One hundred and thirty-three who's son's sword is in the sheath
The fact that there is one more person and one less person in Huating County is something that no one in the county worries about. Except for the officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs who conduct a census of the population in various places in Dayao every ten years, it is something that no one in the county cares about, let alone
It was an inconspicuous young man who appeared in the county martial arts gym in Shenzhai compound.
The practice of swordsmanship on the seawall is still the same every day. Those disciples who have one foot on the threshold of the martial arts hall will have to suffer for more than a month if they want to step in with the other. However, when some of them find out that Fang Shi
When he didn't come to the seawall the next day, some people were gloating about his misfortune, while others were filled with regret.
But when this group of people dragged their tired bodies back to Huating County from the seawall, they saw a man sitting on a bench in front of the martial arts school with his legs crossed, enjoying the sun and eating fried sunflower seeds. His feet were so big
When I saw the brothers who were staggering back from the seawall, I quickly shook off the dregs on my body and went up to help a few brothers with a smile.
Those fellow disciples who were gloating about the misfortune now looked as if they had seen a ghost, and asked tentatively: "Junior Brother Fang...why didn't you go practice sword practice today? Master will not let you..."
"No." Fang Shi waved his hand carelessly, "Master, seeing that I was seriously injured and drunk last night, he showed mercy and allowed us to rest for three days."
When those people heard Fang Shi's words, they staggered and almost fell down. They rolled down the seawall and suffered some injuries, but they didn't need to practice swordsmanship. Is this the so-called misfortune and blessing in love?
A man walked out of the main entrance of the martial arts hall and saw the pile of sunflower seed shells and uneaten sunflower seeds under the bench where Fang Shi was sitting. The man frowned. It was Senior Brother Na Wei who had treated Fang Shi well before: "Junior Brother Fang, although
I don’t know why Master is so relaxed about you, but if you let this slack off and disappoint Master’s good intentions, then it’s absolutely wrong.”
Fang Shi stretched his neck and said, "Senior brother taught you this."
"That's right." Senior Brother Wei suddenly remembered something, stepped forward, put his arms around Fang Shi's neck and pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice: "What method did you use to save your man? The master was very drunk last night.
"
Fang Shi looked around mysteriously and saw no one around him, then he leaned into Brother Wei's ear and whispered, "Junior brother knows, but the master won't let me tell you."
Senior Brother Wei laughed angrily and said: "Then what nonsense are you talking about? There is no one else here. Just tell me to Senior Brother. God knows that you know and I know. What does it matter?"
Seeing Fang Shi's expression of embarrassment, Senior Brother Wei thought about it and had no choice but to take a step back and use reason to express his feelings: "Junior Brother Fang, how does Senior Brother treat you on weekdays?"
"Of course it couldn't be better." Fang Shi quickly replied after hearing this.
"Then tell senior brother at least something." Senior Brother Wei said angrily, "Don't just tell half of it, it will be uncomfortable."
Now that the senior brother has said this, he cannot allow Fang Shi to think about it again and again, otherwise he will offend this senior brother who has always treated him well, so he lowered his voice and said: "Qishan County, Zhang family."
Senior Brother Na Wei maintains a very good relationship with his brothers in the martial arts school. He is not an idle character. After a moment's thought, he guessed the truth. His face also changed slightly. He pulled Fang Shi's collar and spoke again.
Question: "Is it the Zhang family, the Zhang family in Qishan County, the Zhang family where our master lives?"
"Senior brother, keep your voice low." Fang Shi said urgently, "Today, master will teach all martial arts disciples to speak. This is probably the case. Junior brother, it is really inconvenient to say more at this time."
Senior Brother Wei, who felt he had lost his composure, let go of the hand that was holding Fang Shi's collar and said apologetically, "Senior Brother was reckless."
"No wonder, senior brother." Fang Shisong said with a wry smile, "If I hadn't gotten drunk with the master last night,
Maybe he’s even more rude than senior brother.”
"A disciple of the Master's family in Qishan County." Senior Brother Wei still had a look of shock on his face, "It's not that Songfeng Mountain has colluded with the government to frame him. There are only a few people at large from Yanyu Tower on the government notice. The master was drunk before.
Isn’t that why.”
"With such a large Zhang family in Qishan County, there are always some brothers who can escape."
Suddenly, the two of them heard three dull drum sounds coming from the martial arts hall. It was Zhou Gandang's message to summon his disciples to the main hall. The last time this sound was heard was when the bad news came from the Zhang family in Qishan County a few months ago.
All the martial arts disciples were dressed in white and knelt down far to the south to worship the Zhang family, who had been designated as bandits by the government.
Most of what the disciples in the martial arts school know about the Zhang family in Qishan County is limited to the master's drunken talk and the six-story martial arts master Zhang who wields a mountain spear, and the name that the master curses the most after drinking.
, Qian Cai, Qian Xiaoliu, you idiot Qian Xiaoliu stole my copper coins to buy candy, Qian Xiaoliu, you tossed and pulled the quilt again last night, Qian Xiaoliu, you ate the bear heart and the leopard, how dare you do it?
Pee in the master's wine bottle, Qian Xiaoliu, come back soon. Master won't force you to practice swordsmanship, Qian Xiaoliu...
This was exactly what the master kept talking about when he was drunk. After he woke up, he was stunned for a while, and then he yelled at the disciples in the martial arts school to go to the seawall to practice swordsmanship.
Three drum sounds were followed by three more. If the drums were struck three more times, the disciples in Huating County would be expelled before they could reach the main hall of the martial arts hall. Therefore, a few people who had just returned from practicing swordsmanship on the seawall must have
The disciple ran back with all his strength, tripped over the threshold, and crawled into the main hall in great embarrassment.
Several old disciples who had been in school for a long time were already dressed neatly and standing in the main hall with their hands behind their hands. Seeing the disheveled appearance of the next few disciples, they felt a little pity. After all, no one had come from that time and had lived through these days.
Although it will not be easy in the future, at least he is considered a serious martial arts disciple, and he no longer has to worry about being expelled from the martial arts school if he makes a mistake one day.
"Senior Brother." Senior Brother Na Wei is also ranked among the top three among the old disciples. He has a good personal relationship with the senior brother who is holding a stick and playing drums. He moved his lips slightly and asked, "Did you know that Master drumming calls for people to come here?"
Why."
The burly senior brother has the rugged face of a man from Zhang Bei, but his voice is as soft as a girl from the south of the Yangtze River: "Senior brother, I don't know, I think the master will come soon and say, Junior Brother Wei, please be patient, the master will be here in a moment."
Senior Brother Wei, who still wanted to get some information from his senior brother, failed, so he had to restrain himself and wait for the master to come back.
In less than a cup of tea, there were three more drums. It happened to be a few seconds after the disciples who came running in panting. The senior brother was a good person, and everyone in the martial arts school knew it, even Aunt Sasou.
I glanced over at the last few people who came in before beating the drum. Naturally, no one would be expelled from the division because of this.
Several disciples who came in later came in and stood still, but they couldn't stop breathing heavily. Zhou Gandang then walked into the main hall.
Zhou Gandang, who always wears black, white and gray coarse cloth clothes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, is wearing white clothes today. After practicing martial arts to the fourth floor, he is actually protected from the cold and heat. Even in the cold winter, it is okay to wear single clothes, but Zhou Gandang does not bother to do this.
, wearing single clothes in summer and a jacket in winter, he joked to his disciples that if you walk in single clothes in winter, those who don’t know will think you are a fool.
Many of the disciples who came back from the seawall had not had time to take off the swords on their waists. The old disciples in the martial arts hall also carried swords on their waists. The soldiers guarding the city gate in Huating County saw these swordsmen rushing in and out every day.
I have long been accustomed to it, and I will never stop anyone to stop and ask questions.
Zhou Gandang casually tried to pull it out
One of the disciples had a sword on his waist, but that disciple immediately held down the handle of the sword, preventing him from unsheathing it.
This move, which would be regarded as treasonous in any sect, made Zhou Gandang slightly nod his head. Letting others take the weapon at will, what difference is that from placing a human head on his neck under a human knife?
After applying another three points of force, the disciple whose martial arts realm was far inferior to that of Zhou Gan pressed his other hand on the handle of the knife. His forehead was sweating, but he still couldn't stop the momentum of the knife unsheathing at his waist. The iron light was revealed inch by inch, and that
The sword was finally pulled out completely. Zhou Gandang suddenly relaxed. The disciple suddenly relaxed and fell backward with such force. However, with a dazzling effort, another carp jumped up and performed the Zhang family's punch with his bare hands.
The moves were actually aimed directly at Zhou Gan.
Zhou Gan smiled instead of being angry when he saw his disciple behaving like this, and threw the sword with its scabbard back to the disciple: "Keep your sword with you on weekdays, not to mention the master, even if I, the King of Heaven, come to snatch it away, I won't agree!
"
Then there was a reply that shook the roof tiles. The senior brother brought a grand master's chair and placed it behind Zhou Gandang. He sat down and the burly senior brother stood behind the grand master's chair with his hands behind his hands.
"Someone must have heard that someone came to our martial arts school." Zhou Gandang smoothed the wrinkles on his coarse white clothes casually, waved his hand to flick the non-existent dust, and said, "It's from the Zhang family in Qishan County, that's right, that's right.
The Zhang family in Qishan County was forced to cut off their inheritance by being labeled as a bandit by the government."
They never thought that the master would be so direct and reveal Wei Changpan's identity. Both Fang Shi and Brother Wei had a lot of expressions on their faces. After all, the Zhang family is still no better than a mouse crossing the street. If they act so rashly, if any of the disciples in the main hall have ulterior motives.
poke it out....
That martial arts school is the next Zhang family!
"Master knows that some of your elders are working in the yamen. If the news of the martial arts school's cover-up of the Zhang family in Qishan County is revealed, it will not be difficult to change to an official position." Zhou Gandang said without changing his expression, "Chang Pan, come out.
.”
The martial arts disciples in the main hall all raised their heads, most of them out of curiosity. The martial arts academy is considered a direct descendant of the Zhang family in Qishan County, and the chance to see people from the authentic Zhang family is very rare.
The young man, who looked unremarkable and was not a very suave person, but with a handsome face, stood quietly beside Zhou Gandang. He was just as tall as the senior brother's shoulders, and gave a fist to all the disciples in the main hall: "Qishan County, Zhang
Home, Wei Changpan."
The disciples in the main hall all returned the gift, and Fang Shi couldn't help but think, if an official came into the main hall, wouldn't everything be over?
"You are all my disciples, I trust you." Zhou Gandang suddenly shouted, "Draw your sword!"
More than a hundred knives were unsheathed, but there seemed to be only one sword, and the cold light shone in the main hall.
"Put the knife away."
More than a hundred knives were sheathed, but there seemed to be only one knife.