The wind and snow roll the cold winter, wandering around the air!

The goose feathers and heavy snow were swept in the air by the cold wind, which added a lot of Jianghu atmosphere to the martial arts field, and He Qijun and Nangong Liu of the Heavenly Master's Mansion were like knights in the wind and snow, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.

The two didn't say much, eye contact started at the same time, Nangong Liu's face was feminine, and the swordsmanship he used was soft and strong, if it weren't for his gender, he would be a woman with a proper gesture, and He Qijun was greasy and rough, and the Tang horizontal knife in his hand was fierce and powerful, and the one rigid and one soft in the field was unique.

The madness of the infighting on the court, the fiery look on the sidelines, and they all hope that they bet on their opponents to win.

He Qijun and Nangong Liu are under the grandmaster, this competition is endurance or strategy, the hard battle will definitely win or lose, the two of them have fought dozens of moves in the wind and snow, the true qi is flying, sparks are flying, the two have no gorgeous moves, more attention to sword techniques, the true qi is just right, and outsiders are terrified to see it, because every knife and sword are half an inch away from the body or rub the edge, and it is possible to see red if you are slow for a second, but after dozens of moves, the layman who doesn't understand only knows that the two are playing with their lives!

In the swept wind and snow, Nangong Liu made good use of skill; fluctuates with the wind, so the consumption is not large, on the contrary, He Qijun has to resist the wind and snow when defending against the enemy, and the consumption is multiplied, Nangong Liu took advantage of his wind and snow to squint and stabbed back, and directly took away the Tang Heng knife in He Qijun's hand.

Nangong Liu won with the help of the environment, even if He Qijun was not convinced, he had to leave the field with resentment, and on weekdays, this sissy was not his opponent at all, today is not a good time to lose, and the real battle is not so much if, the right time, place and people are all part of the battlefield, and the enemy is changing rapidly, and every grass and tree can determine the victory.

Later, Xu Chang was fighting against Zhang Baishan, this time Zhao Zhengli decisively bet on Zhang Baishan's thirty taels of snowflake silver, and the sixth prince Song Maoling on the side also bet dozens of taels, Zhao Zhengli looked at him in wonder: "You are so stingy with the six princes?" ”

He smiled: "It's just entertainment, you have to know moderation." ”

"Later, how much will you bet on Qi Yun Shanyang's fate?"

"I'm not sure, don't bet!"

“……”

The snow in the field basically stopped, and the two of them were fighting hotly.

Song Maoling suddenly asked Zhao Zhengli: "Brother Zhao thinks how many moves does Wudang Zhang Baishan have to win?" ”

He stared at the two of them and said lightly: "About fifty or sixty!" ”

The Bi family sisters were bored and went directly to Yu Xiaowei's side, as the saying goes, three women in one play, not to mention four, there are endless topics to talk about when they get together, and those four bright and delicate smiles are better than Hanmei Dongju in the wind and snow.

Xu Fatzi Zhao Zhengli has never fought each other, but from the comparison between him and Zhang Baishan, he is also around the middle grade of the grandmaster, and the copper coin sword in his hand of more than 30 inches makes a unique "buzzing" sound, which is the sound of the wind and snow passing through the copper coin eye, forcing Zhang Baishan's silver spear to be powerless.

Fighting more than 30 moves, Zhang Baishan slashed out of Wudang's "Longmen Thirteen Guns" with "Seventy-two Earth Evils", the landing shaking gun on the tree of the golden rooster, with the Taishan top splitting gun style, coherently used the shaking, buckle, piercing, splitting four consecutive strikes, Xu Changzai resisted several blows with the sword flower with true qi, and attacked him with an oblique sword, Zhang Baishan jumped to avoid pulling out the gun and smashing down the rainbow across the river.

Xu Chang was overwhelmed with a copper coin sword qi of more than ten meters, retreating with the help of thrust, at this moment he lost a chip from the momentum, Zhang Baishan took the opportunity to chase the wind and catch the moon, and successively pierced the spear with a lunge splitting gun, and the spear advantage completely crushed Xu Chang's copper coin sword of more than 30 inches, Xu Fatzi had to passively dismantle the move, and there was no chance of close combat, and the sword qi and Taoism were pierced by Zhang Baishan's shot, which was completely like a broken bamboo frame.

The outcome of this battle has gradually been decided, if Xu Chang was more bold in the close combat at the beginning, perhaps the situation has been reversed, the copper coin sword is not good at long-distance combat, and the distance is completely for the spear to be a live target, and the advantage of the spear is brought into full play.

"Bang dang!" The moment the copper coin sword was picked off, the battle situation was decided, Xu Fatzi stared at the copper coin sword that fell on the snowdrift in a daze, and at this moment he seemed to understand where he had lost.

Some people in the audience cheered and some worried, the real money was in hand, and the hands were out.

Zhang Baishan hit Xu Fatzi in the jaw with a stabbing gun, and the game came to an end, and the two sides exchanged less than fifty moves.

Song Maoling clapped his hands and said, "Yo, it's really as Brother Zhao said!" ”

Zhao Zhengli pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and the two exchanged double the silver at their fingertips.

At this moment, the dealer has turned out the next game, by Zhao Zhengli against Yang Zhifang, the payout is nine to one, and the draw is as high as ten times, the amazing odds make the audience exclaim, all pressure Xiangyang Zhifang, because in the first half of the year he was too brilliant, won the top three of the three saints of the temple, and Dao Xing is a half-step grandmaster, everyone also knows Zhao Zhengli's amazing record in the rivers and lakes, and still don't think he can defeat Qiyun Shanyang Zhifang.

Yang Zhiming is much older than the white-faced Taoist, and his realm is naturally more solid, otherwise the dealer would not release such a bullying score.

Zhao Daochang was also angry when he saw this score, and took out a stack of silver tickets, which were more than five hundred taels, plus the sixty taels he had just won and bet on himself, which made the onlookers sigh, but most people did not dare to take risks, and they all bet on Yang Zhi's fate, and occasionally a few people followed Zhao Zhengli with temptation, but none of them exceeded fifty taels.

Song Maoling, the sixth prince, stared at the madman in front of him: "Are you bankrupt?" ”

Zhao Zhengli spread his hands: "No way, the dealer's score is too annoying!" You can't be unconfident in yourself, right? ”

"Haha, okay, this king is also a long-term Taoist."

As soon as I heard that deep voice, I knew that he was the king of the city, and he was dressed in a gorgeous and majestic robe, and walked with "square steps" and shook his sleeves.

He was also followed by two entourages, and when he saw that the king of the city made a look, he took out a thousand taels of silver tickets to bet on Zhao Zhengli, which frightened Zhao Daochang himself.

"Really? Why does His Highness think that Qiyun Mountain Yang Dao Chang has more chances of winning? ”

There is another man in a yellow robe and mink velvet, his spirit is magnificent, a talent, in his early thirties, in addition to the emperor who dares to wear a yellow robe in the capital, is the prince, and the person in front of him must be the current prince.

Song Maoling, the sixth prince, indifferently bowed to the two of them: "The sixth brother visits His Royal Highness!" Brother Three Emperors! ”

The two of them also nodded slightly indifferently to their six emperor brothers, the three princes are obviously brothers, but they have no family affection, just like the sentence "Being in the emperor's family is like being on the edge of a broken bowel".

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave a look to the entourage beside him, and the other party stepped forward to bet on Yang Zhi's fate in seconds, and bet three thousand taels.

Zhao Zhengli didn't care about watching the infighting of several princes, because it was his turn to appear.

Walking slowly through the snow, the spacious martial arts arena was spacious.

Zhao Zhengli stood in the wind and snow, his eyes locked on the weak scholar Yang Zhifang, who was not far away, and he quietly looked at Zhao Zhengli in the wind and snow.

In the distance, the old heavenly master looked awe-inspiring, and next to him, Mu Fuzi of the Confucian Academy whispered to Master Yuanyi: "Who is the hard stubble?" ”

Master Yuanyi put his hand into his hat and touched his bald head: "The guy who ate the Dragon Tiger Pill is not going on an unusual path!" It's hard to say whether you'll win or lose. Then he stared at the old heavenly master on the side: "Niu Nose, how about we bet on the two of us?" ”

Zhao Tianshi glanced at him and shiny his head: "You don't have any hair, what are you betting with the old way?" ”

The old monk was choked by him: "Didn't you always want the old monk's string of prayer beads?" How about the old monk take it and bet on you on the Dragon and Tiger Pill? ”

"Bald donkey, you're afraid that you dozed off and didn't wake up from chanting, right? A string of broken beads want to exchange for the old dragon and tiger pill? If you are sincere, take the relics, otherwise there is no way! ”

"Relics? You wait for the old monk to feather and burn it, and leave it to you! ”

The old monk turned his head angrily and saw that the Confucian master Mu Deqing was smiling and looking at the excitement, and turned the muzzle of the gun: "Fake scholar, you laugh with a hammer!" ”

“……”

The two exchanged a few words, and the bet broke up unhappily, and Mu Fuzi was innocently lying on the gun.

The old emperor in the tent above the stands looked at it for a long time, a little tired and bored: "Today, I can't watch the three sect leaders fight!" ”

In his opinion, only the fighting of the leaders of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism is enjoyable, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as earth-shattering, and it will leave a deep impression on him every year.

Su Guifei, the mother of the king of the city next to her, poured hot tea for the old emperor: "Your Majesty, this battle is absolutely exciting, and it is the seventh Dao person sent by Qingcheng of Shu County to know the fate of Yang Zhi, a proud disciple of Qi Yunshan." ”

The old emperor's eyes were a little brighter: "Oh? Is it the scholar Taoist priest who stabilized the National Teacher's Mansion in the first half of the year? ”

The prince's mother, Li Guifei, also flattered: "Yes, Your Majesty, the prince, the king of the city and the ministers have all made big bets!" ”

When the old emperor heard that his son was involved with the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, he focused his eyes on the two of them in the martial arts field, and saw Zhao Zhengli's eyes hesitant and a little puzzled: "Concubine!" Tell me about it, this Qingcheng Sect Seven Dao Statue doesn't look like him? ”

The two concubines looked at the handsome figure of the martial arts field below, and the prince's mother naturally favored the prince. The party's ministers wanted to take the opportunity to vent their anger for Qi Taishi, but they couldn't make the old emperor suspicious, so they broke the old emperor's doubts: "It looks a little similar, but the concubine heard that the rebel was ...... back then."

Before she finished speaking, she was frightened by the death gaze of the old emperor, and then knelt down to admit her mistake: "Your Majesty cherishes the dragon body, and the concubine is speechless for a while, please condemn Your Majesty!" ”

The old emperor didn't accuse her, but he was unhappy to let her get up, Li Guifei lowered her head and got up, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked a hint of a smile, raised her head and changed to the appearance of a "sin concubine", serving the old emperor, the old emperor Yaxing was completely empty, and looked at the martial arts fight below with a calm face.

Seeing this, Concubine Su, the mother of the king of the city, was relieved: "Your Majesty, don't hurt your body, doesn't the old heavenly master guarantee that it has nothing to do with it, compared to it, the concubine feels that the old heavenly master is more reliable, after all, he has no scheming." ”

The old emperor was more comfortable after hearing this, in his opinion, the three saints of the temple had a hundred points of loyalty, and they were more reliable than the ministers who trusted his own son.

The old eunuch Cao Yan hurriedly brought a heart-warming ginseng soup for the emperor, and after he drank it, he was happy to watch the fight, and he couldn't help but applaud in the wonderful passage: "The young generation of my Daqing country should have this luxuriant, why worry that the land of Yanyun will not return!" The Northern Expedition again will drive the Khitan back to the north of the desert, leaving behind the second section of the Wolf Juxu Eternal Tale! ”