One hundred and thirty-seven should be reported directly
Fang Shiyuan, who grew up in a scholarly family like the Sheriff's Mansion and had never even killed a chicken before, was not a timid person, but he was really frightened by the young man beside him who suddenly changed his appearance. After pondering for a moment, he said calmly
: "Avenging the elders of the sect is a rule that has been passed down for many years in the world. If you can tell it from your mouth, I will believe it at most three to five points when others say it. If you say it, I will believe it to ten points."
Fang Shi lay down and put a piece of weed in his mouth. It grew on the edge of the seawall. Even the grass and trees were stained with a bit of salt. He put his two arms under his head and said vaguely:
"When I was young, my father sent me to a school run by a large family in the county. There were prodigies there who could recite three hundred thousand words by heart at the age of three, and write eloquent articles criticizing current affairs at the age of five. I was just a supporter.
I was lucky enough that my father had just taken office as the governor of Yuyin County at that time, and I was able to get into a place where so many rich people couldn't even get their money."
"I have almost forgotten all the knowledge and principles taught by my husband at that time." Fang Shi laughed at himself, "At that time, I was not doing my job in the school all day long, and I beat more classmates than I could count with both hands and feet.
Mr.’s board needs to be doubled again.”
"There's just one more thing. I'd rather keep it in my mind than what the sages said: repay grievances with kindness. Why should you be virtuous? You should repay grievances with straightness."
Speaking of this section, Fang Shi looked a little embarrassed: "In the end, my husband couldn't discipline me and asked my family to take me back."
"From now on, my old man has given up on our career." Fang Shi felt that the weed stems had a strange smell, so he hurriedly spit it into his palm. When he saw that it was an unknown insect that had been chewed up, he threw it away in disgust.
He stepped aside and said, "So, it is reasonable for you to have murderous intentions towards the master of Songfeng Mountain, but I, your junior brother Fang, have only heard of Mr. Zhang's name and have never met him in person.
It’s hard to imagine that I would be so willing to risk death for another mountain master of Songfeng Mountain whom I have never met before.”
"So I actually don't agree with what the master said." Fang Shi stood up, put his hands on Wei Changpan's shoulders, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his voice trembled slightly: "I haven't reached the crown yet, haven't married a wife yet, and my parents are still married.
Now, I don’t want to die before them.”
Fang Shi spoke sincerely, but when Wei Changpan remained silent, he added: "How many disciples are there in the martial arts school, and how many swords are there? No more than a hundred, but if you have more than a hundred, you have to kill a Jiangzhou Jianghu co-leader who is protected by layers of guards.
?What’s the difference between that and sending yourself to death! What a heroic death, a well-deserved death, but death is not just death, there is no chance of living again.”
The more he spoke, the more anxious he became, so much so that at the end he was crying faintly: "Wei Changpan! These days, the master is either practicing swordsmanship or telling us about the shortcomings of Songfeng Mountain disciples' kung fu. He becomes more and more anxious day by day... Let's make it clear.
He wants to compete with the mighty Songfengshan, but the martial arts school is not the Zhang family, let alone the Yanyu Tower! How long can I keep devoting all my strength to this martial arts, and then I will be labeled as a gangster...
..”
"So...you all think so..."
"Absolutely." Fang Shi took a deep breath and said, "All the disciples in the martial arts gym can afford to endure hardships, but if he has to risk his life for this martial arts gym where he can only stay for a few years, who is willing to do it?"
Wei Changpan, who knew very little about Jianghu sects in Yuyin County, thought hard and counted all the second and third sects in Jiangzhou that he had ever remembered. Songfeng Mountain and Yanyu Tower were famous, so there was no need to go there.
Remember, the other sects, large and small, often number more than ten or twenty in one county, and many of them are still hanging on. There is only an old leader who is still in a capable state of combat and a few young ones.
The disciples are still trying their best to support it, plus the number of martial arts of each sect, the location, taboos and appearance characteristics, I remember that it makes my head feel big.
"Fishermen porters, Yuyin County..." Wei Changpan patted his head, "What are you called, what gang, what sect?"
No matter what sect he was from, the person who came here was not a good person anyway. Wei Changpan saw something unknown bulging out from the waists of those wary men, most of them were guys. If fellow martial artists were walking among each other, there would be no reason for so many people to lead guys.
Avoiding the sight of those men, Wei Changpan found a narrow alley and ducked in, clearing away the debris blocking the road. He stepped on the wall twice and climbed up to the top of the nine-foot-high wall. When he turned down, he was in the backyard of the martial arts school.
The layout of the martial arts hall is exactly the same as that of the Zhang family's house in Qishan County. This is something he has known for a long time. He naturally feels familiar when walking around. After walking around a few times, he heard the noise in the main hall and stepped lightly, controlling his breath and standing on tiptoe.
He walked slowly towards the main hall on tiptoes.
Personal grudge? A feud between sects? Or a land grab? I have thought through the intentions of those people, and there are only a few dozen steps away from the main hall. No matter how close it is, if there are experts from five or six floors inside, their whereabouts will inevitably be exposed.
.
At this time, the hustle and bustle coming from the main hall could almost make out a few words, among which the words "Songfeng Mountain", "face", and "ask for an explanation" sounded particularly harsh.
Is it possible that Songfengshan has already known that he is in the martial arts gym? This idea made Wei Changpan feel awe-inspiring. After a second thought, he denied it. According to Songfengshan's temperament of doing so well in Qihu and the Zhang family in Qishan County, if he really knew that Wei Changpan
In the martial arts hall, there is no way that if you are still talking about it right now, maybe the martial arts hall will already be a scene of swords, swords, shadows and blood flowing into rivers.
It seems that there is another reason? He thought again, it was probably because Songfeng Mountain invited the heads of Jiangzhou's large and small sects to divide the Yanyu Tower industry a few days ago. In Jiangzhou, only two heads of the family were not there, and they were still there.
He is a disciple of the Zhang family in Qishan County. The martial arts school in Wuhang City at least got a letter written in a tactless way, saying that the head of the family was caught in the cold today and therefore could not leave for Songfeng Mountain.
That amount should be regarded as an apology to Songfeng Mountain.
It’s a joke. The leader of the martial arts sect who has long been immune to cold and heat has contracted the wind and cold now. He would not have contracted it sooner or later, but he contracted it when he was inviting people to Songfeng Mountain. How many people can believe it?
This was an excuse at least, but the Huating County Martial Arts School didn't even have an excuse. Zhou Gandang accepted the invitation sent by the messenger from the Songfeng Mountain disciple, turned around and tore it up, and even laughed and cursed at the martial arts school disciples. Don't look at the paper.
Painted with gold powder, I find it hard even to wipe my butt.