Chapter 182: The First Beauty of Martial Arts

"Okay!" the master, who didn't care about the pain in his face, stood on the roof of the thatched house and applauded wildly.

The apprentice pulled Master's trouser leg and whispered, "Master, you can't even see such an obvious fake match by releasing water?

While applauding, the master whispered and bowed his head to his apprentice and said: "In two hours, we will have lunch, the Diancang family has a big business, and there will be more than a dozen tables of flowing water seats, anyway, it doesn't cost money to applaud and applaud, now I will give him face, and I will eat the banquet if I don't pay the gift money, and he will also give face and not demolish me." It's not old-eyed, it's sophistication. ”

"The rivers and lakes are treacherous, and you still have a lot to learn. ”

While speaking, the master applauded more fiercely, and even waved at Liu Gaoren in the ring, enthusiastic and crazy like a ten-year iron fan.

Around the ring, there are people who have taken money and five coins of silver and a head of a person, who are cheering and applauding warmly, pushing the overall atmosphere up, while most of the real masters are watching coldly.

Today is the first day of the competition.

The main owner who inspired everyone to come here didn't show up, where did any real master come from, and he competed on stage?

simply let those who sell their fame and reputation play in the ring, which can be regarded as a show for everyone to enliven the atmosphere.

As long as Bai Xiaosheng is not stupid, he will never include this Liu Gaoren in the heavenly list.

Of course, outside the heavenly list, it is difficult to say that the list of masters in the rivers and lakes, the list of strange people, the list of celebrities, etc., which lack credibility.

After all... Bai Xiaosheng also wants to have a good meal!

In addition to selling information.

Another important business of Bai Xiaosheng is to make a name for his fellow martial artists.

How to make a name for yourself? It is nothing more than to make a list, and then get one or two real masters to support the scene in the list, and then arrange the rankings according to the 'contribution' and carry out different degrees of promotion.

Whoever gives more money will be ranked higher, and the more bragged they will be.

Liu Gaoren got out of the ring satisfied, and a new 'hero' was called, and then it was a routine that had been made up a long time ago.

A few scholars kneeling on the side of the ring were writing hard.

On the one hand, he painted the fight scenes, and by the way, subjectively added some of his own conjectures to make the picture more intense and exciting, and on the other hand, someone used outstanding writing to describe the fight scenes in great detail.

After the tournament is over, the protagonists of the scrolls and manuscripts will take the initiative to send money to the door, and then take away the manuscripts and print them on a large scale.

In the name of Bai Xiaosheng's on-site transcription, it was distributed everywhere.

The so-called rivers and lakes, the ancient road west wind and thin horses, the sunset, the single knife alone, the sword is arrogant, the battle of life and death in the maple forest, the long streets and alleys meet with a smile and enmity, such romantic feelings are not absent.

However, for ordinary people, it is actually just money coming and going, and interests are entangled.

"What a bullshit tournament, the family is angry. ”

"These birds are a waste of the time of the Sprinkle family, and those who have the courage to let the Sprinkle family go to the stage, and the Sprinkle family will pick all their wine bags and rice bags. In the crowd, a black-clothed monk with a thick beard spoke his true words without hesitation.

Unceremoniously ripped off the mask of the hypocritical martial arts and stomped on it fiercely.

Lively hilltops, quiet down.

Then more criticism surged towards the black-clothed monk.

It's all about taking money to do things.

Obviously, professional champions and professional trolls are the same people.

How good they are at supporting the stage, how good they are at demolishing the stage.

From simple words that are not ashamed and do not know what to do, to monks who do not cultivate morality, who have committed the vows of anger, and then to being ashamed of the Buddha and having no shame to survive.

Step by step, step by step, it seems that every sentence has some truth, but in fact, it is provocative and ridiculous, forcing people to die.

But if he is weak-hearted, he will be angry and will go mad when he hears these words.

Among these people who criticized the black-clothed monks, there were those martial arts 'heroes' who played match-fixing to help them, and there were also professionals who Bai Xiaosheng arranged to mix in the crowd to 'maintain order'.

After all... Arranging martial arts competitions, and then playing match-fixing matches to help 'partners' become famous, that is also Bai Xiaosheng's business.

The outspokenness of the black-clothed monk is smashing Bai Xiaosheng's job.

How can you bear that?

Bai Xiaosheng is not a truly fair and just official organization, and doing something always has its purpose.

The black-clothed monk didn't bother to waste this tongue, jumped more than ten zhang high, and landed on the competition platform like a big black bird, and then hugged his fists and said to the Quartet: "Although this competition is a platform built by Bai Xiaosheng, the pride is our own, and the dignity is also ours." The Sprinkle family didn't read a few books, and they used to follow the old monk in the temple to chant the scriptures, and they would doze off every time they chanted. The old monk said that the Sprinkle family had no wisdom roots, but the Sprinkler family also knew that there could be no lies in front of the Buddha. ”

"Today, the Sprinkler family broke the three precepts, and they will speak here, and if anyone is not satisfied, they will come to the stage to argue. ”

"In the competition, it is also a horizontal and vertical thing, the winner stands, and the loser lies down. Those who win are justified, and those who lose are not. ”

"Isn't it pleasant to be simple and understand?"

The words of the black-clothed monk, in the noisy crowd, did not cause a shocking reaction to the audience.

When people are not famous, no matter how reasonable they say, it will not be powerful.

"That's right! The thing about the martial arts competition is nothing more than one horizontal and one vertical, standing and lying down. It's so fancy... It's not a good thing either. When did this martial arts turn out to be Qian Duo talking? Isn't it up to each to rely on his own ability?" The voice of the person who spoke was not loud, but it suppressed the audience, making the entire top of Jiupan Mountain silent for an instant.

The person who spoke was from Abandoned Sword Villa.

It is the young sword god who has become famous in recent days.

To the people of this world, he is called Win Si Ming.

And for the group of monks, he is Dugu Ming.

People love money, but they are more afraid of death.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

The name of the young sword god is enough to suppress the audience and make those small and bright places extinguish.

"Ying Shaoxia is right, the ring competition is not a theater singing. ”

"People in the rivers and lakes still have to judge the level by martial arts!" The soft but cold voice is like a handful of melting ice water in spring, which penetrates people's hearts and spleens.

It is cold, but refreshing, dissolving the boredom and depression in people's hearts.

In the flying white ribbon, a woman dressed in white and carrying an ice-colored sword fell from the sky on white silk.

She landed in the corner of the ring like a fallen leaf.

The whitest Runan white yarn in the world, worn on her body, was even a shade darker than her skin.

It was not only white like snow, but also emitted light, soft like jade.

She was slender, but not emaciated, and she never showed any bones.

The eyes, the red lips... are all on fire that seems to stir people's hearts.

She is a woman like snow and jade.

But in a man's heart, what is lit is fire and thunder.

The black-clothed monk looked at the woman blankly.

Then he suddenly laughed: "Okay, good, good! This is what it looks like, this is the first beauty in the rivers and lakes." It's not a loss to come from the Sprinkle family, this is the first in the world, and the Sprinkler family is going to be decided. When the Sprinkler wins the first place, he will have to change the law number in the future, and call it 'Breaking the Four Precepts'!"