The wind and snow are rolling in the cold winter, wandering around in the sky!
The goose feather snow was swept into the air by the cold wind, adding a lot of martial arts atmosphere to the arena. He Qijun and Nangong Liu from Tianshi Mansion were like knights in the martial arts in the wind and snow, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword.
The two of them didn't say much, and they started to make eye contact at the same time. Nangong Liu's face was more feminine, and the swordsmanship he used was soft and soft, but hiddenly strong. If his gender hadn't been a hindrance, he would have acted like a woman, while He Qijun was greasy and rough. The Tang Hengdao in his hand is strong and powerful, and the one strong and the other soft in the field is unique.
They are fighting madly on the court and watching passionately outside the court, all hoping that their opponent will win if they bet on them.
He Qijun and Nangong Liu are at the lower level of the Grandmaster. This competition is all about endurance or strategy. A head-to-head encounter will definitely result in a disastrous outcome. The two of them exchanged dozens of moves in the wind and snow, with their true energy flying and sparks flying. Brilliant moves, more emphasis on sword techniques, and the right use of zhenqi. People on the outside are frightened to watch, because every sword is half an inch away from the body or scratches the edge. If you are slow for a second, you may see red, but this move happens to be successful. After dozens of moves, a layman who didn't understand would only know that the two of them were risking their lives!
In the wind and snow, Nangong Liu is good at using his skills; he fluctuates with the wind, so the consumption is not large. On the contrary, He Qijun has to resist the wind and snow when fending off the enemy, and the consumption is doubled. Nangong Liu takes advantage of the snow and squints unprepared. The Wan Yun Sword thrust back and directly snatched the Tang Heng Dao from He Qijun's hand.
Nangong Liu relied on the environment to win. Even if He Qijun refused to accept it, he had to leave the field angrily. On ordinary days, this sissy was no match for him. Today, he lost because of the unfavorable weather. In a real battle, there are not so many ifs. The right time, right place and people are all battlefields. In one part, the enemy in battle changes rapidly, and every blade of grass and tree can determine the outcome.
Later, Xu Chang was fighting against Zhang Baishan. In this battle, Zhao Zhengli made a decisive move and placed thirty taels of snowflake silver on Zhang Baishan. The sixth prince Song Maoling also followed suit and placed dozens of taels on Zhang Baishan. Zhao Zhengli looked at him in confusion: "You are so dignified. Is the prince so stingy to take action?"
He smiled: "It's just entertainment, you have to know how to exercise moderation."
"I will face Qi Yun Shanyang later. How much will you bet?"
“If you’re not sure, don’t bet!”
"..."
The snow has basically stopped in the field, and Zhang Baishan and the two are fighting fiercely.
Song Maoling suddenly asked Zhao Zhengli: "How many moves does Brother Zhao think Wudang Zhang Baishan can win?"
He stared at the two men who were fighting crazy and said calmly: "About fifty or sixty!"
The Bi sisters felt bored and went directly to Yu Xiaowei's place. As the saying goes, three women have a show, let alone four. If they gather together, there will be endless topics to talk about. Those four bright and charming smiles are better than the cold plum blossoms in the wind and snow. Winter chrysanthemum.
Fatty Xu and Zhao Zhengli have never fought against each other, but from the comparison between him and Zhang Baishan, he is also around the middle rank of a grandmaster. The thirty-inch copper coin sword in his hand makes a unique "buzzing" sound, which is the sound of the wind and snow passing through the copper coin. The sound from his eyes made Zhang Baishan's silver spear unable to resist.
After fighting for more than thirty moves, Zhang Baishan used "Seventy-Two Earth Demons" to kill Wudang's "Thirteen Spears of Dragon Gate". The golden rooster landed on the tree and shook the spear. In conjunction with the Taishan top-breaking spear style, Zhang Baishan used the shaking, buckling, stabbing and slashing moves in succession. After four consecutive attacks, Xu Changzai used his true energy to hold up the sword flower to resist several attacks, and then tilted his sword to attack his lower body. Zhang Baishan jumped to avoid drawing his gun and flew across the river, then smashed down.
Xu Changzai was overwhelmed and slashed out a sword energy of more than ten meters, and retreated with the help of thrust. At this moment, he lost a bit in terms of momentum. Zhang Baishan took the opportunity to use Chasing the Wind and Chasing the Moon, piercing with spears and slashing with lunges. The advantage of the spear and the long spear completely overwhelmed Xu Chang's more than 30-inch copper coin sword. Fatty Xu had to passively attack, and had no chance of close combat. The sword energy and Taoist skills were all pierced by Zhang Baishan with one shot, completely The momentum is like breaking bamboo.
The outcome of this battle has gradually been determined. If Xu Chang had been bolder in the close combat, the situation may have been reversed. The copper coin sword is not good at long-distance fighting. The distance is completely used as a living target for the gun wielder, and the advantage of the long gun can be fully utilized. .
"Bang!" The battle was decided at the moment when the copper coin sword was sent flying. Fatty Xu stared blankly at the copper coin sword that fell on the snowdrift. At this moment, he seemed to understand where he had lost.
Some in the audience were cheering and others were worried. Some got real money and some got rid of it.
Zhang Baishan thrust his spear against Fatty Xu's jaw, and the match ended with less than fifty moves between the two sides.
Song Maoling clapped his hands and said, "Oh, it's exactly what Brother Zhao said!"
Zhao Zhengli smiled, and the two of them exchanged the double silver that was at their fingertips.
At this moment, the dealer has already revealed the next match, which will be between Zhao Zhengli and Yang Zhiming. The payout is nine to one, and the payout is as high as ten times for a draw. The astonishing odds made the audience exclaim, and they should all win against Xiang Zhiming, because he was so brilliant in the first half of the year. He was ranked among the top three saints in the temple, and Daoxing was even a half-step grand master. Everyone knew about Zhao Zhengli's amazing record in the world, but they still didn't think he could defeat Qi Yun Shan Yang Zhiming.
Yang Zhiming is much older than the white-faced Taoist priest, and his realm is naturally more solid, otherwise the dealer would not have released such a bullying score.
Daochang Zhao was also furious when he saw the score. He took out a stack of banknotes, which amounted to more than five hundred taels. He added the sixty taels he had just won from gambling and bet on himself, which made the onlookers sigh. However, most people did not dare to take the risk and all bet. Zhu Yang knew his fate, and occasionally a few people followed Zhao Zhengli as a test, but none of them exceeded fifty taels.
The Sixth Prince Song Maoling stared at the madman in front of him: "Are you bankrupt?"
Zhao Zhengli spread his hands: "There is no way, the banker's score is so damn irritating! It's impossible not to have confidence in yourself, right?"
"Haha, okay, I will also escort the Taoist Master."
When you hear that rich voice, you will know that it is the king of the city. He is dressed in a gorgeous and majestic silk robe, walking with "square steps" and swinging his sleeves.
He was accompanied by two followers. When he saw the city king winking, he took out a thousand taels of silver notes and bet on Zhao Zhengli. This move shocked even Daochang Zhao himself.
"Really? Why do I think that Master Qi Yunshan Yang has a better chance of winning?"
Another man came wearing a yellow robe and mink velvet. He was majestic and talented. He was in his early thirties. Among those who dared to wear yellow robes in the capital were the emperor and the heir apparent. The person in front of him must be the current prince.
The sixth prince Song Maoling calmly handed over to the two of them: "Sixth brother pays homage to His Highness! Brother Three Emperors!"
The two of them nodded slightly indifferently to their sixth brother. The three princes were obviously brothers, but they had no family ties. It was just like the saying, "Being in the emperor's house is like being on a heartbroken cliff."
His Highness the Crown Prince glanced at his attendant, who instantly stepped forward and bet on Yang Zhi's fate, betting a full three thousand taels.
Zhao Zhengli couldn't care less about the internal strife among several princes, because it was his turn to appear.
Walking slowly through the snowy sky, I walked slowly to the spacious martial arts arena.
Zhao Zhengli stood in the wind and snow, his eyes locked on the frail scholar Yang Zhiming, who was holding a sword on his waist not far away. He looked at Zhao Zhengli quietly in the wind and snow.
In the distance, the old Heavenly Master looked solemn. Next to him, Master Mu from the Confucian Academy and Master Yuanyi whispered, "Who is the tough one?"
Master Yuanyi put his hand into his hat and touched his bald head: "The guy who took the Dragon Tiger Pill doesn't follow the ordinary path! It's hard to say whether he will win or lose." Then he stared at the old master aside: "Niubi, let's bet too. How was the game?"
Zhao Tianshi glanced at him and said, "You don't even have any hair, so what are you betting on?"
The old monk was choked by him and said, "Don't you always want the old monk's rosary? How about the old monk bet you the Dragon Tiger Pill with it?"
"Bald Donkey, are you afraid that you fell asleep while chanting sutras and didn't wake up? You want to exchange a string of broken beads for the Dragon Tiger Pill? If you are sincere, just bring the relics, otherwise there is no way!"
"Relics? You can wait until the old monk is transformed and burned to leave it for you!"
The old monk turned his head angrily and saw Mu Deqing, a Confucian scholar, watching the fun with a smile on his face. He turned his gun and said, "You fake scholar, you are so stupid!"
"..."
The two quarreled for a while, but the bet ended on bad terms, and Mu Fuzi was innocently shot.
The old emperor in the tent above the stands looked a little tired for a long time: "Today we can't watch the competition between the leaders of the three religions!"
In his opinion, only the fights between the leaders of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism can be considered enjoyable. It is not an exaggeration to describe the fights as earth-shattering, and they leave a deep impression on him every year.
Concubine Su, the mother of the king of the neighboring city, poured hot tea for the old emperor: "Your Majesty, this battle is absolutely wonderful. It is between the seventh Taoist of the Qingcheng sect of Shu County and Yang Zhiming, the proud disciple of Qi Yunshan."
The old emperor's eyes were a bit brighter: "Oh? Is he the scholar and Taoist priest who stabilized the Imperial Preceptor's Office in the first half of the year?"
The prince's mother, Concubine Li, also flattered her: "Yes, Your Majesty, the prince, the king of the city, and the ministers all made big bets!"
The old emperor was very interested when he heard that his son and the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty were participating. He focused his attention on the two people in the snow on the martial arts field. He saw Zhao Zhengli's hesitant eyes and was confused: "My beloved concubine! Let's talk about this young man. Don’t the statues of the Seven Taoists from the city look like him?”
The two concubines looked down at the handsome figures in the martial arts arena with serious expressions. The prince's mother naturally favored the prince. The civil servants of the party wanted to take the opportunity to vent their anger for Grand Master Qi, but they could not make the old emperor suspicious, so they overcame the old emperor's doubts. : "They look a bit alike, but I heard that I rebelled against me back then..."
Before she could finish her words, she was frightened by the death gaze of the old emperor, and then she knelt down and admitted her mistake: "Your Majesty cherishes the dragon body, but I spoke uncontrollably for a moment. Please forgive me!"
The old emperor did not blame her, but asked her to get up unhappily. When Concubine Li lowered her head and stood up, a slight smile appeared on her lips. She raised her head and changed her "concubine" look again, serving the old emperor. The old emperor had no elegance at all. He watched the fighting in the martial arts field below with a sullen face.
Seeing this, Concubine Su, the mother of the city king, comforted her: "Your Majesty, please don't hurt your body. Didn't the old Heavenly Master promise that it will have nothing to do with it? In comparison, I think the old Heavenly Master is more reliable. After all, he has no scheming intentions." .”
The old emperor felt more comfortable after hearing this. In his opinion, the three saints in the temple were 100% loyal, and they were more reliable than his true son and trusted ministers.
The old eunuch Cao Yan hurriedly brought the ginseng soup to the emperor. After drinking it, he was happy to watch the fight again. He couldn't help but applaud during the exciting scenes: "The young generation of our Daqing Kingdom should be as prosperous as this. Why worry about the land of Yanyun not returning! Another Northern Expedition will drive the Khitan back to the north of the desert, leaving behind the second part of the eternal story of sealing the wolf and living in Xu!"
