It was evening when we returned to Lingyun Villa.

Huizhou's annual lantern festival is famous inside and outside the dynasty, and it is the most lively and magnificent. Every year, for three nights, the city is full of lanterns and drums. The lantern is framed with bamboo strips, which is exquisitely clear. There are all kinds of colorful lanterns, which are painted with calligraphy, painting, lantern riddles, various mythological stories and the characters, flowers and birds and scenes in them, some of them are connected to the screen, the three-dimensional comic map, the brilliant patterns are colorful, shoulder to shoulder, it is the grandest festival in Huizhou.

In the past three days, merchants from all walks of life such as horse sellers and tea transporters in the 48 states of the dynasty, wealthy families from all over the country, and Confucian students from poor families who traveled to study all rushed to make more trips, so that they could enter Huizhou City on this day. Among them, there are many Hu people, Cangbei businessmen and martial artists who come here.

This lively scene, even those Taoists and Buddhas who live in seclusion in the mountains all the year round took the opportunity to go down the mountain to buy some extremely rare sundries.

The Lantern Festival is a mixed bag, and there is a dazzling array of goods trafficked by merchants from all walks of life.

In the past three days, the women in the Qinglou on both sides of the lantern street have been even more busy, constantly ushering in and sending them away, throwing themselves into their arms, and longing for those wealthy sons and young masters to empty their pockets and look at the "fat meat" that comes and goes. Many girls on the spring floor stood on the second floor with heavy makeup, looking at the group of people coming in the crowd. Among them, the white Qiu boy, wearing a white mink coat, has no half hair, and at first glance he is a child of the wealthy family in Jiangnan.

They waved to the pedestrian, "Oh, Brother Gongzi come up and sit, rest and drink tea inside."

"Childe, come on, sister, the pair of lanterns here is more beautiful, appreciate it."

A four-year-old child, sucking the golden thick syrup stained on the rock sugar gourd with his fingers in his mouth, grinning and waving to the woman beckoning upstairs. What a passion...".

The maid Huang Yi looked angry, and her crimson face raised a pair of eyes and glared at the women upstairs. took the hand of this tiger-headed child, and ran two steps to keep up with the young master of sable Qiu in front.

"Hey, why is Sister Huang angry, who provoked her?", the four-year-old child was a little puzzled, not knowing why Sister Huang was suddenly angry.

"I haven't gone to see the lanterns upstairs yet," he reluctantly followed her.

Oiran Liu was frightened in Yanguilou, and was contaminated with a little wind and cold on the island in the middle of the lake, so he didn't follow, and naturally he was accompanied by Lingyun Villa and the three elders of the Ye family.

Along the way, there are stalls everywhere, dizzying, there are high-grade Huangshi jade from Liangzhou, Buddha beads from Daizhou by the purple-clothed abbot Rulai, silk brocade from Jiangnan and other goods.

In a stall, a few people with guns and sticks, guns and sticks are windy, and the moves are dazzling, which is very surprising.

Four-year-old Yang Hudong looked at it and touched it west, stopping and clapping for a while, sniffing with his nose, and being very busy.

Among the people who perform in the rivers and lakes, there are indeed some heroes in distress, in order to make a living and earn a travel fee. However, as long as the slightly famous martial artists are not willing to do these things on the street, they will turn to the palace gate valve and the family to be a servant, maybe they can earn some fame, Yang Ze has given those people in trouble in Jiangzhou many times in the past, and funded them to tide over the difficulties, and later heard from the old horseman that they are all charlatans.

Yang Ze took a look at these people, and sure enough, the few people in front of him were not the heroes of the rivers and lakes who were in trouble with their stunts, these tricks were all deceptive tricks, they should have been rehearsed in advance, and they relied on this gangster to fool the villagers.

On the opposite side of this Jianghu show, a lampshed that had just been tied up was pulled up with a couplet, and the handwriting was crooked. Several men who look like Hu people, all with knotted muscles, round arms and broad arms, exposing their upper bodies, revealing strong and strong muscle lines. Armed with a large copper hammer. The couplet reads "Punch the tiger sitting on the ground in Huizhou, kick the dragon across the river in the dynasty", and the horizontal criticism is "across the four seas".

Ding Wei, the double-pronged knife, looked at this couplet that had just stood up, his stomach was bulging, and he was about to go up to the ring with the double knife, but he was dragged back by the Ziyi monk behind.

"A bunch of wild and ignorant children, why should Brother Ding be like them, this time he didn't come out to fight in the ring", a trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the monk Ziyi, and he returned to calm in an instant, it seems that the cultivation of Buddhism is very high, Ding Wei then indignantly put the double knife back into the sheath.

Bah.

Ding Wei spat at a few Hu people, turned his head and strode away.

Before a few people could take a few steps forward, they heard a few dull sounds behind them, as if something had hit a heavy wall. The "criss-crossed" color shed fell to the ground with a bang, and several big men in the ring were thrown off the ring like little chickens.

Yang Ze didn't reply, smiled, lowered his head and stroked Yang Hu's honest head, "If you fight well, you just owe a beating."

In the center of the city of the lamp, a group of people flocked to the ring made of colorful flags several times larger than the one just now. From time to time, the crowd cheered, and some shouted inverted colors, applause, whistles one after another, this lively energy overshadowed the lanterns of the whole street a lot.

In the distance, the woman in the Qinglou even threw envious and jealous eyes here.

The crowd flickered, someone was kicked down from the ring, ragged, nose collapsed to the face, blood dripping to the ground, getting up from the ground like a cat with its tail stepped on quickly squeezed into the crowd of people watching the lanterns, and slipped away.

A rugged and reckless man in the ring shouted in a loud voice, "His grandmother's, this round is not counted, Lao Tzu is not ready".

"Oh, dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu", a miserable scream came, "clang", first the thick arm of the cooked copper stick fell into the crowd, causing bursts of exclamations, and then the big man fell from the ring like a kite with a broken string, and everyone flashed out of the place to avoid.

If you are smashed on the head by this tiger-backed bear waist Liangzhou martial artist, you will have to break your muscles and bones, and your brain will burst.

Yang Ze saw that there was a teahouse opposite, and he was tired of walking, so he went up to the second floor and asked for a pot of green tea, and watched from top to bottom. Yang Hu has never entered the city, and he has never seen this kind of liveliness, so he kept squeezing forward from the cracks of the people, and looked at the stage on tiptoe.

It turned out to be a family in Huizhou to recruit relatives.

The forty-eight states of the dynasty are full of talents in the lamp market, and of course, there are many children of the rivers and lakes with extraordinary skills. At this time, a scholar in white clothes on the stage, with a crown like jade, fluttering clothes, in a corner of the ring, a scholar in Tsing Yi, polite, carrying a bookcase, looked at the scholar intently.

"This scholar looks as weak as a girl, and his skills are really good."

"Counting this Liangzhou dart player who makes cooked copper sticks, he has already knocked six people out of the ring, but he is a good match for Murong Lianyilang's talented and beautiful appearance."

"I heard Li Er of the jade smith shop say that the prince of Lu Wang forced it, and there was really no way, so the old man of the Murong family made this decision. After all, the Murong family is a famous family, thinking that Murong Ziwei was forced to die on the city gate by King Lu back then, the Murong family and the Lu Wangfu are a deep blood feud."

"I've also heard that it seems that the prince of King Lu will send Murong Lianyi to the mansion within three days. Hey, that prince of Lu relied on the power of the palace to do evil, and he was not as good as beasts, and robbed the people's daughters. It is said that the son of King Lu is the reincarnation of a wolf animal, and the woman who got it back to the palace was cut off and eaten in less than half a decade, and then thrown into the wolves to bite people to death, and the body was broken. The frightened and screaming appearance of those women before they died made the coffin shop in the East Gate who went to collect the corpse all paralyzed, and the son of this life was still shaking the jade fan and laughing. As long as he is optimistic, no one will want to escape from Huizhou, let alone come out alive when he enters the Luwang Mansion, and this time he will be bullied to the head of the Murong family."

One of them shook his head when he heard this, "Didn't I hear that ten days ago, Old Lady Murong put down his old face and sent someone into Beijing, wanting to ask Old Lady Song Yan, who had received the grace of the old lady back then, to administer justice?"

"Hey, don't mention it, it is said that the servants of the Murong family didn't even let the old man enter the mansion door, so he was sent back by the old housekeeper. This King Lu is the younger brother of Emperor Shizu, and no one dares to care about Murong Ziwei being hanged by him at the gate of Huizhou City, not to mention that the court is weak now. As a royal family descended from the Southern Liang Dynasty, the Murong family was so prosperous back then, one was prosperous and the other was lost, and now no one in the court dares to come forward and say a fair word, where is the conscience of heaven."

"The people raised by the Murong family, especially the big guest Qing Huang Hong, the thirty-way meteor sword method is powerful and shocking the rivers and lakes, why don't they make a move at such a critical juncture?"

"Not to mention, you haven't been out for the past few days, so you don't know yet. Huang Hong, the big guest of the Murong family, was killed by the pair of black and white impermanence of the Lu Wangfu before he made three moves. At that time, I witnessed Huang Hong being cut in two from his waist, bloody and miserable, and other slightly capable people and Keqing were chased and killed by the royal soldiers and escaped from Huizhou... Alas...", the man said with a dry mouth, picked up a bowl of tea in front of him, blew off the foam and drank it all.

At this time, a fat man with a fat head and big ears, about in his early twenties, with a round belly, had the courage of a rich man, and carried a sword on his back. He walked to the ring, looked at how tall this person was in the ring, and thought about it for a long time.

There is no place to go up in this ring, this is an obstacle specially set up by the Murong family, if you can't even go up to this ring, what else is the ring?

Everyone thought that he must have some clever means to appear, but they saw him climb up with great effort on the bamboo pole that built the platform, and did not forget to dust off his body.

There was immediately a sigh and ridicule in the audience. Anyway, the first few people in front of them all flew up or jumped up, and this way of getting into the ring was the first time everyone had seen it.

Yang Ze glanced at it, the fat man's clothes were a little shabby, the faded cyan cloth was slightly smaller, tight, a pair of smooth eyes, and pulled out a sword from behind, the hilt was shiny, at first glance, it was caused by the owner of the sword often dancing and rubbing the hilt, but if you look closely, it is an extremely ordinary iron sword.

The girl hiding behind the ring gently lifted the bead curtain and looked out. Although only half of the thin face was exposed, it caused a lot of praise from the audience.

"The national color and fragrance can compete with the sun and the moon, and my fair lady and gentleman are good", a scholar shook his head and thought of the beautiful words from the old master's book.

Murong Lianyi felt an inexplicable sorrow in his heart, "This fat man is like a walking fat pig, if he wins the handsome jade-faced scholar, do you really want to marry him?" A middle-aged woman walked over and comforted her softly, and Murong Lianyi's father's face was even more gloomy.

"Is it really a curse?".

The fat man first bowed to the crowd, and then looked at the white-clothed fluttering with a smile, and the elegant scholar arched his hand and said, "Brother Tai is polite." Let's talk about it first, you don't hit people in the face, you don't kick people in the crotch, the little brother just comes up to learn martial arts, and the point is up, or I'll climb down again."

"Throw him down", the crowd shouted from someone who did a good thing, and everyone sighed for a while, and then burst into laughter.

The fat man was not annoyed, he looked at the crowd and smiled, "That brother, you will let you come in advance", the shopkeeper of the Huai Cai restaurant who had just shouted retracted his head back into the sea of people like a turtle, and no longer dared to bubble.

The white-clothed scholar glanced at the fat man with disdain.

The fat man stared at the white-clothed scholar, who showed a subtle change on his face, and nodded slightly, which was considered to be agreed.

The fat man closed his eyes and prayed, "Master Sword Immortal, bless the disciple with a victorious start today."

The fat man was drunk upside down, his body swayed, and an iron sword turned into countless sword lights and stabbed at the white-clothed scholar, and his moves were quite surprising.

The white-clothed scholar put his hands behind his back, volleyed into the air, dodged the sharp sword momentum, and tapped the fat man's shoulders on his toes and crossed behind him.

"I didn't expect this scholar to have such a powerful light skill," Yang Ze sighed secretly in his heart.

The figure of the scholar in white has not yet settled.

The fat man's head did not return, the sword move changed, from the stab to the sweep, the long sword swept back, the sound of the sword was like a roar, and there was a faint sound of tearing and breaking the sword qi into everyone's ears, the long sword immediately increased greatly, and the upper, middle and lower three roads sealed the figure of the white-clothed scholar, and the white-clothed scholar felt the endless ruthless sword gang slashing towards him from all directions.

The scholar in white didn't expect this faltering fat man to be able to use such exquisite swordsmanship.

Click.

The scholar's right hand pressed lightly on his waist, and there was a soft sword in his hand that was as agile as a snake.

The white-clothed scholar pinched his left hand and fingers into a sword trick, and the vitality of his body suddenly exploded, extremely strong, and he stepped out, and the soft sword in his right hand slashed out, and the momentum of thunder and thunder was overwhelming, and everyone's eardrums seemed to be pierced open by the whistling sound of the soft sword breaking through the air. The fat man's heart jumped, and he hurriedly urged the iron sword to block it, but it was blocked, and the soft sword of the white-clothed scholar was picked up, and the fat man's iron sword was provoked and flew into the air!

"Plum Blossom Tianyan picks the sword trick", Yang Ze never forget, read the world's martial arts secrets in the Benniu Cave, and has long been familiar with the world's swordsmanship, muttering in his heart, "It is the highest swordsmanship that Jingzhou Wangting Mountain does not spread."

The white-clothed scholar was expressionless, the long sword stabbed forward, the fat man had just been picked into the air, and before he could react, the soft sword had already pierced his heart, stabbing him upside down and flying out, the fat man smashed into a wall of the teahouse opposite, a big herringbone on the wall, and the cracks on the wall tiles stretched out.

Click.

The white-clothed scholar put the soft sword into the sheath.

The crowd in the audience was stunned one by one, and looked at the white-clothed scholars in the ring with their mouths wide open, speechless, and silent. Even the double-pronged knife Ding Wei turned his head in surprise, startled by the sword that had just burst, and spit out half a mouthful of tea. I don't know who shouted "yes", and there was a thunderous sensation when the crowd was neutral.