Qiu Songhe suddenly brought down many heroes in the martial arts arena, and said that he would exercise the right of the winner.

This made the Central Plains martial arts hero Zhang Er's monk confused.

However, the heads of the Shaolin and Wudang factions, which are both the "three major factions of the Central Plains", have changed greatly when they hear it.

There were not many people sent by Wudang. The head of Zang Yushan is now damaged in internal force, and the disciple Sun Rongpeng fainted, so forget it.

Master Chenghui, the abbot of Shaolin, stood up with a solemn face, and asked Qiu Songhe why he was so busy in this peaceful day.

Qiu Songhe stared coldly at Master Chenghui for a long time before he said, "Is it true that everyone is living a peaceful life?

Master Chenghui saw that he spoke so confidently, he was slightly stunned, and said: "Although the old man lives in a snail's nest, on the way to Huashan, he also saw the golden wheat fields around the road, and the peasant children were fishing and catching shrimp. ”

He paused for a moment and added: "In this big world, there are always corrupt officials and evil officials in charge, and there are always people who are unsatisfactory. Even if Yao Shun is alive, he can't let everyone live well.

This is beyond the reach of human beings, and it is necessary for the Dharma to benefit all sentient beings. ”

Qiu Songhe glanced at Cheng Hui coldly, and it seemed that he no longer paid attention to the feelings of fellow martial artists.

With his hands behind his back, he turned his head and said aloud to his fellow martial artists: "I think that although this competition once in twenty years is a matter for the three of us.

But whether or not power should be exercised is a matter for the entire martial arts.

I'm going to invite a bitter master now, and when everyone sees him, Qiu has his own share. ”

These words tickled the stomachs of the people, and they all wanted to know who to invite and what to do.

There were also those who were worried about those martial arts fellow martial arts who fainted, so they urged again and asked, "What does this have to do with Qiu Zhang's medicine pouring down martial arts fellow martial arts fellows?"

Qiu Songhe stretched out his hand to make a gesture of pressing everyone, and said, "The reason why Qiu is good at asserting is for the sake of the sufferer who will be invited next. The stakes are so high that I came up with such a strategy.

Now I would like to invite my disciples to take these good brothers to rest for a while. How about I ask for another hard work?"

Everyone knows that Qiu Songhe is bound to sell Guan Zi to the end today.

Although everyone hated it, they still sat back on the futon.

At the same time, from the entrance of the martial arts arena, a long line of Huashan disciples flowed in.

They were all solemn, silent, and dressed in dark green personal disciple costumes glowing with silver light.

However, in terms of the number of people, it is more than twice the total number of disciples in the entire lineage.

Obviously, because of the extreme shortage of manpower today, some disciples were selected from the upper courtyard and the middle courtyard to use them.

After they all entered the martial arts hall, they each shook off the white soft cloth sheet.

Groups of two and two each carried the martial arts people who fell to the ground.

The whole operation was swift and silent. Everything is well trained, I don't know how many times they have rehearsed.

In a few moments, all those who had fainted were carried out.

But no one found out that one of these inconspicuous people was Wang Su.

Like everyone else, he did things quietly.

But today's Wang Su has a secret hidden in his heart.

He quietly approached Fang Zhongjin, although his head was extremely low, he always paid attention to the movements of the people around him.

It is impossible for him to act like this without attracting Fang Zhongjin's attention.

Wang Su used to be a disciple of the lower courtyard like him. There is also some camaraderie.

In the past, five of their lower disciples participated in the competition between the disciples in the sect.

A few months have passed, and now only the two of them are still alive.

Fang Zhongjin guessed that Wang Su must have come to find him. And he approached the past without moving.

Wang Su's eyes lit up when he saw Fang Zhongjin coming, and he quietly stuffed a crumpled ball of paper into Fang Jin's sleeve.

The two only handed over for a moment, and Fang Zhongjin's eyes always looked at Qiu Songhe who was in front.

At this time, Qiu Songhe was playing with some fellow martial artists.

He never dreamed that among the seemingly well-organized and step-by-step Huashan disciples, two of them made such a small move under his nose.

Wang Suyi and Fang Zhongjin took the note, and immediately turned around and joined another disciple, helping a fainted martial arts person, and followed the other disciples to rush out.

Fang Zhongjin glanced at his back, and then at Qiu Songhe, who had no time for him.

He adjusted his sitting position and folded his hands in front of him.

And under his sleeve, a three-inch-long note was carefully unfolded by him.

There is handwriting on both sides of the paper ball.

The handwriting on the front is clearly from Wang Su.

I saw that it was written: Since the disappearance of Master Rabbit, Ge Rongxuan and Gai Xing. I can't get close to you even if I try.

This note was given to you by Master Rabbit before he left.

I know that the stakes are high, and I don't know if it's too late to deliver it now.

Fang Zhongjin flipped the paper ball over in his sleeve again.

At this time, it is the handwriting of the rabbit master.

There was a paragraph scribbled on the paper, but it made Fang Zhongjin, who had always been calm, go crazy in his heart.

He suppressed himself and tried to calm down so that he could sort out the clues. He raised his head again and looked at Qiu Songhe coldly.

At this time, there were no more irrelevant people in the Budokan Hall.

Qiu Songhe finally said: "Forty years ago, together with all the heroes and heroes here, our three factions in the Central Plains followed Taizu to fight a bloody battle with the Mongolian Tatars in order to protect the peace of the Central Plains.

At that time, I was still young and had little to contribute. But all the uncles here have been bathed in blood and killed the enemy. Yes and no?"

When the heroes saw him bring up the old story, they all fell silent.

Everyone has found out that those who come today are brothers who participated in the bloody war forty years ago.

Although I guessed that I would mention this stubble, when it was really mentioned, many people also sighed.

Qiu Songhe said again: "At the beginning, we fought bloodily with Emperor Taizu. Many amazing and brilliant people have died.

I don't know what others do, but I often wake up from my dreams, and I am secretly ashamed that my talent cannot bear the heavy responsibility I have now.

If those uncles in my Huashan faction hadn't died back then, why would I have to worry as much as I do now?"

After saying that, Qiu Songhe stopped as if choked.

I don't know how much of his words came from his heart, but they did arouse the sadness of many people in the audience.

Qiu Songhe then said: "But it is these people who have exchanged their lives and flesh for the growth of each of our sects here.

In the end, Emperor Taizu came from our martial arts lineage. Although he never believed in those literati, he never felt sorry for us old brothers.

Forty years later, which of our sects is not because of the imperial grace of Emperor Taizu, so that they have today's achievements?"

No one could say anything to refute him. There are even many people who have been aroused by the sense of loyalty in their hearts.

After Qiu Songhe looked around, he said, "All of us here owe Emperor Taizu's great favor.

And Shaolin, Wudang, plus our Huashan, what we owe Emperor Taizu can't be paid off. That's why they gather in a martial arts competition every 20 years, praise a leader, and defend the Ming Dynasty for 20 years!"