In the 16th year of Wanli, Hengshan County, Hengzhou Prefecture.

In the past few days, there is a big bustle in Hengshan County. The gentry of this county, Liu Zhengfeng, is going to hold a Jinba hand washing conference. It is said that more than 1,000 posts were posted, and even the chefs from the Fucheng City invited the tables to prepare the tables. The girls from the Qunyuyuan in Hengshan have worked overtime to deal with heroes from all walks of life in the past few days to ensure the safety of the women in the county.

When it comes to what it means to wash hands in the golden basin, the people of Hengshan are tall and refreshing. They only know that more and more people from other places are hanging swords in the city, and the business is easy to do. At this time, the sky is drizzling, and there are crowds of teahouses, most of them are heroes with weapons.

These people sat in one place and talked loudly and showed their proficiency. A short and fat man was talking about the secret of Hengshan School. Liu Zhengfeng and Mr. Liu San, how could he understand the righteousness and begged for the sake of his compulsoryness and not compete with his senior brothers. How could he have a strong martial arts skills and be able to fall into five geese with one sword? Mr. Mo Da only ended in three geese. His statement was vivid and vivid as if he had seen him personally.

He said this, suddenly the sound of a huqin sounded at the door, and someone sang, "Sigh the Yang family, loyalty, Da Song... to support..." His voice was long and his voice was very desolate. Everyone turned their heads and looked at it, and saw a thin old man sitting by a table with a haggard face, wearing a long blue cloth gown, washed green and white, and his shape was very desolate, showing that he was a performer to beg for money. The short and fat man shouted, "What's the noise? He interrupted my words." The old man immediately lowered the sound of the piano, still humming: "Golden Sand Beach... Two Dragons... were defeated in one battle..."

Someone asked, "This friend, you said that all sects have come here, but what about Hengshan Sect itself?" The short and fat man who spoke just now said, "Of course, Mr. Liu's disciples are welcomed and greeted guests everywhere in Hengshan City, but except for Mr. Liu's personal disciples, have you met other disciples of the Hengshan Sect in the city?" Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all said, "Yes, why didn't there be any one? Isn't this too much to give Mr. Liu's face?"

The short and fat man smiled at the man in a silk shirt and said, "So, I said you are timid and afraid of trouble, and you dare not mention the dispute between the Hengshan Sect. What is the relationship? The people of the Hengshan Sect will not come at all, so who heard it?"

Suddenly the sound of the huqin gradually sounded, and the tune turned around. The old man sang, "Xiaodong, I have caused a great disaster..." A young man shouted, "Don't get tired of it here," and let the money go!" He raised his hand, and a string of copper coins flew over, and with a slap, it was impartially landing in front of the old man, with very accurate techniques.

The old man thanked him and put away the copper coins.

The short and fat man praised, "So my brother is a famous hidden weapon, and his skill is very handsome!" The young man smiled and said, "Nothing is it? This big brother, according to you, Mr. Mo Da will certainly not come!" The short and fat man said, "How could he come? Mr. Mo Da and Mr. Liu San are in power and have to draw their swords as soon as they meet. Since Mr. Liu San gives in, he should be satisfied."

The old man suddenly stood up, walked slowly to him, turned his head to look at him for a while. The short fat man said angrily, "What are the old man doing?" The old man shook his head and said, "You are talking nonsense!" He turned around and walked away. The short fat man was furious and was about to grab his back, but suddenly a blue light flashed in front of him, and a thin long sword shook to the table, ringing a few times. The short fat man was shocked and jumped behind him, fearing that the long sword would be gone.

When he stabbed him, the old man slowly inserted his sword from the bottom of the huqin and disappeared. It turned out that the sword was hidden in the huqin, and the blade penetrated into the handle of the huqin. From the outside, no one knew that there would be weapons hidden in the huqin. The old man shook his head again and said, "You are talking nonsense!" He slowly walked out of the teahouse. Everyone watched his back disappear in the rain, and the desolate huqin sound came faintly.

Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Ah" and shouted, "Look, look!" Everyone looked along the point where his finger pointed, and saw that the seven tea cups on the short and fat man's table were cut off a circle about half an inch high. The seven porcelain circles fell beside the tea cup, but none of the tea cups fell.

Dozens of people in the teahouse gathered around and discussed. Someone said, "Who is this man? The sword technique is so powerful?" Someone said, "Slicing seven tea cups with one sword, but one of the tea cups does not fall. It is really amazing." Someone said to the short fat man, "Fortunately the old man showed mercy under the sword, otherwise the old man's head and neck would be exactly the same as these seven tea cups." Someone said, "Of course this old man is a famous master, how can he be as knowledgeable as ordinary people?" The short fat man looked at the seven and a half tea cups, but

He was stunned, with no blood on his face, and he didn't hear a word from others. The middle-aged man in a silk shirt said, "Is that right? I advised you to say less, just to speak more, and troubles are all because of forcing me to come forward. In front of him, there are so many masters who have arrived. This old man must be Mr. Mo Da's good friend. He heard you talk about Mr. Mo Da behind your back, so he naturally would teach you a lesson." Even the teacup can be cut off, so what's the difficulty of stinging geese? Therefore, he wants to scold you for talking nonsense."

At this moment, a young man's voice came from outside and said, "Mr. Mo, it's not ambiguous. This is the Li Ling Monument and Sanniang's teaching children. I'm learning Yu Shuyan from this. Don't say it, it's really a bit interesting."

The accent is an authentic Beijing movie, and the sound of the huqin was still intermittent just now, but after the young man said these two words, he didn't know what he said, the sound of the huqin suddenly stopped and there was no movement.

Everyone in the teahouse obviously didn't understand, but Li Lingbei knew, but what is Sanniang's teaching children? Which school of master Yu Shuyan is? Why did Mr. Mo Da, the head of Hengshan, want to learn from him?

At this moment, the curtain was raised, and more than a dozen men walked into the teahouse. Seeing these men wearing hats and straw raincoats, the rainwater flowed down the strawcoat to the ground. Sheng was tall and burly, and the eagle looked at the wolf. Under his eyes, it made people feel like a sharp blade, which was very uncomfortable.

In the teahouse, most of the people sitting are good at martial arts and are people who make trouble. In addition, they are unwilling to lose their majesty in front of their fellow teachers. The man in silk shirt said, "What kind of friends are they from? If you meet, you are destined to be together, it is better to sit down and talk."

The men led the men sneered, flashed the straw raincoat and handed it to the person behind them, revealing the bright yellow flying fish suit inside. Then they reached out to the waist, raised the sign, and said to the man in silk shirt: "Do you recognize the word? Read it and listen."

The man in silk shirt was so scared that he was so scared that he didn't dare to show up when he saw this bright yellow flying fish suit. After looking at the words on the waist sign, "The Military Affairs Office of the Qianhu Office of the Fushishi, the Jinyiwei North Town Security Department", he was already scared and looked disgusted. Although this boxwood waist sign was of no weight, it made the heroes' wealthy family destroyed. It was definitely not something that a small character like him could be provoked.

The Qianhu, the brocade-style household, curled his lips and said, "Get out!"

The man in silk clothes dared not say much. He left the money now, and the other heroes in the martial arts world also knew that the Jinyiwei was not good at matching each other. Especially in Hengshan County, there were only small flag offices, and even Hengzhou City, there were only a hundred household offices. The thousand households must have come from other places, and another Beijing film, which was clearly a person from the capital. Could it be that Liu Zhengfeng was involved in a major rebellion case, and the Jinyiwei came to take people? Such a thing is involved in death, encountering death, and being surrounded by a slut, but he must not even be able to attend a banquet. Therefore, he left the teahouse and went back to his hometown, and therefore missed a big drama in the martial arts world.

Lin Pingzhi was determined to complain, so he stayed and did not leave. Seeing that the ugly hunch was ignorant, the Qianhuo pressed the handle of the Xiuchun knife and was about to happen. At this time, he saw another person walking in outside and said as he walked: "Old Sun, you are getting back more and more. On this rainy day, you let me drip like a grandson outside. Is it fun to be here?"

Listening to the sound, it was the young man who just mentioned Yu Shuyan, Sanniang, who taught his children. Behind him, a few more big men came in, and they looked very fierce.

The Qianhu, surnamed Sun, lost his prestige and hurriedly bowed: "My uncle's body of a daughter cannot be damaged. Am I afraid that a bandit will shock you? Just wait for me to drive away this ugly hunch."
Chapter completed!