One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
The appearance of the last container marked "Bronze Dragon Pagoda" caused the entire martial arts world to boil.
If the previous battle of the eight swords was just a prelude, many martial arts magnates took a wait-and-see attitude towards it. After all, no matter who owns this thing, there is no trace of the "Bronze Dragon Pagoda", and fighting for it will only increase the danger. The key to open the door will only be useful if the true location of the "Bronze Dragon Pagoda" is confirmed.
Now the two utensils "Bronze Glazed Cup" and "Bronze Eight-faced Drum" that have been traced to the "Bronze Dragon Pagoda" are both present in the world. Martial arts tycoons will always set their sights on the Xuzhou mansion where the last important artifact "Bronze Eight-faced Drum" appeared.
Xuzhou Mansion, the strategically important place of Qizhou, where the Grand Canal and Surabaya meet, has prosperous business exchanges, no less than Jisheng Mansion, the state capital.
At this time, the sun was about to sink under the western mountains, and some shops were already lit. The streets are bustling with pedestrians, lively as before. Ye Qingxuan and the others looked around at the bustle, but they had to stand aside so as not to hinder pedestrians.
The five brothers Ye Qingxuan, together with Ryuhiko Sanada, Wei Wugui, and Zheng Zhantang, a group of eight landed conveniently at a place far away from Xuzhou Mansion, and arrived in the city early.
Looking at Zheng Zhantang, who was looking around in great interest behind Wei Wugui, Ye Qingxuan sighed with a headache.
Only at this time did he realize that Zheng Zhantang was really an oil bottle, he had to carry it with him wherever he went, not only was he unable to help, but he also had to separate from the most important combat power, Wei Wuzui, to look at him back and forth.
In this battle, how to go to the Hongmen Banquet called "Sword Tasting Club"? Wouldn't those martial arts masters who came to Zheng Zhantang want to fry the pot immediately? If Zheng Zhantang was left outside, Wei Wuxie, the strongest fighter, would be guarding him, and Ye Qingxuan and his party went to the banquet. Yu went to die.
Neither the "Master of War" Zhangqiu Taiyan nor the "Spear Sect" Cao Sheng are comparable to "Ghost Claw" Nie Tu. Ye Qingxuan and the others could not take any shot of these two great master-level figures.
In the end, everyone discussed, go to hell, love whoever, anyway, the whereabouts of my group have been leaked, and the existence of Wei Wuxuan and Zheng Zhantang is almost known to everyone. Do it.
Arriving at the busiest street in Xuzhou Mansion, Meng Yuanjun pointed to a large mansion next to the intersection of the street and said: "Look, that is Qingluan Pavilion, the most famous Hualou in Xuzhou Mansion. Even the princes and ministers were amazed by the Qifeng dance performed by the two Geisha, and this Qingluan Pavilion is the place where Zhangqiu Taiyan and Cao Sheng jointly held the "Sword Tasting Fair". Not only there, but also this road The four major restaurants and three inns adjacent to it on the street have also been taken over by the heroic "Spear Sect" Cao family. As long as you report your name in Jianghu, some disciples will directly issue a signboard. You can eat and drink casually in a few places, and all the expenses will be reimbursed by Mr. Cao."
"As expected of being a big man in Yanzhou, Master Cao is really generous!" Wan Guotai said in admiration.
Meng Yuanyun curled his lips and said, "Yes, it's bold enough. But that was the beginning, I'm afraid everyone Cao is a little depressed these days..."
"Why?" Ruhua asked puzzled.
Jiang Shuihan next to him said indifferently: "Originally, Mr. Cao just invited some martial arts friends to attend the meeting, but since we released the news of the bronze eight-faced drum, more than a thousand people from the rivers and lakes came here every day from Xuzhou Mansion. The daily consumption of drinks alone is said to exceed 200,000 taels of silver... Cao Cao’s generosity may have already made him feel like he has lost his entire family.”
When everyone heard it, they couldn't help but be overjoyed.
They didn't think of this, but Cao Sheng's family has a big business, and a few million taels of silver is not a big deal in his eyes, but it is like being put together by Ye Qingxuan and others, and it is indeed enough for him to be depressed for a while. .
Everyone strolled all the way. A few days ago, they sent Meng Yuanyun to find out the truth, so if they had any information, they also asked him.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the heroes of martial arts with sabers and swords on the street, and asked with a smile: "Meng Lao Liu, besides Zhangqiu Taiyan and Cao Sheng, who else will come to the 'Sword Tasting Fair' this time?"
Meng Yuanyun thought for a while and said, "A lot of people came. Except for Cao Sheng and Zhangqiu Taiyan's friends, they were mainly from the sects that were attracted by Fengyi Pavilion. You are also very familiar with the most famous Ye Zi..."
"Who is it?"
"Tao Guangze, the head of the 'Chujiang Gang' in Jingzhong, Jin Zhuoning, the head of the 'Taigang Gate' in Jingbei, Gu Pingdong, the head of the Qiongzhou 'Liejing Island' island, and Pang Songcheng, the head of the 'Salt Gang' in Yangzhou... these people, do you know well?" Bar?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed dumbly, and said: "Familiar, very familiar. Before I went to the Holy Land of Martial Arts, they and Shi Tianbao, the leader of the 'Pai Gang' in southern Yunnan, a total of five major forces helped Fengyi Pavilion and Motianling to find us. Trouble, I was almost assassinated by them. When I came back, I met Gu Pingdong, Shi Tianbao and Pang Songcheng at the Beisen sub-rudder in Motianling. In the end, I killed Shi Tianbao. Gu Pingdong took the first step, and Pang Songcheng was heavily guarded. I have no chance to do anything... I never imagined that these people would dare to come here... Could it be that no one cares about their collusion with Motianling?"
"If the imperial court doesn't pursue it, who in the Jianghu would dare to confront these big bosses head-on?" Jiang Shui said coldly, "Besides, they didn't seek refuge in Motianling, they were just pawns of Fengyi Pavilion who were ordered to help Motianling threatened the imperial court. As a result, I was unlucky enough to meet you, and you assassinated experts like Shi Tianbao, and the famous "Pai Gang" in western Yunnan collapsed. Do you think Fengyi Pavilion hates you?"
"Will people from Fengyi Pavilion come this time?" Huangfu Taiming asked in a deep voice.
For Fengyi Pavilion, Ye Qingxuan hated it because of his hatred, while Huangfu Taiming hated this group of ambitious women who caused troubles everywhere because of Ji's family.
"I heard that someone will come, but I don't know who it is... Maybe it's the woman Hang Suya? The incident before going to the holy land of martial arts made her suffer a lot. The interior of the pavilion was also severely punished, and it was transferred from the inner three halls to the outer three halls."
"It's your own fault." Huangfu Taiming snorted coldly and said slowly.
Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, and continued to ask: "Apart from these few, who else is there?"
Meng Yuanjun scratched his head, wrung his fingers and said: "Apart from these people, the ones whose kungfu is reasonable include... Song Tianxing from 'Taohuaxi', Su Menghan from 'Golden Wind and Rain Tower', and Yi Dongfeng from 'Kandong Sword'... er, Yes... Eh? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Huangfu Taiming snorted, and said: "Did you take the wrong medicine when you went out in the morning? These people are all big men, and their skills are all late innate, and they may even be masters of returning to the void. You call them Kung fu is justified?"
Meng Yuanjun snapped his fingers, and said, "Since Ye Zi defeated 'Ghost Claw' Nie Tu, the first-tier players are all called kung fu... The late-stage congenital ones are called kung fu, and the congenital mid-stage ones are so-so. The early ones are called familiar... "
Ye Qingxuan's scalp became numb when he heard it, and he asked cautiously: "For the convenience of the six brothers, how many people are good at that time, how many are so-so, and how many are familiar?"
Meng Yuanjun took out a piece of paper from his bosom, licked his spit, flipped through it, counted it carefully, and said while counting: "Kung fu is not bad, seven or eight people, a dozen or so so-so. For the time being, less than 30 people with familiar faces..."
Ye Qingxuan slapped his head and turned away, Meng Yuanyun went up to hold him back, and asked anxiously, "What are you doing at this time?"
Ye Qingxuan tugged at his sleeves, and said anxiously, "What am I going to do? What do you think I'm going to do? Quit the rivers and lakes!"
"Why? This little person scares you? Isn't this your style?"
"It doesn't matter what my style is, the most important style is not to die... let me go!"
The two chattered here, and the other brothers laughed heartily.
Wan Guotai swung the Qinglong Yanyue Saber and said with a smile: "Okay, old six and old seven, this world is like this, there is no room for us to hide, why not cut out the world with one knife!"
Monk Ruhua also waved his big Zen stick, and said in a low voice: "That's it, kill, kill to your heart's content!"
Ye Qingxuan sighed, and said: "When will the hard life in the Jianghu end? Let's go, there is a restaurant right in front of you, I won't bullshit you, I'm hungry..."
At this time, a group of people came to the outside of a lively restaurant. The lights inside were brightly lit, and the sound of shouting and drinking could be heard endlessly, making it extremely lively.
Ye Qingxuan and the others chatted and laughed, then walked inside.
Several big men at the door stretched out their hands to stop them, and the leader said proudly: "Stop, this restaurant has been taken over by Mr. Cao of Yanzhou for the past few days, and those who don't have an invitation will not be entertained. Please go to another place!" "
Ye Qingxuan and the others were taken aback for a moment, they didn't expect that this restaurant would require invitations, and the first few restaurants and restaurants were open to visitors as long as they were martial arts practitioners.
Ye Qingxuan took out the invitation card from his bosom and made gestures, but he did not expect that the invitation card was prepared solely for Ye Qingxuan and others. Moreover, none of the invitations from the "Sword Tasting Club" looked like this, which immediately made them think that Ye Qingxuan and the others were liars who came here to eat and drink with fake invitations. "If you are a dead mouse, pretend to be a hunter. If you want to join in the fun, come back a few days later, or go to the first few restaurants to deal with the food and drink. This is a high-end restaurant, not you low-class people are qualified Go in!"
Before Ye Qingxuan and the others could speak, a person rushed out from the side with a whimper.
"I'll fuck your grandma!" Monk Ruhua was furious, stepped forward and grabbed the man by the neck, and immediately lifted him up.
The big guy in the head is also a tall and strong guy, he was lifted up unexpectedly by someone, he was screaming and screaming, and the wind suddenly sounded in his ears, "slapping" two big mouths, hitting him with stars in his eyes , dizzy, hard mouth, but all the big teeth were knocked out. He only heard the thunderous voice in his ears shouting: "If you have the guts to send an invitation card, but you don't have the guts to invite a meal, let the Sa family come to fight hungry, I dare say that old dog Cao Sheng sent someone to play tricks on the Sa family! ?”
After speaking, he waved his hand, and with a bang, even the people behind him knocked down a row of subordinates, and even the door of the restaurant collapsed in with a bang.