Mu Ziyun returned to the Qingshan Mountain Pavilion. After sitting down, Li Ziwen whispered to Mu Ziyun: "You can't win next time." "Yes, who are the people in Master Chashan?" Li Ziwen did not expect Mu Ziyun. He would ask this, looked at him suspiciously, and said: "Didn't I tell you earlier? Like the Luoye Sect, they are all lunatics. Chashan is mainly made up of desperadoes. There is no regular law, except for those who have been captured and trained since childhood. Except for killers, there are few masters and disciples, and they are all thieves who joined halfway."
"Then maybe there is something good..." "No..." "Good people cannot survive in Chashan, and no one who survives is clean" "There should be exceptions"...
"The next piece of Qiang land is Beizhuang and the surrounding seventy-mile area."
"Hey, we want it!" Three disciples waved their hands and shouted in Chenmen's pavilion. One of them jumped out of the pavilion and came to the field. He bowed in the field first, and said with a grin: "When I came out, the master gave me a task to get back some Qiang land. Uh, I admit it, I gave it to everyone." This disciple looked more honest and honest, making everyone laugh. made a sound.
"What a loud tone. Take back some land and you will think that Huzhou is your home, hahaha..." Chashan Iron Arhat laughed.
A figure fell on the field, "Song Hua, Bailian Weapon Dao, is here to fight."
Song Hua! Mu Ziyun thought to himself, just to see what he is capable of, if he really took out the fog awning, he might have been the one who teased me yesterday.
"Oh, this is the eldest young master of Bailian Weapon Dao, please give in!" The disciple of the Chen Clan bowed again and said, "My name is Footbinding Clothes, please be merciful, brother."
"Pfft, foot-binding cloth! Hahaha..." People from various sects burst into laughter. Feng Jing covered her mouth with her sleeves and said with a smile, "Why does this person have such a name!" Even the corners of Zhang Kui's mouth were tense all the time. They all looked back.
"Hey! Foot wrap! The one who named you is the lazy woman, hahaha..." "Foot wrap is great, this one is great!"
"Ahem!" 'Footband''s face was a little red. He straightened up and pretended, but he still made everyone laugh.
On the contrary, there was no smile on Song Hua's face, and he said to the foot wrap: "How do you know my identity? I have lived with the disciples of the sect since I was a child. There are only five people in the entire sect who know my identity. How can you get it?" News coming!”
"Well, that's what the elder said to me!" Footbinder scratched his head, "He also said that you wouldn't bring your baby with you this time, and that you wouldn't lose if I beat you...ah no no, I didn't say the last sentence."
Song Hua looked very serious. The origin of Bailian Weapon Way can be traced back to 1,200 years ago. At that time, the weapons of warriors were just ordinary swords, guns and sticks without any color. One family changed this situation. This small family At that time, there were only more than a hundred people in total. Because of the war, they had to learn martial arts if they wanted to survive. However, the family had too few resources and the people's talents were too poor. They were always oppressed by various forces, so they discussed building some traps or special weapons to defend against foreign enemies.
It started by making concealed weapons, bows and crossbows, and gradually developed into swords and guns a hundred years later. Relying on the materials obtained from selling weapons, this small family continued to grow, and also used this to gain access to many powerful forces to protect the safety of the clan. .
After four hundred years of stumbling, a young man in the family unexpectedly discovered eight hundred years ago that the weapon he made could produce fluctuations. This news caused the whole family to explode. After thinking about it, they realized that there was something special, or Special forging methods can give weapons 'powers'. They overturned all previous smelting methods and began to make noble phantoms.
This unexpected harvest made this small family suddenly become a large sect that divided the power of Huzhou. However, due to too many people coveting it, this sect suffered great hardships decades later. More than half of the clan members were killed. In order to To retain the fire, the old patriarch at that time only left a dozen people in his direct lineage, and asked the others to give up smelting weapons to ensure that the secrets were kept to the minimum extent. Only one heir in each generation could be left to make noble phantoms, and the rest to make ordinary weapons. , and the identity of the heir must be kept secret, he must live with ordinary people, and he must fabricate enough identity background. In this way, this family has lasted for nearly a thousand years and is still prosperous today.
War chaos is almost non-existent for the Bailian Weapon Path, because the family's family precept is 'not to be greedy', and each generation can only create a few treasures or even none. For other forces, it is not easy to destroy the Bailian Weapon Path. , if you keep it, you can also get a treasure phantom. You can know the result of this kind of transaction at a glance.
"An undercover agent? Among those people are undercover agents from Chenmen!" Song Hua said angrily. "I don't know!" Footbinder was a little panicked, "That's what the elder said, how do I know!"
"Two" women outside the court said: "You two, please stop chatting. Time is limited. Please compete as soon as possible."
"Yes, brother, let's compete quickly. My senior brothers and I still have to go to the city to play," said Footbinder.
"Seeking death!" Song Hua angrily threw himself at the foot wrap, and suddenly there was a sword scabbard in his hand. The scabbard was very narrow and long with openings on the front and back.
call! Song Hua stabbed the foot-wrapping cloth with one end of the scabbard. Before the movement was over, a long sword was thrust out of the scabbard. Before the sword stopped, another wave of martial arts was pierced from the blade. "Uh-huh!" He kicked back two or three steps, tilted his head and opened a cut on his ear, "It hurts!"
The foot-binding cloth untied the coat and waved it in front of Song Hua's eyes. Song Hua retracted the long sword from the scabbard in his hand, raised it to the top of his head and rotated it twice in his hand. During this period, sword waves continued to come out from both ends of the scabbard, and the foot-wrapped foot was covered with the cloth. The cloth coat was torn to pieces and rustling. Song Hua seemed to be holding a short blade or a long spear. When he stabbed forward, the long sword was thrust out from the front, with sword ripples. After the foot-binding cloth flashed past, Song Hua's fingers Without moving, the long sword was retracted from the front opening and thrust out from the back opening. The sword wave first scratched the underwear of the foot wrapper, and then the sword edge pierced the back of the foot wrapper.
From front to back, the position of the long sword changed quickly. The foot wrap was obviously much bulkier, and it was stabbed three or four times.
"It's terrible, it's terrible!" The foot-wrapped cloth moved left and right, stretched out its hand to grab it several times but missed it, and jumped around awkwardly like a wild duck.
In Changke Zong's pavilion, Mo Chaozhen said: "This Chenmen is really weak." Lu Huazhuang whispered, "Don't forget what you should do!" "Don't worry, keep listening."
Song Hua stabbed twice in one step, not giving the foot wrap time to breathe. He turned sideways, forward, backward, left, and right, stabbing in all directions that could be reached, and by the way, the top!
Song Hua raised his feet and jumped into the air, bang! Song Hua was startled. It turned out that his foot was caught by the foot wrap. "Ah ah..." The foot wrap grabbed Song Hua's feet and threw them to the ground. "Uh!" Song Hua squeaked and plopped it on the ground, "It's your grandma's fault, you still stabbed me!"
The foot-wrapped man grabbed Song Hua's legs with both hands, and kicked his legs wildly, causing him to be thrown on his back. Then he was thrown, smashed, and bumped endlessly. Song Hua kicked him as hard as he could. Without opening the foot-wrapped hand, "You die!" Song Hua thrust his sword wave at the foot-wrapped cloth. Before he could reach his body, he was thrown to the ground again, causing Song Hua's nose to be bruised and his face to be swollen.
"Get away!" "I won't let it go." "You idiot, are you going to let it go!" "Don't let it go!"
"What's going on with Song Hua!" Lu Qiu Gong Liang said in his heart: "What on earth are you doing? Why don't you kick him off quickly?" Little did he know that the hands wrapped in footcloth were like cuffs, and Song Hua couldn't kick them off no matter how hard he tried.
"Get away, let's have a good fight!" "Why do you want to stab me again when I let go?" "I promise not to stab me, just let me throw the sword away." Song Hua threw the sword away with a wave of his hand.
"Then I won't let it go either." The foot wrap tightened its grip. "You!..." Song Hua gasped, "Okay, okay, now I know why you call it a foot binding. If you can, let go. We will fight to the death."
The footcloth did not answer, but turned over and spun around and fell to the ground. Bang, it hit the ground several inches deep. Song Hua sprayed the mud from the nozzle, "Okay, okay, you have the guts, I accept it, I give up, okay?" !""really"
"Then tell them!" Footbinder spread his hand and pointed to the outside. Song Hua glared at the foot wrap angrily and said to the woman outside the court: "Hey, I give up! Let this kid get my feet away quickly."
