When he saw the person who spoke, Hu Fei was overjoyed. He wiped off the fake beard under his chin, ran forward in three steps and two steps at a time, grabbed the man's arms, and said with a choked voice: "Brother Zhao, We haven’t seen each other for many years, and I really want to hurt my little brother!”
This man is less than sixty years old. He has gray hair, a kind face, a broad waist, and is dressed in silk and satin. If it weren't for his light steps and calmness when walking, and the divine light in his eyes that contains no anger and self-power, he is simply a country man. How could a rich man from this land have thought that he was Zhao Banshan, the martial arts tycoon who sat third in the "Red Flower Club" and was known as the "Thousand-Armed Tathagata".
Hu Fei has been lonely since he was a child, so he cherishes the few warmth and warmth he has received.
When Ma Chunhua was young, he just said a few words of mercy, but he still remembered it from the bottom of his heart and did not hesitate to repay it with spring water.
Now that I suddenly see my sworn brother who I have not known for many years, and whom I have always admired for passing on my art, I am naturally so excited that I cannot help but feel inexplicable.
Zhao Banshan held Hu Fei's arms and laughed and said: "We haven't seen each other for several years. The young boy back then has grown into a well-known hero. He has done such great things. How can I be honored to be an elder brother?" !”
The two had finished the ceremony, and Zhao Banshan and his companions came to meet Hu Long and others.
That person was none other than Wu Qingzi, the headmaster of Wudang who had just left with people from various sects.
But now the old Taoist has a straight spine and shoulders, and a figure like green pines and ancient cypresses, without any signs of the previous decadence and malaise.
"It turns out it's Zhao San, the master of the family, and Taoist priest Wu Qingzi. The poor Taoist is disrespectful." Hu Long first saluted Zhao Banshan and greeted him.
Although he had never met them before, he had his own information channels and knew the appearance and characteristics of the leaders of the "Red Flower Club" in advance. Even if Hu Fei did not open his mouth to recognize Zhao Banshan, he could recognize their identities at a glance.
Zhao Banshan and Wu Qingzi greeted Hu Yun and others with smiles and greeted each other respectively.
After the ceremony, Wu Qingzi stroked his long white beard with his hand and said with a smile: "This time, due to my status, the old Taoist had to come to this Laoshizi Conference. I originally planned to just eat and drink together, but I didn't expect to witness such a wonderful event. A big show. Brother Hu Xiaodao and Miao Daxia are both good at singing, chanting, fighting, and even more powerful. The little girl named Cheng is even more powerful. She can make a grand event disappear in a snap of her fingers. The disciples of King Yao are indeed extraordinary. .”
Hu Yuanyuan also knew that the things he and others did could not be hidden from others, but he could not hide it from this senior expert who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and watching with cold eyes. Hearing this, he laughed and said: "I don't dare. Pindao and others just got away with it. Among them, I would also like to thank Mr. Lu for his words of support at this critical moment."
He was not the type to suffer losses. Since the other party exposed his background, he took the opportunity to express his gratitude and use the words "Zhenren Lu" to reveal the true identity of Lu Feiqing, the "Mianli Needle".
As for the source of this information, it is the memory of the previous life.
Lu Feiqing was startled when he heard this, but Zhao Banshan next to him smiled and said: "Brother Lu, his words have always been as subtle as your nickname, but now he has met his opponent."
Everyone laughed together.
After Zhao Banshan stopped laughing, he put on a serious expression, cupped his hands to Hu Huan and said, "I have been sent by Mr. Chen of our association, please Mr. Hu, please move to Tao Ran Pavilion to meet us."
Hu Long also put away his playful expression, raised his hands and returned the greeting: "Mr. Chen, the helmsman, summoned me, how dare I refuse to obey?"
Taoranting is located in a remote area on the outskirts of Beijing. Although it is named after the pavilion, it is actually a nunnery called "Mercy Nunnery", which is dedicated to Guanyin.
Near the nunnery is an endless expanse of reeds. Now is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The reeds are in full bloom, and the catkins are fluttering in the wind, like snow all over the sky, and the eyes are silvery white, which is so desolate.
Hu Long and others were walking among the reeds when they suddenly heard a man's long chant coming from the wind in front of him: "The vast sorrow, the vast calamity. The short song ends, the bright moon is missing. The beautiful city is gloomy, and there is blue blood in it. Biyi Sometimes it is gone, and sometimes the blood is extinguished, but a ray of fragrant soul is never cut off. Yes? No? It turns into a butterfly."
By the end of the chant, there was a hint of whimpering in the voice. Afterwards, many people sighed or cried, mixed with the mournful cries of several women.
Hu Long frowned slightly and suddenly said loudly: "A real man must be worthy of the scorching bones and blood given by heaven. He must strive for the great cause of restoring the Han Dynasty. He must be worthy of the ray of love that sleeps in the underworld. Love the soul, pick up the sword and kill all the enemies, and return with the head to sacrifice in front of the tomb. How can you imitate the useless rotten Confucian, who just hangs his hands and does nothing to look forward to the empty world and mourn?"
As soon as he said this, Zhao Banshan and Lu Feiqing, who were beside him, both changed their expressions. Everyone's voices deep in the reeds disappeared at the same time, and then an old and rich voice shouted: "The calf's nose is talking nonsense, look at the Taoist Master Cut out your dishonest tongue."
Following the words, a one-armed Taoist with gray beard and hair flew above the heads of everyone above a clump of reeds, and struck down with a long sword as fast as thunder.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Before Hu Long could react, when Miao Renfeng next to him saw the Taoist's swordsmanship, his eyes shone brightly, and with a long laugh, he drew his sword first and jumped up, intercepting the opponent in the air with his long sword. Sword power.
The two swords struck each other, first making seven or eight sounds of gold and iron clashing.
When their bodies were falling, the two men's sword movements did not stop, and the sound was as dense as rain hitting banana trees and as crisp as beads falling on a jade plate.
As soon as the four feet landed, the sword light from the two swords suddenly surged and spread across the space of several feet. The whistling sword wind and the sound of gold and iron filled everyone's ears. If you don't use your eyes to see and judge only by the sound, it is like a dozen sword masters gathered together. It's like fighting.
"Second brother, please stop!"
"Master Miao, please stop!"
Hu Long and Chen Jialuo, who walked out of the reeds, spoke at the same time.
Both the Taoist and Miao Renfeng seemed to know that this battle could not go on, but they both seemed unwilling to give up. They rushed to stab each other with their swords as they uttered two sentences, turning into two bright electric lights and hitting each other head-on. Together.
With a soft "ding" sound, the two sword lights were fixed in the void at the same time, but the sword tips touched each other, and the sword bodies formed a straight line.
When Miao Renfeng heard that Hu Long had stepped forward behind her, she sheathed her sword and took a few steps back. She cupped her hands towards the one-armed Taoist opposite and said, "Taoist Master Wuchen's 'Soul-Chasing and Life-Destroying Sword' is indeed amazing. Miao admire!"
"Your 'Miao Family Swordsmanship' is not bad either," that Taoist was none other than Taoist Master Wuchen, the second head of the "Honghua Club". He sheathed his sword and complimented him casually at first, but then revealed something old and spicy. Jiang Guizhixing, "But if you want to say 'beat the world's invincible', hehe, that's not necessarily the case!"
Miao Renfeng heard the thorn in his words, but she did not get angry at all. She just smiled and waved her hands and said: "'An invincible opponent in the world' or something like that is not worth mentioning at all. That was just a lie made by Miao when he was a boy. Since two After the battle with the hero Hu Yidao ten years ago, Miao no longer dared to boast about it shamelessly."
Taoist Master Wuchen has a strong nature. He gets stronger when he encounters strong people and surrenders when he encounters soft people. When he saw Miao Renfeng being so humble, he immediately felt good in his heart. He returned the gift with one hand on his chest and praised him sincerely: "Famous people are not as good as meeting each other, but meeting each other is better." Famous, the 'Golden Faced Buddha' is indeed extraordinary."
At this moment, Hu Long and Chen Jialuo had stepped forward. After greeting each other, Chen Jialuo asked with some confusion: "How did the Taoist master know what happened back then?"
Ever since the great war in the capital ten years ago, Qianlong had kept secret about his relationship with Chen Jialuo, and then successively silenced his subordinates who knew about it and even those who were involved. Chen Jialuo also kept silent about it, except for a few people including the leaders of the meeting. No one knows anymore.
"How Pindao knows is not important," Hu Yuan shook his head and said, "What is important is that the chief helmsman understands where he went wrong in the first place?"
Chen Jialuo has been in charge of the "Red Flower Club" for more than ten years. At first, everyone in the club only respected the old helmsman Yu Wanting's orders, but later they were gradually impressed by his martial arts and character. Even veterans such as Taoist Wuchen and Zhao Banshan, They all respect him very much.
Seeing Hu Long questioning him so unceremoniously in person, everyone looked very unhappy.
Chen Jialuo bowed his hands to Hu Huan respectfully and sighed: "Chen has been reflecting on it for ten years, and he only knows that what he did at the beginning was really wrong, which led to his subsequent failure. But what exactly was wrong in it? , It’s hard to put it into words. If the Taoist Master is willing to give me advice, I would be very grateful to Mr. Chen.”
Hu Yuan said confidently: "We, the Heaven and Earth Society, have circulated the next 'Three Points Revolutionary Poem'. The poem goes, 'Three points hide the revolutionary sect, and there is no chance of venturing into our Hongmen. Develop a strong force to take revenge on the day, and swear to destroy the demon Qingyi Sweep empty'.
"The word 'revolution' is exactly what we and you are doing for a living. But what is revolution? Revolution is not treating guests to dinner, writing articles, painting and embroidering. It cannot be so elegant, so leisurely, gentle, so gentle and courteous. Revolution is a riot. , is a violent action by one party to overthrow the other.
"The commander-in-chief wants to revolutionize the Qing court, but he does not seek to strengthen himself to overthrow the other party. Instead, he hopes to use the secret of his life experience or even a weak woman to influence the enemy's leader and make him overthrow himself. Isn't it a big mistake?"
These words, which were almost vernacular, made Chen Jialuo stunned on the spot. After a long time, he finally let out a deep sigh: "It's a big mistake. It's really a big mistake. It's a pity for Caisli..."
