The western boundary of Yue is called Gan Yue, which means Yu Yue.
There is a large manor in the east of Yugan County and on the west bank of Yushui, named Hujiazhuang.
Hu Yiqiu, the owner of the village, has had a dream since he was a child: to become a cosmopolitan, deeply affectionate, sowing seeds everywhere... Uh, no! It is to become a knight who travels freely in the world, has deep love and righteousness, and has friends all over the world. Wherever I go, there are people who echo me, eating two kilograms of cooked beef and drinking a pot of high-quality daughter red.
Dreams are always beautiful, but reality is often a bit disappointing.
Hu Yiqiu saw that he could not pass the imperial examination in literature and was unwilling to fight in military affairs, so he had to resign himself and walk along the road of rivers and lakes. They stole, killed, robbed, uncovered and robbed graves, and even got into fights when they disagreed, treating life like a piece of grass. Simple and crude, willing to grudge, commit all kinds of evil, extremely rude, morally corrupt, and rebellious.
Scholars are ashamed of "confucianism using literature to disrupt the law", while Jianghu people are proud of "chivalrous people using martial arts to violate the prohibition".
Hu Yiqiu determined his route and marched eastward and westward, south and north, no matter the weather for more than ten years, as always. Finally, when he was desperate and struggling to his death, under the persuasion of an eminent monk, Master Mingzhi, he put down his butcher knife, became a Buddha immediately, and returned to the right path.
Wherever you come from, go back there. The leaves will fall and you will return to your roots.
Hu Yiqiu was enlightened by him, returned to Yugan, built a manor, promoted justice in the world, and transformed himself into the Great Hero Hu among his friends in the world.
From then on, he borrowed the name "Hu Daxia" and started his business boldly. His power, reputation and friends were so great that no one in the world could match him for a while.
No, my daughter is pregnant, and a letter is sent to various places, and countless people come to seek her marriage.
Hu Yiqiu had received marriage suitors from all over the country, but he was confused as to which family he should betroth his daughter to.
Fortunately, the housekeeper Hu Hai had a lot of ideas. One suggestion was that after reviewing the age, appearance, literary talent, family background, character, etc. of the suitors, add an arena to determine the outcome with martial arts and select the best son-in-law.
Most of the children of aristocratic families have handsome looks, but they have sage hands; they have a lot of money, but they spend money like water; they have well-developed limbs, but they are weak; they have fat heads and big ears, but they have no economic skills; they have good character, but they lack benevolence; they come from a martial arts family, but they He was in awe of the competition in the ring.
Hu Yiqiu has been traveling around the world for decades and knows that fame and fortune are hard-won and all rely on fighting and killing. And behind the scenes of fighting and killing, what can be relied on besides conspiracy and tricks is one's own superb martial arts.
For the happiness of their daughter, and for the long-term stability of their family's prestige, the finalists must show their true results in the ring. Young talents under the age of twenty-five gathered together to compete in family background, appearance, character, and literary talent, and then were brought to a high stage.
Although most people's legs felt weak when they saw the high ring, Miss Hu Yanqing's beauty was in front, and Hu Yiqiu's prestige in the southern martial arts world was behind. They showed unprecedented courage and were eager to try.
Hu Hai was very happy to see the interviewer standing in front of the ring, full of passion. Let his son Hu Qingyun be the first to step into the ring, so as to attract others and kick off the competition to attract a bride.
Hu Qingyun stood in the center of the ring, raised his hands to the young talents in the audience, and said freely: "Brother Hu Qingyun is not talented, please give me some advice!"
Seeing that no one had the courage to come to the stage to teach, the four sages of Fuliang Porcelain City were very happy to step forward, and they finally had a place to use themselves.
The inheritor of blue and white porcelain, nicknamed "Bai Ruyu", jumped up and came to Hu Qingyun, cupped his hands, and sang "Don't laugh at digging mountains with thick hands", and faced Hu Qingyun with a set of fists and kicks, Murderous intent takes off.
Hu Qingyun was just a provocateur, so he didn't dare to fight back. He was knocked to the ground by Bai Ruyu in a few moments. He barely got up and resigned in defeat.
The inheritor of exquisite porcelain, nicknamed "Ming Ru Jing", jumped up and stood in the center of the stage. He sang "The earthenware made of earthenware will move the capital" in his mouth. He arched his hands towards Bai Ruyu and said: "Please!"
Bai Ruyu jumped up into the air and struck straight at Ming Rujing's forehead with a palm.
Ming Rujing dodged, punched out with both fists, and hit Bai Ruyu's lower body.
Bai Ruyu fell to the ground in response, almost losing her "joy" and stepping down in defeat.
When the inheritor of pastel porcelain "Thin as Paper" saw his good friend Bai Ruyu lose, he couldn't calm down his hatred, so he jumped deep and appeared on the stage. He said in his mouth, "There have always been people coming from overseas." He didn't bother to use the hand-over salute, and flew forward with a kick to the chest of 'Ming Ru Jing'.
Ming Rujing didn't take it seriously, and used both palms to catch the kick forcefully. Unexpectedly, he was not strong enough and was kicked five steps away. One of them failed to stand properly and fell off the ring. He was defeated.
The rugged mountains turn into smooth roads. Seeing that his friend 'Ming Rujing' was defeated, the inheritor of colored glazed porcelain, 'Sheng Ru Qing', jumped onto the stage and shouted to 'Thin Like Paper': "We are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into fighting each other."
'As thin as paper' sneered: "Culture is inherently weak compared to martial arts, so there is no need to be polite."
When I heard "Sound Like a Chime", the sea of blood surged, the sword was unsheathed, and when facing "Thin as Paper", I just poked the screen window with a needle, and it broke with just one poke.
'As thin as paper' has no weapons in his hands and is unable to resist. In order to protect his body from harm, he jumps off the ring and voluntarily admits defeat.
The four sages of the porcelain capital competed, and 'Sound Like a Chime' came out on top, standing on the stage full of pride.
The audience in the audience did not want to buy it. Among them, the eldest son of Lotte Escort, Lotte Zhi, lightly jumped onto the ring and sneered at the 'Sound Like a Chime': "You are the son of a craftsman, why do you want to take the path of right and wrong? Why don't you get out of here?" Go down."
"The sound is like a chime" The sages who read the book are benevolent and righteous, but how can they listen to such crude words.
When one is excited, all etiquette is dispensed with, and the sword is drawn and stabbed, regardless of east, west, east or west.
It is said that loving beauty is better than loving country.
'Sound like a chime' For the sake of beauty, he can forget about everything. Today he is going to say 'love beauty more than life'.
Le Tianzhi was a good swordsman, and when he saw that the swordsmanship of "Sound Like a Chime" was messy, it was his perfect hors d'oeuvre, so he picked two openings and counterattacked a little.
After three or two fights, 'Sound Like a Chime' felt deeply invincible and did not let Letian Zhi fight, so he automatically lost the battle and was defeated.
Letianzhi won easily and felt a little regretful that he had not exerted his true power. Just when I wanted to show off, someone who was not afraid of death came to my door.
Some people couldn't stand Lotte Zhi's arrogance. He jumped onto the stage, gripped the ancestral sword, and was blessed with charm, showing everyone's style.
Lotte Zhi saw that the person who came had good features and was extremely weak. He smiled coldly and said grandly: "Le will never fight with unknown people. Please give me your name."
The young man looked disdainfully at Letianzhi, sneered, and said coldly: "The young master of Jiuhua Mountain in Qiupu, Huang Chengyun."
Jiuhua Mountain's martial arts is famous and unfathomable. Taoist Huang Ting is even more famous. He has been famous in the world for decades. He has only lost one and a half moves against the 'Sword Demon' and has never been defeated.
After hearing Huang Chengyun's words, Le Tianzhi felt a chill in his heart. He stabbed out his sword unexpectedly, wanting to strike first to gain advantage and to strike later to suffer disaster.
Unfortunately, Huang Chengyun was also a master of sneak attacks. He pretended not to know, and when Letianzhi's sword was about to stab in front of him, he quickly dodged and returned the sword that he had already prepared, directly taking Letianzhi's lifeline. parts.
Letian Zhizheng was happy that he succeeded in the sneak attack. He unexpectedly appeared and was caught off guard. In order to protect himself, he had to throw away the sword in his hand and retreat with all his strength. He was defeated.
When Huang Chengyun saw Lotte Zhi throwing away his sword and admitting defeat, in order to show that he was a well-educated family, he politely stepped down from the stage with Lotte Zhi, and stood majestically in the center of the ring, waiting for "overestimating his own abilities" to come and teach him.
Hu Hai saw that Huang Chengyun was from a well-known family, handsome in appearance and extraordinary in martial arts. He liked him very much and shouted to the audience: "If there is no challenger, Huang Chengyun, the young master of Jiuhua Mountain, is the best candidate for Hujiazhuang's son-in-law."
As soon as the words were lost, the audience was in panic and whispering, but it was difficult for anyone to come on stage and give it a try.
Huang Chengyun saw that the audience might as well give in, and he was very grateful. He handed over his hands and said: "Huang is not talented, thank you friends in the audience for the concession."
Hu Hai looked around the audience and saw that no one was willing to come on stage, so he quickly asked someone to bring a big red flower and put it on Huang Chengyun.
"Wait!" A crisp voice came from not far away, with a leisurely tone and full of energy.
Huang Chengyun looked sideways and saw behind the voice, a man in white robe riding the waves from the other side of the lotus pond. He leaped in twos and threes and landed on the ring.
Hu Hai took a closer look and saw the young man dressed in a white brocade robe, with flowing hair, black eyebrows and crystal eyes, a straight jade nose, a square mouth lightly closed, and fair skin shining brightly. The visitor was none other than Zhao Yuheng.
Zhao Yuheng downplayed Huang Chengyun, folded a paper fan in his hand, shook it gently, and said sideways, "Young master, why are you so impatient? Not everyone is qualified to wear such a beautiful big red flower."
Huang Chengyun saw that Zhao Yuheng's appearance was not inferior to his own, but his behavior was more generous than his own. He couldn't help but feel a little confused and said: "I wonder how old the master is? Twenty, thirty, or forty?"
Zhao Yuheng smiled and replied: "Four out of twenty are unparalleled in elegance."
Huang Chengyun smiled and said: "I am the young master of Jiuhua Mountain. I wonder who the master is?"
Zhao Yuheng sneered and said: "On the stage, it all relies on martial arts, only fists and feet, how can you talk about your background."
Seeing Zhao Yuheng's cold words, Huang Chengyun felt that it was boring to talk too much. He took out his sword from its scabbard and said, "What weapon do you use, young master?"
Zhao Yuheng shook his paper fan and said coldly: "If you fight with a vulgar person, use a paper fan; if you fight with a gentleman, use a sword; if you fight with a good friend or brother, use a pair of fists and feet. You are neither a gentleman nor a brother or friend. It’s a paper fan.”
Huang Chengyun was extremely satisfied after hearing this. He stabbed out with his sword, and five white lotuses bloomed.
Zhao Yuheng jumped lightly, took two steps back, turned away from the edge of the sword, folded the paper fan, and pointed at the armpit of Huang Chengyun's right arm, directly accessing the Jiquan point. Huang Chengyun returned his sword to block, then turned the sword's edge, raised the tip of the sword, and aimed directly at Zhao Yuheng's throat. Zhao Yuheng turned sideways, used a paper fan to move Huang Chengyun's sword, and struck out with a palm in the air, hitting his chest. Huang Chengyun saw the wind coming from his palm and ducked sideways. Zhao Yuheng's fingers were as fast as lightning, and he directly took Huang Chengyun's Tanzhong point. Huang Chengyun's eyes were blazing, but he had no time to dodge. The Tanzhong point was hit, and his body trembled. His chest was numb and his qi and blood were blocked. Zhao Yuheng took advantage of the victory to pursue, but with a sudden palm strike, Huang Chengyun fell off the ring with his sword and was defeated.
The young talents in the audience, in their forties and fifties, saw Zhao Yuheng's powerful skills and asked themselves whether they were his match.
One was in exclamation, two were in admiration, one was sighing, one was shaking his head, and he really wanted to part ways on bad terms.
Seeing that Zhao Yuheng had won, Hu Hai stepped forward and said politely: "May I ask where the young master is from?"
Zhao Yuheng returned the greeting: "Tianshui Pavilion."
A son of an aristocratic family said happily: "What a name! There is Jiangnan on the fortress, and a lake is contained in the sky."
Two beauties in bright clothes secretly watched the battle in the attic not far away. After seeing Zhao Yuheng's agile skills and handsome appearance, they looked worried and walked down to the attic, with restless steps all over the floor.
