Sleeping Arhat

Chapter 57 Xiaofengpo Hero Club
On October [-]th, the second day when King Ruyang sent troops to Jiangsu, a dozen or so people sneaked into the mansion the night before, all of them were killed, and their deaths were tragic. A group of heroes are full of righteous indignation.

"Heroes and heros of the rivers and lakes, heroes, with fists shaking Huguang, famous all over the world, 'Breaking Mountain Three Punches' Gong Xiong, Mr. Gong invites all interested casual heroes to gather at Xiaofengpo, the east first eight miles outside the city at noon, to discuss the great cause, and to discuss the cause together. Find a big plan." A tough man wandered around the city, yelling non-stop, as if he was afraid that no one would hear him.

"May I ask if it is the old man Gong who defeated the bandit leader Wang Erchou of Qiushan with one punch, and helped the Huwei Escort to retreat from the group of bandits?" one person asked.

"Exactly, exactly. Not only Mr. Gong, but also the white-faced scholar Meng Jun, the black-faced iron-handed iron maniac, and the little Mengchang Wang Shulin..." The man was quite proud, holding his head up like a treasure, and came one by one.

"Thanks to all the heroes who have been famous for a long time, I will definitely pay a visit." The man said again.

"Waiting for you." The man clasped his fists and said, then changed streets and continued to promote.

"Senior Tie is here too?" Wu Xian murmured, his eyes looked far away to the east, after a little thought, he still went to Xiaofengpo.

Didn't senior Tie come here to find Zhang Han? Why did he suddenly change his purpose and want to grab the Yitian sword?Wu Xian was puzzled and curious, so he went to visit him.

The sun was high and the weather was slightly warmer. Seeing that the time was up, Wu Xian set off immediately. There were many heroes along the way to Xiaofengpo. It didn't take a while for Wu Xian to arrive at Xiaofengpo.

As far as I could see, a group of good men gathered on the top of the mountain. There was an old man in his sixties on the slope. He had a gray beard and hair, and his arms were powerful. His fists were as big as round stones. To make a long story short, I don't need to talk about the purpose of everyone's gathering together, but there are not only Yuan people's army in the city, but also major gang sects. We are single-handedly, no matter who seizes the Yitian Divine Sword, they will not be able to hold the Yitian Sword. But if we twist into a rope and unite to the outside world, then no matter what beggars' sect, Huashan sect, or Tianying sect, they will all be afraid of us."

Everyone raised their hands and shouted: "Okay, okay."

Gong Xiong waved his hand to pause, and said: "Strictly in advance, although we are a temporary guild, we still have three chapters of the contract law. I will kill anyone who violates the order and will not be forgiven. There are three rules. One, if a brother in the guild wins Excalibur, you must not fight for it, but you must guard it, and those who disobey the order will be beheaded; two, in the process of seizing the sword, you must not disturb the people, you must not plunder, and those who disobey the order will be beheaded; We also need a commander-in-chief, once the commander-in-chief is issued, the order is prohibited and cannot be violated, what do you think?"

The crowd responded: "Grandpa Gong is right. Two fists are hard to beat with four hands. We really should unite to avoid being bullied." Some people also said: "I think Gong Yingxiong is just and capable, so it's better to let you Come to be the commander in chief, so that everyone will be convinced."

Gong Xiong signaled to be quiet, and said in a strong voice: "We choose the commander, we must have literary talents, martial arts, and martial arts, so that we can convince the crowd and lead everyone to win the Yitian Sword."

Everyone responded one after another, and the crowd was passionate and angry, and they agreed loudly.

"Here, I recommend Meng Jun, a white-faced scholar. He has been famous for a long time, is unparalleled in chivalry, and has a wide range of ancient books. He has a free strategy in his chest. He is perfect to be our commander." Gong Xiong faced Meng Jun and said in a high voice.

Everyone has also heard the reputation of the white-faced scholar, and many people have opinions, but only a few people speak out, and the rest pretend to be dumb.

The white-faced scholar stood up from the ground. At the age of 40, his face was weathered and frosty. A gentle smile on his fair face made people feel like a spring breeze. He bowed and said humbly: "In front of Senior Gong, how dare I fight with the axe? I want to come down and say , Senior Gong is the most suitable, with both fame, strength and experience, he is the most suitable to lead us."

"Yes, yes." "Mr. Gong, don't refuse." "I think a white-faced scholar is also quite suitable."

Under the strong request of everyone, Gong Zhixiong put a smile on his old face, just when he was about to "reluctantly" agree.

"Wait." A clear and loud voice sounded.

The group of heroes all looked at him, Wu Xian was startled, no matter how they all looked in his direction, they also looked back, so as not to stand out from the crowd.

Gong Xiong's face turned ashen, and the gloom flashed by. Everything happened in an instant, so no one saw it. Gong Xiong turned to the side, and said with a hearty smile: "I don't know if this hero has any good suggestions for candidates. You might as well say it on the spot, and let’s talk about it together.”

A young man in white robes came out from behind. Behind him was a tall and thin servant. He was imposing, his steps were light and graceful, and he was dignified and dignified. Returning with the sword, how can it be like what Gong Daxia said, like a child playing house, just find a cat or a dog and become the leader of the heroes, then no one will be convinced."

Gong Xiong heard the words "Gong Daxia" and "A cat and a dog" very harsh, but in front of everyone, it's not good to be angry in person, lest he be called a heartless place and a small belly, so he has a black face and a gloomy face look.

But the crowd was excited, many people were booing for Gong Xiong, and questioned the young master's words in a strange way.

There are also some ambitious people who want to be the commander-in-chief of the crowd, so they all support them.Someone said: "That's right, this time we put our heads on the waistband of our trousers, we should really be careful."

"If you are really afraid of death, playing with knives, guns and sticks is really not suitable for you, so go home and play with your wife." Haha, hehe, hehe, all the heroes laughed.

The man was furious, and looked around in the crowd, trying to find out the culprit, but he could see that there was a mass of people's heads in darkness, and he immediately suppressed his anger, and stopped speaking in a gloomy manner.

The young master said again: "Everyone here is a hero who has been famous for a long time. The white-faced gentleman Meng Jun, the black-faced iron palm iron madman, the broken star three-fist Gong, and the Lenghui sword is cold..." The young master said about twenty people in one breath. The turbulent people below have no fear, even talk freely, broad-minded, not surprised by changes, quite like a mountain collapses in front and does not change, the elk may turn left but not blink, and the heroes also respect them.

Mr. Yumian said loudly: "If we say that each of us has the ability to be a commander, but not everyone can be a commander. Naturally, we can't rely on meat eaters to talk nonsense and flatter each other. This position will be given in a daze. If we lose someone, we will naturally have to compete with real swords and guns, and the one with the highest martial arts and the most scheming will win the position, so that no one has anything to say. Everyone said, right? "

In the words of the young master, there is a lot of respect for all the heroes. All the heroes feel good, and they also heard that there is a fair competition. Doesn't it mean that everyone has a chance, so they agree with each other with a surge of emotion.

The young master waved the white jade bone fan in his hand, and walked forward. In the crowd, everyone retreated one after another, giving way to the three-foot path.

Wu Xian was behind the crowd, looking at the young master in the middle of the crowd, feeling admiration in his heart: This young master is really sharp in mind, amazingly talented, ranking Gong Xiong behind Meng Jun and Tie Kuang implies that he is not as good as the two. People, the language also contains a lot of sarcasm and contempt. Gong Xiong was so popular in front of everyone before, but now he has lost his face and inferiority. Hurt people invisible.

(End of this chapter)