After the Qingming Festival, the rain gradually increases, all things in the world are born, and the singing insects and birds are ready to move, all of which are late spring in this season. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info into the night, the moon is dark and the wind is high. In the remote corner of the drum tower under the cover of night, a lonely figure stands in the middle, silent. He's been here for a while, as if he's revisiting the old place, and like he's waiting for something. A person can be alone in the dark of night without pretending to be a candle, and he is very familiar with everything here.

After a moment, there was a slight sound of wings flapping in the sky, and the black shadow moved slightly, and then a dove landed in its palm. The shadow man took off the small bamboo branch tied to the pigeon's feet, and then used his fingers to exert force, and the living pigeon suddenly fell into eternal silence.

The black shadow man took out a fire fold from his arms, pinched the small bamboo branch, took out the small note inside, and then opened the fire fold to take a closer look, and couldn't help but smile proudly. The laughter broke the silence around and spread into the darkness of the night.

At the end of the spring of the 28th year of Shaoxing, after various peace agreements, the boundaries between the Southern Song Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom were gradually determined. Although there was a danger of being overwhelmed by the army from time to time during the period, it was a rare period of peace during the war. The wars of the past few decades have really brought great trauma to the subjects of the Southern Song Dynasty, and now once the army is suspended, it is inevitable that they can't wait to enjoy it for the rest of their lives. The first thing people can think of is often to seize the time to enjoy the blessings, rather than to make amends and avoid the next tragedy. Thus the tragedy of how many similarities can continue endlessly, both personally and over time.

In late spring and March, the grass grows in the south of the Yangtze River, the peanut trees are mixed, and the warblers fly wildly...... In late spring, Lin'an City is full of spring, groups of literati and scholars travel together, when it rises, passers-by are chanting poems and paintings, and the vassal elegance is up, and it is not in vain that this beautiful scenery is good.

Among the crowds of tourists, a middle-aged man in white with a jade crown and a red crown was in the best mood, and the spring grass embankment, flowers and chicks, and willows and the wind and moon were all in his eyes. Behind it there are six or seven followers who follow him step by step, but if there is a chant, it must be echoed and praised. From this point of view, this middle-aged man in white must have a big family and a big business, and he is either rich or expensive.

The man in white just smiled smugly and didn't pay much attention to it, maybe he was just used to being surrounded like this, or maybe he had other thoughts. After some appreciation, the group waited to come to a low mountain, only to see the mountain flowers are rotten, purple and red, the old trees are towering, antique, and the man in white is comfortable and complacent, and he goes back and forth.

"Master, it's not too early, why don't I go back as soon as possible?" said an old man afterwards.

"It doesn't matter. The man in white had already strode towards before he finished speaking.

The attendants looked at each other, not knowing what to do. They didn't want to interrupt his search for Fang, but they were worried that dragons and snakes would be mixed up considering that the trip had already reached the village. After all, in the era of war, it is always best to be careful.

As the saying goes, "Born in sorrow, die in peace", their worries are not too much, and the man in white has just entered the mountains and forests, and a strong woodcutter carries firewood on his back. A strong man who accompanied him immediately stepped forward to intercept it.

"What are you doing, sir?" the woodcutter dropped the firewood in his hand and immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Who are you, where do you live, what are you doing here?" After the strong man restrained the woodcutter, a series of cannons were mighty, and the woodcutter was already so frightened that he could not stand on the ground, and he dared to answer.

"That's it, village chaifu, don't embarrass others. The man in white was also full of grace, and waved his hand gently, and the strong man had no choice but to stop. The woodcutter hurriedly thanked him, and hurriedly left in three steps and one turn.

"I disturbed the master's interest, and I hope to forgive my sins. The strong man hurriedly apologized to the man in white.

"You are all thinking about me, what is the crime?" The man in white laughed loudly and continued on his way.

As soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, they suddenly heard a cannon not far away, which was fired by the woodcutter before. Before everyone could react, a group of black-clothed masked men had already killed from all sides, and there were probably thirty or forty people, all holding snowflake white blades, surrounding the tourists who came.

Everyone immediately panicked and shouted that it was not good.

"Who is coming, and what is the intention?" asked a few strong men who immediately stood in front of the battle with swords, and looked solemn.

"Haha......" one of the men in black laughed in a trembling voice, "Why should the dying person ask so much?"

After speaking, the man in black took the lead in the fight, and the rest of the black-clothed guests also flocked up. However, only three or two strong men in the crowd of the men in white knew martial arts, and other literati and rioters were not necessarily afraid of death, but they were helpless from the situation. For a while, the sword and sword shadows, blood splashed. Although the strong men were born in the army, they were outnumbered after all, but the men in black were all skilled, and it didn't take long for these three or two strong men to be unable to support the situation, and they were all injured. The man in white was horrified, claiming that he had no life, and only regretted not listening to what Lao Suo said. The man in black killed all his followers, approaching the defenseless middle-aged man step by step.

"If you want money, just make a ......," the man in white asked tremblingly.

The man in black did not react, and the man in white was surrounded by a man with no way to escape, his expression was gloomy and almost desperate.

At the moment when the man in black raised his knife, he only heard a shout of "stop" in the air. Everyone looked back, but saw a man in purple descending from the sky and landing steadily in front of the man in white. The man in purple is nearly forty years old, with a square face and a wide mouth, and his eyes are like torches. Everyone was amazed at its outstanding feats, and no one dared to go up for a while.

"You and dozens of others actually besieged an unarmed scholar, isn't it worthy of practicing martial arts for yourself?" the purple-clothed man scolded sharply.

"What do we have to do with you? Acquaintances leave quickly, or we will kill you together." The black-clothed leader relied on the large number of people and raised his knife to each other.

"Haha, I've never been threatened by others in my life. I'm in charge of this matter today. The man in purple laughed three times and said sternly. The man in purple had a loud voice and full of confidence, and it could be seen that his internal strength was very exquisite. Seeing this, the man in white on the side suddenly felt that there was hope for survival.

Before the voice was finished, the men in black rushed in. I saw that the man in purple was pressed down, and he waved two palms, and the two black-clothed men who rushed to the front row suddenly fell to the ground. The man in black was unmoved, but still sprinted up, and the man in purple immediately raised his body to meet him, and instantly smashed into the crowd with his bare hands. The purple-clothed man's body is up and down, and he is at ease in the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword; his internal force is so deep that he breaks the knife and breaks the blade, and every punch and palm kills people; and his moves are strange, and the ability to exert force in the air is also not false, and the opponent is powerful. The man in white on the side was dumbfounded and secretly admired. After only a dozen or so rounds, all of the more than 30 black-clothed assassins died in Huangquan, but looking at the man in purple again, his expression was calm, as if the battle he had just experienced was nothing at all.

"Brother Tai is okay, right?" After the man in purple retreated from the crowd, he hurriedly helped the frightened man in white and asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you for the rescue, dare to ask the hero's name?" the man in white was grateful and hurriedly asked.

"How dare a hero be, his surname is Zhao Chengzong. The man in purple replied.

"It turns out that he is also a member of the Zhao family. The man in white smiled slightly and sighed secretly.

Zhao Chengzong saw that the man in white was still nervous, and saw that he was bloodstained, so he said: "Brother Tai suffered this change today, it is really unfortunate, it is better to move to the house, first, to avoid the people in black from the same party, and secondly, to suppress the shock of Brother Tai." ”

After this change, the man in white was indeed frightened, and now he was alone in the wilderness, so he asked, "I don't know where the hero's mansion is?"

"It's six or seven miles to the east. Zhao Chengzong replied heartily.

"Then there is Lao Daxia. The man in white said with a long sigh of relief.

Along the way, the two of them didn't talk too much, and the man in white was cautious in his words and deeds. Zhao Chengzong knew that he would live for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and he couldn't help but have palpitations, and he only talked about the scenery in late spring, which was just in line with the appetite of the man in white. Fortunately, the journey was not too far, and he had already arrived at Zhao Chengzong's mansion during the chat.

When the peak loop turns, but there is a building between the valleys, the courtyard is connected before and after, the left and right attics embrace each other, and the surrounding willows are embraced, solemn and elegant. And the plaque inscription "Huaide Villa" four words are strong, hanging on the high courtyard of Zhangyu.

The man in white looked around at the beautiful scenery of the villa while enjoying the thoughtful hospitality, and then he settled down, so he asked: "Zhao Zhuang's surname, I don't know who the ancestor is?"

But seeing Zhao Chengzong sigh, he said slowly: "I lost my father when I was young, but I grew up with my uncle Zhao Shanxun. ”

"Your uncle is General Zhao Shanxun, the guard of Yanmen?" asked the man in white.

"Exactly, could it be that Brother Tai also knows my uncle?" Zhao Chengzong asked with concern.

The man in white picked up the teacup, tasted it with interest, and said slowly: "Haha, General Zhao fought for the country and died on the battlefield, he is really a model in the world, who doesn't know?"

After some small talk, the man in white thanked Zhao Chengzong and said goodbye.

Seeing off the man in white, Zhao Chengzong climbed the attic and looked into the distance. At this time, the subordinate presented a pair of jade ornaments, Zhao Chengzong couldn't help but stroke and play, his spirit was overflowing, and he praised and liked it again and again.

Three days later, Lin'an Mansion sent someone to give a plaque, on which the four words "Yinglong Villa" were written in gilt cursive, with countless gold and silver jewelry, silk and satin, and countless exquisite white marble masonry stones were used to expand the villa. The village was unclear for a while, only Zhao Chengzong understood that the person he saved that day was Song Gaozong, the son of heaven of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

Since then, Yinglong Villa has become famous, and celebrities and nobles have visited the villa one after another, and the limelight has far exceeded other rivers and lakes.

Since the birth of Yinglong Villa, there are many people who have come to investigate, and there are many people who inquire around. Yinglong Villa is bustling, and the Yuexing Building is also full of traffic. Yuexing Tower is in the south of Lin'an City, adjacent to the Grand Canal, and is a 100-foot high-rise building in the late Tang Dynasty. There are six floors in the Yuexing Building, the first five floors store the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes written by the owner of the Yuexing Building: the first floor stores the records of the world's divine weapons and sharp weapons; the second floor records the characteristics of all kinds of rivers and lakes; the third floor collects the grievances and entanglements of various sects; the fourth floor collects the secrets of the old history of martial arts; the fifth floor writes the life experience of the famous chivalrous warriors of the past dynasties; and the sixth floor is the place where the owner of the building writes books and biography. Because the wonderful pen students prefer the rhythm, when writing, they often call the maid to the left and right, or play the piano tune, or the silk and bamboo orchestra, the elegant music is beautiful, the literary thoughts are gushing, and the piano is constantly ploughing. In this way, the whole Reading Star Building is more bookish.

"If you have friends from afar, why should you hide your head and show your tail. The voice of the reading star upstairs changed, and an old man with crane hair had come down from the top of the building. Not long after, a man dressed in white also swayed down from the sixth floor. Under the clear moonlight and wind, the man in white shook his feather fan slightly, and when he looked at it carefully, he saw that his eyebrows were clear and beautiful, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he sighed at the wind of the jade tree.

"Haha, I've heard it for a long time, and when I saw it today, it was really extraordinary. The old man laughed.

"Shanxi White Crane Hall Master Zhou Xuanweng?" Miao Bisheng said with disdain: "I don't know what happened to Zhou Hall Master?"

"Haha, Miao Bisheng sees through the origin of decay at a glance, admires and admires. Zhou Xuanweng exclaimed: "I came today to ask for something." ”

"Could it be that you are also here for the Yinglong Villa?" Miao Bisheng interjected and asked without waiting for Zhou Xuanweng to finish speaking.

"It seems that the old man is not the only one who cares about Yinglong Villa. Zhou Xuanweng smiled.

Miao Bisheng didn't answer, but only asked: "Hall Master Zhou is here, he should know the rules of my Star Reading Tower, right?"

"Of course, the daughter asked, someone is coming. Seeing Zhou Xuanweng calling, a young swordsman came in with a heavy big iron box, opened the iron box, and it was full of real gold and silver. Miao Bisheng glanced at it slightly, nodded and accepted it.

"What is the origin of this Yinglong Villa?" Zhou Xuanweng asked straight when he saw that Miao Bisheng had accepted the money.

"Yinglong Villa was formerly known as Huaide Villa, the owner Zhao Chengzong was the nephew of Zhao Shanxun, the former Yanmen guard, and a person fought alone with his bare hands more than 30 grass Kou to save the saint, which was the royal gift of Yinglong Villa. "The wonderful pen cherishes the words like gold, but it also reverses the Yinglong Villa.

"One person killed more than 30 grass cowards alone with his bare hands, thinking that the owner of the village must be good at kung fu, I don't know how many of his martial arts are?" Zhou Xuanweng asked again.

But Miao Bisheng turned away and did not answer again. Seeing this, Zhou Xuanweng blocked the way and had to ask clearly.

"It seems that Hall Master Zhou doesn't know the rules of my Star Reading Building. Miao Bisheng glanced at Zhou Xuanweng and said contemptuously.

"If I pay real money, how can I not follow the rules?"

"Haha, haha. Yuexinglou only accepts one person to inquire every day, and can only ask one person or one thing. If you want to ask again, please come back at a later date. ”

"With so much money, you can only ask one thing, what is the difference between this and robbing it. Zhou Xuanweng was indignant, and his words were quite unwilling.

"The White Crane Hall Crane Feather Divine Needle hit seventy-seven forty-nine extremely small bone nails at one time, which is also a must in the rivers and lakes. Wonder Pen wrote lightly.

Zhou Xuanweng smiled proudly: "Since you know, why don't you tell me the kung fu path of the owner of Yinglong Mountain Villa?"

But seeing that the left hand of the wonderful pen was raised, and the dust was slightly scattered on the wall a few feet away, Zhou Xuanweng was stunned, and hurriedly went over to check, only to see the word "wonderful pen" written on the wall, and each stroke was composed of small silver needles, and shone in the moonlight. Zhou Xuanweng knew that the number of silver needles in it was far more than forty-nine, and it was issued in such a short moment, and in such a short moment, the word "wonderful pen" was formed together. Miao Bisheng was immersed in anecdotes in the rivers and lakes, and he didn't know what kind of powerful martial arts he would be? Zhou Xuanweng couldn't help but think about it.

Opportunities are often fleeting, and by the time he made up his mind to say more, Miaobisheng had already flown upstairs. Zhou Xuanweng was helpless, he might not even be able to beat that wonderful writer, why bother to go to Yinglong Villa to take this trip to the troubled waters, think about it and have to leave. When I was young, in the song of the old sheng in the reading star building, a white dove flew out from the sixth floor and disappeared into the night sky.

In contrast, Zhou Xuanweng was lucky: according to the rules of the Reading Star Building, he paid to get the news he wanted to know, although he was not prepared and asked a question that was not the most he wanted to know. But because of this, he gave up the idea of going to challenge, because other people from all walks of life who went to challenge were all defeated and walked to Yinglong Villa, and ended up with inferior skills. In front of the giant sword gate head Sun Shizhi, more than ten rounds defeated Yinglong Villa, even the giant sword that watched the house was also broken by Zhao Chengzong's palms; At this point, going to Yinglong Villa to challenge Zhao Chengzong is obviously a self-deprecating thing. But the rivers and lakes are so strange, the more boring they are, the more people go to try, as if they know that there are tigers in the mountains, and they prefer to do things like tigers.

"Tan Shen, in Xiahebei, came to ask for advice. "Someone outside the village called for battle again. The people in the village had long been accustomed to such a scene, and they didn't bother to go out to investigate, so they went directly to the hall to report Zhao Chengzong's incident.

"Hebei Tan's leg method is the authentic leg method of the inner family, and the next three roads are both offensive and defensive, and the changes are endless. Zhao Chengzong flattered when he went out to fight.

"Thank you for the compliments, please advise. Tan Shen didn't say much humility, and went straight to the point.

"Please!" Zhao Chengzong motioned for Tan Shen to make a move. This was originally Zhao Chengzong's humble move, but Tan Shen was angry. Because in the master duel, the opponent's concession is obviously a move not to take himself seriously. Tan Shen then rushed down the mountain with a fierce tiger, and Zhao Chengzong's hind foot was slightly on one side, easily avoiding Tan Shen's attack. Tan Shen saw that he missed a blow, and then followed by a spirit snake dance, opening and closing and full of strength. But seeing Zhao Chengzong leap and rise from the ground, Tan Shen's offensive instantly came to naught. Tan Shen saw Zhao Chengzong vacating and expected that he would definitely land, so he then used a move to go to sea with Shuanglong, but he supported the ground with his hands and attacked with his feet in a row. Zhao Chengzong was not in a hurry, and only used his left hand to tease back and forth in the air, Tan Shen's leg technique was very exquisite, but Zhao Chengzong's one-handed block was even more rapid and effective, and his offensive was resolved one by one. When the fight started again, Zhao Chengzong was already standing firmly on the opposite side. Tan Shen didn't want to admit defeat, so he opened his bow left and right with both feet, and attacked him with a two-way roundabout kick, and suddenly the wind and dust outside the gate of the villa rose, and the onlookers were dazzled. But Zhao Chengzong was unmoved, and always retreated quickly when Tan Shen was about to attack him, and after a few more rounds, Tan Shen was already red-faced, sweaty on his forehead, and his breathing began to be short, but Zhao Chengzong was still calm, as if the fight just now was effortless. Tan Shen knew that it would be very unfavorable for him to go on like this, and thought that Zhao Chengzong would always keep a proper distance from him, so that his attack could not be used, so he pretended to attack, and after getting close to Zhao Chengzong, he suddenly exerted force, and indirectly hit more than 20 legs in an instant. Zhao Chengzong used both hands, dismantled back and forth, and unloaded Tan Shen's leg mana one by one. Tan Shen was unwilling to return in vain, just hoping for a fatal blow, so after more than 20 legs, he slammed into the morning sun kick, this kick was too sudden, and the strength of the force almost exhausted Tan Shen's whole strength. Zhao Chengzong was not in a hurry, he could only raise his strength and turn around to attack Tan Shen's retreat with a palm.

In an instant, sand and rocks flew outside the field, only a muffled sound was heard, and Tan Shen's whole person had been knocked away. Tan Shen suddenly felt that his lower body was numb and stiff, and he fell to the ground and couldn't move. The strength of this blow was something Tan Shen had never encountered before, and it was also difficult for Tan Shen to bear. Although he still wants to fight again to save face, his legs are not obedient, and it is difficult to even stand. Tan Shen had no choice but to admit defeat.

The Tan brothers agreed. Zhao Chengzong made a slight compilation, and immediately stepped forward to help Tan Shen.

"If you lose, you lose, and my Tan family has nothing to say. Zhao Zhuang's martial arts are extraordinary, and he is convinced. Tan Shen also replied.

"The Tan family brothers are really men, and this heroic Zhao is also convinced. Zhao Chengzong was no longer humble, and said directly: "You have come from thousands of miles away, and I will do my best to be a landlord, and please come to the village to talk about it." “

"Ashamed, ashamed. The people in the rivers and lakes have defeated the strong, which one is not happy, but the owner of Zhao Zhuang has always been humble. Lord Zhao Zhuang is chivalrous and heroic, and he is indeed a chivalrous demeanor. Tan Shen admired Zhao Chengzong at this time, in addition to admiration, he also had that sincere gratitude.

In addition to entertaining Tan Shen, Zhao Chengzong also specially arranged for a doctor to treat Tan Shen's injuries. During the cultivation period in Zhuangzhong for a few days, Tan Shen and Zhao Chengzong had many martial arts exchanges, and Zhao Chengzong gave all the instructions, which made Tan Shen convinced. Almost all the knights who came to call the battle received such thoughtful care after the defeat, Tan Shen was not the first, and he certainly would not be the last. Tan Shen was treated as a VIP, as were Sun Shizhi, Hu Banweng, and so on, who came to challenge before. The chivalrous guests of the rivers and lakes all worship Zhao Chengzong, and the deeds of Yinglong Villa spread all over the rivers and lakes.

A few days later, Tan Shen's recuperation was no big problem, and when he resigned, Tan Shen said straightforwardly: "With all due respect, Zhao Zhuang's martial arts are unparalleled in the world, and he is even more chivalrous, who is not convinced by the command?"

"Brother Tan's words are wrong, Zhao is not a person who is greedy for fame and fortune, and those who come from the villa are all found by themselves. From the bottom of my heart, I don't want to get involved in the world. Zhao Chengzong's words came from the bottom of his heart, and he had the ambition to be quiet and inactive.

"Lord Zhao's words are wrong. If the owner of Zhao Zhuang does not come out to order the heroes, then the owner of Zhao Zhuang has been!" Tan Shen said disapprovingly.

"Oh, why did Brother Tan say this?" Zhao Chengzong said in surprise.

"Master Zhao Zhuang is a peerless student, and he can't all benefit the people of Wulin, and this is over. Tan Shen said unhurriedly.

Zhao Chengzong was silent, and Tan Shenyou continued: "Now the border war is tight, and most of the heroes in the rivers and lakes are fighting each other with their own factions, which is really sad. Only people with superb martial arts and chivalrous spirit come out to call for justice and lead the crowd to break this chaos. Isn't it too much for the owner of Zhao Zhuang to only care about himself?"

Zhao Chengzong thought for a while, and then asked: "Now that the rivers and lakes are far more famous than me, there are many people who are far superior to me, and there are also masters among the masters of various factions, let me ask me how can Zhao Mou be able to command the heroes?"

"Haha, Lord Zhao is too exalted to them. There are also many famous chivalrous warriors and door owners who came to challenge Zhao Zhuang before, but Zhao Zhuang can defeat him in more than ten moves, and I Tan Shen can guarantee that no one in the rivers and lakes can now be the right of Zhao Zhuang Zhuang. As for fame, dare to ask what merit is greater than single-handedly taking on more than 30 gold thieves and rescuing the current saint. Between Tan Shen's words, there seemed to be a believer-like piety.

"But ......" Zhao Chengzong wanted to postpone it, but was directly interrupted by Tan Shen: "Don't hesitate anymore, if anyone disagrees with Zhao Zhuang Master's overall situation in the martial arts, I, Tan Shen, will not let him go." ”

Seeing that Tan Shen was a little angry, Zhao Chengzong had no choice but to stop talking about it.

"In the past few days, I have been entertained by the owner of Lao Zhaozhuang, and I have recovered and am going back to Shandong. Tan Shen packed his luggage and said goodbye to everyone in the villa.

"Brother Tan family, this is a little bit of Zhao's heart, the right is used for entanglement on the road, and I ask the brothers of the Tan family not to push back. Zhao Chengzong personally sent Tan Shen to the door, and took out a bulging small cloth bag to give to Tan Shen.

Tan Shen repeatedly refused, but he couldn't resist Zhao Chengzong's kindness, and finally accepted it. Tan Shen clenched his fists deeply, and then turned to leave. Perhaps Tan Shen only hated two things in his heart at this moment: either he didn't come to challenge Zhao Chengzong, or he came to Yinglong Villa to challenge early. The former can not be embarrassed, and the latter can get to know this hero earlier.

Zhao Chengzong stood at the door and watched Tan Shen's departing figure, and after thinking about it, he turned around and returned to the village for a long time.