples, and pounced on him like a fierce tiger, and with a straight punch, it smashed firmly into the back of the young man with the knife.

The young man didn't expect to be attacked from behind, and he fell more than two meters away for a while, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the machete came out of his hand.

"Hahaha, surnamed Bi, do you want to be shameless, you actually attacked a young junior behind your back." Lord Song Qi scolded.

Bi Zhangmen's face turned red, and he also knew that it was indeed not very glorious to do this with his identity, but when he was in danger, he couldn't watch his apprentice being hacked to death in front of him:

"Hmph, don't kill people on the ground. He had been wounded, but he was going to kill him. I didn't expect to have such a vicious heart at a young age. He pointed to the young man who had been helped to sit up by his accomplices.

Yan Qingmen has been mainly boxing, as the head of the family has been immersed in boxing for decades, a blow under the urgency, the strength is more than a hundred catties?

The young man spat out blood in his mouth, his eyes were blank, and he saw that he was breathing more and taking in less air.

Bi Zhangmen couldn't bear it, took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, and poured out a few red pills:

"This is the unique internal injury medicine of this sect, give him it immediately, it should not kill him."

The other party took it and gave it to the young man.

"Old horseman, it seems that you don't cry when you don't see the coffin! I will fulfill you today, and let Yan Qingmen be removed from the rivers and lakes from now on. Lord Song waved his hand, and his subordinates rushed straight to the other party with their weapons.

Yan Qingmen had more people than the other party, and they had the advantage of the main family, so they were not afraid, and they came forward one after another.

The people who watched the excitement around saw the start of the group battle, and retreated all of a sudden, for fear that the swords and guns would have no eyes and hurt themselves.

Du Wenlin was originally standing on the periphery, but as soon as the people around him retreated, he went to the edge of the battlefield.

Head Bi greeted the Song Banner Lord. A pair of fleshy palms against a long, narrow-bladed knife.

Yanqing boxing is light, agile, flexible and changeable. As well as the coordination of the eyes and the legs, the eyes are concentrated, and the eight directions must be taken into account. The leg method is full of strength and is clean and neat.

Bi Zhengchuan, the head of Yanqingmen mentioned on the rivers and lakes, and few were unconvinced.

Because there are few people who are confident that they can beat his iron palms and fast legs.

But today I met Lord Song Qi, his long knife is unusual, and almost every time the knife is unguardable.

Use one palm and leg together, and the moves are solid.

A knife is as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning.

You come and go, and you can't tell the difference for the time being.

On the other side, the disciples of Yanqingmen were not in a good situation, although the number of people was more than the opponent, but the other party was all masters, and they were forced to only have the power to parry for a while.

Two terrible howls rang out one after another, and two disciples were cut down by knives and rolled on the ground in pain.

Bi Zhangmen was slightly distracted and dodged half a beat slower, and a piece of flesh and skin on his left shoulder was cut off by a long knife, and the flesh and blood on his body were blurred for a moment, and it was miserable.

"Daddy!" Seeing her father in such a miserable state, her moves were instantly scattered, and she was suddenly forced to retreat by her opponent.

Bi Zhang's beard was all open, and he roared, and pounced on the middle-aged man's long knife like a mad tiger, and he had completely lost his discipline.

The middle-aged man's face turned ruthless, and the tip of the knife moved forward, stabbing directly into his chest.

And Bi Zhangmen probably wanted to die with the other party and defend the dignity of the sect with death, so he no longer dodged, and smashed his fists into the other party.

It's a pity that fists don't have the length of a knife after all, and if you don't wait for your fist to reach your body, you will be pierced through your body by a knife.

Seeing this scene, the villagers who watched the scenery from the periphery couldn't help but say "ah", after all, he was a generation of grandmasters, and his reputation in the surrounding villages was also very good.

That's it, the clay pot is not broken from the well, and the general will inevitably die before the battle, and his martial arts practice all his life, and today he died under the knife.