The martial arts arena is about ten feet long and seven or eight feet wide.
There are green mountains to the east, lotus ponds to the west, pavilions on the north and south sides, and a platform about two or three feet high in the middle. From a rough look, it is square. The platform and platform are all paved with square and flat hemp stones. There are some small grasses dotted between the gaps between the stones, and it looks light green from a distance, giving a feeling of "the color of grass looks far away but is not there up close". Although some of the stones are lightly smeared with mud and moss over the years, the axe-cut marks are still very new. They were all added in recent years. Inadvertently, they make the other stones look even more aged.
When the heroes came to the martial arts field and saw such a majestic stone field, it was not difficult to imagine how beautiful and lofty the Feihe Sect was when it was founded. They all felt open-minded and their desire to worship martial arts doubled.
Disciples of the Feihe Sect were busy on the edge of the field, building temporary awnings using smoked bamboo and cloth.
I saw Jiang Yulang walking slowly accompanied by Master Heu Xingkong, Master Zhizhi, Xie Mubai, Bao Dalei and other elders. Seeing that the pergola in the middle of the north had been built and put up stools and chairs, he warmly invited the elders. The visitor went to take a seat to show his incomparable respect for the four words "high moral character and high respect".
When all the pergolas that should be built are built, heroes from all walks of life, either with gangs, sects, or personal lofty reputations, under the guidance of disciples of the Feihe Sect, take their positions and find their own place.
Jiang Yulang saw that the eyes of all the heroes were shining brightly, as if he had a wish that good things would come true quickly, so he also thought about the good things about becoming an adult. He stood up and invited Master Hexinkong and Master Mingzhi to come to the stage to preside over the conference.
Master Hexinkong is an eminent monk who participates in the martial arts competition as a Buddhist. He realizes that he is here to help with the martial arts. He has no intention of doing something other than a guest. Seeing that Master Mingzhi had no intention of going on stage, he smiled and said: "Master Jiang, there is no need to be so polite. I think we, the ignorant and old people outside, came today just to watch the ceremony and congratulate us, but we don't have to go on stage to perform. It would be embarrassing." "
Jiang Yulang said: "It is too outrageous for the Zong to say such things."
Master Mingzhi said: "Master Jiang, don't keep the heroes waiting. Please do something important."
Jiang Yulang said: "That's it...I obey." He clasped his fists at the people, walked away from the pergola, and walked straight to the stage in the center of the venue. He walked up the two stone steps and said loudly: "My friends are invited."
At this time, the wind was strong, and all the heroes were scattered around, whispering and talking, but Jiang Yulang's words came to everyone's ears clearly. Some people turned their heads, some turned around, some left their seats, and all stood, with slightly cupped hands and fists, focusing their friendly and unfriendly eyes on the middle of the field, falling on Jiang Yulang, and said one after another: " Master Jiang, please!"
Jiang Yulang went up the stone steps, walked to the middle of the stage, clasped his fists and said: "My friends, you all think highly of me, Jiang, and I'm so grateful to come to the village as invited. I must have known about this martial arts conference before you came here. The true intention. That is to form an alliance with the heroes of the world, work together with one heart and one mind, attack Dragon King Mountain, the main altar of the Dragon Slayer Association, and wipe out in one fell swoop the evil that has poisoned the martial arts world for decades."
Hundreds of people in the audience almost said in unison: "I heard it, I heard it."
"Heroes, please take your seats." After the heroes were seated, Jiang Yulang changed the topic and said loudly: "In recent years, there have been many bizarre murders in the martial arts world, and countless knights and heroes have been killed one after another. Every time After hearing this, everyone was heartbroken and wanted to find out who the perpetrator was. However, all the victims were brutally killed, and the perpetrators were fleeting, and there was no trace of it, so there was no way to start and nothing to do. "The tone is full of sorrow, which makes people feel the same.
Most of the heroes scattered around the venue sighed sadly.
"Yes! Yes! Every time when I feel sad, I feel that I might be next. I am worried every day and have trouble sleeping and eating."
"They were all upright and heroic for decades, but suddenly they suffered misfortunes and died inexplicably. They were all heartbroken."
"I can't find the real culprits and avenge them, and my heart is always like a knife."
"We have never stopped searching for the cause of their death, but no matter how hard we try, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, with no clue."
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Jiang Yulang waited for the venue to become quiet, and then continued: "A few months ago, Jiang Daogong, the chief escort of Jiangnan Longwei Escort Bureau, was assassinated. At first, I didn't know who did it or what the motive was. But things were very complicated. Soon there was a turning point, and the evildoer came forward voluntarily without asking for help, and confessed to the heinous evil deeds."
The venue suddenly became noisy and full of voices.
A man in the west shouted loudly: "Who does evil in secret but doesn't bring it upon themselves? Who is so hopelessly stupid?"
A man approaching also echoed loudly: "Master Jiang, did we hear wrongly?"
The implication of this response is very clear. If you, Jiang Yulang, were not hopelessly stupid, we must have heard wrong.
Jiang Yulang smiled faintly and said loudly: "When Jiang Daogong was about to die, he wrote a will on the ground with blood, and he wanted to pass the position of chief escort of Longwei Escort Bureau to the young hero Bai Yutian of Chunyang Clan. That evildoer Seeing that Bai Shaoxia was not only strong in martial arts, but also shrewd and capable, he was afraid that something might happen and left hidden dangers, so he used the same method to assassinate Bai Shaoxia. Fortunately, Jiren had his own destiny, and Master Bai was able to escape, and he learned that the person who plotted against Jiang Daogong was Zhang Yifan. With Qin Haoming."
A man shouted loudly: "Master Jiang, even if you know that Jiang Daogong was harmed by Zhang Yifan and Qin Haoming, you can't say that it was the Dragon Slayer Club?"
Jiang Yulang said: "The Longwei Escort escorted the tribute silver to Beijing. The Dragon Slaying Society made many attacks and plunders along the way, but they were all defeated. During this period, many of the followers who had been forced to join the Dragon Slaying Society were accidentally captured and chose to follow the evil path. Only then did the evil organization Dragon Slaying Society, a mysterious evil organization with good deeds and whereabouts, be exposed to the world. It has been proven many times that most of the murders of those heroes in the martial arts world in the past were caused by the Dragon Slaying Society. "
Someone said loudly: "So, Jiang Daogong died a good death!"
Zhang Fengxiang shouted angrily: "Ji Zhaohui, why are you talking nonsense?"
Ji Zhaohui said: "Master Zhang, I was talking nonsense." He then stood up and shouted loudly: "Excuse me, everyone here, if Jiang Daogong had not died, if Jiang Daogong was still alive, who knew there was a dragon-slaying guild in the world? "Seeing many people saying "Yes" and "Yes" non-stop, he immediately said confidently: "Since the death of Jiang Daogong led to the Dragon Slaying Society, Jiang Daogong must have died well and was worth it."
Someone shouted: "Ji Zhaohui, even if Jiang Daogong is worthy of death, you still can't say that."
Ji Zhaohui said: "I'm just telling the truth. Good or bad, you just heard it. Why should you take it seriously?"
The man said: "Words come from your mouth and words come from your heart. Can you not take it seriously?"
Ji Zhaohui said: "I tell you what I say, and you listen to yours. Just let it go in the left ear and out the right ear."
The man said: "You said it so lightly."
Ji Zhaohui said: "Talking and drinking water are the easiest things in the world. How can we not say it lightly?"
The man said: "If someone from the Longwei Escort Bureau said, 'Your father died because his son didn't have enough to eat,' would you be able to put it in one ear and out the other?"
Ji Zhaohui was slightly startled and shouted angrily: "Who dares to say such words, I will tear his mouth to pieces."
Jiang Longwei then took over the words and said loudly: "From what this brother said, it turns out that Ji Zhaohui's father died early because he was unwilling to share food with his father and starved to death alive." He quickly looked around the venue. , and then shouted loudly: "All the heroes say that raising children will prevent old age and hoard grain to prevent hunger. If Ji Zhaohui does this, is he worse than a beast?"
The man said: "Ji Zhaohui, Mr. Jiang, the head of the Longwei Escort Bureau, has said this now. Go and tear his mouth apart! Don't talk like farts."
Ji Zhaohui shouted angrily: "You!"
A man from the east shouted: "Good words are listened to, but bad words are like farts. Ji Zhaohui is not the only one who does this."
The man raised his hand towards the person who answered the call and said cheerfully: "This brother is really wise."
Ji Zhaohui had already sat down, but immediately stood up and said, "Jiang Longwei, please say what you just said again, I think you have the guts."
Jiang Longwei smiled and replied: "Ji Zhaohui, I don't know which sentence you didn't hear clearly. Do you need me to say it again?"
The man said loudly: "That's the sentence: Your father died because his son didn't have enough to eat."
This man spoke so viciously that he scolded Jiang Longwei in a roundabout way.
Jiang Longwei pretended not to know, and said to Ji Zhaohui: "Ji Zhaohui, if he said this sentence so loudly, you should have heard it very clearly. I don't need to say it anymore." He blocked the words.
Ji Zhaohui walked away from his seat, came out of the pergola, jumped up to the platform in the middle of the venue, forced Jiang Yulang down, and shouted to Jiang Longwei: "Jiang Longwei, just talk and don't practice fake moves. If you If you are really talented, just come up to the stage and let your grandpa and I tear your mouth apart."
Just as Jiang Longwei was about to get up, Han Sitong said: "Chief escort, there is no need for you to do anything to this little boy, just let me go on stage and tear his mouth open." Before Jiang Longwei could reply, the two of them jumped onto the stage and said loudly : "Ji Zhaohui, you spoke harshly first and deliberately provoked me last. If you don't want to die in an ugly way, get off the stage quickly and admit your mistake to Mr. Jiang, so as not to dirty my hands."
Ji Zhaohui admitted that there was nothing wrong with him, so he punched Han Sitong in the face very quickly and violently.
Han Sitong stepped back, raised his hands and fists around the stage, and said loudly: "Heroes, you have seen that he is looking for death, but he cannot blame others."
A man from the south shouted: "If you go to the competition stage, there are those who will leave the stage without seeing the winner or lose. Just fight."
Ji Zhaohui seemed to agree with this sentence. He unsheathed the sword at his waist and struck Han Sitong's chest with a move "Shocking Everyone". The white light flashed and was as fast as lightning.
Han Sitong jumped back two steps, pulled out the "blocking knife", won the battle, and fought together.
Suddenly the figure flashed, the sword light was real, the sword shadow was slicing, and the crackling sound filled the table, which was heart-breaking.
Jiang Yulang stood under the stage and was about to go on stage to persuade him, but he let out a breath of cold air in his heart. Ji Zhaohui suddenly missed with a sword thrust, and Han Sitong cut off his arm with a backhand slash. Then he was kicked in the abdomen by Han Sitong, and he flew off the stage and fell to the ground unable to get up. He hurriedly summoned four disciples and carried Ji Zhaohui away for treatment.
