"Okay!" The master, who didn't care about the pain in his face, stood on the roof of the hut and applauded wildly.
The apprentice pulled the master's trouser leg and whispered: "Master! You can't even see such an obvious attempt to fix the match? Is your presbyopia serious again?"
While the master was cheering, he lowered his head and said to his apprentice in a low voice: "In two hours, it will be time to have lunch. The Dian Cang sect has a big business, and there will be more than a dozen tables of running water banquets later. Anyway, it doesn't cost anything to applaud. Now I Give him face, and I will eat at the table later without paying the gift, and he will also give him face so as not to expose me. This is not a case of old-sightedness, this is called human nature."
"Disciple! The world is dangerous and you still have a lot to learn."
As he spoke, the master applauded even more fiercely, and even waved to Liu Gaoren on the stage, as enthusiastically and crazy as a ten-year-old fan.
Around the ring, there were scattered people who had taken money, five pieces of silver per head, and were cheering and applauding enthusiastically, pushing the overall atmosphere to a higher level, while most of the real experts were watching indifferently.
Today is the first day of competition.
The real master who inspired everyone to come here didn't show up. Where could any real master come to compete on stage?
Simply let those who are seeking fame and reputation perform in the ring, which can be regarded as a show for everyone and liven up the atmosphere.
As long as Bai Xiaosheng is not stupid, he will never put Liu Gaoren on the heavenly list.
Of course, besides the Heavenly List, it’s hard to say about the List of Experts, List of Strange People, List of Celebrities, etc., which lack credibility.
After all... Bai Xiaosheng also wants to have a good meal!
In addition to selling information.
Another important business of Bai Xiaosheng is to make a name for his martial arts colleagues.
How to become famous? It's nothing more than creating a list, and then getting one or two real experts to support the scene in the list, and then ranking according to "contribution" to carry out different levels of promotion.
Whoever gives more money will be ranked higher, and the more powerful they will be bragging about.
Liu Gao got off the ring with satisfaction, and a new 'hero' from the martial arts world was called up, and then the routine he had prepared long ago was repeated.
Several scholars sitting on their knees beside the ring were busy writing.
While drawing the fighting scene, I subjectively added some of my own imagination to make the scene more intense and exciting. At the same time, someone used outstanding writing to describe the fighting scene in great detail.
After the martial arts tournament is over, the protagonists of the scrolls and manuscripts will take the initiative to send money to the door, then take the manuscripts and print them on a large scale.
In the name of Bai Xiaosheng's live transcription, it was distributed everywhere.
The so-called rivers and lakes, the west wind and the thin horse on the ancient road, the setting sun, being alone with a single sword, holding the sword proudly in the sky, fighting life and death in the maple leaf forest, meeting each other in the long streets and alleys and letting go of grudges with a smile, such romantic feelings are not without them.
But for ordinary people, it's just money coming and going, and interests entangled.
"What a bullshit martial arts competition. The Sa family is angry when they see it."
"Such nonsense is a waste of Sajia's time. If you dare, let Sajia come on stage. Sajia alone will pick out all their wine bags and rice bags." Among the crowded crowd, a black-robed monk with a thick beard showed no trace of his voice. He spoke his true words without any scruples.
He unceremoniously tore off the mask of the hypocritical martial arts world and stepped on it severely.
The lively mountain top is quiet.
Then more criticism rushed towards the black-clothed monk.
They all do things with money.
Obviously professional fans and professional trolls are the same people.
As good as they are at applauding, they are as good at tearing things apart.
From simply speaking without shame and not knowing what is good or bad, to becoming a monk without cultivating oral ethics and violating the precepts of anger, to being ashamed of the Buddha and living in shame.
Step by step, step by step, it seems that every sentence has some truth, but in fact it is criticizing and ridiculing, forcing people to die.
If you are weak-minded, just hearing these words will make you uncontrollably angry and you will go crazy.
Among those who criticized the black monk, there were the martial arts 'heroes' who fought against match-fixing for help, and there were also professionals who Bai Xiaosheng arranged to mingle with the crowd to 'maintain order'.
After all... arranging martial arts competitions, and then fixing matches to help 'partners' become famous is also Bai Xiaosheng's business.
The monk in black was ruining Bai Xiaosheng's job by speaking out.
How can you bear it?
Bai Xiaosheng is not a truly fair and just official organization. There is always a purpose for doing something.
The black-clothed monk didn't bother to waste his words. He jumped more than ten feet high and landed on the competition stage like a big black bird. Then he cupped his fists and said to all directions: "Although this competition is staged by Bai Xiaosheng, pride is Our own dignity is also our own. The Sa family has not read many books. In the past, he followed the old monk in the temple to recite sutras, and would fall asleep every time he recited sutras. The old monk said that the Sa family had no wisdom, but the Sa family also knew that in front of the Buddha You can’t tell lies.”
"Today the Sa family has broken the three precepts. Let's make a statement here. If anyone is dissatisfied, come to the stage to argue."
"A martial arts contest is just a horizontal and vertical matter. The winner stands and the loser lies down. The winner is justified and the loser is ignorant."
"It's simple and clear, wouldn't it be pleasant?"
The black-clothed monk's words did not arouse a shocking response in the noisy crowd.
When a person is not famous, no matter how reasonable his words are, they will have no power.
"You're right! The martial arts competition is just horizontal and vertical, standing and lying down. It's not a good thing to do it in such a fancy way. When did money talk in this martial arts world? It's not about everyone's ability anymore. ?" The voice of the speaker was not loud, but it suppressed the entire audience, causing the entire top of Jiupan Mountain to fall silent for an instant.
The speaker came from Abandoned Sword Villa.
It is the young swordsman who has become famous in recent days.
To people in this world, he is called Ying Siming.
To the monks, he was Dugu Ming.
People love money, but they are more afraid of death.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
The name of the young sword god was enough to suppress the entire crowd and silence those who were in the dark.
"Young Master Ying is right, martial arts competitions are not theater performances."
"People in the martial arts world should judge their superiority based on their martial arts skills!" The soft but cold voice was like a handful of melted ice water in spring, filling people's hearts.
It is cold but refreshing, relieving people's boredom and depression.
Among the flying white ribbons, a woman dressed in white and carrying an ice-colored sword descended from the sky on the white silk ribbons.
She fell on the corner of the ring like a fallen leaf.
The whitest Runan white gauze in the world, when worn on her body, turned out to be a darker tone than her skin.
It was not only as white as snow, but also radiating light, as soft as jade.
Her figure is slender, but not thin, and no bones are exposed.
Those eyes, those red lips... all seem to stir the fire in people's hearts.
She is a woman as beautiful as snow and jade.
But in the man's heart, what is ignited is fire or thunder.
The monk in black looked at the woman blankly.
Then he suddenly burst into laughter: "Okay! Okay! Okay! This looks like something. This is the most beautiful woman in the world. It's not a loss for the Sa family. The Sa family will be the best in the world. When the Sa family wins, First, we have to change the name of the dharma from now on and call it 'Breaking the Four Precepts'!"
