The Nanyang Hall of Baijia Academy is located on a high platform in the southern suburbs of Jiankang City. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Gaotai was originally the site of Yuecheng, which was built when the ancient Yue Kingdom invaded the Chu State. After the defeat of the Yue army, the Chu State razed the Yue City to the ground, and the earth and wood tiles and stones were piled up into a high platform, and then with the vicissitudes of the sea changed into dust, only the turtle tower stood on the high platform, and became the place of the South of the Yangtze River to climb the heights.

Out of the Shuobei Palace, in order to avoid eyes and ears so as not to reveal their identities, Su Musha and Ye Qiudi chose a secluded path and rushed to the southern suburbs of the city.

The wind and snow are getting smaller, and as far as the eye can see, the grass and trees on the wilderness are withering, but they are white and reckless. The two of them walked on the ridge with an oil-paper umbrella, like a millet in the sea, but their sweetheart was beside them, and the loneliness born of insignificance did not come to mind, and the two lines of footprints left became the most cordial companionship.

"Remember! Don't use the kung fu in the valley, and don't use the cloud hand, if you can't beat people to admit defeat, don't be strong. Ye Qiudi couldn't stop teaching Su Mu.

She is not afraid that Su Musha lacks the means to defeat the enemy, because the Medicine King Valley Library has been collected by the valley master for hundreds of years, and there are many martial arts of other factions. With Su Mu's greed and chewing too much, knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, axes, hooks, forks, he plays everything well, but he is not proficient, but it should be enough to deal with martial arts.

"Peace of mind!" Su Musha was full of confidence, "Today, I will show what I have learned in my life, and let them see the geniuses who are proficient in all eighteen martial arts." ”

"Don't be ashamed!" Ye Qiudi scoffed at this.

Speaking big words in front of a peerless genius like Ye Qiudi, who has never been seen before or after him, Su Musha did not feel ashamed, but said solemnly: "You can't praise your dear junior brother! ”

"Yes, yes, yes. Ye Qiudi nodded perfunctorily, "Xiao Suzi's martial arts are world-renowned, the first in the world." The little woman admired and couldn't wait to make a promise. ”

"Hmm!" Su Musha nodded hurriedly, "I can have this with my body, why don't we turn back now?"

"Get out!" Ye Qiudi slapped Su Musha on the back of the head, "Dream of yellow sorghum." ”

"This is not a dream. Su Musha ran a few steps, turned back to Ye Qiudi and said, "This king's dream will come true." ”

During the chase, the two rounded a snow-covered pond and turned onto a wide avenue. In front of them were two men and a donkey, braving the wind and snow.

On the back of the donkey sat a hunchbacked old man, dressed in a torn cotton jacket and torn cotton trousers, and cotton wool emerged from the breach. He wore a hat on his upper body to protect him from the wind and snow, and the skin of his chin exposed under the hat was as dry as tree bark. The old man coughed incessantly, and made a "purr" bellows sound during an intermittent throat.

A thin sword was encased in a bamboo box, and only the black rounded hilt was left, hanging within reach of the donkey's back.

Leading the donkey in front was a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a big face and big eyes, and an honest and wooden face. The boy was wearing only a shabby cotton jacket, a hat and an oil-paper umbrella that had no shelter from the wind and snow, and his eyebrows, shoulders, hair, and back were covered with snowflakes, some of which had melted and were slowly soaking through the cotton clothes.

When he surpassed this old and young, Su Musha turned around and happened to see the appearance of the young man, and saw that his cheeks were red from the cold and had chilblains, his right hand was shrunk in his sleeve, and his left hand, which was full of frost marks, seemed to grow together, leading the donkey, walking cautiously, afraid of any bumps.

His eyes under his white eyebrows were staring at the front tightly, without a trace of brilliance, like Jingwei after a hundred years of reclamation, he had long since reclaimed the sea for some reason, but it was repeated mechanically, and there was no life, even the sad cry of "Jingwei, Jingwei" no longer came out.

Su Musha stopped, glanced at the hunchbacked old man again, and handed the oil-paper umbrella to the young man.

The young man stopped, and his gaze moved to Su Musha.

Su Musha said with a smile: "Confucian "University" cloud: Chu has no treasure, but good is treasured, I am a native of Chu, and it should be the same. ”

The young man paused, and after a long silence, Fang stretched out his right hand and took it, which was also covered with frostbite.

"Thank you. The boy said lightly.

"If you are good, you will gain it, and if you are not good, you will lose it. ”

Su Musha muttered, nodded to the young man and the old man, took a step back, turned around and got into Ye Qiudi's oil-paper umbrella, and hurried into the distance.

Grabbed by Su Mu's high-sounding waist, Ye Qiudi said helplessly: "To be honest, you took the opportunity to give the umbrella to others, do you have any other bad intentions?"

Su Musha took the umbrella with his left hand, leaned to Ye Qiudi's side, and gently rubbed her waist with his right hand through his clothes, but said with a dignified manner: "This king has a good heart, he has always seen that others can't suffer, and he always wants to do his best, why is it that you have bad intentions here?"

"Don't be poor, I'm talking about this!" Ye Qiudi grabbed his hand.

"After accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, this king is not allowed to ask for some rewards?"

The two of them quickly went up the avenue, walked for about half a pillar of incense, and came to the Baijia Nanshan Academy, that is, in front of Nanyang Hall.

There is a large spacious flat land in front of Nanyang Hall, and a platform has already been built in the center of the flat land. Directly in front of the platform to the north, there is a platform with thatched huts to cover the snow. On the left and right on the stage sat Wei Sikong and the monk Xu, and on the left and right of them sat the generals of the army and the ******** Su Pingqian who attended on behalf of the king.

The position on the soft couch in the middle was vacant, and that was the position of Su Musha. Although the king of Shuobei was ill in the future, Nanyang Tang still left the position.

A small building was built on the left side of the platform, for the children of the family or the powerful to watch the martial arts competition by the window, the building has all kinds of food, wine, tea and rice, Nanyang Tang took the opportunity to do business.

For the people of Jiankang, the martial arts competition is also a grand event of the year. Compared with the verbal swords and swords on the Wenbi, the fists and fists on the high platform are what they can appreciate, and even more attractive than the corners and the theater, so that the wind and snow can't stop their enthusiasm - the martial arts competition has not yet begun, and there are already a sea of people in front of the stage.

There are also places for people to drink tea and eat around the platform, and in those newly erected sheds, almost all the delicious food and snacks seen in Jiankang City can be found here. After Su Mu arrived, he first ran to the stall to buy a pack of fried chestnuts, and then handed over the sign with Ye Qiudi, and entered the shed on the right side of the platform handled by the Beifu Army.

The shed was full of masters from all walks of life who participated in the martial arts competition, tall and short, old and young, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly, men and women... Target.

Su Musha looked around and was surprised to find that Ye Qiudi was not the only woman participating in the martial arts competition, and there were still two black-clothed sisters standing in the shed.

One of the sisters was a young girl pointing at the high platform, as if she was impatient, while the other woman in her portrait was expressionless and cold, oblivious to the gaze around her. After Ye Qiudi came in, Fang glanced at her in some surprise.

Ye Qiudi also saw it and said with a smile: "It seems that I am not the only woman." ”

Su Mushu turned his head and saw Xiao Jiu carrying two swords on his back, and Sima Liao leaning against the corner with his sword in both hands. The two of them had cold and cool expressions on their faces, and they raised their heads slightly, looking up at the sky at forty-five angles, and their eyes were full of compassion and compassion, and they looked unfathomable.