In the third year of Song Tiansheng (1026), on the Mu Us Desert fifty miles west of Xiazhou City, the round sun is slanting westward, and the glow is completely stained in the sky; the hills and peaks are stacked, the light and shadow of the sand waves are bright and dark; the goshawk flies low, and the wings break through the winter and the wind is fierce.

There were two people hurriedly running between the sand peaks, one of them was an old man with a linen cloth and a cotton hat, and a girl was pulling in his right hand, the girl's clothes were much brighter than the old man, wearing a goose yellow jacket with octagonal dragon brocade, wearing an emerald rain silk brocade outside, wearing emerald narrow pants underneath, and the deerskin boots under her feet were even more verdant. The girl rushed down, her cheeks were red, her nose was sweaty, and she couldn't help but say to the old man: "Grandpa, I'm tired, let's rest and rest." The old man was even more sweaty, looked sideways at the girl and said, "It's all grandpa who has tired Qingfei, we can't rest, you run and breathe according to the heart, it's almost there." The girl no longer spoke, but only held her breath, and her feet were still rushing and running, and the old man followed breathlessly, and the bells or other iron tools that he was wearing did not know were clanging in the wind.

After a while, the two of them have run to the top of a high hill, looking down, only to see the four rings of this hill, in the middle is a basin oasis with a circle of several miles, in the middle of the basin, a vast Yuquan Lake, poplars by the lake stand in all directions, the poplar leaves have fallen, and the branches are whining by the wind. Dozens of steps away from the lake, two hundred-year-old poplars stand opposite each other, the trunk is grandiose, the branches are vigorous, there is a huge plaque hanging under the branch of a dragon on the right tree, there are four big characters on the plaque: "Qiulong Inn", the four-character silkworm head swallowtail, simple and unrestrained, vigorous and broad, it is written with Han Li.

Under the two trees is the Qiulong Inn, the inn is three stories high, all made of wood, although the wood color fades, but it is also a simple and stable place to live. The inn is isolated in the basin, and there is no sound outside the wind, and the silence is a little weird. The grandfather and grandson jumped over the three wooden steps and entered the inn lobby.

The inn is strange but not comparable to the outside, and there are more than ten Eight Immortal Tables in the hall, or three or five tables, or more than ten tables. There were about more than 100 people, so many people, all of whom did not drink wine or eat meat, and they all stared directly at the door of the inn, without any movement. Therefore, when the grandfather and grandson flew into the door, not only the grandfather and grandson were shocked, but the people in the group were also shocked and a little restless. The agitation subsided in an instant, and everyone glanced at the grandfather and grandson, and then looked past the two and stared at the door again.

Seeing such a treacherous scene, the girl couldn't help but feel furious in her heart, and hid behind the old man timidly. The old man looked around the lobby and led the girl straight to a table in the southwest corner, where it was not easy to see the door, because no one was seated. When the old man looked around the lobby, he caught a glimpse of someone at one of the tables not staring at the door, but at a table in the middle of the hall, his eyes full of grief and indignation. couldn't help but turn his head to look at it again, but before he could turn his head, he heard an angry shout: "Your Excellency is the scholar Liu who killed in Hanzhong." ”

When the old man looked back and looked closely, he was the man who stood up and shouted angrily and stared angrily at the middle of the lobby. The big man was dressed as a farmer, with thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, a wide mouth and dense hair, a dark complexion, like an iron tower, standing in front of the table majestic, and pointing his finger to a white-faced scholar in the middle.

The white-faced scholar, like everyone else, was startled by an angry shout, and he was stunned for a moment before he realized that the big man was asking himself. With a displeased face, he got up and returned: "It's just a few people, which hero is Your Excellency?"

Dahan didn't answer, he knocked his foot lightly, kicked off the seat, and ran straight over: "It's you, pay for your life." ”

The scholar was startled, jumped off the dining table, and landed in the open space at the door of the inn: "Slow down, which one are you, who are you looking for, don't give your life by mistake." “

The big man stopped talking, his eyes widened angrily, he roared again and again, and bullied himself to force the scholar. The scholar smiled coldly, and with a wave of his hand, he had already copied a stainless steel folding fan in his hand. The big Han fist was whistling, the scholar was flickering and moving, and in an instant, the two were already fighting together.

After fighting for more than 30 rounds, Dahan's fist was unabated, but after all, he was not as flexible as the scholar, his face, arms and hind buttocks had been beaten four or five times by the scholar.

After more than ten rounds of fighting, the scholar swept away the leaves in the autumn wind, and hit the corner of the big man's eyes with a fan, and suddenly blood splashed everywhere, but the big man didn't pay attention to it, and half of his face let the blood flow endlessly, but he couldn't hit the scholar's anxious roar. After fighting for a while, Dahan had been beaten by the scholars, and when Dahan saw that it was difficult to win, he was sad and couldn't help but shout: "Senior Brother Zhang, I respect you as the master, please kill Liu to avenge the master." ”

As soon as the words fell, a lean white-faced middle-aged man had already flown over, and returned in the air: "Even if you don't respect me as the master, won't I avenge the master? Saying that, he besieged the scholar with the big man. The scholar was originally a little comfortable with the big man, but he was suddenly besieged by the two, and the lean man was flexible, so he suddenly lost the opportunity and was in an embarrassing situation, and he was hit by the lean man a few times.

Seeing that the scholar was in a hurry, he shouted: "Are you going to see death and not save you?" and called out to a few fellow people at the same table.

A few people in the same group were still giggling watching the scholar beat the big man, but when they saw the scholar asking for help, one of them had already stood up and held an iron whip and hit the big man, and the big man hurriedly withdrew to fight the iron whip.

The four of them shouted endlessly, fighting in one place, sometimes the big man fights the scholar, sometimes the thin man fights the scholar, the tricks have their own merits, the big man and the iron whip are all hard kung fu, and the road is the strength of the heavy force, the scholar and the lean man are light in status, the tricks are exquisite, and the four people are about a little more than 100 together, and there is no victory.

The people sitting in the inn are all martial arts people, all pointing while watching, and some people are doing some research and judgment on the situation. The girl couldn't help but whisper to the old man after listening to a few words from the neighboring seat: "Grandpa, it's strange, the fist of the tiger and crane is not like this, this black man is just a trick to make a tiger shape, and the white and thin one only uses the trick of the crane shape, how can this style of play be better than others." ”

The old man smiled lightly, groaned slightly, waved his hand and brushed his beard and replied to the girl loudly: "Tell me which ones are not." ”

When the girl saw the old man asking loudly, she also raised her voice slightly: "This tiger-shaped boxing move is real, and as soon as the punch comes out, the opponent will know what it is referring to." This crane-shaped boxing method, the move is a false move, although it is exquisite, but it cannot be hit with a real move, so how can it be regarded as a good boxing method. ”

The old man nodded frequently and said, "Qing Fei is my son, if it were you, how would you make this tiger and crane double-shaped?"

"The tiger and crane double form is a set of boxing methods, if it is me, it will never be separated, I will use the spirit of the tiger fist to control the spirit of the crane fist, and the tiger fist with the skill of the crane fist. In this way, this scholar will not go through ten rounds. ”

The old man laughed: "Zhou Xiaohe used the tiger and crane double-shaped fist method to crisscross the Central Plains, and the apprentice he taught was really not as good as a girl, so ignorant of people, it is no wonder that he died at the hands of evil gangsters." ”

At this time, the lean man was fighting the iron whip man, and when he heard the grandson commenting like this, his face was full of shame, and the old man's laughter stopped, as if he suddenly woke up. Suddenly, he twisted his body and fell behind the scholar, and his arms roared in the sky, wrapping the scholar's arms, the big man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, and the black tiger with both fists pulled out the heart, and the momentum sank vigorously, hitting the scholar's chest. The scholar screamed, spat blood, and fell to the ground on the spot.

At this time, the thin man took the hand of the big man, turned to the direction of the old man, and took a deep look, without waiting for the scholar's fellow partners to react, he had already pulled the big man out of the door.