In the early morning seven days later, on the streets in the center of the capital, a bright red flag was hung on a ring next to the wine shop. On the flag were four big characters: Capital Martial Arts Competition.
Around the arena, heads were moving. In addition to ordinary people, there were also many people from the world. The sound of firecrackers in the arena was crackling, but people were still coming, and the crowd was noisy.
There were three young men in the crowd holding a little girl, standing closest to the ring.
The three young men were Song Yunzhi, Hu Rui and Li Yuze, and the little girl was Hu Rui's sister Hu Yi. Hu Yi was shocked by this scene.
Song Yunzhi was very confused and asked the man beside him:
"Senior, I heard that many famous martial arts warriors will come to this competition. Is it true?"
A martial artist holding a sword in both hands replied:
"Of course, let's take our time and see."
"The time has come, the martial arts competition in the capital has begun, and the competition will be decided by drawing lots," someone announced on the ring. As soon as the words fell, the originally noisy crowd fell silent for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the ring.
"The first game, Yang Biao vs. Du Kang"
The principal retreated, and the two warriors slowly came onto the stage, clasping their fists and saluting in front of the audience, who made a lot of noise.
"There is no suspense in this game. The robbers who were escorted by Mr. Yang did not even dare to get even half a step closer to the escort car. The thirteen robbers who did not know their lives or death intercepted the escort carriage with Mr. Yang's head. In the end, Mr. Yang carried thirteen Who doesn't know that the robber's head is hung on the escort car and returned to the escort office? Who doesn't know?"
"I also think that Yang Biaotou is better."
"I don't think so. Du Wei, the leader of the Qingyun Gang, is a very famous hero in the world. The one he loves most is his only son Du Kang. Du Kang is also quite famous in the world, so he should be good too."
"I think ginger is still spicy when it's old."
"Take your time and watch."
At this time, a sturdy young man stepped onto the ring. The young man had dark skin, a leopard head and eyes, and a broadsword hanging from his waist. He said:
"I'll show you Yang Biao of the Longmen Escort Agency. I won't show any mercy to you."
At this time, a young man of about the age of a young man slowly walked onto the ring. He was dressed in a green shirt and looked dignified. He held a sword hanging from his waist and said with his fists:
"Qingyun, please help Du Kang, please give me some advice."
Yang Biao said: "I went to school first."
Then Yang Biao unsheathed his sword, held the sword in his right hand, and slashed straight at Du Kang. Du Kang jumped up, held the sword in his right hand, and unsheathed the sword. He saw Du Kang holding the sword and catching it hard. Du Kang's sword shook, and Du Kang found it difficult to parry. Biao just made a slash, but Du Kang blocked it with difficulty. Du Kang's arm trembled and he almost lost his grip on the sword.
Yang Biao praised:
"What a good boy, you actually took my sword forcefully. I have the urge to take on a disciple."
Du Kang replied:
"Thank you for your appreciation, senior."
The audience in the audience roared:
"This guy Du Kang is really good. He actually took over Yang Biao's Tiangang Sword Technique."
"This guy Du Kang is really impressive."
"You are so talented but you are so young, you can actually take Yang Biao's sword head-on"
Du Kang took a few steps back, and just as he stabilized his body, Yang Biao took advantage of the situation and struck at Du Kang again. Du Kang thought:
"This knife must not be taken forcefully."
Then Du Kangwei squatted down, dodged, and instantly moved behind Yang Biao, slashing towards Yang Biao. At this time, the audience's emotions were high:
"Okay, boy."
"Let's see how Mr. Yang handles it next."
Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Biao quickly lowered his right hand, then held the handle of the knife with the blade behind his back to block the sword. He turned around in an instant and slashed at Du Kang again. Seeing this, Du Kang took the knife forcefully again. At this time, his arm He was shaking so much that he almost lost his grip on the sword. Du Kang thought:
"If you want to take the initiative to attack, you can't get any benefits from defending."
Then Du Kang actually took the initiative to attack with his sword. Du Kang then stabbed Yang Biao with his sword. Yang Biao blocked it with his sword. Du Kang then slashed and slashed faster and faster. Yang Biao just blocked it and said with a smile:
"You're a good young man, but this round is over." Then there was a commotion from the audience:
"Headguard Yang is about to attack!"
"This guy Du Kang really surprised me. He was able to fight with Mr. Yang for so many rounds."
"This round is over."
Then Yang Biao swung his sword, and the sound of the sword was sonorous and powerful. Just as Du Kang was about to block with his sword, the sword in Yang Biao's hand bounced several feet away and fell to the bottom of the ring. Then Yang Biao pointed the sword at Du Kang and said with a smile:
"You are a formidable young man. He is a good guard. If you accept me as your teacher, I can teach you the Tiangang Sword Technique. What do you think?"
Du Kang cupped his fists and replied:
"Thank you, senior, for your kindness. I appreciate it, but I have no plans for the time being."
Then Du Kang slowly walked off the stage, took the sword that had been thrown away, and left.
A gong and drum sounded,
"In the first game, Yang Biao won."
Yang Biao clasped his fists in salute, and then slowly walked off the stage. At this time, the audience's emotions were high;
"Okay, it's no secret that it's Mr. Yang."
"Well done!"
"Du Kang is really eye-catching, not bad at all."
"Dukang will definitely have a great future."
"Yang Biao's sword skills are unparalleled in the world."
At this time, outside the wine shop next to the ring, I saw a drunken and unshaven young man leaning against the wine shop. He was wearing white clothes and had a sword hanging on his waist. The young man was holding a wine gourd and drinking wine. The young man was full of alcohol. The smell was so conspicuous that the surrounding audience did not want to get close to the sloppy young man. The young man drank wine and said loudly:
"This escort's swordsmanship is mediocre and passable. How can he be said to have the best swordsmanship in the world?"
At this time, everyone was looking at the sloppy young man. A martial artist strode towards the young man angrily, stared at the sloppy young man, and said angrily:
"Who do you think you are? Do you think that if you have a sword, you will become a martial arts hero?"
Just when the martial artist was about to hit someone, the sloppy young man still didn't care. Finally, the martial artist also retracted his hand and said:
"I'm afraid that hitting you will dirty my hands." Then he turned and left.
The people watching the battle around were also making noise;
"Who are you?"
"You're awesome, why don't you do it?"
"You have such a loud tone for such a young age!"
"What about giving guidance to the country??"
"Why don't you go to heaven if you are so awesome?"
The sloppy young man pretended not to have heard anything and didn't care at all, continuing to drink wine comfortably.
At this time, someone announced again in the ring;
"Ma Hongguang vs. Chen He in the second game"
Everyone in the audience looked towards the ring, and no one wanted to chat with this young man who only knew how to talk big words.
At this time, an old man slowly walked out of the stage. The old man was wearing a white robe with a big yin and yang gossip sewn on the white robe. The old man had a goatee, wiped his beard with his hand, and looked at the audience with a smile. Crowds, crowds clamoring again;
"Master of Hunyuan Xingyi Quan; Ma Hongguang"
"Finally, I can see Master Ma's five lightning whips with my own eyes."
"Master Ma, I like you the most!"
"Finally I can see Master Ma boxing in person."
"There are rumors in the world that Master Ma's boxing skills are as good as those of Master Wudang. I don't know whether they are true or not."
"Finally we can see it!"
At this time, another sturdy young man came onto the stage. The young man was bare-chested and his muscle texture was clearly visible. He had a unicorn tattooed on his right shoulder. He slowly raised his fists and saluted the audience;
"Chen He, there are rumors in the world that he has many disciples and has opened a martial arts gym of his own, calling himself the Zhengwei Gang."
"My child is practicing martial arts with him. Anyway, he is a very good gentleman."
"My ten-year-old son learned it from him. I didn't expect that my son Bang Bang would beat me with two punches until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen."
"Brother, what a loving father and filial son!"
At this time, the two people on the stage clasped their fists and saluted each other, and the old man spoke first:
"Young man, I advise you to take care of yourself! Surrender obediently!"
Chen He replied:
"It depends on the senior's ability."
Then Chen He set up a boxing stance, with his left hand in front and his right hand behind. At this time, Ma Hongguang set up a boxing stance, and Rag slowly approached Chen He. The audience in the audience roared;
"Master Ma is about to take action!"
"Look how Chen He dodges."
"Everyone, please stop talking."
On the stage, Chen He was seen striding forward, and Bangbang punched Ma Hongguang's face with two fists. Ma Hongguang was completely helpless and fell straight to the ground, fainting.
"How can it be?"
"Master Ma can't be so vulnerable!"
"The boss of the horse should be given to the juniors. It really is. I cry to death."
Another gong and drum sounded, "Second game, Chen He wins."
At this time, a man ran up on the stage, brought a bucket of water, and poured it on Ma Hongguang. Ma Hongguang was startled and woke up from the cold water.
Ma Hongguang touched his swollen right eye and stood up quickly:
"Young man, don't talk about martial arts. The competition is over. I didn't use the force in that punch just now. If I did, your nose would be flat."
Then Ma Hongguang angrily walked off the stage and left the crowd.
The sloppy young man who was drinking couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. He actually vomited the sip of wine he just drank and threw it at the big and round martial artist beside him. The martial artist glared at the young man, and the young man rubbed his face and said:
"Brother, I'm sorry."
The gongs and drums on the stage were beaten one after another, and several rounds had passed.
Next game, "Hu Rui vs. Fu Haizhi"
A little girl in the audience looked at Hu Rui with a smile:
"Brother, what's your name?"
Song Yunzhi said:
"Senior Brother Hu, how about convincing him?"
Li Yuze also said:
"Brother Hu, come on."
Hu Rui touched the little girl's head:
"It's up to your brother, I'll do it first!"
In the crowd, a young man holding a bamboo flute slowly moved up:
"Move over, senior, it's my turn."
Hu Rui slowly walked towards the ring and gave a fist-cup salute to the audience. The audience was noisy again;
"Who is Hu Rui?"
"Never heard of it."
"You look like a scholar."
"I don't know about martial arts."
"Take your time and watch."
Another man in the crowd, about thirty years old, slowly walked onto the stage. The man was dressed in black robes, with a sword hanging from his waist. The weapon was majestic and his sword eyebrows were vertical.
"Fu Haizhi, the younger brother of Langli Daohun Fu Canghai, this man is amazing!"
"Fu Haizhi was surrounded and killed by the seven thieves of Guiming Valley. In the end, he killed three of them and scared the other four thieves away."
"I don't know who that scholar is."
"He's just an unknown martial artist."
"There is no suspense in this game. I can only say that the boy is unlucky."
Hu Rui cupped his fists:
"I'm Hu Rui, Suishan, please give me some advice!"
Fu Haizhi returned the salute with clasped fists:
"My lord, Fu Haizhi, please come over here, brother." There was another commotion in the audience;
"Suisan Hu Rui?"
"Could he be that disciple?"
"It is rumored that he only had seven disciples, and he was called the Seven Heroes of Suishan."
"That person is not an ordinary person, and that disciple is definitely not an ordinary person."
"There's another good show to watch."
Hu Yi shouted in the audience:
"Brother, we must defeat him! Brother is the most powerful!"
Song Yunzhi said:
"Hu Yi, Yuze, let's stay away."
Then Song Yunzhi took Hu Yi and ran away, followed by Li Yuze.
On the stage, Hu Rui started playing the flute. The sound of the flute was high and passionate, like the water of the Yellow River pouring down. The audience who were very close to the stage covered their ears. The murderous sound of the flute gave the audience a splitting headache. Some of them had a splitting headache. Suddenly he collapsed to the ground. Fu Haizhi had a splitting headache and felt that he was unable to move forward. In an instant, Hu Rui stopped playing, took back his bamboo flute, and stabbed Fu Haizhi with his sword. Fu Haizhi endured the headache and unsheathed his sword, and faced off against Hu Rui. Fu Haizhi slashed at Hu Rui, Hu Rui parried, and they struggled for several times. Fu Haizhi's sword was like a shooting star, stabbing towards Hu Rui. Hu Rui dodged. Fu Haizhi struck Hu Rui with another horizontal slash, and at this time, another sword light struck towards him. Hu Rui, Hu Rui had no time to dodge and was injured in the leg. Then Hu Rui put away his sword and quickly picked up the bamboo flute to play. Suddenly, sand and rocks flew around the area. The sound of the flute was extremely penetrating, making it difficult for Fu Haizhi to get close. Fu Haizhi jumped into the air, swung several sword lights in succession, and slashed at Hu Rui. Seeing that the opportunity was not good, Hu Rui quickly took back his bamboo flute and drew his sword to block. Fu Haizhi landed on the ground and stabbed Hu Rui with his sword. Hu Rui had no time to dodge, and his right shoulder was pierced, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. Hu Rui was about to hold the flute to resist, but Fu Haizhi pointed his sword at Hu Rui and said:
"Brother, you lost!" Hu Rui said slumped to the ground: "Brother Fu's swordsmanship is superb, I admire you." Then Hu Rui stood up and slowly left the stage,
"Fu Hai wins!" The spectators in front of the ring collapsed to the ground. There was another commotion in the audience;
"The sound of Hu Rui's flute is really scary!"
"Hu Rui can actually keep up with Fu Hai in a battle!"
"You can actually crush Fu Haizhi from the front!"
"Fu Hai wins in the end."
Hu Rui got off the stage and walked slowly to Song Yunzhi.
Hu Yi looked at the injured Hu Rui with red eyes:
"Brother, are you okay?"
Hu Rui touched the little girl's head and smiled kindly:
"It's okay, don't worry."
Song Yunzhi said:
"Fu Haizhi is really amazing."
Hu Rui replied:
"It's really difficult."
At this time, another gong and drum sounded;
"The next game is Li Yuze vs. Song Yunzhi."
Song Yunzhi said:
"I'll go, why are we?"
Li Yuze said:
"If senior brother wants to fight, I will give up my position."
Song Yunzhi said:
"I'm not going up, Yuze, you go ahead."
Li Yuze replied:
"No, I don't want to fight. It's better for senior brother to fight."
Li Yuze slowly walked onto the ring and said:
"Li Yuze, surrender." Then he left the stage.
The man who beat the gong said:
"Song Yunzhi wins this game, who is Song Yunzhi please?"
Then a young man in white in the crowd danced:
"I'm here!"
The audience was a bit unresponsive;
"Is this the end?"
"Can you still admit defeat?"
"If you don't fight, don't go up!"
"You still play like this?"
"The finals are coming soon"
The person on stage announced:
"In the finals, the winner will get the prize, which is the sword 'Qingyun' that Li Tiechui spent three years building."
The audience was noisy;
"I wonder which unlucky guy will draw Fu Haizhi"
"The first game of the final, Song Yunzhi vs. Fu Haizhi." A voice came from the stage, and there was another noise from the audience;
"Hahaha, I really hit the jackpot."
"If you can win without fighting, I want to see what he's capable of!"
"He's really unlucky."
Song Yunzhi and Fu Haizhi both slowly came onto the stage and saluted with clasped fists.
Song Yunzhi said: "Go down to Suishan again, Song Yunzhi!"
There was another commotion in the audience;
"It's from Suishan. It should be eye-opening."
"In the past, there was Hu Rui and Fu Hai who couldn't lose in the battle, and now there is Song Yunzhi."
"Look at what Song Yunzhi is capable of."
The competition in the ring was about to begin. Song Yunzhi flicked the folding fan in his hand and sent out seven flying needles, shooting towards Fu Haizhi. Fu Haizhi struck out several rays of sword light and slashed at several flying needles. Li Yuze took out another hidden weapon that looked like a lotus and threw it at Fu Haizhi. The hidden weapon bloomed like a lotus and the petals flew towards Fu Haizhi like blades. Fu Haizhi blocked with his sword. Unexpectedly, there was a tubular weapon under Song Yunzhi's left wrist. , fired a flying needle at Fu Canghai, Fu Haizhi ducked sideways to avoid the attack, and was almost hit. The flying needle shot at Fu Canghai's feet, and then Song Yunzhi raised his left hand forward and ran quickly to the side. Fu Haizhi saw that the opportunity was not good, Jumping up, he didn't expect that the flying needle was actually made of a silk thread that was invisible to the naked eye. If Fu Haizhi didn't avoid it in time, his feet would be scratched. Fu Haizhi jumped up and struck Song Yunzhi with several sword rays. Song Yunzhi raised his left hand forward, retracted his left hand, and instantly jumped to the side of the flying needle, dodging several sword rays. Everyone in the audience was frightened;
"This guy is so cruel!"
"I just noticed a thread."
"Disciple Suishan, a member of the Tang Sect!"
Song Yunzhi moved his hand casually, and the hidden weapon like a lotus recovered and returned to Song Yunzhi's waist. Fu Haizhi landed, then waved the sword in his hand and ran towards Song Yunzhi. Fu Haizhi suppressed Song Yunzhi with his sword, but Song Yunzhi blocked with his fan and found it difficult to resist. Fu Haizhi was about to chop at Song Yunzhi, but Song Yunzhi was the first to give in:
"Admit defeat, admit defeat, and stop fighting."
Another sound of gongs and drums sounded, "Fu Hai's victory!" Both of them got off the stage, and there was another commotion in the audience;
"Fu Haizhi wins again."
"Fu Hai is undoubtedly the winner this time."
"The last few are not enough."
Song Yunzhi stepped down:
"Hey, Fu Haizhi is really superb in swordsmanship!"
Hu Rui replied:
"You're fine, not injured."
Song Yunzhi said:
"I give up quickly."
Next to the wine shop in the distance, there is still the sloppy young man:
"My swordsmanship is average, but I can still see it."
The audience next to them stared at the sloppy young man again;
"LOL."
"Just you? Can you beat Li Jianxian or Fu Haizhi?"
"I'm too lazy to talk to you!"
"You have a strong mouth!"
The sloppy young man still ignored him and drank alone.
Round after round, many of the warriors who competed with Fu Haizhi could not withstand two rounds. In the end, only Chen He and Yang Biao were left.
A person slowly walked out of the crowd. He was wearing a red robe and a mask, and he was walking slowly.
"It's the Red Hero."
"Really."
"Is it possible that the Red Hero also wants to enter the ring?"
Hongyu seemed at a loss listening to what the audience said, and replied:
"I'm just here to watch the battle. I'm late. Is it almost over?"
Song Yunzhi saw Hongyu waving her hands: "Brother Hong, look at this!"
Hong Yu turned her head, and everyone looked at Song Yunzhi;
Hongyu slowly walked towards Song Yunzhi and said with a smile: "Brother Song, are you okay?"
Everyone looked at Song Yunzhi, as well as Li Yuze and Hu Rui next to Song Yunzhi, and whispered;
"I said, it turns out these guys and Fu Haizhi fought together."
"I also know the Red Hero."
"It seems they are very familiar."
"The little brother who took the initiative to admit defeat should also be one of the Seven Heroes of Suishan."
Then they started chatting, not like they had just met once.
Another sound came from the distance;
"Yang Biao versus Chen He."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the arena.
The two warriors clasped their fists and saluted each other. When Yang Biao saw that Chen He was not carrying a weapon, he asked:
"Fighting with bare hands?"
Chen He replied:
"Tou Yang, even though you are holding a knife, what if I win if I grab the blade?"
Yang Biao replied proudly:
"you said."
Then Yang Biao and Chen He started fighting. Yang Biao didn't hesitate to slash at Chen He with his knife. After several rounds, Chen He still dodged. Chen He was accidentally kicked to the ground by Yang Biao.
Yang Biao sheathed his sword, squatted slightly in front of Chen He and asked:
"Is it okay, brother, do you think I win?"
Then Chen He took advantage of Yang Biao's inattention and cut off his descendants with one kick. He actually made Yang Biao wince in pain. Then he took Yang Biao's knife and said with a smile:
"I won!"
The audience was in mourning;
"You don't have martial ethics!"
"This move severely injured escort leader Yang's brother."
Everyone in the audience laughed, and a sound of gongs and drums was heard;
"Chen He wins, the next game is really the deciding game, Chen He versus Fu Canghai."
At this time, two people from the escort agency ran up to the stage and lifted Yang Biao down.
Chen He quickly stepped down: "I admit defeat."
Then there was another announcement:
"Fu Haizhi won this Beijing martial arts competition."
Then two people brought a finely carved box with a jade unicorn carved on it. Inside the box was the Qingyun Sword. Then he handed it to Fu Haizhi, who clasped his fists and saluted.
The audience suddenly became noisy;
"Fu Hai's swordsmanship is superb!"
"Fu Haizhi's swordsmanship is unrivaled!"
Then the sloppy young man who was leaning next to the wine shop and drinking stood up and said with a smile:
"Superior swordsmanship? You have the skills of a three-legged cat and you still claim to be invincible?"
The crowd was noisy again;
"still you?"
"Why are you so thick-faced?"
Then the martial arts warrior who wanted to beat this young man from the beginning couldn't bear it anymore and quickly drew his sword out of its sheath: "I won't let you have a memory!"
Song Yunzhi patted Hong Yu on the shoulder: "Brother Hong, it's exciting this time."
Hongyu replied: "I clearly feel that this sloppy man has extraordinary internal strength."
Fu Haizhi walked slowly in front of the drunkard and asked, "Sir, why do you call me a three-legged cat with swordsmanship for no reason?"
The martial artist next to him pointed his sword at the drunkard: "Master Fu, you can't talk nonsense with this kind of person, I'd better kill him!"
The sloppy drunkard replied: "You need to practice more, there are too many flaws."
Fu Haizhi replied: "Can you spar with me? I want to see how your swordsmanship is."
The sloppy man smiled and said, "Okay, you go on stage!"
The crowd was making a lot of noise;
"A guy who doesn't know how to live or die."
"This kind of person has a tough temper and can't change without being taught a lesson!"
"Maybe he is indeed a master."
"I saw too many budding masters today, so I think it's possible."
"Some masters like not to let others know."
"How is it possible? Look at him like this, he doesn't have the airs of a master, he's just a fool."
"Stop talking, there's a good show again. Look, that guy who doesn't know how to live or die is on stage."
The sloppy young man in white put the wine gourd on his waist, drew his sword from its sheath, and slowly walked onto the ring.
Fu Haizhi smiled and said: "Your Excellency, take action first."
The sloppy young man raised the corners of his mouth and walked slowly towards Fu Haizhi. Then the young man in white, and several invisible figures in white slowly appeared around him. His internal energy overflowed like spring water, and the figure followed the young man in white and walked slowly towards Fu Haizhi. Fu Haizhi's pupils widened in surprise:
"Green Lotus Sword Jue? No, absolutely impossible!" The audience in the audience were stunned;
"The inner strength is so strong!"
"The Green Lotus Sword Technique?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Hongyu and Hu Rui all looked at the ring, Hongyu said:
"The Green Lotus Sword Technique is absolutely unmistakable!"
Song Yunzhi was confused:
"Could it be Li Weile, Daxia Li?"
Hu Rui said:
"It's true, no one knows the Green Lotus Sword Technique, except Li Weile."
Hu Rui asked Hongyu:
"Brother Hong, are you sure it's really the Qinglian Sword Technique?"
Hongyu replied:
"I saw him with my own eyes."
On the ring, the young man in white waved his sword casually, and immediately several figures in white dispersed, as if they were all spiritual, and they all used various moves to attack Fu Haizhi. Fu Haizhi blocked with difficulty and was about to slash at the young man in white. Unexpectedly, the young man in white suddenly came to Fu Haizhi's side, catching Fu Haizhi off guard.
Fu Haizhi was shocked:
"when?"
Fu Haizhi was about to slash at the young man in white with his sword. In an instant, the young man in white who had just teleported to Fu Haizhi turned into a white figure. He only heard a voice from behind:
"Young man, don't stare at one place."
Just as Fu Haizhi was about to turn around, he was almost knocked down by a kick.
At this time, another voice came from behind:
"Young students, how many times have I told you, don't just focus on one place."
Fu Haizhi quickly turned around and saw the young man in white. Unexpectedly, the young man in white suddenly turned into a figure and punched Fu Haizhi in the face from Fu Haizhi's left side. As soon as Fu Haizhi recovered, he saw several figures in white striking towards Fu Haizhi from above Fu Haizhi's head. Fu Haizhi was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, but he didn't expect that nothing happened. After he opened his eyes, he only saw the young man in white sitting on the ground in the distance, eating melon seeds.
The young man in white said:
"As I said, swordsmanship is not good enough yet, you still need to practice."
Fu Haizhi quickly stood up and clasped his fists and replied:
"Thank you for your advice, senior. It's strange that the younger generation is too blind to recognize Mount Tai."
The young man in white looked at the martial artist in the audience who was about to chop him down and asked:
"I'm right." The warrior nodded vigorously with sweat dripping from fear.
Then the young man in white slowly walked off the stage, drank from a wine gourd, and walked slowly among the crowd. Fu Haizhi shouted:
"Senior, are you Qinglian Ranger, Li Weile, Li Daxia?"
The young man in white stopped and replied:
"Yes, it's me. Do you want to buy me a drink?"
Fu Haizhi was very excited:
"Senior, I will invite you if you come! I have admired Hero Li since I was a child."
The man in white replied:
"Hey, don't get too close, you look older than me!"
Fu Haizhi clasped his fists again and said with a smile:
"Senior, I'll buy you a drink!"
Li Weile's eyes shone:
"Really? I'll come over right now."
Then he quickly ran to Fu Haizhi, and then they both entered the wine shop. Everyone still lingered, staring at the wine shop quietly. Some of the judges also ran into the wine shop, and it was rare to see a living Daxia Li.
Ruby farewell:
"Brothers, I'm leaving first."
Hu Rui and others left one after another.
On the way, Hu Rui and his party walked slowly on the streets of the capital. Night had fallen. Hu Rui said:
"Stay one more night and we should go back to Suishan."
Song Yunzhi said:
"It's time to go back."
Hu Yi said:
"Brother, do you really want to leave? When will you come next time?"
Li Yuze replied:
"quickly."
As night fell, Li Weile and Fu Haizhi were in a wine shop. Li Weile casually took out a piece of rice paper, asked the wine shop to borrow a brush, and then wrote a poem on the rice paper:
The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
Gave it to Fu Haizhi.
Then the two of them left the restaurant one after another. Li Weile said: "Thank you for the hospitality, brother. We are destined to see you again." Fu Haizhi clasped his fists and said, "See you again if we are destined to!"
The next day, in the early morning, the three of them left the place where they lived and walked towards Suishan.
In a bamboo forest, there was a young man in white clothes with a sword hanging from his waist. He was drinking wine and walking slowly in the bamboo forest. The young man composed a poem:
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Hello. When I was leisurely passing by Xinling to drink, I took off my sword and stretched my knees forward.
He will be eating Zhu Hai while holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win. Three cups of vomiting promise will make the five mountains seem lighter.
After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and energy are born. He waved the golden hammer to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first.
The two heroes of Qianqiu are famous in Daliang City. Even if the bones of a dead hero are fragrant, I will not be ashamed of the heroes in the world.
The next story begins with a country boy!
Who didn’t have a martial arts dream when they were young, and dreamed of fighting a sword to the end of the world!
