After another three days, the autumn tiger was completely defeated, and the cool autumn breeze was sent, and more and more people came to watch the competition in the city.

"Eighty-seven, eighty-eight!"

Yang Xiaoyang was already so anxious that he stomped his feet, and finally waited for himself, handed over the box to Jingyuan, and was about to step up to the stage quickly, but was grabbed by Li Congwen and told him to pay attention to his demeanor before letting go.

Yang Xiaoyang thought about it, and slowly stepped onto the stage with his hands.

Yang Xiaoyang's appearance is not amazing, but he feels that he still has a bit of style in his robe, and his slanted eyes and bent eyebrows make people feel a little close.

As for wanting the woman to whistle, she is still lacking a few points of handsomeness.

A big man came from the opposite side, and he was also the kind of person who could stand on his arm, with a fierce look on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Bah! Come and report your name! Grandpa, I won't cut the nameless Xiaoxiao!"

Yang Xiaoyang felt that this tone was a little familiar, and it felt a little like the ringing horse he had met before, and he didn't have time to think about it for a while, so he saluted, "Supreme longevity, poor Yang Congwen, has been cultivating in the mountains since childhood." Recently, I heard that Heshan City held a martial arts competition, so I came here to see the heroes of the world. ”

Yang Xiaoyang has always felt that Yang Congwen's name is a little indescribable, and the words are a little vague when signing up.

When he heard it, the big man's ears became frightened, he laughed three times, and said, "Grandpa, my name is Qiu Jingsheng, remember!

Yang Xiaoyang felt that this big man was a little unworthy of such a good name.

After saying that, Qiu Jingsheng waved his big knife, stepped in front of Yang Xiaoyang in a few steps, and slashed down with a knife, with a strong momentum.

Since Yang Xiaoyang fought with Xiangma that day, and when he arrived in Heshan Town to wait for the aura to recover, he secretly noticed what benefits the aura had brought to him.

He once found a big tree and tried his best to shoot it, but he broke the tree directly, and then tried his reaction and speed, and found that they were much more powerful than before, Yang Xiaoyang was happy for a long time.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the knife chopped by the big man, and it seemed a little slow in his eyes.

He wanted to pull out the axe on his waist, but he felt that it was a little inappropriate for a Taoist priest to take an axe and cut people indiscriminately. Then he turned sideways, lifted his breath and gently patted Qiu Jingsheng's shoulder.

When everyone saw Qiu Jingsheng, they flew out close to the ground and flew off the stage directly.

Yang Xiaoyang stood up again, trying not to let his smug expression appear on his face.

It's a pity that he didn't know that his eyes narrowed like crescent moon had betrayed him, and he felt that his half of the Taoist priest pretended to be more real than the real Taoist.

After listening to it for a long time, I didn't hear a whistle, and I was a little disappointed, so I walked off the stage.

He saw that someone had carried away Qiu Jingsheng, who had fainted.

The head of the army and the Heshan faction in the small shed whispered when he saw this.

"Zhang, the younger generation is practicing kung fu horizontally, and he feels that he can't shoot people so far with one palm. Zhang's internal strength is strong, maybe he can do it?"

"It's better to say that the old man is younger, but he can't do it when he is old. However, I don't think that the little Taoist priest uses internal strength, and he can't practice such a big internal strength at the age of less than twenty, it should be kung fu that you and I don't know. ”

The soldier surnamed Wei raised his eyebrows and smiled in agreement.

Yang Xiaoyang stepped down and came to Li Congwen's side, and finally didn't have to pretend to be a master anymore, and asked in a snarky voice: "What do you think of the palm Li Gongzi just now?"

Li Congwen pouted, "Since you can send people flying, I don't know how to turn people around in your hands and then beat them out?"

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned and felt that Li Congwen had come up with a good idea.

When the time came, the people dispersed after the righteous announcement of the continuation of the morrow.

The first round has been completed today, and the next round can start tomorrow.

Yang Xiaoyang still felt a little slow, and the remaining 50 or so people were going to compare with each other for half a month? Yang Xiaoyang, who felt that he had already won the first prize, was a little anxious to return to Shuzhong.

Yang Xiaoyang went back to the inn depressed, and heard Lao Chen say that there was new news.

"Today, the Heshan faction posted a notice at the mountain gate, and at the beginning of the second round, five people came to the stage together, and only one person won, and the people have been divided. The old man has already copied it down, please look at it. ”

Li Congwen took the paper, looked at it twice, and ran out of the door, not knowing what to do.

Yang Xiaoyang also took a few looks, and Lao Chen copied the details of the competition, that is, although the words are not ugly, they look really awkward.

Yang Xiaoyang saw that the second round had divided the fifty-five people into eleven groups, and since the Heshan faction had already set all the people, he didn't care if any of the five people formed an alliance.

However, most people who practice martial arts are unwilling to do this kind of thing, and they will be looked down upon by others.

Wait, is this what Li Congwen did?

It didn't take long for Li Congwen to come back, and without saying a word, he pulled Lao Chen and went out again, Yang Xiaoyang guessed that he couldn't find anyone by himself.

Yang Xiaoyang and Jingyuan said hello and entered the house, and it didn't take long to hear Xiao Er say that someone was looking for him at the door, Yang Xiaoyang felt that most of them were looking for allies, so he decided to go downstairs to have a look.

Who knew that it was today's opponent Qiu Jingsheng, although he didn't feel like he was looking for trouble with a serious face, he was still secretly vigilant, and Jingyuan heard the movement and followed behind Yang Xiaoyang.

When Qiu Jingsheng saw Yang Xiaoyang coming out, he fell to his knees at once, ignoring the eyes of others, and said loudly: "Please teach me martial arts!"

Yang Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand that he didn't know how to ask for anything about martial arts, but it was hard to say, "Why do you want to ask me for advice?"

"A few days ago, my brother was robbed by robbers who robbed me of my brother's saber and all his belongings. My father left early, and my brother has always treated me like a father, running around and toiling, and I vowed to avenge my brother. ”

Yang Xiaoyang's face instantly became wonderful when he heard this, and he turned his head to look at Jingyuan, but found that he didn't seem to be surprised at all.

Yang Xiaoyang resisted the urge to scratch his head and asked, "Do you know why your brother was robbed, and what does the robber look like?"

"My brother didn't say anything. ”

"Poor Dao is not good at learning arts, and he doesn't dare to teach indiscriminately, and Poor Dao only knows that as long as he works hard, he will get something. Yang Xiaoyang sighed, feeling that the two brothers were also hard-working people, so he took off the axe behind his waist and handed it to Qiu Jingsheng, "You will use this axe to cut down the tree from today onwards, when can you cut the tree surrounded by the three of you with an axe, and the cut surface is as smooth as a mirror, you can go to take revenge." ”

Qiu Jingsheng is an honest man, he kowtowed three times on the ground and walked away with an axe.

"Daoyou is a kind-hearted person after all. Jingyuan's tone of voice has become more and more brisk recently.

"It's not ridiculous that I'm helping my own enemies. But I don't think these two brothers are like bad people, maybe they are just forced by life. It's a little harder to get revenge, but it's always good to have a thought, and that's something I learned from you. ”

"The poor monk thought that Daoyou was teaching the wrong way, but he didn't expect Daoyou to be so sincere. Do you know why the poor monk didn't cross the ringing horse that day?"

"Why?"

"The poor monk calculated the cause and effect of the horse that day, and someone else knotted it that day, but he didn't expect that person to be a Taoist friend. ”

Yang Xiaoyang was a little surprised, he didn't believe that anyone could calculate the future, but after listening to what the patriarch said about the Mandate of Heaven, he believed it, "Jingyuan, you still know how to calculate?"

"The poor monk learned from an old man. ”

Yang Xiaoyang pointed at Jingyuan's nose and scolded with a smile: "Okay, you stinky monk who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors!"

Jingyuan didn't care, folded his hands and said softly: "That real person lives in seclusion in Huangshan and is a friend of the family teacher. He forced me to learn divination, and the family teacher also agreed, but it was not a deception to destroy the ancestors.

Speaking of which, that real person is still a good friend of your Zhongnan Patriarch. ”

"How do you know I'm from South-Central?"

Jingyuan didn't speak, just winked at Yang Xiaoyang.

It didn't take long for Li Congwen and Lao Chen to come back, and when he saw his face full of spring breeze, he knew that the matter had been done, and Yang Xiaoyang didn't ask much.

Most of the money on Li Congwen's body was spent and there was not much left, and as long as there was some moromi at dinner, he still drank it with relish, and Yang Xiaoyang sighed.

Yang Xiaoyang also asked for a bowl himself, and felt that the sweet and sour wine was much better than the spirits.

At night, Yang Xiaoyang lay on the bed, listening to the slight breathing sound coming from the box, and touched the only one or two silver and a string of copper coins left in his arms.

He sighed a little, somehow after a trip to the rivers and lakes, he changed from a person who regarded money as dung to a person who counted money to live a life.

In the end, I can only sigh that life is more about firewood, rice, oil and salt, rather than chivalrous tenderness and chic.