Jiupan Mountain is not a famous mountain or river.
The mountains are not high enough, not strange enough, and not dangerous enough.
Only the main peak stands straight and stacked on top of each other, like nine stone plates stacked on top of each other. In ancient times, this mountain was called Jiupan Mountain.
At this time, a ring has been set up on the huge top stone plate, and tables and chairs have been placed around it.
The names of various sects and families are written on the raised sails. After people arrive, they can sit according to their respective directions.
Of course...not all sects and families can allocate a piece of territory.
You need to have a good reputation in the world, be known by a good name, and have people buy into it.
"Master, our Qi Qiong faction doesn't even have a seat, why are we here to participate in this martial arts competition?" A young-looking apprentice asked the master among the crowds of people crowding up to the top of the mountain along the ridge as thin as a knife edge.
The master looked older, and seemed to be an honest man at first glance, but his eyes were too flexible, revealing his true nature.
"Apprentice, you are a martial arts genius who is rare in a thousand years. It has only been three months since you have mastered all the unique skills of our Qi Qiong sect to the peak. This time if you work hard, you may be able to marry your master a wife. Our Qi Qiong The number of people sent is very small, and you are still young. Master cannot make things difficult for you. This kind of pressure can only be borne by you, Master, and I." In the sudden mountain wind, Master grabbed the makeshift flag with all his strength.
This is also what many unknown factions do to make a name for themselves.
As long as he shows his face through the martial arts competition and returns to his hometown, he can recruit disciples and receive worship from the local wealthy families.
Even if you haven't made a name for yourself, as long as you've been here before, you can still boast about it when you go back.
In short, big people have big people's pursuits, and small people have small people's carnivals.
A martial arts tournament, but the purpose is different.
In the intertwined parallel time and space, the story unfolding is completely different.
"Master! Have you ever thought that it's not that my talent is good, but that our Qi Qiong sect's martial arts are so poor. After three months of training, we have almost mastered everything, and there is nothing left to continue practicing?" The apprentice does not seem to be I was very proud of my master. I held the two leftover steamed buns from yesterday in my arms to prevent them from accidentally rolling down the mountain and wasting food. However, I seemed to be much more pragmatic than my master.
"Fart! Our Qi Qiong sect is also an ancient sect with a history of thousands of years. Qi Qiong's secret art may not seem amazing, but in fact it contains the highest martial arts principles. If you think it is simple, it is because you are not knowledgeable enough and cannot see through the hidden meaning behind it. The true meaning." The master kept talking nonsense and forced his respect.
The two masters and apprentices followed the crowd to the top of Jiupan Mountain, making noisy noises all the way.
The good positions are all taken by big sects.
Famous senior masters in the world of martial arts, or laymen in the world of martial arts, all had close friendships with each other and crowded together.
Only the unknown people who came to make up the numbers were driven to the corner. They had to be careful not to slip and fall off the cliff. They also had to find ways to stand higher and see the ring as much as possible.
"Master! Master! Come here quickly, I found a good position. Not only is the view clear, but the surroundings are clear, and the position is higher...!" The disciple of Qi Qiong's faction shouted to his master.
When the excited master followed his disciple to the location, he was immediately furious: "Are you illiterate? This is the toilet! Do you want the master to squat on the top of the toilet with you to participate in the martial arts competition?"
The disciple didn't care and said: "Others are seeking fame, but we are seeking benefits. Later we will see how real masters of martial arts compete, and we can brag about it when we go back. Otherwise, when we go back to our hometown, the head of the gymnasium in the next village will ask us what we have seen, what are you doing? Do you want to tell him that the abbot of Dalin Temple used a bastard punch to punch Wudang leader in the face, giving him two black eyes?"
"This is outrageous to say!"
"It makes sense... You are young, so you climb up the pillar of the women's restroom and go to the men's restroom for the master." The master thought for three seconds and agreed with his disciple's statement.
"Master, we know Qing Gong." The disciple whispered.
"The Qing Kung of our Qi Qiong sect is a secret that is not taught. We will keep it for the martial arts competition later. What if we use it now and someone sees its flaws?"
"Master! Climb up." The master said.
The master and apprentice climbed to the roof of the hut.
Although the mountain wind is always accompanied by the body, there are waves of 'fragrance' coming.
But the view is indeed much better.
The figures on the ring could all be seen clearly, and the words echoing on the top of the mountain were finally synchronized.
"Thank you all for coming. Today, I, Yuan Zhu, will host this martial arts competition on behalf of Bai Xiaosheng." Standing on the ring was a man who looked to be middle-aged and fat, and was speaking with enough energy.
"Master! Can't Bai Xiaosheng be born?" the apprentice asked the master.
The master replied: "I don't know! Bai Xiaosheng has been famous for hundreds of years and never shows up. It is said that Bai Xiaosheng is not a person, but a group of people, a mysterious organization. Of course he cannot show up at this time. Yuan Zhu who shows up now is Jianghu The number one benevolent man. He has a great wealth and is willing to do good. Many people in the world turned to him when they were very poor. Therefore, although his martial arts skills are average, his reputation in the world is very high."
"Then Master... let's go and join him too!" the apprentice said unambitiously.
"That won't work! There are so many people in Yuanzhu's Jupeng Village. If we go there, everyone in the world will know that we are so destitute that we can't afford to eat. Who will look down on us in the future?"
"We are not desperate? You have three taels of silver hidden under your feet. Don't you know that you are a teacher?" The master refused decisively.
During the interval between the master-disciple dialogue, Yuan Zhu's seemingly meaningful but in fact useless speech also came to an end.
With the sound of a gong.
A young man said in a high voice: "Please invite Liu Gaoren, the master of Cang Cang, and Bai Hezi, the master of Qingsong Temple!"
Dong Dong Dong...!
The drums also beat.
Two figures flew up from below the ring at the same time.
Then he landed on the ring gracefully.
Suddenly there was a burst of cheers from below.
In an instant, the entire martial arts competition was reduced to the level of busking on the street, with a huge stone in the chest.
The apprentice took out half a steamed bun from his pocket and handed it to his master, but the master ruthlessly rejected it.
Looking at his little apprentice who was eating deliciously, the master couldn't help but ask: "It's so smelly, how can you still eat so deliciously?"
"Just think of it as smelling stinky tofu!" the apprentice said casually.
The master was stunned: "It makes sense... I'll give you a piece, too!"
The two masters and apprentices began to nibble on the cold steamed buns due to the smell of the hut beneath them.
"Master, who do you think will win?" the apprentice asked.
The master said casually: "It must be Bai Hezi! Although the Diancang sect is rich and powerful, Liu Gaoren has long neglected martial arts. It is rumored that he is very close to the government and has fame and fortune. But Bai Hezi has been closed for decades. His hard training, swordsmanship and true energy should all be quite good. I guess that within thirty rounds, Liu Gaoren will be defeated."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Hezi was kicked off the ring by Liu Gaoren.
And Liu Gaoren, who looked oily, was holding a sword and handing it over to his comrades in the audience.
