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This storyteller is also very clever, seeing that everyone's argument turned into yelling, and there was a tendency to make a move, he woke up and changed the subject: "I heard that the Seven Star Lord is also coming to participate in the world martial arts competition."

Immediately someone below said: "This time the world will fight for martial arts, who doesn't want to come!"

"Four sages, five sects and twelve venerables, I'm afraid they will gather together this time!"

With a word from the storyteller, the trend of the conversation in the teahouse changed again.What the storyteller said earlier about the ups and downs of the thirteen villages is almost inseparable.Sake stood up silently, looking behind the crowd.

Yu'er heard what the crowd said, and when he talked about the 'Four Sages, Five Sects and Twelve Venerables', he was in awe, and was at a loss.Yang Chun sat on her left. He always knew everything about Jianghu in detail.Yu'er then asked Yangchun, "Yangchun, what are the four sages, five sects and twelve deities?"

"These four sages, five sects and twelve venerables are talented people with outstanding skills and lofty ideals selected by the generals of the world." Yang Chun kowtowed the melon seeds, seeing the blushing over there, his mouth itching, and wanted to add a few words, fish When my son asked him, he was so happy that he moved his lips and chatted, and immediately eloquently said: "These four sages, the ones chosen are the old seniors who have both virtues and virtues in the martial arts world, and their martial arts are unrivaled in the world. Sigh! Not only martial arts must Gao, the character must be noble and pure, and the world must be impressed by it. Just think about it, how difficult it is!"

Yu'er nodded approvingly.Yang Chun asked: "Do you know who these four sages in the martial arts world are?"

Yu'er shook his head.She was able to ask 'what are the Four Sages, the Five Sects and the Twelve Venerables', so she naturally didn't know anything about it.She knew that Yang Chun was just trying to show off, so she followed him, showing a very curious look.

Yang Chun smiled, his expression full of admiration, and he said eloquently: "These four sages are Taoist Yiye of Wuwei Palace, Master of Bitter Fate of Shaolin Temple, Senior Jiu Xian Jie Qianchou Jie and Sword Master Du Zhong Du Senior."

When Yu'er heard this, she couldn't help being startled, her master was among the four sages!She heard her senior brother say something about Jie Qianchou, she knew that Jie Qianchou was very famous in the martial arts, but she didn't expect to have such a name and such a high status.

Recalling the greedy master who entered the house until midnight to steal wine, he couldn't connect him with the Four Sages at the top of the martial arts world, so he shook his head unconsciously.

Yang Chun thought it was because she didn't recognize these four people, and he didn't know that Yu'er worshiped Qianchou as his teacher, thinking that it was inevitable that she didn't know these old seniors when she was a fledgling, so he comforted: "These four people are better They retired a few years ago, except for Senior Xie Qianchou who still shows up from time to time, the other three have been missing for several years, you haven't seen it, you don't know, it's normal."

Yu'er smiled slightly, but didn't know the difference, and asked again: "Where are the five sects and the twelve?"

Yang Chundao: "It's much more complicated to say. Now the five sects are the head of Wuwei Palace, the first disciple of One Leaf Taoist - Jian Wangchen, the head of Shaolin Temple, the master of bitter fate - Master Kong Ming, the predecessor of Jiuxiao Villa The owner of the village, Jun Dingtian, the former head of the Wenwu Sect, Ye Ba, and the former owner of the Famous Sword Villa, Yunsi. The five sects selected all the incumbent heads who are both dignified and upright, and martial arts are superb. The five sects selected at the beginning The purpose is also to assist the martial arts, resolve disputes between various sects, punish rape and eliminate evil, and promote the way of chivalry. Unfortunately, the fortunes are eccentric. Not long after the five sects were elected, the masters of Yunsi, Jun and Yemen passed away one after another. Great wishes come to nothing.”

Speaking of this, Yang Chun couldn't help sighing, took a short break, took a sip of tea, and showed regret.Yu'er has an exquisite mind, thinking that these seniors must be heroes among men, with unparalleled character.Yang Chun admired these five people, and it was human nature to feel so deeply.She didn't urge Yang Chun to continue, she just waited quietly.

After a while.Yang Chun continued: "If there are these twelve, it will be much simpler. Young talents from all over the world gather together to compete in martial arts, and only those with the highest skills can get the title of Wu Zun. This is a great honor. With this title, you can almost It can be said to be the pinnacle of a generation, and everyone admires it. The Twelve Zun were only disciples of various sects, and they were the best among them. Now the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the original disciples have also taken over the mantle of the masters. The heads of each faction are now. The first three of the twelve are the current masters and leader of Mingjian Villa, Jiuxiao Villa, and Wuyue Sect."

Yu'er listened intently, and suddenly heard him mention Wuyue Sect, picked up the jade pendant on his waist and groped carefully, thinking that if he could meet that person this time up the mountain, he would return the jade pendant to her.Yang Chun said: "You may not recognize these people, but you must recognize one of them. The owner of the Yanyu Building we stayed in before is one of the Martial Lords."

Yu'er can only recognize one.The Haoyun she met in Jiangnan, and the Si Yu she met in Bliss City, both of them are Wu Zuns.Yu'er had seen two people fight before, knew a little bit about their skills, secretly admired them, these 12 people were indeed extraordinary.

Yang Chun sighed and shook his head: "Of the twelve statues, only one was damaged, and it was the former owner of Xuhuai Valley, Scrophulariae. However, the owner of Scrophulariae Valley is well-known for his kindness and kindness. I don't know how many people in the martial arts world have been treated by him. After receiving his favor, his unfortunate passing away is even more regrettable."

Speaking of this, I suddenly heard a crisp sound from Kuang Dang, this sound was not obvious in the noisy teahouse, but it sounded beside Yu'er and Yang Chun, so they noticed it.

Mo Wen was sitting and was wiping the tea in his hands, red marks were scalded on his pale wrist, and beside him was a broken teacup.

Yu'er asked, "Don't ask, you are fine."

The sound was caused by Mo Wen accidentally breaking the teacup.

"I'm fine." Mo Wen lowered his eyelashes and put his hands on the table. He wanted to hold the teacup, but when he saw that there was nothing in front of him, he realized that he accidentally dropped the teacup. He immediately took it off and put it away. I didn't know how to put it on it, and gradually became a little uneasy.

On the other side, the discussion about martial arts and Beidou has not stopped, and those people are still in high spirits. They put away their tea and started to drink: "I heard that Lord Qixing is very good at martial arts, and everyone is comparable to Wu Zun. Could it be that he came to Mingjian Villa this time?" To kick the gymnasium, but also to fight for the title of Wu Zun."

"That's not sure, maybe it's for this throat sword."

A swordsman doubted: "Speaking of this throat sword, it has been gone for more than ten years. I don't know if it is true or not this time."

"Famous Sword Villa is full of promises, how can you just talk nonsense, since it says that there is a Throat Sealing Sword, then there is a Throat Sealing Sword!"

"If it's really a throat-sealing sword, it's not necessarily good. Thinking back to Hangzhou, when there was a big martial arts family, because of this sword, the guests inside turned against each other at the big wedding, and the swords were drawn against each other. It was such a happy day, and the whole family was ruined, and none of the more than 100 members of the big family was spared! I heard that the wedding banquet was held on a cruise ship in the West Lake, and after the fight that day, the water in the West Lake was dyed red!" The voice of the man was originally So gloomy, and talking about this bloody old story, everyone couldn't help trembling, and the three-point heat tainted by the alcohol quickly turned cold.

"There will be martial arts in the world, and virtuous people will gather, how can such a thing be allowed to happen again!" One person said in a cadence and was extremely passionate.There is a large group of people in the teahouse but no one responds, and I think they have scruples about this.

The storyteller up there stopped talking.The noisy teahouse was silent for a moment, and suddenly a person whispered softly: "Talk about the Hangzhou Fenghoujian incident, it is said that the family died, but I heard a rumor..."

Having said this, he was interrupted by the noise outside.The person near the door in the teahouse looked outside, walked in and said: "The people from Xuhuai Valley and Qixian Palace have arrived."

Everyone heard this, and said in one go: "These two sects have been famous for a long time, and it is not common to see them. Today, you have to take a good look at them, what kind of wonderful people they are."

For a while, most of the people in the teahouse walked away, blocking the door, and vaguely heard the discussion: "I heard that Mingjian Villa specially invited Xuhuai Valley and Qixian Palace this time, I am afraid that this time there will be many heroes in the martial arts world. The qi and blood are too strong, the anger can't go down, and you can't hold back your hands when you are fighting, so I invite the people from the Valley of Void Huaihe to treat the wounds, and I also ask the wonderful sound of the Qixian Palace to calm the anger and calm the mind."

After a while, the crowd became quieter, and some people admired faintly: "It is worthy of being a well-known orthodox way of self-cultivation and morality. The disciples in the school are handsome and elegant, and the clothes are in the breeze. Just by looking at it, people can't afford to be blasphemous and neglectful."

In a short while, most of the people blocking the door left along the flow of people.People in the teahouse also left one after another.After a while, only the table of sake and the table by the gate were left in the crowded teahouse, and the storyteller in the middle of the teahouse.The high platform made up of tables in the teahouse was still there, so he sat on the table with Xingmu on it. He picked up a cup of hot tea on the table and drank it, leisurely, and sighed: "It's so lively."

As soon as the words fell, a group of people came to the teahouse. A majestic man in the head was wearing a strong suit, with a riding whip on his waist, and a long Wujin stick in his right hand. As soon as he came in, he hit the long stick on the ground and shouted: " Our young master has reserved the place here, and the idlers are waiting to get out quickly!"

The man's voice was deep and deep, and when he raised his voice, it shook the ears of the people in front and behind the teahouse, which showed that he had a good skill.

Sitting by the gate were four men, dressed in coarse cloth, with a big knife on the table, and one of them was holding herbal tea and sneered: "I only have a few bad money, and I dare to pretend to be a master in front of your father!"

The person who came in gave the speaker a cold, sideways look, and did not speak to him, he kicked the bottom of the long stick with his foot, held the stick with both hands, and the stick fell very fast.The four people on the table escaped, but the table was hit in two with a stick.

The four were furious and drew knives one after another, but they didn't want to bully him too much, only one person came out to fight him, and the two immediately started fighting in the teahouse.

Yu'er and the others watched, at first they thought the two people who came in looked familiar, but they didn't recognize them.After the two hadn't fought for a long time, a few people in white clothes came in from outside the house, they rushed up and dealt with the four swordsmen together with the man holding the Wujin long stick.

It was only now that everyone remembered that this was exactly the group of people they met outside the city, riding horses to surround the young man in white as he passed by arrogantly.

Originally, the two parties were evenly matched in martial arts, but the young man in white had more subordinates.The four swordsmen gradually lost, and were finally subdued by the men in white.

The four swordsmen were deeply dissatisfied, they were pressed to the ground, and they still shouted angrily: "You! You bully the few with more, what kind of heroes are you!"

Two people picked up the sabers of these four swordsmen and threw them outside the teahouse. The group of people let go of them, and instead of trying to talk to them, they just shouted coldly: "Be smart and get out!"

The four of them were thrown out with their sabers. Furthermore, they were outnumbered and embarrassed, but they had no choice but to leave the teahouse full of anger.

After the four of them went out, the handsome young man in white came in slowly, still holding the white feather fan, fanning it leisurely and lightly, and said with disdain: "It's true that anyone has the courage to come to the world to fight. It is also full of miscellaneous fish, and it is difficult to see a real dragon."

The man holding the long stick sneered, "They are all ants, so how can they be considered fish?"

The young man in white smiled slightly and said, "It's true!"

While these two were talking, other subordinates had already come to Yu'er's table and drove eight of them away, and some others stood in front of the high platform made by the table, telling the storyteller to come down and leave.