The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 191 Martial Arts Conference
Seeing how busy Xiangyang City was with people coming and going, Yang Chengye had a whim, wanting to see what is so special about this unprecedented martial arts conference.

There are still a few days before the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it will not be too late to go to Luojian Villa after the martial arts conference is over.

Yang Chengye told Zhao Wushuang his thoughts, and Zhao Wushuang readily agreed.

Following the flow of people, Yang Chengye and Zhao Wushuang walked into Xiangyang City, and all they heard along the way were talking about this martial arts conference.

"Hey, have you heard that the martial arts conference is held this time by the Master Chongyang, the head teacher of the Quanzhen Sect."

"It is said that Chongyang Immortal led the rebel army to resist the Jin army in the early years. If it hadn't been for the peace talks between the imperial court and Jin State, Chongyang Immortal would not have disbanded the rebel army and founded Quanzhen Sect."

"Then what is the real purpose of Chongyang Daoist holding a martial arts conference in Xiangyang this time?"

"It seems to be electing a leader of the martial arts alliance to lead the martial arts comrades to resist the Jin army."

"Hey, it is said that Quanzhou's war against Japanese pirates was a great success. Not only did they wipe out the pirates headed by Xu Sanmei, but they also eradicated the Japanese pirates from Quanzhou. It's really satisfying!"

"The news has spread all over the martial arts world, and I heard that Marshal Han Shizhong deserved the most credit this time. Marshal Han deserves to be a hero of the same period as Marshal Yue!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wushuang looked at Yang Chengye. Yang Chengye was the real hero, and now he was rumored to be Han Shizhong. Zhao Wushuang looked at Yang Chengye's expression.

When Zhao Wushuang looked at Yang Chengye, Yang Chengye looked indifferent and had nothing to do with himself.

Yang Chengye's performance immediately made Zhao Wushuang very fond of him. She won this honor at a young age without arrogance or impetuosity. Being robbed of credit is still calm and calm. This kind of heart, this determination, even Zhao Wushuang can't do it .

Yang Chengye and Zhao Wushuang followed the flow of people and arrived at the training ground in Xiangyang City without knowing it.

The training ground occupies a large area, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, and there is also a ring.

The training ground was lent by Li Zhihou to Wang Chongyang. He was very supportive of this martial arts conference, and even sent people to maintain order on the training ground.

At noon, the martial arts conference started as scheduled.

The first person to come to the stage was Li Zhihou, the governor of Xiangyang, who represented the imperial court and came to participate in the martial arts conference to discuss the welcome of the martial arts people who resisted the Jin army.

Then there was Wang Chongyang, who was over fifty years old. At this time, Wang Chongyang was still rosy and energetic.

After Wang Chongyang came to the stage, he cupped his hands towards the surroundings and said: "My fellow martial artists, I am the head teacher of the Quanzhen sect, Wang Chongyang, thank you for giving me this face to participate in the martial arts conference."

"As we all know, the Kingdom of Jin aggressively attacked, and Jingkang was in trouble. They captured my two emperors and occupied a large area of ​​my country. Now they continue to invade the south and want to destroy our Great Song Dynasty. Their wolfish ambitions are already clearly revealed."

"If we are still like a piece of loose sand, then we will be defeated by the Jin army one by one."

"As a citizen of the Song Dynasty, how can we watch the army of the Jin Dynasty destroy our country, trample on our land, enslave our people, and make our descendants become slaves for generations?"

"No, no!"

Wang Chongyang's words immediately resonated with the crowd, and they all shouted.

"Reverend Chongyang, just tell me, what should we do?"

"Yeah, we all follow the lead of real people!"

"Yes, Maestro, just tell me what you want!"

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Wang Chongyang pressed his hands together and said: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient, please listen to my old man's words!"

"Old Daoist, I am already fifty-six this year, and my health is getting worse every day. Even the big and small affairs of my Quanzhen Sect are handled by my first disciple Ma Yu."

"So I am not qualified for the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, but everyone can rest assured, I assure everyone that no matter who becomes the leader of the martial arts alliance after today, I will do my best to support the old man."

"Good, good, good!"

After Wang Chongyang finished speaking, everyone in the audience applauded.

Looking under the stands, Wang Chongyang said: "Now I announce that the martial arts tournament has officially started!"

After Wang Chongyang finished his announcement, he stepped back from the ring and sat aside to watch the ring with Lin Chaoying and the disciples of Quanzhen Sect.

At this time, there was a bald monk standing on the stage.

This bald monk is about fifty years old, eight feet tall, named Juehong, and is the head of the Arhat Hall of Shaolin Temple.

This time, Juehong came to participate in the martial arts conference in the name of the host, but was pushed as the judge by everyone.

I only heard Jue Hong say: "Namo Amitabha, is there any benefactor who is willing to show it on stage first?"

"I come!"

At this time, a strong Shanxi accent rang out, and then a young man jumped onto the ring, clapped his hands towards Juehong and the audience, and said, "Xu Guang, Xujiazhuang, Qi County, Shanxi, is here to meet the heroes of the world."

"Hey!"

At this time, a teasing voice sounded from the audience, saying, "I said Xu Guang, who are you from the white-browed hero?"

Xu Guang said indifferently: "Thanks to Your Excellency for your love, Xu Liang is my ancestor."

"cough"

At this time, a man with a thick-backed machete also came up to the stage, cupped his hands and said, "I'm at Liu Ning of the Lower Wuhumen, and I'm asking for advice on the demeanor of the descendants of the white-browed hero."

Liu Ning said that the thick-backed machete in his hand was dancing vigorously, and he slashed towards Xu Guang.

"Okay, I, Xu Guang, are also here to see the Wuhu guillotine of Wuhumen!"

As Xu Guang said, he was not to be outdone, and raised his nine-ring knife to fight Liu Ning.

Both Xu Guang and Liu Ning are good at strength, every move, every style is powerful and heavy, especially Xu Guang's Nine Rings Saber, its blade is already heavy, coupled with its powerful arms, it can At twenty strokes, Liu Ning couldn't stand it anymore.

I saw Liu Ning's arms trembling, and even the thick-backed machete was a little unsteady.

Xu Guang's nine-ringed knife slashed down again, and Liu Ning raised the knife to meet him. With a "snap", Liu Ning's thick-backed machete fell to the ground, and Liu Ning also staggered back, and finally sat on his buttocks. Gasping heavily on the ground.

It wasn't easy for Xu Guang to defeat Liu Ning, but it didn't matter, he just lost his strength.

Xu Guang said to Liu Ning, leaning on the nine-ring knife in his hand, "I have accepted it!"

Liu Ning walked off the ring dragging the thick-backed machete.

And Xu Guang also dragged the Jiuhuan Dao and walked down the stage.

"Hey, benefactor Xu, don't you want to compare?"

Monk Juehong shouted to Xu Guang.

Xu Guang turned to Juehong and said, "Why are you so ignorant, master? Do you think I can compare?"

Xu Guang's words made Juehong puzzled, and he murmured: "What can't be compared? As long as you win, you have to keep fighting. This is martial virtue!"

Everyone in the audience was amused by Juehong's appearance.

At this time, Juehong cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Who else is on stage now?"

As soon as Juehong finished speaking, another young man jumped onto the stage.

He was five feet tall, his limbs were short but extremely strong, every step he took made the ring tremble slightly.

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