Xu Shouguang followed Big Beard into the Huixian Manor. This Huixian Manor is worthy of being the seat of the Dazhou Salt Gang. It is truly extraordinary. It has both the elegance of Jiangnan architecture and the boldness of Northern architecture. Every brick and tile is revealed. The atmosphere of the world. Xu Shouguang was walking on a path paved with bluestones. On both sides of the path were an osmanthus forest and a rockery. It was the season when the osmanthus was in full bloom. There were small white flowers hanging among the dense green leaves, and there was a faint fragrance in the distance. Come.
Passing through the rockery and sweet-scented osmanthus forest, at the end of the path is a magnificent hall. The top of the hall is paved with glazed tiles, which sparkles in the sunlight and looks very gorgeous. There is an immortal sitting on the eaves around the hall, and behind each immortal are five ridged beasts. In the main hall, the memorial tablets of past leaders of the Dazhou Salt Gang are enshrined, with incense and smoke filling the hall. Below the tablet is a large Taishi chair, on which a short, stocky, well-dressed, black-faced man sits, looking very majestic. There were four chairs lined up on the left and right sides of the hall, with seven people sitting on them. Only the last chair was empty, presumably for Xu Shouguang.
The bearded man brought Xu Shouguang into the hall, then stepped forward and whispered a few words in the black-faced man's ear. The dark-faced man couldn't help but look at Xu Shouguang while listening. Gradually, the dark-faced man's eyes gradually brightened, his back straightened, and finally he stood up from the Taishi chair, cupped his fists with both hands, and said: "The leader of the Dazhou Salt Gang in Xiazhou Song Dahe, dare I ask this young hero his name?"
"I met Gang Leader Song, Xu Shouguang in Xiajiazhou." Xu Shouguang answered with his fists clasped.
"Oh? The young monk also studied Buddhism in Lingyun Temple in Jiazhou and lived there for some time. Why have he never heard of a number one person named Xu?" Before Song Dahe could answer, the person sitting on the first chair on the right The person who was sitting spoke first.
Xu Shouguang looked at the man and saw that he was about forty years old, wearing a red monk's robe, a yellow monk's hat, a beard, a resolute face, and a monk's attire. Seeing that the monk spoke so rudely, Xu Shouguang was not used to it and replied: "There are thousands of eminent monks in the world, but I have never heard of the master..."
"Zhaxi Cairen, the leader of the Flame Knife Sect, is a young monk. Although he dare not claim to be an eminent monk, heroes from all walks of life in the world would give him a thumbs-up. I just don't know what sect Master Xu is from and who he studies under?"
"I have many masters. I wonder which one the master is talking about?"
"Hmph! The young monk came from Tubo. Along the way, he met countless deceivers. Although Gang Leader Song is open-minded, he must be careful not to be deceived by bad people!" After saying that, he looked at Xu Shouguang with ill intentions.
"Alas, I don't know, Master. Xu Shaoxia just defeated the Khitan warrior Hu Jiangu in just three moves at the door. Although the Khitan warrior is not as good as everyone here, he is also very brave..."
"Oh? Then you might as well ask Almsgiver Xu to show off his skills and open up the young monk's horizons!"
Fan Monk's words obviously aroused Song Dahe's interest. He clapped his hands and said, "Great! But since we are showing off our martial arts skills, why don't everyone here come too..." As he said that, he looked around, He frowned, pointed to an osmanthus tree outside the hall and said: "It's just that the space in this hall is small and small. Song is worried that the heroes can't perform their best. Why don't you follow Song to move outside the hall and use the osmanthus tree to For example, how about using your own methods?"
The guests followed the host as they pleased. Now that Song Dahe had spoken, everyone present also followed Song Dahe to the outside of the hall. After everyone stood still, Song Dahe clapped his hands and saw a servant holding a plate with both hands. The plate was covered with a piece of red silk. Song Dahe pulled the red silk and a plate full of white silver was displayed in front of everyone. .
"Since all the heroes want to show off their martial arts skills, Song will also add a bonus. There are one hundred taels of silver here. Whichever hero has the best skills, these one hundred taels will be his!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone felt that the Dazhou Salt Gang was generous and eager to try.
"Then we come first!" A deep and rough voice shouted. Xu Shouguang followed the sound and saw that the speaker was eight feet tall. He was wrapped in tendon meat in a tiger skin jacket. He was dressed as a hunter and had a very fierce face. Behind him, there was another little man dressed as a hunter.
"It turns out to be brothers Xie Wei and Xie Meng!" After Song Dahe said this, he made an invitation gesture.
Xie Wei cupped his fists at Song Dahe and walked straight to the osmanthus tree. There are three stone locks under the tree, large, medium and small. They are probably used by members of the Salt Gang for daily practice. The small stone lock is about the size of a pomegranate and weighs twenty kilograms; the medium stone lock is about the size of a watermelon and weighs eighty kilograms; and the large stone lock is about the size of a millstone. Size, weight one hundred and twenty pounds. Without any ambiguity, Xie Wei directly picked up the largest stone lock among them with one hand, shouted loudly, and his arm muscles swelled in a circle. Then he threw the stone lock into the air with force, and saw the stone lock as big as a millstone flying immediately. Over the tops of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Before the big stone lock could fall, another little man dressed as a hunter, Xie Meng, took out a pair of flying stone ropes from his waist and threw it towards the stone lock in the air. The flying stone rope accurately hit the stone lock. Two small stones at both ends and ropes tied the big stone lock firmly to the highest point of the trunk of the osmanthus tree. The heavy stone lock immediately bent the top of the osmanthus tree. The rustling of the leaves and the creaking of the trunk were endless. Finally, the trunk at the top of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree could no longer support the weight and broke with a click. The stone lock fell heavily, while Xie Wei below stood still and raised his right arm to securely hold the 120-kilogram stone lock. live.
"Okay!" Song Dahe clapped his hands and cheered, "Brother Xie Wei is so strong! Brother Xie Meng is so good! He is indeed a tiger-fighting hero!"
At this time, Xie Wei had also put down the stone lock and came back. He cupped his fists at everyone and said, "I'll make everyone laugh."
"Humph, it's just barely enough to see!" The big man standing on Xu Shouguang's right laughed.
Xu Shouguang looked to the right and saw that this big man was tall, over nine feet long, a bit stronger than Xie Wei just now. The big man swayed to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and kicked the stone lock out a foot. Outside, the big man bowed forward, hugged the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with his unusually thick left arm, shouted loudly, and saw veins popping up all over his body, his left arm became even thicker, and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree The tree also slowly tilted backwards, the soil on the ground was turned, and the roots of the tree were exposed. At this time, the big man suddenly exerted force, and the entire osmanthus tree was uprooted.
"Supernatural power, divine power! It is said that the left arm of Song Qian, the one-armed diamond, was borrowed from the Third Prince Nezha. When I saw it today, it turned out to be true!" Song Dahe was stunned by this huge power and kept praising it.
"Then let me show you my skills!" The person who spoke was a handsome man in a white shirt. Seeing that brothers Xie Wei, Xie Meng, and the one-armed Vajra Song Qian had shown their abilities, he couldn't hold it in any longer and raised the question. Gong then stood up. I saw this man straight up his bow and arrows, and fired five arrows in the direction of the one-armed Vajra Song Qian. These five arrows were like meteors, passing through the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that Song Qian was holding, and flying against Song Qian's body. He walked over and nailed it firmly to the pillar behind.
"Hahaha! I'm afraid Brother Hua Fan failed in his performance and didn't hit a single arrow..." Xie Wei smiled maliciously. He spoke very loudly, just to let Song Dahe hear him.
However, before he could finish his words, Xie Meng behind him tugged his sleeve hard. Xie Wei looked back, bent down sideways, and put his ear close to Xie Meng. Xie Meng stood on tiptoes and whispered to Xie Wei: "Shh... what he shot was not a human..."
"oh?"
"What he shot was Osmanthus..." After saying that, Xie Meng pouted at the pillar.
Xie Wei looked towards the pillar in confusion and saw a small white flower between the five arrows.
"His first arrow hit the heart of the sweet-scented osmanthus flower and nailed the sweet-scented osmanthus flower to the pillar behind. The other four arrows hit the four petals of the sweet-scented osmanthus flower. This is an amazing arrow!" Xie Meng whispered in Xie Wei's ear.
"Excellent archery skills! Wonderful! No wonder people call him Sai Wenhou. Brother Hua Fan has good archery skills!" Song Dahe clapped his hands and praised.
"Thank you for the compliment, Leader Song!" Sailu Bu Hua Fan put away his bow and arrows, raised his hands to Song Dahe, and bowed slightly.
"The flower donor is so clever, and the young monk is here to show off his shame." After saying this, the monk Tashi Cairen on the side flew towards Song Qian who was hugging the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Song Qiangang was just passed by the arrow and was startled. Seeing that Fan Monk was coming again, he didn't know what his intention was, so he simply threw the osmanthus tree in his arms towards Fan Monk. Song Qian was so strong that the osmanthus tree flew towards Fan Seng very quickly and was about to hit him on the chest. Fan Seng placed his hands on his chest to form a seal, condensed his true energy into a saber energy, and then faced the flying osmanthus tree. With a strong wave, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree was instantly split into two pieces by the cold sword energy. Sparks appeared at the fracture, and soon it started to burn.
"The Flaming Knife! This must be the Flaming Knife, the Tubo martial arts secret! I'm lucky enough to see it today, it's really eye-opening!" Song Dahe exclaimed.
Hearing Song Dahe's praise, Monk Fan was very proud. Then he looked at Xu Shouguang and made an invitation gesture: "Donor Xu, it's your turn!"
Seeing that Monk was nodding at himself again, Xu Shouguang was not in a hurry. He put his hand into his arms and quietly took out two flying needles from his wishful bag. Then he turned around and popped out the flying needles towards the burning osmanthus tree. , I saw two flying needles, like meteors in the daytime, sinking into the two broken tree trunks in an instant. Then, a strong wind came and extinguished the two burning fires.
"It's a dry day today. Master, if you set a fire here, wouldn't you be afraid of getting rid of the water?" Xu Shouguang raised his eyebrows at Monk Fan.
"Flying Needle! You...you are from the Tang Sect!"
"This monk is quite knowledgeable..." Xu Shouguang said in his heart, but did not answer.
"Xu Shaoxia is indeed a young hero!" Song Dahe gave a thumbs up.
"People are moved alive, trees are moved to death, and the grass and trees are still alive. It's better to let the poor Taoist help them return to their places..." said the Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe holding a fly whisk in one hand. The Taoist slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, swept the whisk forward in his hand, and muttered something in his mouth, and saw that the two sections of the osmanthus tree that were originally disconnected started to move on their own, and the two sections of the osmanthus tree slowly moved closer. Put together again. Then the reassembled osmanthus tree slowly floated into the air, slowly drifting towards the pit where it was originally located. After floating above the pit, it turned its direction again and plunged downwards into the pit, steadily. Standing there.
"Taoist Master Dugu has great tricks! Could this be Maoshan's ghost control technique?" Song Dahe was so impressed that he fell to the ground.
"Xiao Bai, what is the art of controlling ghosts?" Xu Shouguang asked in a low voice.
"The art of controlling ghosts, the art of controlling ghosts, is naturally the Taoist art of controlling imps. You just saw the tree trunks put together and returned to their positions. In fact, it was the old Taoist priest who controlled a few imps to lift the two sections of tree trunks, and then inserted them back into the pit. ..”
"Can this sweet-scented osmanthus tree survive if I do this?"
"Of course it won't survive. If the tree doesn't fall, it's actually the kid under the tree who's holding it up. After a while, when the old Taoist takes the kid in, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree will naturally fall down..."
"This is nothing special..."
"That is, compared to Zhang Tianshi, this old Taoist priest is far behind..."
Xu Shouguang and Xiaobai were talking quietly here. Over there, the monk came to Song Dahe and performed a monk's salute, but his eyes were always fixed on the plate of silver: "Gang Leader Song, these people have already shown their skills. Please give Gang Leader Song a review..."
"Master, don't be anxious. Once Mr. Yuli finishes demonstrating his swordsmanship, we will evaluate it together..." Song Dahe said while looking at the swordsman who was standing still. The swordsman wore a loose Japanese costume, with a long scar on his face, and held a Tang sword in his arms.
After hearing this, Monk Fan said to the swordsman on the side: "Mr. Yuli, please come quickly!"
However, after a long time, there was still no movement from the Japanese swordsman.
"Why don't you move?" Monk asked impatiently.
"Swordsmanship is for killing enemies, not for showing off!" the Japanese swordsman said in blunt Chinese.
"Hmph! I guess you don't have real ability, and you are afraid that I will wait for a joke." Fan Seng sarcastically said.
The Japanese swordsman ignored him and just stood there with his eyes closed.
"Hmph! Arrogant! Just let the young monk try your methods on behalf of Gang Leader Song!" Fan Monk said angrily when he saw that the Japanese swordsman ignored him. After saying that, he condensed his inner strength into a sword energy and threw it at the Japanese swordsman. The Japanese swordsman felt a murderous aura. He opened his eyes suddenly, took out the Tang sword in his hand, slashed two swords across the air in front of him, and split the air wave of the flaming sword into three pieces. The broken air waves rubbed against the Japanese sword. The swordsman's clothes flew over and hit the pillar behind him, leaving three deep scratches.
"Wait a minute, you two, we are all brothers, don't hurt the harmony!" Seeing the two of them fighting, Song Dahe quickly acted as a peacemaker, completely unlike him who started this matter. After hearing this, the Japanese swordsman put away the Tang sword and stood back beside Song Dahe. But when Monk Fan saw that the Japanese swordsman had some skills, and Song Dahe was mediating in the middle, he also borrowed the donkey from the slope and stopped talking.
Seeing that both the Fan monks and the Japanese swordsmen listened to his words, Song Dahe was very satisfied. He cleared his throat and said: "I am fortunate to see the skills of all heroes today. Song is very impressed. With your help, we will soon be able to You can kill the ghost birds and restore peace to Tangchang County! However, if you have to judge Song, Song is really in a bit of a dilemma. Everyone has their own methods. Otherwise, divide the one hundred taels into eight parts, and each person How about getting one?”
As soon as he said this, Song Qian, the One-Armed King Kong, immediately quit. He pointed at Brother Xie Wei and Xie Meng and said, "These two pickled things are from the same family, why can they get two copies!"
Upon hearing what Song Qian said, the two brothers Xie Wei and Xie Meng immediately jumped out and said angrily: "Who do you think you are if you dare to look down on my two brothers?" After that, they were about to take action.
Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more tense, and the monks on the side continued to raise the fire, Song Dahe slapped his thigh and shouted: "Okay, okay, please stop arguing! Why don't you let Song add another nine hundred taels? Who is the hero?" If he can capture that ghost bird first, the one thousand taels of silver will belong to him!"
"This Gang Leader Song has great tricks. He has watched a good show of love without spending a penny... I will have to learn from Gang Leader Song in the future, so that I don't have to spend any money and show my generosity..." Xu Shouguang whispered to the little boy. Bai said.
"Huh!" Seeing that Xu Shouguang didn't learn well, Xiaobai simply ignored him and went to sleep again.
