Chapter 17: Gathering of Heroes

The moon had risen, and the sky was full of stars. The two lay on the lawn, looking up at the galaxy, telling the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The two hugged each other, and couldn't help but argue that they practiced swords in Wudang Mountain, and when they were tired, they also sat on the mountain peak and looked at the Milky Way. The past is like in front of me, and I feel infinite happiness in front of me.

The mountain wind at the end of summer blew, and the sound of pine waves on the mountain was like the beating of war drums, like waves crashing on the shore, like torrential rain sprinkling the forest, the two felt like sitting on the seaside, and a few fireflies were flying. Ye Mucui's head rested on Leng Yuhu's chest, and Leng Yuhu wrapped his hand around her soft waist, and the two fireflies flew over, dancing for them.

Between the two peaks, the flying stream hung and banged, and a wonderful aroma began to permeate everywhere.

Leng Yuhu said: "It's time, let's go up the mountain." ”

Ye Mucui didn't want to sit up, but for the sake of his sweetheart, he had to stand up, the two led the horse, and came to the front of the mountain road into the mountain.

The two groped their way for a while, "Aha, you're here." It was Chen Jihong's voice, and then the two walked down.

When he got closer, Chen Jihong introduced to another person: "This is the fair king of South Taihang." He also introduced to Leng Yuhu, "This is our chief village owner, Huang Zongzhai master." ”

The head of the village is not far away, the tall dundun, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and majestic. The hands of the two heroes clasped together and said to each other: "Long admiration, long admiration." Mr. Huang took Leng Yuhu's hand, waved his other hand, and said, "Please!" The two humbly walked up the mountain.

After walking for nearly an hour, I came to a mountain col, surrounded by mountains, the ground in the middle was flat, I could see many houses, and there were many fields outside the houses.

Mr. Huang led everyone to a small temple, where Guan Gong was enshrined. Everyone bowed to Guan Gong with incense and came out. It was late at night, and people were asleep, and there was no sound. Mr. Huang quietly led the three of them to his room, where the wine and food had been arranged, everyone was polite, sat down, and discussed major events in the mountains while eating and drinking.

After the meal, arrange the room to sleep.

When he got up the next day, Leng Yuhu put on makeup and walked out, and when he looked up, a woman walked opposite, with fluffy hair, her face painted snow-white, and her mouth painted blood-red. The woman looked at Leng Yuhu and sneered. Leng Yuhu wondered how strange this woman was. The woman said, "Brother Yuhu, don't you recognize me?"

"Oh, you're Cui Mei. ”

"Who do you think I look like?"

"I just feel weird, I don't know which one it looks like?"

"It's not like Deng Chunqing. ”

"Ah, when you say it, I think so. ”

Leng Yuhu asked her, "Which one do you think I look like?"

Ye Mucui said: "You are like that son yesterday." ”

Leng Yuhu smiled: "I'm not comparable, but I also disguise myself like him." ”

The two talked and laughed, and came to the front to wait in the living room. The living room was full of people of all kinds on the rivers and lakes, and they were noisy and lively, which showed that Mr. Huang had a wide range of exchanges. Chen Jihong glanced here and looked away. No one cares about the two of them, and Mr. Huang doesn't introduce it, so it just passed in a daze, so many people, who cares about two more people?

Leng Yuhu looked at the folding fan boy, and the folding fan boy shook the folding fan lightly, his attitude was relaxed, and he didn't look at this side. Be safe with each other.

Mr. Huang stood up and said: "Thanks to all my friends, I have come all the way to Xiaozhai. Saying that, he arched his hand and said, "Huang has thanked me here." Drink to your heart's content today. Tomorrow's competition, elect the new chief owner. The day after tomorrow, it's my birthday. Everyone is drunk. ”

The heroes shouted: "Okay." ”

On this day, after a day of drinking, the night was quiet, and nothing happened.

The next day, the jousting tournament began. In the center of the stockade, there is a high ring with seats arranged around it. After lunch, everyone sat around the ring, and the competition was about to begin.

Mr. Huang came to the stage, cleared his throat and said: "Today's competition begins, all the owners of the village must use their skills in their lives, whoever is the first in martial arts, who is the master of the village." However, I want to say that they are all their own brothers, so I will stop there. Then, shouting, "The jousting begins." ”

As soon as the shouting passed, no one immediately came on the field, and there was a lot of noise just now, and it was quiet in the blink of an eye. Several village owners understand in their hearts that martial arts competition is a formality, but Mr. Huang has already chosen someone in his heart, that is, his son Huang Wanli, how can other village owners fight for it?

At this time, Chen Jihong, the owner of the mountain pass, stood up and shouted, "I'll make a start." "Walking to the middle of the ring, holding the Soul Breaking Knife in his hand, this knife is shining with cold light, I don't know how many nameless juniors are injured under the knife.

Chen Jihong arched his hand and said, "Which one do you ask?"

Chen Guofeng came out of the Guodi Lake Cottage and said, "I'll ask the Lord Chen Zhai for two tricks." ”

This Chen Guofeng is tall and thin, with two small eyes, a hooked nose, and an iron gun in his hand, and the marksmanship he learned is the "Yang Family Gun", which dances like a storm, and is well-known in North Taihang for nearly ten years.

The two of them saluted: "Please!" opened the posture and killed in one place, although it was their own brother to the point, but once they were killed, it was also dangerous, extremely exciting. The high-rollers watched the battle in the arena and forgot to cheer.

After killing fifty rounds, Chen Jihong jumped out of the field and arched his hand: "Brother Chen, you won." ”

Chen Guofeng said: "Concession, concession." ”

Chen Guofeng stood in the ring, clasped his fists with both hands, and said, "Please teach which village master." ”

Liu Xuejun, the owner of the cabinet gate, walked up and said, "I'm here to ask Brother Chen for advice." Please!"

The two were killed in one place. Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that Liu Xuejun has a high fever and a fairy swordsmanship, usually just seen one move and two styles, today's competition, everyone can be said to be eye-opening. Other people's martial arts are desperate moves, and the moves are vicious, but Liu Xuejun's swordsmanship is not only exquisite, but also beautiful, and it is by no means comparable to those stalking, insidious and vicious moves on the rivers and lakes.

The high rollers saw that this immortal swordsmanship was really like a fairy dance, with a graceful posture and wonderful moves, and in a relaxed way, they cracked Chen Guofeng's Yang family marksmanship one by one. Everyone couldn't help but smile and be amazed.

After killing more than 20 rounds, Liu Xuejun said in his heart: "I'm just holding a field for the chief village owner, why bother fighting, as if I care about the position of the village owner." ”

I made up my mind, so I sold a flaw, Chen Guofeng looked at the opportunity, and a move in the Yang family's marksmanship, "chasing the wind and catching the moon", stabbed Liu Xuejun, how could Liu Xuejun let him stab, flashed from the side, and the Yang family's gun passed by the flesh and bones.

Liu Xuejun arched his hand and said: "Admire." Admire. He turned around and walked off the stage.

Chen Guofeng also knew that Liu Xuejun had no intention of fighting for the position of the head of the village, so he deliberately gave in, looked at him and said, "Thank you, thank you!"

Suddenly, there was a whistling in the distance, followed by a "boom" in mid-air, and the skyrocketing cannon exploded, and the enemy attacked under the mountain.

Mr. Huang's village owner has already secretly arranged, and he is not chaotic, leading the brothers of this cottage to move forward with their blades. I saw a thin white woman rushing up the mountain in the distance, as fast as a swallow returning from spring, and rushed to the front after a while.

Leng Yuhu and Chen Jihong immediately recognized the woman who was looking for a husband in Lengji Town, and she also had a fight with the wine and meat monk, the monk cut off her donkey's head, and she stabbed the monk several times.

Chen Jihong whispered to the head of the village. The owner of the village knew that the person who came was not an enemy, so he smiled and said: "When the guests come, they are not welcomed, forgive their sins, forgive their sins." ”

The woman was still polite, and said, "On the birthday of the head of the village, bring some light gifts, please smile." With that, he took a package from behind his back and handed it to him with both hands. Mr. Huang knew that she was sincere, took it with both hands, handed it to his subordinates, and waved his hand: "Please!"

This woman heard that there will be heroes from Tiannan Haibei at the Tuguanya cottage party, and her husband loves to join in the crowd, she rushed to the cottage to inquire about her husband's news, naturally not a troublemaker.

The crowd re-seated.

"Report ......", a brother in the village ran up the mountain panting, and said to the owner of Huang Zongzhai in a hurry: "Just now, a woman, her steps were extremely fast, she didn't stop, and ran towards the cottage, and now I don't know where she has gone?"

Everyone heard another burst of laughter.