control the heavens

Chapter 87 Interlude
The two had a big fight in the ring.

And the idlers who came to watch after hearing the sound gathered more and more, and the square was already crowded.The wind and snow were getting heavier, but everyone was having a good time, and no one left.

Mu Yi has always been in the rivers and lakes, knowing that if the fight continues like this, the government will be alarmed and big troubles will happen, but when people come out to fight the injustice, how can he just walk away, watching from the sidelines, very anxious in his heart, accidentally glanced at the crowd, Suddenly, among the crowd watching the battle, there are a few martial arts figures, high-ranking people from the rivers and lakes, who are either watching intently or discussing in low voices.Shi Cai himself was engrossed in watching the two young men fighting, and he didn't know when these men came.

Mu Yi moved slowly, approaching the place where Yang Kang's followers gathered, squinting sideways, and saw three strange-looking people standing in the group of followers.One was wearing a red cassock and a golden hat. He was a Tibetan monk. He was extremely tall and tall, standing a head and a half taller than everyone around him.The other is of medium build, with white hair like silver, but his face is smooth and wrinkle-free, just like a child. He is really a child with white hair and a radiant look. He wears a cotton robe and is dressed in a very unconventional way.The third one is short and has red eyes, but his eyes are like lightning, and his upper lip is raised with a short mustache.

Mu Yi was secretly surprised when he saw it, and only heard a servant say: "Master, you get old and get rid of that kid, and keep pestering him. If the little prince misses and suffers a little injury, we will follow the little prince's subordinates." People can't survive."

Mu Yi was taken aback, and thought to himself: "It turns out that this rascal boy is actually a young prince. If we continue to fight, we will cause great disaster. It seems that these people are all good fighters in the palace, and the followers must be afraid of accidents, so they went to summon them." Help fist."

The Tibetan monk smiled slightly, but didn't answer.The white-haired old man said with a smile: "Master Ling Zhi is a great master of Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, how can he fight with such a bastard in his spare time, and he will lose his identity."

Turning his head to the servant, he said with a smile: "At most, the prince will discount your legs, can you still kill yourself?"

The short man said: "Young master is more skilled than that boy, what are you afraid of?" He is short in stature, but his voice is like a bell.The people around were startled, and everyone turned to look at him, and after being stared at by his lightning-like eyes, they all hurriedly turned their heads, not daring to look again.

The white-haired old man said with a smile: "My little prince has learned this kung fu and didn't show his face in front of others. Wouldn't it be a waste of years of hard work? If anyone goes up to help, he will not be happy."
The little man said: "Gong Liang, what kind of kung fu do you think the little prince's palm technique is?" He lowered his voice this time.

The white-haired old man laughed and said: "Brother Peng, this is brother Kaobi? The little prince's palms are flying and nimble, changing reality and reality. It's really not easy. If your brother doesn't lose his eye, then he must be with the whole family. The martial arts learned by the Taoist priests."

Mu Yi's heart trembled: "Is this dirty boy from the Quanzhen sect?"

The short man said: "Mr. Liang has good eyesight. You used to practice immortality and refine medicine at the foot of Changbai Mountain. I heard that you seldom go to the Central Plains, but you can tell the number of martial arts schools in the Central Plains at a glance. My brother admires it very much."

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "Brother Peng made fun of you."

The little man said again: "It's just that the Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect are all weird, how could they teach the little prince martial arts, it's strange."

The white-haired old man said with a smile: "The Sixth Prince will pay his respects, so who can't invite him? Isn't a hero like you Brother Peng who has traveled across Shandong and Shanxi also come to the palace?" The little man nodded.

The white-haired old man watched the two people fighting in the circle, and saw that Guo Jing's palms changed again, his moves were slow, but the door was very tightly guarded. The man said: "Do you see what kind of martial arts this kid is?"

The man hesitated for a moment, and said: "This kid's martial arts are very complicated, it seems that he was not taught by a master."

A person next to him interjected: "Master Peng is right, this kid is the apprentice of the Seven Monsters in the South of the Yangtze River.

Mu Yi looked at him, saw a thin man with a green face and three sarcoid tumors on his forehead, and thought to himself: "This man calls him Lord Pengzhai. Could it be that this short man is the murderous thief Qianshou?" People slaughtered Peng Lianhu?I haven't heard the name of the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River for a long time. Are they still alive? Just as he was wondering, the skinny green-faced man suddenly shouted angrily: "You brat, are you here?" With a clatter, he pulled out a three-prong steel fork with a short handle from his back, and jumped into the arena. Guo Jing heard the sound behind him, and when he looked back, he saw three sarcoid tumors swaying in front of him. They were the masters of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River. Uncle Santou Jiaohou Tonghai rushed in, he was taken aback, he was not thinking about things quickly, he didn't know what to do for a while, he just lost his mind, got punched in the shoulder, immediately fought back, and fought with Yang Kang again.

Seeing Hou Tonghai leaping into the arena with a weapon in his hand, everyone wanted to help one of them, they all felt it was unfair and shouted one after another.Seeing him answering the conversation with the village master Peng, Mu Yi knew that he was a member of the young prince's mansion, so he swung his palms together and took a few steps forward. As long as he made a move towards Guo Jing, he would immediately take it over, even though the other party had a large number of people , but the force is here, and we have to fight.

Unexpectedly, Hou Tonghai didn't run towards Guo Jing, but rushed towards the crowd of people on the opposite side.Seeing him rushing towards him, a thin young man with coal-black face and ragged clothes shouted, "Ah!", turned around and ran away.

Hou Tonghai quickly chased after him, followed by four men behind him.At a glance, Guo Jing saw that Hou Tonghai was chasing after his new best friend Huang Rong, followed by the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, armed with weapons, chasing murderously. He was anxious and was kicked in the leg by Yang Kang.He jumped out of the circle and shouted, "Hold on! I'll go out for a while, and I'll call again when I turn back."

Yang Kang was entangled with him and fought hard. He had already lost his fighting spirit, and he only hoped to stop fighting as soon as possible. Hearing what he said was exactly what he wished for. He sneered and said, "Just admit defeat!"

Guo Jing was concerned about Huang Rong's safety, and was about to go after him to help him, when suddenly he heard a rattling sound, Huang Rong dragged his shoes, and ran back laughingly, Hou Tonghai yelled at him from behind, shook the steel fork, and pointed at him one after another Stab at the back.

But Huang Rong's movement was very agile, the steel fork was always too weak to stab.The three prongs of the steel fork shone brightly in the sunlight, and there were three copper rings on the fork body, which collided with each other when shaken, making a clattering sound.Huang Rong slid through the crowd, and in an instant, she got out at the other end.When Hou Tonghai came close, everyone laughed. It turned out that there was a black five-finger palm print on his left and right cheeks, which was obviously for the skinny boy.

Hou Tonghai pushed and scrambled among the crowd, Huang Rong was already far away.Unexpectedly, he was very naughty, he stood still and waited far away, waving repeatedly.Hou Tonghai was so angry that he yelled: "If you don't skin and tear you brat, I will not be human!"

Huang Rong waited for him to get a few steps away before running away.Everyone looked amused, and suddenly saw three people rushing over there panting, they were the Three Ghosts of the Yellow River, but Qian Qingjian was missing.

Guo Jing looked at Huang Rong's movements and was amazed and surprised: "It turns out that he possesses special skills. He lured Hou Tonghai away in the black pine forest in Zhangjiakou and hung the four ghosts of the Yellow River on the tree. Of course he did it."

The Tibetan monk and other people in the other side were secretly surprised.Master Lingzhi thought: "You Shenxian old monster just blowing so loudly just now, what you said is that you have been at the foot of Changbai Mountain for a long time, but you can know it at a glance from the families of martial arts in the Central Plains." He said: "Shenxian, this Xiao Ming's incarnation method is clever, but what kind of sect? Brother Hou seems to have suffered from him!"

The boy-faced and white-haired old man is named Liang Ziweng, he is a master of Changbai Mountain martial arts school, since childhood he has taken wild mountain people and all kinds of rare medicines, so his face is not old, his martial arts are unique, he is called Shenxian old monster.This "Shenxian old monster" has always been called separately, and he is called "Shenxian" in front of his face. He is not a disciple of his sect, and he is called "Old monster" behind his back.He couldn't see the origin of the little beggar, he just shook his head slightly, and after a while, he said: "When I was outside the pass, I often heard that the Dragon King of the Ghost Gate was a great master. Can't fight?"

That short man was none other than Peng Lianhu, he frowned and remained silent.He and Sha Tongtian, the dragon king of the ghost gate, have always been friends, and they are each other's support, doing a lot of cheap business.He already knew that the three-headed jiaohou Tonghai's martial arts were not weak, but today he made such a fool of himself, it is really puzzling.

When Huang Rong and Hou Tonghai got into such a fight, Guo Jing and Yang Kang stopped fighting for the time being.Yang Kang fought fiercely for more than half an hour, although Guo Jing was thrown six or seven times, he had the upper hand, and the opponent finally retreated in spite of the difficulties, but he also received a lot of punches and kicks on his body. The silk scarf around her waist kept wiping away sweat.

Mu Yi had already put away the silk banner of "Martial Arts Contest and Marriage Recruitment", held Guo Jing's hand and expressed his thanks and condolences, and was about to leave the wrong place with him as soon as possible, when suddenly there was a rattling sound of slippers, and there was a chaotic sound of three-pronged forks, Huang Rong and Hou Tonghai fled and chased, and came back.

Huang Rong held two strips of cloth in her hands, and when she looked at Hou Tonghai, two strips were torn off from her skirt, revealing her furry chest.After a while, Wu Qinglie and Ma Qingxiong rushed over with a gun and a whip, panting.Among them, Shen Qinggang, the soul-breaking knife, was missing, probably because Huang Rong had tampered with him, and he didn't know where he knocked him down.At this time, Huang Rong and Hou Tonghai had run away and disappeared.

The onlookers were all strange and funny.

Seeing this scene, Tang Han in the restaurant was very amused. He knew that the beggar was Huang Rong. He never thought that Huang Rong had grown up so much after seeing him for so many years. Seeing Huang Rong's light steps, he obviously learned the best lightness kung fu. Can do a job with ease.

I also thought of Huang Rong's young age, but she walked the rivers and lakes, she didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and saw a man and a woman not far away staring at them all the time, and recognized these two people as the black wind double evil Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng, obviously Huang Yaoshi Those sent to protect Huang Rong were protected by two first-class masters in the Jianghu. How could it be dangerous for Huang Rong to leave Peach Blossom Island?

After all, if he was an innate martial artist, he would know Huang Rong's life experience from Huang Rong's martial arts methods, and in Huang Yaoshi's opinion, he would not do anything to Huang Rong.

(End of this chapter)