[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

On October [-]th, it rained heavily, and many merchants from Qianchuan Town who passed by on their way to Fuchun settled down in nearby inns, intending to wait for the rain to stop before going on their way.Today the world is not peaceful and it is not easy for the common people to make a living. There is only one inn in the town called Qingshan Inn.The inn was not spacious at first, but now the rain was getting stronger, not only the upstairs guest rooms were full, but also the hall downstairs was crowded with merchants, all of them covered with mud and water kept calling the waiter to serve wine to keep warm, Looking extremely embarrassed.

The inn has business, so the waiter is naturally happy, but thinking that the walls and floors are all dirty and have to clean up by himself in the end, he can't help but look sad.Not long after, the door flashed, and several passers-by entered the inn, Xiao Er hurried forward to greet them.How did you know that "Guest officer, please come inside!" Before he could say it, one of the short guests hit him with a bamboo hat and threw the rain on his head and face.Xiao Er's face froze, and when he was about to say a few words, he noticed an iron gourd hanging from his waist, with a fierce look on his face, and two of the three people walking with him each had a knife and a sword hanging from their waists, looking like A pair of brothers, the other is an old man with empty hands.The waiter from the inn greeted them, with the sharpest eyesight, he immediately knew that these four people must be quacks with martial arts, so he swallowed back the complaining gossip, wiped off the rain on his face, and bowed down to apologize Said: "Several guest officials, the weather is not beautiful this day, the shop is already full, can you please stay downstairs for a night?"

What the shop clerk said made his heart pound, he didn't want these Jiang Hu people to be annoying, but they were reasonable, so a tall old man nodded and said: "Find a clean table, and serve some good ones." Wine and food."

As soon as the old man spoke, the waiter frowned, the hall was already full, how could he find a seat?Just as he was hesitating, the "iron gourd" who had thrown his face full of rain just now came up to the square table in the innermost part of the hall. The person occupying that table was a young man in his twenties. The four of them entered Everyone in the inn looked at them, but this young man didn't even look at him, he just poured himself a drink.

I saw that "iron gourd" came forward and knocked on the table, saying: "Little brother, you are only one person, and there are four of us, please use this table conveniently." Hulu" asked him to give up the table, but the boy had nowhere to sit.But the words "iron gourd" were spoken with confidence, and he didn't feel that he was wrong.

As soon as "Iron Gourd" said this, the boy hadn't reacted yet, but the waiter who was following them was even sweating.Why do you think that in such a horrible weather, others would rather squeeze together a few people at a table than sit with this young man?The young man has been staying here for three days. The two gambling shops in the town almost lost their pants. The owner of the gambling shop was so tormented that he wanted to live and die. He knelt down and begged the ancestor to show his noble hand and allow them to close down.This young man is so irresistible, who would dare to sit with him, let alone ask him to give up the table?

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words, the young man bent his arms and propped his forehead to look at the four of them. His starry eyes and blurred demeanor were like a jade mountain about to collapse. Seeing this, the four couldn't help applauding secretly in their hearts.The young man saw them and turned his head to look back at the crowded hall, then he staggered to his feet, picked up the long sword on the table, and staggered upstairs.

Seeing this young man's outstanding appearance and being so talkative, "Iron Gourd" couldn't help grinning, and said loudly behind him: "Little brother, thank you very much! I'm 'Drunk Undead' Situ Qianzhong, the three beside me are Shandong Old Hero Xia Zhou of Tiezhang, brother of Shuangyi Lian in Eastern Zhe, haven't you asked your little brother Gao's name?"

The young man who was going upstairs didn't stop, he just waved his hands behind his back and laughed at himself: "A lost dog doesn't need a name."

Situ Qianzhong was surprised when he heard the young man's words, and said loudly: "Young man, you are so young, why..."

Situ Qianzhong had only finished speaking halfway before he was pulled into his seat by Xia Zhou who was beside him. Xia Zhou frowned and persuaded him: "Brother Situ, the Lion Slaughtering Conference is about to start, and it is important for us to hurry, so you can stop talking for a while." Say it!" This Xia Zhou and Situ Qianzhong have a deep friendship, and he knows that his temper has always been fond of provoking disputes with his tongue, and they all want to go to Shaolin to participate in the Lion Slaying Conference, and they don't want any troubles on the way.

With Xia Zhou's words, Situ Qianzhong immediately kept silent, just took out his iron gourd and drank wine one after another.Unexpectedly, the speaker didn't intend to listen, but the young man turned his head when he heard the "Lion Slaughter Conference", and asked suspiciously: "Is Shaolin going to hold a Lion Slaughter Conference now? I clearly remember..." He Before he finished speaking, he smiled to himself, shook his head, and walked upstairs, even ignoring whether anyone would answer his question.However, he had drunk a lot just now, and he was full of doubts when he thought that the time for the lion slaughter meeting was wrong. He staggered and fell headlong on the stairs.Regardless of whether he was embarrassed or not, he actually sat on the steps, staring blankly at the door in a daze.

After a while, the waiter brought steaming food and wine to the table, and Situ Qianzhong said while drinking: "Now Zhang Wuji is still protecting his adoptive father all the way, but Shaolin first released the news of the 'Lion Slaying Conference' , this Shaolin faction and Mingjiao are torn apart!"

Xia Zhou and Xie Xun had a brother-killing vendetta. When Situ Qianzhong mentioned Xie Xun, his face was full of anger, and he said angrily: "Xie Xun is full of evil, and Zhang Wuji still wants to use his martial arts to protect him. How can he still be the leader of the martial arts?"

Situ Qianzhong touched the wine glass and smiled, and said: "I don't think it doesn't matter if you don't become the leader of the martial arts alliance. Now that the Mingjiao Rebel Army is gaining momentum, it is right to sit in the Dragon Court in the future!" As soon as Qian Zhong's rebellious irony came out, many merchants in the hall panicked and dodged to the side, unexpectedly creating a space around the four of them.

Even the boss of Zhedong Shuangyi Middle School could not help but frown when he saw that Situ Qianzhong was getting more and more disrespectful, and just shouted in a low voice: "You can't die of drunkenness, don't get drunk here!"

But Situ Qianzhong is half drunk now, how can he listen to him, pointing at him and laughing: "Brother Lian, everyone in this Jianghu respects your loyalty, could it be that you are afraid of the Tartars? In my opinion, In the future, this country will have to listen to Mingjiao's orders in all likelihood. Our Central Plains Wulin has been overwhelmed by the Demon Cult's monstrous people. It's a shame!" Xia Zhou and Zhedong Shuangyi are both knowledgeable people, listen to his words Generally speaking, there is sympathy in the heart, and I can't help being silent for a while.Situ Qianzhong could only hear Situ Qianzhong saying again, "The most hateful Song Qingshu of the Wudang sect is so useless and unprogressive! Talk about the hope of the world, fart! Didn't he make a wedding dress for Zhang Wuji!"

This time, Xia Zhou obviously had a different opinion, and immediately retorted: "The Wudang School is originally a Taoist sect, and it is invincible beyond the world. Song Qingshu's decision is also inevitable."

However, Situ Qianzhong snapped back and said: "The Wudang sect is really aloof from the outside world. Why did he, Mo Shenggu, rush to become the leader of the beggar gang? He swallowed his humiliation after being plotted against by the Haisha gang. In vain he is called the Seven Heroes of Wudang. A shrinking turtle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man sitting on the steps suddenly jumped up, looked at him glaringly, pointed his halberd and shouted: "You drunkard, you can scold me whenever you scold me, why are you scolding my Seventh Uncle?"

Everyone in the hall saw that the young man himself was drunk and called others "drunkards" and couldn't help laughing secretly.Situ Qianzhong, who was pointed at and scolded by the young man, was not a wicked person, but arrogant by nature. He knew that he would make troubles and suffer losses with his tongue, but he couldn't change his temper.Seeing this young man jumping out to scold and fight with him at this time, he didn't have time to think about the deep meaning in his words and instinctively wanted to win the fight.Seeing that the young man was quite drunk, he deceived him to be insane, and immediately pointed at himself and said in a strange way: "Your seventh uncle is here, and my good nephew is still here to kowtow?"

This drunk young man was naturally Song Qingshu. Hearing that Situ Qianzhong recognized himself as his seventh uncle, he couldn't help being extremely angry and said in a cold voice: "You insulted my seventh uncle's name, why don't you kneel down and slap your mouth?"

As soon as Song Qingshu said this, even Xia Zhou, who was born with a good temper, couldn't help frowning, and said to himself: This Situ Qianzhong is already arrogant, I don't think this young man is a hundred times more arrogant than him!He was concerned about the Lion Slaughter Conference, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so he bowed his hands instead of Situ Qianzhong, and said: "Little brother, my brother is only sharp-tongued, but he is very kind-hearted, and he is even more ruthless towards the Wudang sect. No malice. Since Wudang Mo Qixia is your seventh uncle, I don't know your little brother..."

How did he know that before he finished speaking, Song Qingshu pointed at Situ Qianzhong and said, "Slap his mouth, and I will answer you when I am satisfied."

Xia Zhou has been in the business for a long time, he has always been a chivalrous man, and he is well-known in the world as a chivalrous man. People in the same way always have some face and friendship when they see him.Seeing that the young man was so arrogant, rude and aggressive, he couldn't help but get angry, and said loudly: "I'll gossip a few words in private, and I've already apologized to you, little brother, why are you so persistent?"

Song Qingshu just sneered when he heard the words, after a while, his brows suddenly turned violent, and he shouted sharply: "If you don't palm, I will do it myself!"

The last word "palm" was still floating in the air, Xia Zhou and the Lian brothers saw a blue shadow flashing in front of their eyes, the three of them tried to grab it at the same time, but they all missed.Only two crisp "cracks" were heard, and Situ Qianzhong didn't even have time to react, both cheeks were red, swollen and swollen from the beating.But Song Qingshu himself sat on the bench in front of them calmly, and said in a cold voice: "'Drunk Immortal' Situ Qianzhong, Shandong Tiezhang Xia Zhou, and Zhedong Shuangyi Lian brothers are well-known. That's all! Since you all have a share in gossip about my Seventh Uncle, you all kneel down and clap your hands!"

Song Qingshu was so arrogant and domineering, the four of them were immediately furious, only to hear the boss Lian with a knife hanging from his waist say loudly: "I have heard for a long time that the Wudang sect has strict rules and all the disciples are benevolent, who is as domineering as you? You brat is so daring, pretending to be a Wudang disciple, today my two brothers will teach you a lesson on behalf of Zhang Zhenren!" Then, the two brothers stepped forward side by side, with their swords and swords, they slashed at Song Qingshu.

It turns out that the family martial arts of the Lien brothers is a set of complementary swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Since their debut, the two brothers have always fought side by side no matter how many enemies there are.The Lian brothers are already thirty and their kung fu is extremely advanced, seeing that this boy is young and half drunk, if he fights like a brother, he will definitely defeat him.Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu has a solid foundation in swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and his martial arts is also high. At this time, one person is fighting alone, and the two brothers do not even draw their swords, but only fight with a pair of fleshy palms.Xia Zhou was originally an old Jianghu, so he had seen the martial arts of the Wudang sect before. Seeing Song Qingshu use the Wudang Zhenshan Palm, he immediately shouted: "Lian's double righteousness, he is indeed a Wudang disciple! Quickly stop!"

As soon as Xia Zhou said this, the Lian brothers were shocked at the same time.However, it was at this moment of hesitation that Song Qingshu's figure flashed before their eyes, only to hear four crisp sounds of "crackling" on the ground, and the cheeks of the Lian brothers were instantly red and swollen.The Lian brothers are naturally arrogant, how could they endure such humiliation, their eyes turned red immediately, and they wanted to fight Song Qingshu desperately.

When Situ Qianzhong saw that his friend was humiliated because of him, he couldn't help but shouted: "The kid is bullying too much!" and joined the battle group.

Song Qingshu was not afraid, just sneered and said: "Good time!" He drew out the long sword at his waist and stabbed the three of them on the shoulders with a move of "split the flowers and brush the willows".Song Qingshu's second life was immersed in swordsmanship, and he was carefully trained by Zhang Sanfeng. He is very talented. At this time, he has reached the peak of sword use. The Taihu Lake and the two old masters of Xuanming regretted the old injury of the sea of ​​​​qi and lack of internal strength. It took him a long time to waste his internal energy in the battle with the wheel, and he lost the battle just now.These three people in front of them are much worse than the second boss Xuanming, how can they be his opponents?The four of them only exchanged dozens of moves, yet Situ Qianzhong and the other three suffered multiple wounds in many dangerous moves.Seeing this, Xia Zhou had no choice but to join in, not wanting to still be Song Qingshu's opponent.

The more the four of them fought, the more frightened they became, and they all secretly speculated in their hearts how the Wudang faction under Zhang Zhenren had such a ruthless character who would draw his sword to kill someone if he didn't agree with each other?Seeing that he was about to die under Song Qingshu's sword, there was a loud shout from the door: "Qingshu, stop!"

Hearing this sound, Song Qingshu was startled immediately, and stared blankly at the gate, who else was walking towards him with a sullen face, not Mo Shenggu? "Seventh Uncle..." Song Qingshu yelled in a low voice at a loss, he didn't even care about the four people who were fighting him, and walked towards Mo Shenggu in a daze.

Unexpectedly, the second son of the Lian family among the Lian brothers saw that Song Qingshu lost his guard, and stabbed Song Qingshu in the back with a sword.

"Dog thief! Dare!" Seeing the sword in his eyes, Mo Shenggu was startled suddenly, shouted loudly, and slapped Lian Laoer with his palm of "Kanglong Youhui".With this palm, Mo Shenggu didn't hold back at all, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood on Lian Er'er, flew upside down and slammed into the wall beside him fiercely.But Mo Shenggu didn't care about Lian Laoer at all, seeing Song Qingshu's pale face and figure shaking under the pressure of his palm, he instinctively put his arms around him and asked, "Qingshu, are you injured?"

Song Qingshu could only feel the smell of alcohol and blood surging in his chest, he shook his head uncomfortably, tugged on Mo Shenggu's sleeve and yelled in aggrieved voice: "Uncle Seven..." His eyes were blurred, his heart was sluggish, and he forced out His forehead was full of cold sweat, and he leaned on Mo Shenggu's arms dyingly, unable to speak for a long time.

Seeing that his face was pale and not human-like, Mo Shenggu hurriedly grabbed his wrist to check his pulse, and he was relieved when he saw that he was fine. He only looked at the four people in front of him with a sullen face, and asked in a concentrated voice: " Down here in Wudang Mo Shenggu, I don’t know what grievances and grievances you have with my nephew Qingshu, but four of them teamed up to fight a drunken man?"

The author has something to say:

Seventh Uncle: Who doesn't have eyesight to bully my Qingshu?

Situ Qianzhong & Xia Zhou & Lien Brothers: Boss!It's your Qingshu who bullied us!