One of the most lively streets in Jinguan City is called Yinma Street, and the whole street is paved with purple stones, which is clean and smooth. Look at 1 wool line 3 Chinese network on weekdays, there are a lot of pedestrians and cars here and there. If you catch up with the festival, it will be even more unbelievable, it will simply become a place where water cannot be drained.

Although it is not a festival on this day, the streets are crowded with people from early in the morning. When they played far away, they saw a huge gold-lettered signboard, which was written in both Chinese and Chinese: "Martial arts to recruit relatives". Although there are many people who are eager to try, more of them are watching the excitement.

Someone said: "I said, brother, seeing that your body is so strong, why don't you go on stage to compare? If you can win a little lady who is like a flower and jade back, you will be blessed for the rest of your life." ”

The other person was a pig killer and pouted: "What do you know? Today is the Taishou Tashi Pasang recruiting relatives, and I don't know how many masters in this crowd are waiting to come to the stage." I don't dare to say if I can get my wife, but it's true that if I miss it, I will take my life. ”

"Hey, look at your little bit of talent. If I were ten years younger, I would try anything on stage!"

"I said, how can you brag so much about a fried oil cake? Look at those monks, which of them has arms that are not thicker than your thighs? If you are on the field, you are afraid that you will be slapped and blown away. ”

"I'm just talking and having fun...... Isn't it strange that you are a monk, but you can eat meat and marry a wife, and you are really much happier than our Han monks. ”

"Who's to say it isn't, haha......"

At this time, a wrestler in the ring picked up the mallet and struck three gongs. The audience immediately fell silent. I saw a fanren nobleman bowed down and said: "Master Baihu Fan, Jinguancheng Taishou, and Tashi Samba, the common high priest of the Fanhan and Han clans, have a word......

Hearing this, many Han people in the crowd secretly shook their heads and sighed. By calling the priests of the Han Chinese, the monks apparently included them in the congregation. It's just that the Han people have their own customs, and most of them don't want to believe in their religion, so it's really helpless to be represented like this.

But a few people were willing, and when they heard the beginning, they pulled their necks and shouted, "Okay!"

The nobleman continued: "The little girl is in her old age, and she is not yet worthy of a good matchmaker. Just because I, the White Tiger Fan, have revered warriors since ancient times, and Ben Taishou made a grand vow in front of the throne of the Ming Dynasty: I hope to recruit an invincible hero for the little girl in the world to carry forward the prestige of my White Tiger Fan......"

As soon as these words came out, countless people cheered loudly.

The man pressed his hand down and motioned for everyone to be quiet: "Therefore, the Taishou Mansion is here to compete in martial arts to recruit relatives, and anyone who has not yet married can come to the stage to try." Participants in the competition are prohibited from poison and hidden weapons, and once discovered, they will be arrested and punished for intentionally injuring others. There are no restrictions on the use of blades.

The recruitment of relatives was carried out for three days and three nights, and the final winner was the concubine, and there was no regret. In addition, Tashi Samba Taishou promised everyone: as long as you win three consecutive games in the ring, Taishou Mansion will give you five taels of silver, and hire him as a martial artist in the palace, so that the heroes of the world will know. Now the competition begins!"

After saying that, he retreated, and Lux struck the gong again, making way for the empty field.

The crowd shouted and shouted, but no one came to the stage for a long time.

Some idlers were impatient and said loudly: "Which hero takes the lead and opens the eyes of the masters!"

Before the call fell, I saw a figure jumping into the ring from the west, it turned out to be a young man dressed in black, who looked to be about twenty years old, with a look of eagerness to try.

He hugged his fists and said: "Fathers and elders, in Xia Liu Saburo, a native of Bazhou." I didn't dare to expect Gao Pan to do this family business, but it was really embarrassing to see that no one was on the field, so I threw bricks and stones, and asked the heroes of the world not to laugh!"

The people below generally applauded and cheered: "Good job!"

Liu Saburo listened to the praise of others, fluttering as if in the clouds, and immediately arched his hand but practiced a fist and kick, which was "mantis boxing". Before a set of punches was finished, someone suddenly shouted: "Young man, I'll accompany you through a few moves." ”

Everyone followed the sound and looked, only to see that it was a middle-aged man covered in fat, and his stomach trembled when he walked. He couldn't jump into the ring, so he had to climb up with both hands and feet. The audience couldn't help but laugh when they saw him so clumsy.

The fat man himself smiled and said: "Everyone, everyone, the contemptible Liang Tiezhu, the Shandong people, encountered such a grand event on the way to the treasure land, so they also came to join in the fun and cheer everyone up." He said to Liu Saburo again: "Little brother, please." ”

Liu Saburo saw that this person obviously didn't have any martial arts in his hands, so he saved three points and despised it first. snorted and flew forward, splitting his hand is a palm. But I didn't expect the fat man surnamed Liang to be extremely flexible, like a huge ball of meat, and he avoided it with a light roll. This roll is ingenious, interesting to watch, and really attracted a lot of applause.

The two fought back one after another, fighting in one place. In fact, the fat man seemed to be stupid, but in fact he was much higher than Liu Saburo's kung fu, and after twenty rounds, he was forced to only parry but had no power to fight back. Liu Saburo took a few steps back, sank his face, pulled out a two-section whip from his arms, and crackled in the wind.

The fat man smiled: "What, in a hurry?" After saying that, he also took out the blade, which turned out to be a short stick.

The two fought together again, but it was more dangerous than just now. But listening to the sound of ding ding dong into a string, sparks suddenly splashed everywhere, so it was not lively.

After more than ten rounds, the fat man suddenly shouted: "Pour!" swept Liu Saburo with a short stick. Liu Saburo couldn't dodge, and this time he hit the bone.

The short stick was made of pig iron, and people only heard a crisp sound of "pop" in their ears, and Liu Saburo let go of his blade, and fell to the ground holding his calf, rolling on the ground in pain.

Liang Fatzi smiled to himself and said, "I agreed!"

At this time, a few soldiers came up and carried the defeated Liu Saburo down. Some people sighed secretly, such a young man is likely to be crippled. Unexpectedly, the fat man surnamed Liang looked good, but he was so ruthless under his hands, he was really unseemly.

I saw him ask on the stage: "And that old man is waiting for you!"

He asked three times, but there was no sound below. People can really see that this person's martial arts are quite powerful, and ordinary people are definitely not opponents. Some people had the intention to challenge, but when they saw Liu Saburo's tragic situation, they immediately dispelled their thoughts.

After a long time, someone finally said: "The surname is Liang, I will meet you!" It turned out to be a man who looked like a dart master. But this person was defeated and was carried out of the field before he did the triple.

Later, three or four people challenged one after another, but they were all sent away by Liang Fatzi one by one. After that, no one dared to come to power again. A soldier brought a chair, and Liang Fatzi sat up, looking at everyone calmly, with three points of pride and three points of arrogance in his expression.

Seeing that this fight was close to noon, people speculated that maybe no one would come again today, and they might have to wait until tomorrow if they wanted to watch a good show.

But at that moment, there was a bang on the table, and a nine-foot-tall villain came up. When he arrived on the stage, he didn't speak, but chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

Everyone looked at it, and it turned out to be a monk. He was dressed in snow-white monk's robes and stepped on coarse linen monk's shoes. Look at the face, it is really how cold and cold. This person has an indigo face and red eyebrows, a collapsed nose and a toad mouth, a pair of red eyes similar to a burning charcoal ball, and does not look like a monk, but like a mountain king who blocks the road and robs.

He carried a cooked copper hammer in his hand, which was surprisingly large.

It turns out that the copper hammer is also known as "bone flower" and "golden melon", because its center of gravity is all in front, so the strength of the user is extremely high. The one who can often make a fist is one in a thousand strongmen.

But when he saw that this man's copper hammer was the size of a watermelon, he threw it on the floor and shook the whole ring.

The monk opened his mouth and said: "The little fat man of the Han people, let's try to compete." ”

Liang Fat looked at him, and replied without lifting his buttocks: "Okay." ”

The monk said: "How do you fight while you are sitting?"

Liang Fatzi smiled coldly: "To beat a stupid person like you, I don't have to get up, uncle." Even if you attack, I'll lose if I move out of my chair. ”

It turns out that this Liang Tiezhu is the master of Shandong Wuxingmen, which looks funny and ridiculous on the surface, but is actually a first-class master in the martial arts.

He knows that all martial arts in the world must be cultivated both internally and externally, and if the internal strength is greater than the external strength, it is like chopping wood with a treasure knife, and the strength is wasted. But if the external strength is greater than the internal strength, it is even more dangerous, just like a small horse, sooner or later it will hurt the spirit, and if it is serious, it will be a life.

This monk took such a cumbersome weapon, obviously taking the kung fu of a foreign family. To his extent, he doesn't need to be beaten by others at all, as long as he provokes anger with words, and then teases with small kung fu, he himself will exhaust himself to death.

Liang Fatzi had already made a plan in his heart at a glance, so he dared to provoke unscrupulously.

And there's a little more reason for that. At that time, the Han people were oppressed by Fanbang, and they secretly harbored a fire in their hearts. So although there is nothing wrong with the monk's words, Liang Fatzi also deliberately ridiculed a few words.

I didn't think about it, but the monk nodded and said, "Okay, don't leave the chair, this is what you said." If you leave, you lose. ”

Liang Fatzi was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: Why is this monk so shameless? He originally intended to provoke him, but he didn't expect to be turned against him. If he sat still in his chair, wouldn't he be turned into flesh when his brass hammer struck?

But the words have been spoken, and there is no possibility of change. The audience was full of audiences, wouldn't it be a slap in the face if he changed his words on the spot? But Liang Tiezhu deserved to be an old Jianghu, and muttered: "Okay, but this is only a rule set by myself, if the organizer doesn't agree, I have to remove the chair, and I have no choice." ”

He threw the burden to the Taishou Mansion with a light and clever sentence, and it sounded as if the Taishou Mansion deliberately did not give him room to exert it.

The monk said: "This is wrong. If you have the heart to keep your word, ask them to leave their chairs on the stage. Didn't the rules just say that there is no limit to the blade in the competition, you just need to say that this is a weapon. ”

Liang Fatzi was shocked in his heart, this monk looked stupid, but in fact he was extremely calculating.

He fought for this bit of cheapness regardless of his face, which shows that he is determined to win, and he must be careful to deal with it. So Deng Shi put away his contempt and said, "How can you count just words." Isn't it a joke that the world's martial arts use chairs as weapons?"