Riling Up The Jianghu

Chapter 11

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"Be quicker with your hands and feet!" shouted the leading disciple.

"It's fishy, it's sticky..." the disciples whispered, and they put their hands on the wooden cart to carry the corpse. The next day, the rain will not stop now, and someone spat: "You can't do it with your hands, it will kill me!"

It was dark, birds and beasts dispersed, and the disciples of Uncommon Palace cleaned up the surrounding corpses. One person was waving on the stage, looking smart, while the rest flocked to gather around the ravine. The blood was diluted, filled with a trembling rain.

"Once the cloud splitting sword technique is used, don't even think about keeping the whole body." Someone said.

Everyone murmured for a moment, then dispersed to continue transporting the corpses, truckloads filled the potholes deep in the back mountain into mass graves. Each of them was covered in fishy fish, and when they returned to Bufan Palace, they clustered together, and the lynx who was hiding from the rain in the corner ran away with a hiss.

"That little bastard thinks we stink." The disciple scolded with a smile, "One day I got a bird from Wumingju, and it's still at ease."

The whole Lengsang Mountain is the territory of that lynx, not to mention the Uncommon Palace, but it dares not approach Wumingju. Once, among the milky white gravel, a lot of milky white pigeons cooed, and it bared its fangs to attack. Rong Luoyun saw it from the window, holding the dried fruit in his mouth, spit out the core and bounced it off his fingertips.

The lynx got hit, and before it could catch the pigeon, it rolled on the ground, neighing for half a stick of incense. The carrier pigeon entered the cage, Rong Luoyun came out slowly, bent over and put his hands on the back of the lynx's neck, stroked it skillfully, and the lynx jumped out in a panic.

Carrier pigeons are used to tipping off the news, and after that, things with fluttering wings often rush to the nameless residence for refuge.

At this moment, Wumingju was dark, and as soon as Rong Luoyun entered the door, the magpies on the beam kept calling. He muttered "noisy things", but chirped a few times, and went to the porch to tease.

Take off your soaking shoes and socks, step onto the floor, walk slowly with bare feet, and the rain drips all the way into the inner hall. Just light a small lamp, cover it with a screen, and feel drowsy. Rong Luoyun undressed and took a bath, washing off the blood stains on his face, neck, and even the murderous aura around his body.

This day, the flashes of swords and swords were full of fierceness outside, but in fact, I was really tired...

The room was so quiet that one was flustered, he leaned against the edge of the bucket and flicked the water to make some noise. He went out before the water was cold, put on his trousers and underwear, hugged a brocade quilt and weighed a silk pillow, and went to sleep on the small couch in front of the window.

The small couch was short and narrow, and it was just right for him to curl up in a ball.

When he was drowsy, the rain-soaked gravel creaked, followed by the sound of "Second Brother", with a slightly immature tone. Diao Yuliang put away the umbrella, ran in, took off his shoes, and bent over the couch.

Gudong! Rong Luoyun kicked the half-grown child away, wrapped the quilt tightly and sat up. Diao Yuliang scrambled and rushed back: "Second brother, call me Nuan Nuan!" Squeezing onto the couch, the two sat next to each other, he spread his hands and offered treasures, "Look, the Sutra of Fortune."

A small booklet, with no name written on the outer cover, but inside it is a complete set of disciples from the whole palace, and silver taels are also registered. Rong Luoyun took it down and took a closer look. It turned out that this was an off-site gambling game, and the bet was on the winner of the martial arts tournament.

Diao Yuliang flipped through the pages: "Brother also bet, three hundred taels, Zou Lin."

Rong Luoyun was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect Duan Huaike to follow suit. Diao Yuliang said: "The third brother first lost four thousand taels, and then gave a reward of one thousand taels, plus the expenses of the running water mat. He gritted his teeth and wanted to make up for it."

Rong Luoyun found Lu Zhun, pressed Ruan Ni, and bet three thousand taels. No wonder the disciples of He Gong participated, if Lu Zhun loses, three thousand taels can be scored. "Second brother," Diao Yuliang shook him, "I have been in conflict for a long time, can you help me suppress one?"

Tomorrow, three winners will be determined to be included in the Extraordinary Palace, and after going through four barriers in the palace, the winner will be a first-class disciple. Rong Luoyun chanted the words "to win the first place", and that person emerged, vaguely through the smoke and rain.

With a new face, the level of martial arts is unknown, but I only remember a sense of arrogance. Tilting your head and sniffing, the smell of pomelo leaves is still floating. Just for the veil, Rong Luoyun thought so, just to pick up his veil.

"Fourth, press..." Rong Luoyun choked, "I don't know his name yet, I'll ask tomorrow."

Diao Yuliang was not at ease, unknown pawn? But it's not easy to refuse clearly: "Second brother, I'm only thirty taels, help me choose carefully."

Rong Luoyun said: "The winnings are yours, and the losses are mine." He got off the couch, took out one hundred and seventy taels from the low cabinet, and made up the whole for Diao Yuliang. Diao Yuliang caught it and left happily without objection.

The rain stopped at Yinshi, and the wind blew backward all night.

The next day, the blood at the foot of Leng Sang Mountain faded a lot.

A total of 30 people have advanced, and this battle will determine three people, but the audience is like a black cloud. Huo Linfeng came late, wearing a black-colored narrow-sleeved regular dress with ripples, and a cassia sword on his waist, which made him look coquettish.

He got off the horse in one side, and someone stepped on the stage in the other side. On the vigorous side was an eight-foot-tall man with knife-cut temples, a black robe with a wide skirt, and a hard whip, with a snake-shaped pattern tattooed on the back of his hand with well-defined phalanges.

Huo Linfeng took the reins and tied the horse, and when he got under the tree, one of them jumped onto the horse like a wild monkey. He was really surprised, and even more surprised when he saw that it was Diao Yuliang. Diao Yuliang stroked the horse's mane: "What's your name?"

Huo Linfeng's surname is "Zhong", Huo Zhong, he said, "I'm Du Zhong." Seeing him staring at him, he couldn't help being curious, "What's the matter with the palace master?"

Diao Yuliang asked: "How does your martial arts compare with Zou Lin?"

Huo Linfeng asked back: "... who is Zou Lin?"

"On the stage!" Diao Yuliang was worried, he was just a nobody, why is he so ignorant. He moved a little closer and pointed to the martial arts platform: "Dong Ruan Ni, Xi Zou Lin, look at the snake on the back of his hand? His whip is more powerful than a poisonous snake."

Huo Linfeng was confused, he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, but he was also curious: "Please ask the palace master, where are South and North?"

Diao Yuliang glanced at the drumming stage: "Here, there are two masters in the south, one is drinking, and the other is sticking jade rings together." Crush jade. He added: "As for the north, with Huo Zhao, the Marquis of Dingbei, who dares to call himself strong?"

Huo Linfeng pursed his lips and nodded. He thought that the court and the Jianghu were clearly separated, but he didn't expect that there would be a place for him in the Huo family. After chatting for a long time, Diao Yuliang was a big kid, and before leaving, he patted him on the shoulder meaningfully.

He raised his eyes again, the fighting on the stage just stopped, Zou Lin won and eight people took their whips and waited for orders.

Immediately afterwards, a young man came on board, with a handsome face in snow-white clothes, and a pair of silver hooks in both hands. Lu Zhun stood up, saw that his heart was like flesh and blood, and earnestly called "Ruan Ni".

Rong Luoyun lowered his head, raised his eyes and smiled when he heard the sound, thinking that three thousand taels are betting on Ruan Ni, isn't it more important than his heart and soul? At this time Diao Yuliang appeared and presented a pamphlet: "Second Brother, that man's name is Du Zhong."

Rong Luoyun followed secretly, Eucommia... Its taste is sweet, its nature is warm, I don't know if it lives up to its name.

He took a purple hair from the shoulder of a rabbit, and helped Diao Yuliang write the word "Eucommia", put down the pen, and saw the Eucommia enjoying the shade under the tree. On the stage, Ruan Ni won four people in a row, holding the silver hook and flying back and forth, piercing the throat and belly in the blink of an eye.

Lu Zhun couldn't take his eyes off it, as if watching a fighting Jinshan, sometimes clapping his hands and calling out "Ruan Lang". Following Ruan Ni's trick "Silver Hook Kills His Life", he ran to the drum to beat the drum himself to cheer.

In the end, Ruan Ni won seven players in a row and thanked Lu Zhun with his hands clasped together. Lu Zhun said appreciatively: "It is said that Ruan Lang's silver hook is the most ruthless, as expected, when you and I fight, don't stab me to death."

Ruan Ni said: "The third palace lord is too modest, and then I ask the third palace lord to show mercy."

After a few words of affection, Zhun Lu threw the drumstick and returned to his seat to watch the battle. There are still thirteen people in the competition, and a black figure descended from the sky, and turned around, it was a rookie who made his mark yesterday.

Everyone still didn't know his name, so Huo Linfeng reported his family name: "I am Du Zhong, please enlighten me."

Someone came to challenge him, and he drew his sword to face each other, using a set of sword skills. Ten hasty tricks and won. Everyone recalled yesterday's first battle, it seemed that ten moves were a foregone conclusion, another person came, still ten moves, even if ten moves did not win, they still used ten moves to strike repeatedly until the opponent retreated.

Yu Lianhuan probably put it all together, Rong Luoyun was concentrating on his hands, but he moved his ear bones to monitor the movement. The wind of the sword can be heard, and the uproar can be heard, Duan Huaike suddenly said: "This Eucommia only uses ten moves, is it to guard against being seen out of the door, or is it disdainful to show?"

Rong Luoyun finally raised his eyes, watched quietly for a moment, and was firmly attracted by the opponent's swordsmanship. There are only ten moves, but no one can break them after repeated use. The eyes moved lightly along the thin blade, the big hands, the strong waist, flicked to the face, and directly observed the other party's mood.

Moves, strength, and internal strength can all be suppressed and faked, but the mood cannot deceive people. Huo Linfeng's brows were stretched, and the meaning of being able to do things with ease was about to overflow, Rong Luoyun knew that this person would never lose.

But such an exquisite swordsmanship only shows ten strokes, which makes people scratch their heads. Rong Luoyun called "Fourth", Fei Yaner, Diao Yuliang knowingly shouted: "Du Zhong, you can only do ten tricks?"

There are seventy-seven forty-nine moves in the Huo family's swordsmanship, and it becomes more and more difficult as it goes on. Huo Linfeng stopped swinging his sword for a while, and answered Diao Yuliang's words, but his gaze fell on Rong Luoyun. "Shaoxia Ruan Ni gets the palace lord to play the drums to cheer me up, I'm so envious." He said, "If the second palace lord plays the drums for me, I will play a few more tricks."

Normally, Diao Yuliang would be cursing and presumptuous, but now, with Xue Huayin under pressure, he had no choice but to turn his head and beg Rong Luoyun. Everyone held their breath, guessing how Rong Luoyun would attack. Unexpectedly, Rong Luoyun gently put down the jade ring, swept it to the front of the drum, held the hammer and hit the bang, and immediately hit a series of sounds.

He turned his face slightly: "You can't play well, drumsticks don't have eyes."

The two were separated up and down, facing each other face to face, Huo Linfeng smiled. The sword struck with the hammer, as if stepping on the spot, the sound of the drum was pushed up layer by layer, the wide sleeves slid down to reveal the thin white arms, Rong Luoyun's waist swayed sideways, and the blow made waves.

Huo Linfeng was satisfied with the sound, and the changes in his moves were dizzying. The more fierce the battle, the more intense the sound.

Suddenly, the sound of the drum was loud and ethereal, and Rong Luoyun used his true energy to beat it, and the sound was heard for miles. Huo Linfeng was immediately proud: "Let's go together." After saying that, dissatisfied people swarmed, and the Cassia Sword flashed coldly, defeating all sides.

When rushing to climax, Rong Luoyun frowned and shouted: "Not enough!"

Huo Linfeng swept away from the corner of his eye, and struck out the hidden trick. The golden light and sparks filled the sky, the four pillars broke off and the tiger's head cracked, and everyone flew into the distance accompanied by gunpowder smoke.

Rong Luoyun paused in shock, and when the smoke cleared, Huo Linfeng was the only one left under the mottled stage, holding a sword, looking at him with his ponytail dangling gracefully. A deep gully on the table, intertwined with the one he left yesterday, seemed to be blooming side by side.

Diao Yuliang was ecstatic: "—Du Zhong wins! Du Zhong wins!"

In just two days, there were countless casualties, and finally three people were decided. Duan Huaike announced: "Tomorrow Maoshi, three young heroes, Du Zhong, Zou Lin, and Ruan Ni, please come to Bufan Palace to knock on the door, and the disciples of He Palace will welcome them in person."

As the dust settled, the crowd dispersed inch by inch, creating a great commotion. Huo Linfeng put away his sword, walked to the edge and was very close to the drum beating platform, just looking at the hem of Rong Luoyun's clothes. He raised his face: "Thank you, Palace Master, for beating the drums for me."

Rong Luoyun looked down at him, and said lightly, "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, there is no more words, one goes to the martial arts stage and returns to the inn, and the other goes to the drum beating stage to return to the palace. They rode their horses, separated north and south, and slowly rubbed shoulders close to each other.

Rong Luoyun's back was melting gold on a sunny day, and his expression seemed to be goodbye and meet by chance.

Huo Linfeng wasn't greedy either, he just said silently - the follow-up is endless.