Section 8: Wangchun swings

Wangchun Terrace was originally a big theater field, and now it has been specially dressed up, and an embroidery platform has been set up in the middle, the right side of the embroidery platform is a private seat and a private seat, and the other two sides are open-air sitting, and there were originally some stools and chairs in the field, but they have already been moved cleanly. On the embroidery platform, a red cloth banner is played, and it is written: Longqiu Mountain is solemn and recruits talents. On all four sides of the stage, there are red dart flags of the far shock dart bureau and a penangular dart flag embroidered with a tiger's head, waving in the wind, awakening and eye-catching.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the field was already crowded with people from all over the martial arts who came to hear the news.

Ren Tianqi and the others also looked for a place to stand, only to see that there seemed to be nothing unusual in the field in front of the stage, except for the movement of people's heads and the sound of people, but on the roof of a house ten zhang away to the west, they saw a masked man in a yellow shirt standing, and he was watching every move in the field from a distance. Ren Tianqi felt a trace of wonder and curiosity in his heart.

In the morning, the drum sounded three ways, the gong struck nine times, and the right side of the stage was already sitting on the right side of the table with people of high moral standing and respect, and Qiu Tongyuan's family and all the martial artists were also sitting in front of them.

I saw a person who came up to the embroidery platform, but it was Mr. Liu Chengmin. Mr. Big saluted each of the four with a pack of fists, and said loudly: "Friends from all over the world, each is a colleague, please be quiet." Liu Chengmin in Lower Hebei, now entrusted to preside over the Longqiu solemn gold recruitment competition, and in the back seated there is Shaolin host Minghui Master, the beggar gang Yin Lao gang leader, the heroic and noble all the assassins Shi Daren, and presided over with the next. This time, Long Qiuzhuang openly recruited talents to all martial arts colleagues in the world, and hired a dart master and a chief dart head. Promise all expenses, all losses and injuries are covered by Longqiu Village, promise that the dart master has 500 taels of silver, and the reward is not included in this; the total dart head dart dividends, you can get a layer of darts. ”

The crowd below saw that Longqiu Village had such a generous treatment, and they were all crazy, and everyone cheered.

Mr. Big pressed his hand down, and said: "Everyone, everyone, since it is a contest to select talents, there must be a charter, and the regulations of the contest are as follows: Anyone who wins three people in a row can be hired as the dart master of Longqiu Village, whether they are willing to be or not, they will be rewarded with 500 silver on the spot; ”

The crowd below was noisy, and some people had already shouted and cursed, urging Kuaibi, and more teenagers were all touching their fists and clapping their hands.

Mr. Big shouted and suppressed everyone.

Ren Tianqi frowned, this big man's deep internal strength does not seem to be much inferior to himself. This lion's roar will take 30 years of cultivation for a young man, and Mr. Big's skills are more than third-rate kung fu in the rivers and lakes? Ren Tianqi shook his head and smiled.

Mr. Big smiled: "Don't get excited, don't be impatient." The competition recruits, bumps and bumps will inevitably have disabilities, please stop here. No, in order to prevent those who hurt people's lives, Lord Ying is specially invited to supervise the battle on the stage. ”

The heroes in the audience have long been impatient, scolding and scolding, throwing things.

Liu Chengmin gave up his hand and got off the stage.

"Whoosh", four people came up on the stage, it was Yingguiquan and his three subordinates. One of them, Ren Tianqi recognized, was the Golden Hook Duan Peng. The four of them stood on four sides, and Duan Peng crossed his hands on the platform and said, "Everyone, now the competition begins." ”

I saw a person flying onto the stage, a tall and thin man in his thirties, energetic and holding a flower gun. The person who came hugged his fist on the stage and said, "In Xia Zhenzhou, Yang Xiong." Which hero would like to come up and teach?"

Before the words fell, a person came up, a strong man forty years old, holding two knives, and he didn't answer when he stepped forward, and he slashed with a knife.

The knife came and went, more than a dozen rounds, the thin and tall man had a barb hidden in the spear, first the tip of the gun retreated and hit the hands of the man holding the knife, the tip of the gun flew up to reveal four of the barbs and took the wrist directly; the man with the knife hurriedly took off the knife in his right hand, and reached forward with his right hand to grab the barrel of the gun; Yang Xiong shook off the other party with a little bit of the gun, and then sent the gun to pick up a single knife in the left hand of the strong man, and flew up to the ground and turned around with a shot, and the handle of the gun was already on the chest of the strong man.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, and the strong man pressed the handle of the gun with his left hand, stretched out his right hand and was about to take out his right hand to grab Yang Xiong's flower gun. Unexpectedly, the handle of the gun was pulled out of the strong man's hands one by one, and the gun was pressed under the strong man's gear. Yang Xiong kicked the barrel of the gun and threw the strong man off the stage.

The audience applauded.

Another man flew onto the stage, and someone came to make a pair of chain hammers.

As soon as the two sides hugged their fists, the hammer man attacked, the guns whirred, and the hammers whined. Twenty faces, someone shook the hammer, the flying chain circled the gun shaft, and with a hard hand, he shook his hand and flew out of the copper hammer, hitting Yang Xiong in the face. Yang Xiong took off his hand and threw the gun, squatted and flashed, stepped forward, as fast as lightning, locked the wrist of the comer, waved his elbow with his kick, and put down the comer.

Yang Xiong defeated the two as soon as he showed his hand, and everyone in the audience weighed it themselves, although the silver was very tempting, it was not necessarily easy to take.

"The kid has to be arrogant, let's come here!" shouted from the audience.

There was a sound of stairs and walked up to a fat monk in green clothes, the monk was eight feet tall, with thick shoulders and a round waist, with his chest and abdomen exposed, and his empty hands and bare fists.

The monk walked up to Yang Xiong and shouted: "The monk in Xia Wutai Mountain, the Dharma name is merciful, and the hero please make a move." ”

Yang Xiong saw that the person who came was tall and big, with empty fists, and expected that this person must be hard and empty-handed kung fu, and he must not come hard, but only outwitted and clever. Yang Xiong clenched his fists and watched quietly with a horizontal gun, not in a hurry to attack.

The two circled several times but did not make a move.

The group of heroes in the audience shouted and scolded: "Fight quickly, what a circle, turn your mother's head!"

"That fat man, you are on the top, don't occupy the pit and don't!"

When the fat monk heard this, he sneered, clenched his fists in front of him, and moved towards Yang Xiong. Yang Xiong flicked the barrel of the gun, shook his hand and stabbed the monk's chest seven times in a row. The monk did not dodge, and parted ways with a move in front of his chest with both palms, pinching and grabbing the barrel of the gun. Yang Xiong drew the rod and pressed the gun, and the tip of the gun pierced the monk's legs. The monk did not move his feet, straightened his legs and fell forward, pressing forward with his hands interlocked. Aggressively twice, the tip of the gun seemed to be pierced on a stone, Yang Xiong was shocked, he didn't expect this person's iron cloth shirt skills to be so powerful, and seeing that the monk shot so strangely, he saw that he couldn't collect the gun, so he abandoned the gun and jumped back. The monk grabbed the gun with both hands, turned around on his knees and fell to the ground on his back, his head touched the ground again, and he flew up and stood up, his hands were divided, his arms were shaken, and with a "bang", the spear was broken into two. The monk waved his hand to throw away the broken gun, clenched his fists and squeezed his arms, and slowly approached Yang Xiong. Yang Xiong knows that the monk has done his hard work, and he will definitely be at a disadvantage if he fights hard. Unfastened the black belt on his body, held it in both hands, and walked out and circled.

The monk used his fists and feet at the same time, sweeping, smashing, topping, pinching, and the more he fought, the more brave he became; Yang Xiong dodged, dodged, jumped, jumped, and had almost no power to return his hand, and never dared to fight the monk head-on.

After a long time, the group of heroes in the audience began to scold: "** thin and tall, you hide from a bird, what kind of shrinking turtle?"

"Monk, go up, pinch him, stone him. ”

The monk was forcing Yang Xiong to the end of the platform, and seeing that the monk was about to hit Yang Xiong with a punch, he saw Yang Xiong lean forward one by one, jumped up and grabbed the pillar and turned around, and flew past the monk. Seeing this, the monk turned around sharply, and was about to pounce, Yang Xiong shook the belt in his hand, and the huge buckle "fluttered" and hit the monk's left eye. The monk screamed "ah" and covered his face with his hands. Yang Xiong took the opportunity to step forward, stretched out his hand to connect the ten big points on the monk's body, clapped his hands and was about to get up.

The monk screamed, his stomach straightened, and his fist flew straight out, and his fist flew past Yang Xiong's ears. Yang Xiong jumped back on the ground, rolled on the spot, and his face changed greatly when he reached the center of the stage. The monk Qiang opened his tearful eyes and hurried to catch up, screaming in his mouth. As soon as the two touched each other, Yang Xiong leaned out and shook his belt back. Shang turned his head and was about to pounce. With a "snap", the buckle hit another eye, and the monk rolled on the ground in pain.

Yang Xiong rolled to the ground, picked up the barrel of the gun from the ground, and shook the tip of the pistol to reach the monk's neck. Seeing this, the heroes in the audience cheered together. Yang Xiong also put his gun and stood aside. I saw the monk rolling back and forth on the ground a few times, rolling to Yang Xiong's feet, and saw the monk slamming Yang Xiong's feet and pulling and pressing, getting up and pushing with both palms, and patting Yang Xiong's chest. Yang Xiong was already powerless to fight back, and he saw that the fat monk was about to hit Yang Xiong. The Yinggui Quan Ke, who was supervising next to him, got angry, stepped forward on the ground, handed out the long sword in his hand with a sheath, and hit the monk's face with two "pops", and then flew up and kicked the monk's waist.

The monk screamed and threw himself out and rolled to the ground. The monk rolled on the spot and got up, covered his face and was about to curse. Yinggui flew down, drew his sword in the air and shook it several times, landed on the ground, and returned to the stage, collecting his sword and returning it to its sheath. The monk was stunned in the local area, his clothes were in tatters, and the word "shameless" could be vaguely seen.

Yingguiquan said to Yang Xiong: "According to the regulations, Brother Yang has won three people in a row, and he is already a member of the Qiu Jiayuan Wei Dart Bureau, but I don't know what Brother Yang will do next?

Yang Xiong said: "The villain is willing to go to Longqiu Village as a dart head, but he really wants to take this opportunity to meet the heroes of the world for a while!"

Yingguiquan nodded and said, "Okay, Brother Yang is a real man, and the official admires him." But I wonder if Brother Yang wants to exchange for a worthy blade?"

Yang Xiong smiled and said, "Thank you for your love, please pick a guy for the next appointment." ”

Yinggui Quan waved his hand at Duan Peng, Duan Peng stepped forward and handed his pair of golden hooks to Yang Xiong, Yang Xiong nodded in thanks, and walked forward with the hook.

Ren Tianqi and others also admired Yang Xiong's martial arts and personality very much, and were talking in private.

A few guys were squeezed around, standing in front of him and not leaving. There were many people in the audience, and Ren Tianqi and the others didn't care, just raised their heads and watched the platform from afar. Suddenly, a shy "senior brother" woke up Ren Tianqi, Ren Tianqi was stunned, feeling that it was a woman's voice, looking around, there was no abnormality, and I was wondering if I had heard it wrong. And he saw a man tugging at the hem of his garment on his chest. Ren Tianqi lowered his head and took a look, it was actually Yi Hongxuan's junior sister Shixian Hongxiu, and next to him were Nangong Min and the other three immortals, who were taken aback and were about to speak. Hongxiu shook his head and pointed to a little red and the others. Ren Tianqi smiled and nodded. Hongxiu snuggled lightly on Ren Tianqi's chest with a red face, and looked up at the platform.

Yang Xiong has walked back and forth four circles on the stage, and no one has come on stage.

Everyone on and off the stage talked to each other.

A man at the back of the crowd shouted, "Boy, don't be too complacent, I'm here!"

When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and looked, and saw a person twisting and pinching out of the crowd, with a red face and red ears, and a long sword stuck obliquely at his waist.

Ren Tianqi recognized this person, it was Tian Muzuo, and he was amused, thinking that this person's martial arts skills were not high, and he was not conceived, but he was a little pedantic.

Tianmuzuo stepped into the ring step by step, hugged Yang Xiongyi and said: "I only want to ask Yang Daxia a few tricks, and I don't have the intention of fighting for favor, and I hope that Yang Daxia's subordinates will be merciful." ”

Yang Xiong returned the salute: "Polite, polite." ”

The two staggered, and Yang Xiong held a double hook.

Tian Muzuo drew his long sword, held the handle with both hands, put the sword in front of his right ear, and stepped out.

On and off the stage, Tian Muzuo had never seen such a posture, so he was very curious, and he watched with his eyes wide open, but no one coaxed him for a while.

The two rotated several times and did not attack each other. Tian Muzuo is timid, Yang Xiong is cautious. Yang Xiong's face was already a little sweaty, his heart was horizontal, he stomped his right foot, shouted, stepped forward, left hook to protect his chest, and handed out an oblique split with his right hook.

Tian Muzuo jumped a step back, the sword edge pressed down, went off the rail, the sword blade slammed the iron hook, the sword blade turned sharply, Tian Muzuo took a few steps forward, and the sword blade took Yang Xiong's wrist directly, extremely fast.

Yang Xiong hurriedly pushed out with his right hand to block the incoming sword, and his left hand hooked his chest to press down and slash with his backhand, straight to Tian Muzuo's knees.

Tian Muzuo did not touch, after retracting the knife, he flew out a few steps, landed and counterattacked with the sword, and the sword slashed horizontally and obliquely at the key points in front of Yang Xiong, very quickly, Yang Xiong was forced to retreat a few steps for a while, the opponent's sword body was too long, and the double hook could not be close, except for dodging and jumping, but he couldn't think of a good way for a while.

After Yang Xiong barely supported 20 moves, he found that Tian Muzuo had two major shortcomings, one was that although he was fast, he seemed to be unable to do light skills, and his body was slightly stiff during the bounce;

Tian Musa really had a disadvantage, and he was in a hurry and out of breath. Yang Xiong looked for an opportunity, locked the opponent's long sword with double hooks, flew up with his feet, and kicked Tian Muzuo in the chest with a volley of legs. Tian Muzuo couldn't dodge, and he didn't want to give up the long sword in his hand, so he hit a few feet with a bang, and fell to the ground with a few steps back. Yang Xiong stepped forward and pulled Tian Muzuo with one hand, Tian Muzuo hugged his fists and thanked him, turned around and jumped off the stage.

The crowd on and off the stage applauded loudly, and there was chaos.

In the boiling voice, a purple-clothed man flew down from the sky, he was less than forty years old, with a jade face and black beard, holding a sword in his left hand and hiding behind his back with his right hand, with a proud expression.

This person ignored Yang Xiong, and said to the group of heroes in the audience: "Wei Buren, the eldest disciple of the Xiahuashan faction, said a few days ago that my two junior disciples were plotted against in Yangzhou. Today, we are waiting for this person here, and we will fight it out. ”

The heroes were in an uproar, how did a good competition and recruitment become a place for your Huashan faction to seek revenge and fight.

Ren Tianqi smiled, glanced back at Ren Tianqi a little red, and was surprised to catch a glimpse of Nangong Min and the five people.

Ren Tianqi and Hongxiu blushed and had rough faces. A pair of red embroidered hands tightly grabbed Ren Tianqi's clothes.

Yingguiquan didn't give a smile, and with a wave of his hand, Duan Peng and the three of them flew behind Wei Buren and lined up; Yingguiquan stepped forward slowly and said coldly to Wei Buren: "Since you are a big disciple of the Huashan faction, do you understand the rules of the rivers and lakes? This is the ring of Longqiuzhuang's competition to recruit talents, not the ancestral court of your Huashan faction! You can either get off the stage and go to find your revenge, or stay on the stage and have a good competition, and persuade you not to cause trouble! This official doesn't care about the signboard of the Ruhuashan faction!"

Yingguiquan became famous 20 years ago, and his martial arts are superb, and the world knows it.

Wei Buren knew that he was by no means Yingguiquan's opponent, he glanced at Yingguiquan, walked in front of Yang Xiong, and said coldly: "You'd better get down by yourself, save me from doing it!"

Yang Xiong's face was rough, he didn't say anything with his fists, his eyes breathed fire, and he stood with hooks in both hands.

Wei Buren drew his sword with his right hand, the tip of the sword touched the ground, and he held the scabbard in his left hand, and rotated the scabbard in the palm of his backhand, turning faster and faster.

The heroes didn't know what Wei Buyen was going to do, and they were puzzled. Yang Xiong was also confused, still holding the hook and watching.

Wei Buyen suddenly sneered, shook his wrist and threw out the scabbard, straight to Yang Xiong's chest.

Yang Xiong's right hand hooked to split the object, and the left hook did not move in front of his chest.

Wei Buren jumped up with his feet, volleyed at Yang Xiong, slapped a palm with his left hand, and shook his wrist with his right hand to make seven swords.

Yang Xiong didn't expect Wei Buren to come up and use the killer, he was busy fighting with the hook, and although he didn't pay attention to the scabbard, he was in the palm of the strong wind, and flew off the stage with a "bang" and rolled into the crowd.

Wei Buren picked up the scabbard and put the sword back into the sheath, and laughed wildly.

Before the laughter fell, two white and two black, two men and two women, had fallen in front of him.

Ren Tianqi and the others recognized that it was Murong Chang who hated the four masters and servants.

Seeing the crowd on the stage, all the heroes were excited, shouting and screaming, knocking on knives, guns and weapons, and there was chaos.

Yingguiquan was about to step forward to drink, Qiu Chuanling flew up to the stage, whispered a few words in Yingguiquan's ear, and Yingguiquan nodded and stood still.

Murong Chang hated and bowed to each other, got up and said: "Under Murong Chang hate, he is from Gusu Murong Villa. Coming to the stage today, one is for Miss Mu Qiu's name, and the other is for a few friends who will meet next, and a few friends are in the audience. ”

Someone in the audience shouted: "Murong Gongzi, how did the people of the Huashan faction make arrangements? Can you beat the Huashan disciples?"

"You can't be a hero if you take so many people up!",

"Get down, you don't know the rules of the fight, do you come first and come later?"

Murong Chang smiled hatefully: "The trivial matter of the competition in the ring will be handed over to my three servants, and there is no need to work hard; if someone wins my second concubine, the second concubine will belong to whoever owns it; if someone defeats my male servant, I will lead him back." The heroes of the world need to win over my three servants before they are worthy to fight me, can you?"

The heroes in the audience did not expect that there would be such an arrogant person in the world who hated Murong Chang, but no one dared to scold Gusu Murong in public anymore because of the taboo of Gusu Murong's reputation.

Wei Buren on the stage couldn't hang up, Murong Chang hated that he didn't take it in his eyes, as if he didn't see it, he couldn't help but get angry from his guts, his murderous intent suddenly rose, and he didn't say anything, he pinched his fingers with his left hand, and stabbed Murong Chang Hate from behind with his right hand.

Murong Chang hated and Xiong Ziming and did not move. Er Yanji was like an image in the mirror, each stretched out one hand, opened his finger and grabbed it according to the blade of the sword, presumably the claws were very good, and each of them swept Wei Buren's waist with one kick.

Wei Buren shook the sword edge of his right hand and pressed it, slashing straight at Yiji's leg; his left hand shrank and stretched, and slapped Yiji's knee with one palm; and kicked Erji's wrist, chest, and abdomen with both feet.

Erji stubbornly closed her feet to avoid, leaned forward, and threw her hand around Wei Buren's legs into her arms, and slapped it out with one hand, hitting Wei Buren's chest directly.

Wei Buren is a big disciple of the Huashan faction, he is good at martial arts, he tightens his legs and abdomen, returns to the sword and turns in the air, avoiding the two palms on his chest, the sword edge takes the wrist of Erji, and his left hand is like a claw and hands it out, grabbing Yiji's shoulder.

The second Ji was forced to let go and retreat and dodge, each pressed his waist, turned on the spot, flew up, and each used a chain of legs to kick Wei Buren.

Wei Buren stood up and lay down on his side, rolled to the side on the spot, stood up and was about to swing his sword to attack, but Erji shook his hand in the air and threw out his belt, wrapping around the sword body and arm. Erji shook his arm and tightened his belt.

Wei Buyen sneered, and with a wave of the long sword, he failed to cut off the belt, and he was shocked, only to know that this belt was made of gold wire, and the outer cloth was just confusing.

The second Ji didn't get close anymore, jumped back and forth a few times, and had already wrapped Wei Buren with his sword and people tightly, unable to move.

Xiong Ziming let out a strange laugh, glanced at his master, stepped forward and kicked Wei Buren off the stage.