There is no singing of birds and flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, there is no literati and ink writers describing the so-called strange traffic in the isolated place, chickens and dogs smell each other, only the cold and harsh tower bunker, only the sharpness in the eyes of the disciples who patrol back and forth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Standing at the entrance, it is just due north direction, you can see the entire Moge General Altar, two streams of water originating from the north meet in the center of the Moge General Altar, forming a layout of the word "Ya". Directly north, leaning on the mountain ridge and facing the rushing water, a magnificent four-story hall stands on the artificially carved mountainside. There is a wide gate courtyard built next to the water flow on the east side, and the pavilion is hidden in the middle, and the outer wall is not like the leather wall of the Jiangnan house that is more than one person high, but the brick wall of two zhang high, and the battlements and arrow holes above can be vaguely distinguished from a distance. A huge gate courtyard was built by the water flow on the west side of the mountain, and the east bank is different in that there is a three-storey building at each of the four corners of the courtyard of the building, with a slightly warped eaves and gray tiles and white walls, which is very good-looking, and in the middle of the building is a two-storey building, with a small building with green tiles, which is completely different from the pavilion at the four corners. At the place where the water flows, the ink pavilion has built a huge school field with the flat terrain, and at this moment there are a large number of disciples on it who are learning martial arts and learning school arts, and the water is not idle, a group of ink pavilion disciples are driving a schovana on the river to practice the skills of fighting on the water and on the boat, and they fight quite fiercely, and the sound of killing is shocking.

The disciples of the Beggar Gang and the disciples of the South Grass Pavilion who walked out of the stone cave were also amazed when they saw the formation of the General Altar of the Ink Pavilion, not to mention that there was such a place hidden between these mountains was something that ordinary people would not dare to think. Like the helmsman of the beggar gang in Shuntianfu, Beijing, but opened a camp at the foot of Yanshan Mountain in the northern suburbs of Beijing, not even a brick building, of course, this is also related to the beggar gang has always adhered to the economy and low-key, but these disciples who have grown up in that environment all year round can not calm down for a long time when they see such a terrifying scene, especially the shouts of martial arts on the school field are heart-wrenching and bloody.

The performance of the disciples of the South Grass Pavilion is much stronger than that of the disciples of the Beggar Gang, after all, there is a sign of hanging pots to help the world, and they have also walked in some places on the rivers and lakes all the year round, and they are much wider than the mud legs of the Beggar Gang, but they are also quite surprised.

Bai Mosheng walked up to Li Chengliang, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Let's go, I will be one of the masters here in the future." Do you see the four buildings on the west side? One of them is the Spring and Autumn Hall, your territory. ”

After listening to Bai Mosheng's words, Li Chengliang suddenly felt that there were thousands of small worms crawling in his heart and abdomen, and the only antidote was to run to the Spring and Autumn Hall to claim the king, and then gather a vote of thugs to expand the territory on the rivers and lakes, and run rampant!

"Tingyan, you are almost forty years old, and you still can't get along with your apprentice. You just had to say, 'Although the Spring and Autumn Hall is yours, the territory of the Ink Pavilion is basically up to me in the future.'" Chu Boyi also laughed heartily when he saw Bai Mosheng teasing Li Chengliang, and said unceremoniously.

Bai Mosheng also seemed to feel that something was wrong when he heard this, his face flushed with a hint of red, touched his nose, and teased himself: "I haven't been back for twelve years, I still remember that when we were children, we fought every day in the school field, and the one who won the battle wanted to be the giant of the Ink Pavilion and lead the Ink Pavilion to dominate the rivers and lakes." ”

Chu Boyi's face also showed a look of reminiscence: "Yes, at that time, there was no scourge of widows, and what I thought about all day long was the life of a chivalrous man like the senior brother I occasionally heard from the senior brother of the Spring and Autumn Hall. It's a pity, the world is unpredictable!"

"Let's talk about the old things when we settle down and talk slowly. First settle the beggars and the disciples of the South Grass Pavilion, let's take a break, the old bones are about to fall apart along the way. Song Chi patted Chu and Bai on the shoulders and said.

Looking at this senior elder, Bai Mosheng and Chu Boyi smiled at each other, and responded, just like when they were reprimanded and guided by Song Chi with a bamboo pole in the school factory more than thirty years ago......

The disciples who came to pick up the Mo Pavilion soon arrived, and many of them also parted and went to rest. The disciples of the beggar gang and the Nancao Pavilion were led to settle in the courtyard where the ordinary disciples lived on the east side, while Li Chengliang followed Bai Mosheng to a separate mansion to rest.