After a night of silence, the next day I got up and had breakfast, and the various sects entered the martial arts hall under the guidance of the Shaolin disciples. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoEach sect has its own fixed position, and the front is guided by a small novice, and the entire martial arts hall seems to be busy but not chaotic.

On the second day of the second month of February, the weather was fine, and seventy-two sects stood in all directions, and each faction had a different banner hunting and blowing in the winter wind, and the momentum was magnificent. The big scene of thousands of people was silent. Xiao Han stayed in the southwest corner, and only Zhao Guangyi and Zhao Chengzong stood behind him, looking lonely, but the banner of the Wudang faction was still magnificent enough, not losing to any of the thirty-six factions. This banner was made in Tokyo after Duan Xiliu told him.

Eighteen factions stood on each side of the southeast and southeast, and the rest of the factions watching the battle stood on the west side, leaving a large area due north. There were several long tables, the middle one covered with yellow satin, and filled with incense candles and paper foil. On each side were two long tables, also covered in luxurious yellow satin, and behind them were huge chairs, both of which were empty. The three sects have not yet appeared, and the momentum is already full.

The gate of the martial arts hall is in the north, and the venue is as quiet as night, thousands of pairs of eyes are staring at the gate together, waiting for the three sects to appear. The reason why it was so quiet was not only because the hundreds of yellow-shirted monks in their forties and fifties and two or three hundred gray-shirted warrior monks who were in charge of guarding around the arena should be more out of fear in their hearts.

Among the banners fluttering in the wind, Xiao Han soon discovered the banners of the Feiyun Faction, the Flying Star Gang, the Plum Blossom Gang and the Baitao Gang. The fifty members of these gangs all stood up straight, like an army. Then he found the banner of the White Wolf Sect, with a huge wolf head painted on it, hideous and terrifying, and a man about forty years old below, holding a big knife in his hand, should be the new gang leader Yuan Tianhe. After the bloodbath, these gangs have a significantly more respectful attitude towards the three sects than the other factions.

After a quarter of an hour or so, I suddenly heard a Buddha's name outside the door: "Amitabha." Following the sound of the Buddha, the heroes in the huge martial arts hall shook, and they couldn't help but straighten up and stand solemnly. I saw a fat monk in a golden monk's robe slowly walk in outside the north gate. This monk is about 60 years old, kind eyebrows, fat body, holding a silver Zen staff in his left hand, and twisting the Buddha beads on his chest in his right hand, the treasure is solemn.

The person who came was the current abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Xingkong, and the heroes in the field looked at him steadily, and thousands of eyes were all condensed on him. Hundreds of Shaolin monks who were on guard on the sidelines bowed their heads at the same time and saluted, and the Buddha number in the field was so prosperous that the earth trembled slightly.

Master Xingkong was followed by two monks who were also dressed in golden robes, one of whom was thin and small, but he carried a huge Zen staff in his hand. The other didn't take anything, his hands were folded in front of his chest, his eyebrows drooped, but his face seemed to be smiling, and he followed the thin monk step by step.

Behind the three of them was a group of twenty yellow-shirted monks, most of whom were tall, about forty or fifty years old, all of them with solemn appearances, holding Zen staffs. After that, there was a group of fifty gray-shirted warrior monks, all of whom were young men of about thirty years old, all of whom had murderous faces, which were very different from the previous monks with kind eyebrows. Each of them was armed with a stick, his eyes were like lightning, and his steps were uniform, apparently well-trained.

Xiao Han looked at this awesome way of appearing, and was envious in his heart, baba, it's just too good. Shaolin Temple is worthy of being a famous and decent family, not only there are many masters, but now it seems that there are also masterful planners in it. As soon as this awesome way of making a show came out, it shocked thousands of heroes in the field for a long time.

Master Xingkong slowly walked to the first table on the right and sat down, the thin monk and the empty-handed monk sat on his left and right, and the rest of the disciples stood behind them in turn. I saw that the master of Xingkong waved his hand slightly, and the Shaolin monks in charge of vigilance chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, and each stood back in place. The whole action is neat and uniform, and it is done in one go, and the group of heroes is dazzled.

After Shaolin entered the field, he was followed by a team of Taoist priests. The first person was dressed in a cyan robe, with white hair and beard, and was tall, holding a whisk of dust, floating in. Behind him were two old men in green shirts, fairy wind bones, extraordinary instruments, each holding a sword, following behind the white-eyed old man. Then there were three young disciples, all of whom had clear faces and extraordinary forms. After that, there were fifty Taoist priests, all dressed in Taoist robes, dust, and swords, and their momentum was overwhelming. This is naturally the Emei faction, and everyone in the audience looked at them blankly, not knowing what to think.

The Emei faction, under the leadership of the old man Bai Mei, walked to the long table on the right and sat down next to Xingkong, and the two old Taoists behind him also sat around Bai Mei, and the rest of the disciples naturally stood behind him.

It is naturally the Tianshan faction that follows the Emei faction. Everyone saw an old man in a black robe slowly walk in at the door. The old man was about sixty or seventy years old, of medium stature, with an expressionless face, with his hands behind his back, and walking in front of himself, looking extremely arrogant. Behind him were two old men, both of whom were about the same age as him, and dressed almost identically, except that the second man was taller, with a fierce gaze and a sword hanging from his waist. The third old man was full of smiles, just like Master Xingzheng, smiling so much that he couldn't see his eyes, which made people feel like a spring breeze when they saw it. The old man also hung his sword at his waist, looking around and waving to his acquaintance as he walked.

Behind the three of them was an old woman with a cane, who was Li Yueying's master Ye Tianhan. She pursed her lips with a serious face, and silently followed. Behind her were the disciples of the Tianshan Sect. Because they were too far away, Xiao Han only saw three or four people, and then there was a team of three generations of disciples in green shirts, each with a sword hanging from their waists, and they were full of spirits and came to their respective positions to stand.

At this time, the three sects gathered, and all factions of Chinese martial arts gathered, which was really a major event in martial arts. The arena was as quiet as ever, and it was not shouted like in later generations. The factions simply stood quietly as a way to show their respect and fear for the three sects. In the field, only the sound of the flags of the various factions was heard fluttering.

The door of the martial arts hall slowly closed, and Master Xingkong slowly stood up and said in a loud voice: "Shaolin, Emei, and Tianshan welcome all factions to come to participate in the third martial arts conference. His voice was so loud that thousands of people could hear it in every corner of the field, obviously using the profound internal skills of Buddhism.

Thousands of people thanked in unison, and the sound was earth-shattering. The heads of each faction came out of the crowd and visited the three sects in batches. said that it was a visit, but it was just lined up in several rows to hug their fists, and the three sects naturally had to return the salute. Because there are many gangs this year, there are eight people in a row each time, and the visit is not over until nine rounds. Xiao Han was at the end of the line, standing right in front of the Emei Sect's Baimei Dao Chief. After reporting his name, Bai Meidao frowned slightly and did not speak. But Jin Renze knew him, and he had dealt with him a few times, and he returned the salute with a smile on his face. Xiao Han glanced at the sky and saw Lin Junshen standing behind the two middle-aged Taoist priests, smiling at him. Xiao Han nodded to him, and then retreated into the field.

According to the procedure, the first item is the three speeches, followed by the Shaolin sayings, the warrior monks perform martial arts, and the new faction is famous. The three speeches were explained by the master of the Shaolin faction, Ma Renfei of the Emei faction talked about the taboo of the competition, and He Tianxiao of the Tianshan faction talked about the time arrangement. These things are clichés, so few people listen to them. followed by Master Xingkong's words, Xiao Han heard that it was called a drowsiness, and when he glanced at Zhao Guangyi and Zhao Chengzong behind him, he also looked bored. Turning his head to look at the heroes, most of them are like this.

But the master of the sky turned a blind eye, and continued to talk for half an hour before it was over. The heroes cheered in unison, and the earth shook, so frightened that Xiao Han, who was in the fugue, almost fell to the ground. I really don't know whether these people praise him for speaking well or praise him for finally finishing speaking.

Next, entering the most exciting part of the morning, the group of heroes looked at the Shaolin monks, not knowing what new tricks they had this time. Suddenly, I heard the sound of Buddha outside the courtyard wall, and there were two or three hundred people. In the midst of the Buddha's voice, the group of heroes turned around and were surprised to see two or three hundred yellow shadows flying into the courtyard from outside the wall.

This scene was too scary, but fortunately, all the factions in the field were experienced in a hundred battles, and when they looked at it, hundreds of yellow-shirted warrior monks flew in at the same time outside the four walls. Each of these people held a long stick, and his right hand was erected in front of his chest, and the first hundred people were wrapped around each other in the air, and they were twisted together, and they turned several times in the air before slowly falling. Then another hundred people flew in, the long stick pointed to the sky, and finally another hundred people flashed in, and stepped on the stick head of the original warrior monk on tiptoe, and two hundred people quickly landed.

The first hundred people had long since withdrawn from the center and flashed to the side in a square. The 100 people in the middle fall to the ground in the shape of plum blossoms, and the 100 people are carried on the sticks, and their long sticks intersect to form a huge "Buddha" character.

The heroes were stunned for a moment, and then cheered. Xiao Han was also dumbfounded, and said in his heart that it would be good if there was a camera, this scene would be absolutely valuable to film.

However, since it is a martial arts, of course martial arts are important, after this posture is finished, the warrior monks immediately jumped off the sticks, three hundred people shouted, and formed a phalanx in less than five seconds, and practiced a set of stick techniques first. This set of stick methods is very beautiful, and thousands of people are amazed, and they just can't wait to join the Shaolin faction themselves.

After the stick fight, the three hundred men were divided into two and started a fierce battle. This fight was very different from the previous one, it was like a real battle, the two sides were sticking back and forth, and the fight was in full swing, and later, everyone only saw the dust flying, covering the three hundred warrior monks in the field. In addition to the shouting and cheering, he could no longer see the fighting.

Suddenly, there was a Buddha horn outside the field, and all the warrior monks stopped lining up. The dust slowly dissipated, and everyone saw the three hundred warrior monks sitting cross-legged in the middle of the field with their faces as usual, full of energy, holding sticks in both hands.

Xiao Han couldn't help but take the lead in applauding, and the heroes were stunned for a moment, and then applauded. In the midst of the huge wave of applause, the three hundred warrior monks suddenly got up, put their long sticks on the ground, and flew to the four walls in four teams. Everyone looked up together, only to see the yellow shirt fluttering, the monks were already standing on the wall, the left foot was light, turned around and stood upright, and the long stick was put away on the left hand side, and it was actually a high wall guard.

This hand is played beautifully, and the crowd is talking about it, and the voices of admiration are endless. Even Zhao Guangyi sighed: "The martial arts are authentic, and they are really not joking." Zhao Chengzong also said: "This light skill alone cannot be practiced for more than ten years." Xiao Han nodded and said, "Each of these warrior monks is at least forty years old, and the heads of the three sects are not in vain. ”

While they were talking, they saw a small novice emerge from behind Xingkong and roll into the middle of the field.