As the largest city in Guangdong, Guangzhou City is by no means comparable to Yangjiang City, with high-rise buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, and extremely prosperous.

The wide streets are full of people, and you can see all kinds of vendors everywhere, and there are a variety of delicacies, utensils, and pendants.

In the approaching few days, there are more martial arts people in different costumes on the streets of Guangzhou City, they are in groups, the costumes are uniform, different groups wear different costumes, carry different weapons, come and go, orderly, become a unique scenery in these five days.

On the first day of the first day of April, the lively scene of Guangzhou City has reached its peak, there is an endless stream of people who go to the post station to store horses, and horses from all over Guangdong gather in the various post stations in Guangzhou City like people, and the post station seems to have become a horse farm, but even if there are many varieties, they are not sold.

The "Wuzong Mansion" in Guangdong Province is located in the center of Guangzhou, where the provincial examination of the five-year Wuzong Conference is held. As early as a month ago, the Martial Arts Department began to arrange this martial arts ceremony, and at this time, the large and small inns near Wuzong's Mansion were all chartered, and they were full of sect martial artists from all over Guangdong.

In this era when everything has to be divided into three, six, nine and so on, different grades of inns will naturally also be divided into different sects to the fullest, among which the most luxurious "Yanguilou" naturally lives in Guangdong's most prestigious sect.

On the other hand, among the lowest-grade inns are some little-known small sects, which are commonly known as "three religions and nine streams".

Although these small sects are not famous, the advantage in exchange is that they are exceptionally "close to the people", and the costumes are not so uniform and elegant.

Some small inns don't even have an official name, just like this inn called "Little Hotel", just to make it easier for guests to recognize the way to set up a wooden sign with these three words written on it, maybe one day the boss will be interested, the name will be changed at will.

Just like those small gangs in the small hall, no one will care if they change their names, so the names are more or less arbitrary, as long as they don't have the same names as other sects in the register of the Martial Arts Division.

For example, there are two groups of people sitting at a long table in the small restaurant, they are dressed in various coarse cloth clothes, and the weapons in their hands are also different.

They are said to be two groups because half of them wear red turbans and the other half wear yellow turbans.

So their gang names are as simple and easy to remember as their outfits - the Red Turbans and the Yellow Turbans.

A burly one-eyed man in the Red Turban Gang and an equally strong, long-haired man in the Yellow Turban Gang were discussing something loudly.

The content of the discussion is a little vulgar, mainly around women, brothels and other favorite topics, sometimes mixed with a certain kind of organ-based colloquialism, which sounds particularly intimate and natural.

At this time, a young man walked in outside the door, he was wearing a cheap but very clean and neat pale yellow cloth robe, holding an origami fan in his hand, a very simple fan, without any pictures, only a few big characters written.

He glanced at the hot men who were discussing, put away the folding fan and stuck it in the back of his neck, and said to the guys passing by, "Get me a bowl of pot ashes." After saying that, he handed over a piece of silver.

The ingot of silver was at least two taels, and it was exchanged for a bowl of pot ashes that were not worth much air, although the man's jaw was so shocked that his jaw was about to fall to the ground, but there was such a rich wrongdoer, he had no reason to refuse.

For fear that this son would regret it, Xiao Er grabbed the silver and ran to the back kitchen, and after a while, he didn't even have time to wash his hands, and his black paws returned to Gongzi with a bowl of blacker pot ashes.

The boy tore open the placket of his chest, grabbed a handful of pot ash and smeared it on his clean clothes, and grabbed another handful and wiped it on his chest.

The guy watched this handsome boy turn himself into a dirty man, and although he was puzzled, he didn't ask much.

During this time, there were many people in the martial arts who came and went in the small hall, and there were many people who saw them, and it was not surprising that there were always one or two strange madmen.

After dressing up, Gongzi walked to the red and yellow gangs, and casually took over the topic they were discussing, "That Qingfeng building in Yangjiang is not good, the Oiran is just rouge and vulgar powder, and the kung fu in bed is even more superficial." ”

As soon as he saw the fellow practitioner coming, the one-eyed man immediately smiled and said, "Brother has a good eye, I am the leader of the Sanshui Red Turban Gang, Song Mingmu!"

The long-haired man also bowed his hand slightly, "The Xiangshan Yellow Turban Gang is the big boss, Luo Yumian!"

The one-eyed one is called "Mingmu", and the long-haired one is called "Jade Face", which shows how big the hearts of these two people are.

Childe also arched his hand and said, "Legang Huangshan Gang nobody, Mu Hua!"

The two of them praised the name of the Huangshan Gang again and again, only to praise Mu Hua more and more heartlessly, "The two elder brothers are bringing their brothers to participate in the Martial Sect Conference?"

Luo Yu stroked his long hair, laughed and said, "Didn't my brother ask knowingly? Which of the well-known people who came to Guangzhou at this time didn't attend the conference? Didn't you Huangshan Gang also come to attend the conference?"

Mu Hua nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, I'm not afraid of the jokes of the two elder brothers, our Huangshan Gang has only recently registered a name, and we haven't participated in this five-year event, I don't know how many times the gang of the two elder brothers has won the leader?"

Song Mingmu waved his hand, "What's the leader." We don't have a 'head', but the thief's 'hand' has a pair, a thief's hand that specializes in touching women!hahaha......!"

Luo Yumian also laughed and said, "Old Song, you not only have a thief's hand, but also a pair of thief eyes, this little chick of the various sects, but you feast your eyes, right?"

"That's, we're 'at a glance'!"

The two talked and talked about the woman again, Mu Hua laughed a few times, and then corrected the topic again, "Could it be that the two elder brothers are also like the younger brother and me, and they will participate in the conference for the first time this year?"

Luo Yumian said, "It's not, we have participated in it a few times, but we didn't pass the audition, otherwise we can mix up a famous and decent name." ”

Mu Hua's face was worried, and he humbly asked for advice, "The younger brother has just arrived, I don't know what kind of rules are between this martial arts conference and the gang-level name?

As soon as they heard this, the big men of the two gangs applauded one after another, and the shouts of adding wine and food came one after another.

Luo Yu stroked his long hair, squinted at Mu Hua, and said with a smile, "Since the little brother is so eager to understand, then brother, as a person from the past, I will remind you a few words." ”

Mu Hua was on the bench with one leg, grasping the folding fan with one hand, and kept reaching into the back collar, rubbing and scratching his back, listening quietly.

"This martial arts, there are many sects, and the one that can be called the pinnacle of today's martial arts is the 'Six Sects and Thirteen Sects', and those who win in the provincial examination of this martial arts conference can be called 'martial arts', and then those who participate in the examination are the thirteen selected from these thirteen provinces, of which only the winning one can be called 'martial arts', so there will be a martial arts sect and twelve or thirteen martial arts in each martial arts conference. Among them, the martial arts will be replaced every time, and if you can't keep the rank of the martial arts in this session, you can only wait for the next five years. ”

Mu Hua nodded thoughtfully, "What about Martial Sect?"

Luo Yumian continued, "Only after the first test can it be called 'Martial Sect', if you don't get the first place in a hundred years, the rank of this Martial Sect will not be able to be kept." And the sect that became a martial sect is directly added to the examination, so each session of the examination is a competition between the various sects and the thirteen sects, and those thirteen sects that have passed the provincial examination are difficult to get the first place in the battle between the sects, so they have experienced dozens of martial sect conferences for hundreds of years, and there are only six martial sects until now. It's been almost two hundred years since a new Martial Sect last appeared. ”

Mu Hua listened with relish, and from time to time he would suddenly nod his head in realization, and when he heard the end, he couldn't help but say, "That is to say, even if you win the first place in the provincial examination, when you get to the provincial examination, if you want to advance again, you must win the former leader?"

"That's where the cruelty becomes. Song Mingmu smacked his lips, as if he felt the cruelty of this competition, "In a few hundred years, there have been six martial arts sects, think about it...... However, this is still too far away for us, and it would be good to pass the audition and become a 'martial gang' qualified to participate in the provincial examination!"

Mu Hualian claimed that it was, picked up a new pot of good wine, poured two glasses for the two of them, and continued to ask, "So, the two brothers think that among the various gangs and factions in Guangdong, who is most likely to win the provincial examination?"

The two glanced at each other, and first quickly gave a unanimous answer, "Of course it's the Hanmo Sword Gate!"

After saying this uncontroversial answer, the two began to have a disagreement, Song Mingmu thought that the Luofu Sword Sect would have the ability to compete with the Hanmo Sword Sect, while Luo Yumian disagreed that it would be the Tiancheng Sword Sect, and the two quarreled over it and quarreled.

Within a few minutes, the two of them insisted on their own words, and they quarreled, although Mu Hua couldn't persuade him several times, but he already knew in his heart that the leader of the Guangdong Provincial Test of the Martial Sect Conference would be born between these three sects.

The two were arguing, and they were about to fight, when a dazzling white shadow appeared in their afterglow.

The two couldn't help but glance at the door of the store, and found that it was two men and three women, they were dressed in white, with long swords on their backs, and they all looked extraordinary.

But when they saw one of the women, they were all attracted by her, forgot about the dispute for a while, and instantly quieted down.

When the people around them saw that they were no longer noisy, they also followed their gaze, and this look, like them, could no longer retract their gaze.

For a moment, the small inn was quiet and a little weird, and Mu Hua also stared at the woman, the difference was that the smile that appeared on his face was not amazing and obscene, but a knowing smile of a foreign acquaintance.