84_84561 Yuezhou City, late at night, a beggar looked left and right, sneaking into a secluded courtyard. Because of the Junshan Huiwu, Yuezhou City has been crowded these days, not only the inns are full of people, even some of the courtyards built by the locals have been rented out a lot, such a secluded place next to the downtown area, but it is extremely difficult to find.

"Have you gotten the information about this contest?" the beggar had just slipped into the courtyard with a code, when he was pulled by a black-faced man.

Hearing this, the beggar sneered and said, "I have already gotten it, this is the specific situation of this meeting, please accept it!" As he spoke, he took out a rice ball from the cloth bag behind him and handed it forward.

The black-faced man smelled the pungent smell of the beggar, saw his dirty hands again, took the rice ball with a look of disgust, and said, "All right! All the merits of you and your lord, we will remember, get out of here!"

The beggar nodded and withdrew with a flattering expression. When he got outside, he put away his smiling face, snorted at the small courtyard, looked at the copper coins in the cloth bag, and went happily. There are many people in the martial arts of Yuezhou City, and he is responsible for patrolling the city given by the beggars, but he can't stay for long.

In the small courtyard behind him, the black-faced man heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away, snorted coldly, crushed the rice balls with his hand, took out a note from it, took a cursory look, and then walked into the room.

"Mr. Liu, this is the details of this Junshan Martial Meeting! What do you think you will do tomorrow?" the black-faced man walked into the room and asked a scribe in his fifties.

The scribe took the ball of paper, unfolded it and looked at it for a moment, frowning. Then he handed it to a tall and thin person next to him and asked, "Mr. Xiaoxiang, you are a local martial arts person in Jingxiang, what do you think of this martial arts competition?"

"The prince said that this operation is all up to Mr. Zicong. If commanded. Please also instruct!" The tall and thin man didn't take it anymore, and said coldly.

This person's face is bloodless, like a zombie, it is Xiao Xiangzi, a famous residence in Xiangxi, who was sent here by Kublai Khan because of the matter of Junshan Huiwu. And the scribe in his fifties. It is Zicong monk, the common family name is Liu Mingkan, also known as Liu Bingzhong, he was an official in the county government when he was a teenager, and later became a monk. Knowledgeable and meticulous, Kublai Khan trusted him very much, and this time he sneaked to Yuezhou as a scholar, also for the sake of Junshan's martial arts. And the black-faced man is a famous warrior under Kublai Khan's tent, named Baletu, with high martial arts. It is not far from Xiao Xiangzi, Yin Kexi and others. Because he looked like a Han man and was proficient in Chinese, he was also sent over.

Monk Zicong knew that Xiao Xiangzi was unhappy that Kublai Khan had sent him to preside over this matter. His thoughts turned, and he said softly: "Mr. Xiaoxiang Miao praised, this time we sneaked into Yuezhou for the prince's major affairs, how can there be any priority? This time, the Great Khan ascended the throne and appointed the prince to preside over the affairs of Mo Nan and Han land. When we accept this important task, we must do our best! Mr. Xiaoxiang is familiar with the martial arts of the Central Plains. I'm sure you'll be able to answer our questions. Although the tone is modest, it is a hidden needle. Confirmed his identity as the leader.

Xiao Xiangzi was stunned when he heard this, but he was speechless to respond. He didn't dare to disobey Kublai Khan's order, snorted coldly, took the paper ball and looked at it. Seeing this, Monk Zicong smiled slightly, and couldn't help but think about it.

Since he was almost assassinated by Fang Zhixing and Guo Jing among the ten thousand armies eight years ago, Kublai Khan not only sent troops to burn Zhongnanshan, but also increased his own defenses and recruited people in the rivers and lakes in an attempt to disintegrate the Central Plains martial arts. After eight years, this matter has also begun to bear fruit, but it is only in the past few years that it has been busy with the struggle for the throne of the Khan, so it has not been launched. It was not until Meng Ge officially ascended the throne this year that he, as his younger brother who had made great contributions, was appointed to lead the affairs of Mo Nan and Han China, so he could be regarded as freeing his hands. At this time, his troops were concentrated in Tubo and he was about to completely take Dali, so after hearing about Junshan's martial arts and Huashan's sword discussion, he didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until a few days ago that I heard that Xiangyang was talking about martial arts, and I was a little worried in my heart, for fear that Fang Zhixing would take advantage of the Junshan martial arts to gather the Central Plains martial arts and teach martial arts, so he also sent his advisers and samurai to dismantle the matter.

As the first strategist under Kublai Khan, Monk Zicong knew much more than Xiaoxiangzi, Baletu and others, so he naturally understood the importance that Kublai Khan attached to this matter, and he also wanted to make great achievements and perform well, in order to be more valued. But thinking of Fang Zhixing's empty move today, Hong Qigong took the lead in demonstrating, and let everyone obey, and his previous plans were all stillborn, and he was also a little helpless in his heart: "These people in the martial arts, their brains are really simple! It's just a small trick and a small means, it's so honest, and they are so happy to be played." If you let them see the masters, wouldn't they bow down and worship?" As Kublai Khan's side, he had also seen many eminent monks and witnessed them perform the Suspension Technique, although Fang Zhixing's Void Step was a little more mysterious this time, he didn't care too much about it.

"Fang Zhixing, Li Mochou, Yang Guo, Yanbo Diaosuo, as well as Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, plus Zhu Ziliu's words, there are seven masters, there are these people, I'm afraid it will be difficult to succeed this time!" Xiao Xiangzi looked at it for a while and said.

When Baltu first entered the Central Plains, he was in full swing and asked, "Are these people very strong in kung fu? How are they better than Brother Xiaoxiang?"

Xiao Xiangzi glanced at him coldly, and said: "Not to mention Fang Zhixing, Hong Qigong, and Zhou Botong, even if we meet Yang Guo and Zhu Ziliu, we will also run away, do you say they are strong!"

Baletu was robbed of white by him for a while, his words couldn't help but stagnate, and his dark face couldn't help but flush red, and he said loudly: "Why should Brother Xiaoxiang grow his popularity and destroy his own prestige, is it not good for a certain family's poisonous sand palm?" As a Mongolian, he learned a Central Plains martial art from somewhere, and his martial arts were so high that he could be counted under Kublai Khan's account. After Asa Guangzuo left, he had taken this place.

Xiao Xiangzi was already very unhappy in his heart, and when he heard his repeated questions, he glanced at the black charcoal coldly and stopped answering.

Seeing this, Baletu's face was even more swollen red, and when the monk Zicong saw this, he was afraid that his blood would rise and he would make trouble, so he hurriedly said: "The two generals are not impatient, we still have to find a way to complete this matter." If something goes wrong, everyone won't be able to please them!" persuaded the two of them again and again. However, he was like this on his face, but he was secretly happy in his heart, knowing that there was a preliminary estrangement between the two, and this Baletu would have to rely on himself in the future. This time, I am more certain. (To be continued)