Why are you talking and getting started?
Zhang Haogu became anxious and shouted quickly: "Second from the left, beat him hard."
When Zuo Mengeng went to Liaodong, what Zhang Haogu regretted most was that he couldn't roam the streets.
Because if you meet Liu Yiyuan, you will only get a beating.
Now that he finally saw the opportunity for revenge, he was more excited than anyone else.
Zhang Lingxi was so anxious that he stamped his feet and said, "Cousin, how can this be done?"
Zhang Haogu rolled his eyes and didn't care at all.
"What are you afraid of? You can't kill anyone."
When these dudes fight, they are very careful about propriety. Don't slap in the face, don't hit hard, just stop there.
Otherwise, if something goes wrong, the family will be at odds.
But he was so nagging that even the adults were attracted.
Looking over, I saw Zuo Mengeng and Liu Yiyuan arriving in the center of the field, and I couldn't help but be curious.
"Oh, young people are so full of blood, I'm afraid it's not a good thing."
Liu Zongzhou exclaimed, thinking about being dissuaded.
It is true that he is a big shot in the literary world, but he is very afraid of things like martial arts competitions.
Hou Xun was okay. He just sent someone to ask about the reason and didn't want to interfere.
Looking at Zhang Zhenxiu, Zuo Liangyu and others, they all looked ordinary and didn't take them seriously at all.
Shandong people have a bad temper and are stubborn, and they will take action when they are anxious. Not to mention warriors like Zuo Liangyu, Zhang Zhenxiu was also known as the Pier Pear Blossom Gun when he was young.
After a while, the servant came back. When he explained what had happened, Zuo Liangyu and others laughed and didn't care anymore.
Liu Zongzhou was a little worried.
"It's always not good to fight and kill people."
Zhang Zhenxiu comforted him: "There is no need to worry about reciting the name of Grand Duke, it is just a joke of the younger generation. Just treat it as a martial arts performance."
Liu Zongzhou shook his head, looking strange.
In the land south of the Yangtze River, what the younger generation does most during banquets is to compete in reciting poems in order to gain fame.
The people of the North are so violent that they take pleasure in fighting.
Zhang Zongheng looked at Zuo Liangyu.
"Brother Kunshan, Young Master Liu's boxing and kicking skills are extraordinary. Aren't you afraid that your son will lose the battle?"
Zuo Liangyu just glanced over there, then poured wine and served dishes to Liu Zongzhou, Hou Xun and others as usual.
"I'm afraid the Liu family's boy's kung fu is not good enough."
Zhang Zonghuan was very surprised.
"This hasn't happened yet, how do you know?"
When Zuo Liangyu heard this, he was very happy.
"For those who practice martial arts, their first priority is to lay down their hands. As the saying goes, if there is no root in the foot, the skill is not deep. The Liu family boy's steps are frivolous, and his fists and feet are naturally weak."
Hou Xun and others were stunned when they heard this, not knowing whether this was the case.
Over there, Zuo Mengeng and Liu Yiyuan had already started their posture.
Liu Yiyuan was full of fighting spirit, but Zuo Mengeng didn't take it seriously.
"You do it first."
A sharp look flashed in Liu Yiyuan's eyes, and he said in his heart that you are seeking death yourself.
He shouted loudly, stepped forward, spread his arms, used the flower-expanding move, and went straight to the door in front of Zuo Mengeng.
Zuo Mengeng...
Not even moving.
Seeing him calling, I just picked it up with the left corner of my forehead.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Zuo Mengeng remained motionless, while Liu Yiyuan jumped a few steps away with a look of surprise on his face.
"Why don't you fight back?"
Zuo Mengeng smiled slightly.
"I want to see how much your effort has improved during this period."
In fact, as soon as Liu Yiyuan's moves came out, Zuo Mengeng knew that they were completely showy.
In my memory, when fighting Liu Yiyuan in the past, the two of them fought like this. He originally thought that after one year in Liaodong, Liu Yiyuan would make considerable progress.
Now it seems like that.
Liu Yiyuan was furious when he saw that Zuo Mengeng was out of breath and his face was not red. It seemed that the blow he gave was not even comparable to a mosquito bite.
This time he went for it again, with a little more force, not caring whether it was too heavy or not.
At the same time, in order to show his face in front of everyone, he also used the unique skills he learned from his master.
The master who taught him once proudly said that this move is called the ruler-grabbing hand.
The right side is empty and the left side is full, and the right side can be full and the left side is empty. The combination of virtuality and reality confuses the opponent, and it is rare for someone to fail to succeed.
Sure enough, seeing him circling his arms and moving gracefully, many people cheered.
But the cheers quickly turned into exclamations.
Zuo Mengeng moved.
If it doesn't move, it will be gone; if it moves, it will be as fast as thunder.
Regardless of whether you are real or not, he fit into a ball and hit Liu Yiyuan like a cannonball.
Liu Yiyuan was taken aback, and before he had time to think about it, he swung his right fist back and hit Zuo Mengeng on the left shoulder.
Liu Yiyuan was pleasantly surprised by the solid knot he hit this time, and felt that he had won.
Unexpectedly, Zuo Mengeng ignored him, as if he was not the one who was beaten.
When he bumped into Liu Yiyuan, he didn't have any moves. With a hook of his right fist, Liu Yiyuan flew backwards like a piece of catkins and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
When he looked at Zuo Mengeng again, he had already put away his posture, motionless as an abyss, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.
Liu Yiyuan felt as if all the bones in his body were falling apart. He tried hard to get up, but there was a heartbreaking pain in his limbs, making it impossible for him to exert any strength.
Geng Zhangguang and another young master hurriedly ran over and helped him up with difficulty.
"you……"
Liu Yiyuan didn't expect that he had lost such a big person. He glared at Zuo Mengeng and didn't want to let it go. But feeling the punch he received just now and the surging divine power contained in it, he couldn't help but be horrified.
Zuo Mengeng looked at him with a smile.
"you lose."
Liu Yiyuan's face was green and red, but he was not a deadbeat. But he was also curious about something, and he would not be willing to reveal it without asking.
"I obviously hit you."
Or twice.
"Your fists are weak."
When Liu Yiyuan suddenly changed his expression, Zuo Mengeng raised his voice, but it was not to humiliate him.
"In battlefield fighting, there are only two things that are most important. One is strength and the other is speed. Other than that, everything is just showy. When you started just now, you spent too much power in unnecessary places, and the punch you made was naturally It’s boring.”
Liu Yiyuan was stunned, thought carefully, and protested: "Why can I knock people down when I hit them in the past?"
Zuo Mengeng patted his chest and made a bang bang sound.
"Because others are not as strong as me. If you want to hit someone, you must first learn to take a beating. If you punch someone ten times, they will not be hurt. If someone punches you once, you will fall. Who will win? Already?"
After hearing this, everyone nodded silently, obviously convinced.
Zuo Liangyu pursed his lips and smiled, quite pleased.
He completely forgot how shocked he was when he saw Zuo Mengeng take action just now.
Having said it clearly, Liu Yiyuan knew that he had not lost unfairly. But when he thought about losing to Zuo Mengeng, he really wanted to die.
The young master next to him understood what he was thinking and said, "Today I watched Brother Zuo and Brother Liu play with each other. They were really brave and brave. In the future, I am afraid that Brother Zuo will be the hero in the world."
This tall hat is worn...
Geng Zhangguang introduced: "This is brother Wang Weiran and Wang Qiguang, and his great-grandfather is Duke Wang Jianchuan."
Darling, I am a descendant of Wang Chonggu.
The Wang family in Puzhou has an extraordinary status and is the leader of Shanxi merchants. They cannot be offended easily.
Thinking of this, Zuo Mengeng cupped his hands as a gift.
"Brother Wang is very complimentary. In fact, Brother Liu's body is just not yet mature. As time goes by, if you have enough strength, your fists and feet will be ready."
When he said this, Liu Yiyuan's face was saved.
When Liu Yiyuan's face turned pale, Wang Weiran and Geng Zhangguang both looked at Zuo Mengeng in surprise.
It is remarkable that young people are not arrogant when they win and are not discouraged when they lose.
Thinking of the previous bet, Liu Yiyuan's face became hot and he said in a low voice: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow. From now on, if you are given an order, you will obey it."
Having gained a talent, Zuo Mengeng felt happy in his heart and calm on the outside.
"Brother Liu, you're welcome. Let's discuss each other frequently in the future and help each other through hard work."
What else could Liu Yiyuan say? Looking at Zuo Mengeng, who was completely different from before, he had to be completely convinced.
On the other side of the main seat, the official sitting with Liu Zongzhou and Hou Xun stood up and walked slowly to the field.
"Are you Zuo Mengeng?"
Someone who can be ranked alongside Liu Zongzhou and Hou Xun must be extraordinary.
Zuo Mengeng didn't dare to neglect and bowed his hands.
"That's right, sir. I'd like to thank you sir for your concern."
The official didn't seem to be able to smile. His face was as scary as that of a tiger.
"I am Cao Wenheng, the prefect of Dongchang."
Zuo Mengeng's heart trembled, knowing that the man in front of him was a tough guy.
Cao Wenheng was no unknown person. He even became the governor of Jiliao in the future.
As mentioned earlier, Zuo Liangyu had many noble people on his official career, and Cao Wenheng was one of them.
In the third year of Chongzhen's reign, the White Lotus Sect was in rebellion, and Cao Wenheng pacified it with three strikes, five strikes, and five divisions.
It was during this quelling the chaos that Cao Wenheng discovered Zuo Liangyu's talents and promoted him from deputy general to chief soldier.
It was Hou Xun who promoted Zuo Liangyu from official position to deputy general, and it was Cao Wenheng who promoted Zuo Liangyu to commander-in-chief.
The most ferocious one was that he single-handedly entered the White Lotus Sect's military camp in order to quell the White Lotus Sect's rebellion. With just one mouthful, he persuaded tens of thousands of White Lotus followers to surrender.
But if it was this person, Zuo Mengeng would not be surprised.
The people here today are either from the Donglin Party or have close contacts with the Donglin Party.
Cao Wenheng belonged to the latter, so he was treated as a guest.
Since he was one of his own, Zuo Mengeng felt relieved.
