Shui Changdong saw Qian Ning leaving in a hurry with a copper mace, and his heart slowly relaxed. It seemed that the regulations written by Wei Lejing really transferred Qian Ning away. Otherwise, if Qian Ning were present, who would dare to be the first to take the lead, not even himself.
As the "Emperor" entered the venue, all the martial arts gangs also became quiet. Everyone looked up, waiting for the Emperor's edict.
Zhou Ziru looked around and found that only Fang Qianlong was present. Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi recognized him, and there was a curtain to cover him. It was unclear whether they could see through him. None of the other martial arts sects had seen the emperor, and they were relieved. Seeing Wang Zhenliang's questioning look, he waved to start.
Wang Zhenliang still cleared his throat and said loudly: "After more than six hundred years of the Great Qi Dynasty, the country is safe and the people are happy, and the martial arts in the world is flourishing. Your Majesty is quite pleased. This martial arts conference is convened to find a supreme figure for each martial arts sect. In the future, whenever there are grievances and disputes between various martial arts factions, they will also have places to complain. If all the heroes have no objections, this conference will begin!"
There was silence in the venue. Everyone was watching what other people were doing. No one from any sect made a sound. Everyone had their own thoughts.
"Since everyone has no objections, this conference will begin!" Wang Zhenliang expected that no one would have any objections. If he didn't agree, he would still come to the conference. Isn't there nothing to cause trouble after he's full?
"Starting from the left of the venue, each sect will send outstanding disciples to the stage to demonstrate their unique skills." Wang Zhenliang announced the first session.
Everyone looked to the left side of the venue. The first gang from the left was... As expected, Zhen Yangshan!
The four great supervisors of Zhenyang Mountain were sitting in the front row. The four of them sat here, and the feeling of majesty came to them. Wang Zhenliang had just announced that it was over. Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi looked at each other and jumped towards the high platform at the same time.
Among the Jianghu sects, only Zhenyangshan is the strongest, and only Zhenyangshan has the closest relationship with the imperial court. No one would believe that this position was not specially arranged.
After Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi climbed up to the high platform, they first bowed in the direction of Zhou Ziru and then saluted each sect under the high platform with fists in their hands. There was nothing rude about it.
The two of them said: "Zhenyangshan disciples, Guanchenzi, and Tongweizi, what I am demonstrating to you is the unique skill of Zhenyangshan, Tai Chi! Tai Chi is hard yet soft, and the virtual is filled with reality." After that, the two The people started fighting and started a set of boxing skills on the high platform. Their movements were soft and their speed was very slow.
The spectators from all walks of life in the audience were enthusiastic at first, but soon became impatient.
"Is this Zhenyangshan's secret skill? Isn't this too slow?"
"That's right, if all the disciples of Zhenyang Mountain practice this kind of boxing, I can kill four or five people in Zhenyang Mountain."
"There are various sects in this martial arts world. Can I really show you my unique skills? Are you afraid of stealing them? It will be the same when we get on stage later. Let's just watch."
There was a lot of discussion under the high platform.
Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi played very slowly. Although they heard the comments in the audience, they chose to turn a deaf ear. The practice of Tai Chi is the intention of the four instructors. This boxing method combines hardness and softness, and the moves are simple. Even ordinary people can practice it after seeing it several times. Moreover, practicing it can strengthen the body. This conference will promote it. Waves are the most suitable for accumulating good karma.
After finishing a set of boxing skills in a leisurely manner, Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi were already full of fluids, but their expressions were even more energetic and full of energy.
The two men once again clasped their fists and saluted everyone, and flew down.
The various sects in the audience were extremely bored, but they had no choice but to cheer: "Good! It is indeed Zhenyang Mountain's unique skill! I have benefited a lot." On the other hand, the people watching around, who did not know any skills and cultivation, saw Zhenyang Shan's boxing technique is indeed simple and easy to understand, and some people are already practicing it on the sidelines.
The four major supervisors of Zhenyang Mountain, Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi were not aware of their false calls, but they were happy to see that the people around them had learned a little bit.
"Next, the second sect, the Beggar Clan!"
As soon as Wang Zhenliang finished speaking, there was a lot of noise around him.
"The Beggar Clan? Do they have the nerve to come to a martial arts conference?"
"It's just a casual meal. You can't force people to starve to death, right?"
"Hey, when the Beggar Clan comes up, do we have to spend some money to reward them? Hahahaha..."
There were dozens of disciples of the Beggar Clan present at the meeting, all of whom Fang Qianlong summoned to the capital urgently, including Chu Hong and Ang Yong. Hearing the boos around them, the Beggar Clan disciples all lowered their heads in shame. They had a bad reputation for a day or two. Although they expected to be ridiculed, they still felt quite ashamed.
Fang Qianlong stood up with his head held high, patted Xian'er who was holding his clothes, ran a few steps, and ran straight to the high platform.
Fang Qianlong ignored the boos behind him and followed the example of Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi. He first saluted the leader and then clasped his fists at the sects in the audience. Without talking nonsense, he started boxing in the stands.
Shoulders, fists, elbows, knees, legs, and feet, this set of boxing techniques seems like every part of the body can be attacked. Often a shoulder is pushed, followed by an elbow, followed by a cracking punch. The wind blows from the punch, which is quite intimidating at first glance.
This is still Fang Qianlong doing this boxing style alone. If there is someone to practice with him, you can imagine how miserable the partner would be.
Fang Qianlong's last punch was aimed at the stands at the venue. Everyone who met him was startled. Even though they were separated by four or five feet, they didn't feel how safe they were.
"The Beggar Clan has done many harms to fellow martial artists and common people in the past. They are fully aware of the seriousness of their crimes. In the future, they will change their minds. They will only do benevolent and righteous things and spread the spirit of chivalry. I hope you will learn from it." Fang Qianlong cupped his fists and saluted, then turned around. Jumped off the high platform.
"I heard that the Beggar Gang followed Chu Xiang in plotting rebellion, and finally brought order to the end of the chaos."
"It seems we can't win. What these beggars know best is to watch people's actions and act according to the wind."
"A beggar still wants face and corrects his evil ways? Bah, only a devil would believe that!"
After Fang Qianlong finished speaking, some people in the audience were still sarcastic and unmoved by Fang Qianlong's words. Fang Qianlong didn't expect that just a few words of boxing skills could change the views of various martial arts factions on the Beggar Gang. The fact that the Beggar Clan can participate in the martial arts conference this time means that it is on an equal footing with all the martial arts factions, and this is enough.
Everything must be done step by step.
"Next..."
Before Wang Zhenliang could say anything, the gang behind him jumped up, impatient. No matter what happens next, no one will refuse this kind of thing that can make the sect famous.
The sun moves from the east to the middle, and from the middle to the west. Except for some disciples with low cultivation levels who couldn't bear the hunger and went to eat some food, the other disciples from all sects were unwilling to move. In this conference, the knowledge gained through the demonstrations of the unique skills of each sect is enough to save a person from walking in the world for several years or even decades.
Originally, there were still some sects who had the idea of hiding their secrets, and they didn’t want others to be ahead of others, so they stopped hiding their secrets. In order to show off their face, they all showed off their special skills. It was very enjoyable to watch, and everyone sighed about this trip. Not false.
The most amazing among them are Kong Men and Tai Yi. The five disciples of Confucius came out together, painting and composing poems, it was so lively. When a landscape painting is completed, it looks as if it is alive, with gurgling water and howling mountain wind, which is jaw-dropping. The poem was blurted out, causing the rocks around Xia Mountain to tremble and the green pines to sway. It is hard to imagine how one could resist with such unique skills if faced with an enemy.
Taiyi came halfway, six Taiyi Sword Masters volleyed down from the sky, six swords came out, the sword light flickered, making people dizzy.
The knowledgeable people in the audience counted them in detail: "Dai Mei, Zhan Pao, Guo Qiao, Qing Xiao, Gong Yue, Xi Chao... Except for Gong Yue and Xi Chao, the rest are among the top ten famous swords in the world! They are indeed Taiyi." , half of the famous swords in the world come from his sect!"
Everyone in the audience, especially the knights who wielded swords, were extremely greedy, but no one dared to fight for it. Leaving aside the troops and horses of the imperial court, anyone who wants to grab the sword from Taiyi will really have a long life. Even though there is no news from Bai Fanhong now, there is still Hua Wufeng, the second master, who is in charge, and he must use his life if he can take it.
As the sun sets, the martial arts demonstrations of various sects are almost complete. Zhou Ziru sat in the curtain and waved, and Wang Zhenliang understood.
"The martial arts of the various sects and heroes are really dazzling and wonderful. It's already dusk, so all heroes are invited to move outside. The court has prepared banquets and meals. Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so please go and enjoy it. Later, Your Majesty will drink wine and enjoy the moon together with everyone, and we will have a competition between the sects tomorrow."
The people in the stands were quite unfinished, but now that it was over, there was no need to fight against their stomachs. They walked down the stands one after another, left the venue one by one, came to a platform built nearby, and took their seats one after another.
Shi Dachen Congwei flew from the wooden pillar to Zhou Ziru's side, and went to the platform to have a banquet with the "emperor" in his arms.
Shui Changdong mingled among the crowd, feeling quite anxious. He had also seen the magic while watching the martial arts performance that day. It was only now that the martial arts performance was over that he remembered his own business. A graceful woman next to him bumped into him lightly and cast a questioning look. He didn't know when he would make her move.
Shui Changdong looked at the woman, his heart moved, he took out a small paper bag from his arms and quietly stuffed it into the woman's hand.
The woman turned over her hands and understood, and quickly separated from him, pretending not to know each other.
The banquet was held as usual, and people from various factions were still talking about today's martial arts performance, and they were quite happy. Zhou Ziru sat on the main seat, far away from everyone. Even in the dark night, he was not afraid that everyone could see his face clearly. He took small bites of vegetables and ate slowly.
Qian Ning is not here today, and Zhou Ziru doesn't believe that these young people will miss this good opportunity.
Wang Zhenliang stood aside. Although the dishes were fragrant, he had no thought at all. Qian Shuai went to the palace, but he didn't know if he had found His Majesty. Without definite information, he couldn't rest assured.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food. The Jianghu sects at the table were not so well-behaved. They were holding wine glasses and drumsticks, calling for brothers and sisters everywhere. The banquet was no longer as quiet and elegant as the previous court banquets. There were noisy and noisy sounds everywhere, and some people even fought with fists at the banquet.
"Prime Minister Zhou, do you want to stop it?" Zhao Yizhi was not around, so Wang Zhenliang had no choice but to ask Zhou Ziru for instructions.
Zhou Ziru waved his hand slightly: "No need, they are all heroes, let them enjoy themselves." Zhou Ziru liked this situation. Only when there was chaos would he have a chance to break the situation.
Suddenly, a few generous people were serving food and drinks when they suddenly started to shake, knocking over the table and seats, and fell to the ground with bleeding from their mouth and nose. Their fate was unknown. Before anyone could react, this happened to several tables. People fell down one after another. When they fell to the ground, there were dozens of people.
Chu Xinghe slapped the table and stood up: "The food is poisonous!"
