Chapter 192 Qianyun Conference
Chapter 192 Qianyun Conference
The underworld and the government are intertwined and collude with each other, but they are also incompatible.
Both sides tried to establish order according to their own rules. In areas where the government was powerful, the underworld could only restrain their forces and depend on the government for their support. They could not hope to be its lackeys, just like the prefectures and counties in the capital area under the feet of the emperor.
"Cut the river with one sword!"
"The sword pierces the sky!"
Outside the Qianyun Tower, two figures on the arena were fighting back and forth with swords and sabers flashing and crisscrossing. The fight was fierce and very exciting.
There were two to three hundred people surrounding the scene, and from cheering at the beginning, they became less interested.
Someone in the audience asked, "How many rounds have you played?"
"Eighty rounds."
"You haven't finished fighting yet?"
"In the past, more than 20 matches were played, but the winner was decided in 50 rounds at most..."
Under the colorful tent, Mr. Ning in a white robe and a golden crown sat at the top. The guests staying in the numbered rooms were seated on both sides according to their status in the martial arts world. The man called Zhang Liyu sat at the last seat, which attracted many jealous glances, but they were directed at the beautiful woman kneeling next to him.
Mr. Lian Ning didn't even bring his maid on stage. This man is so rude.
“The waves are rough!”
"Everything is turned upside down!"
During the banquet, the two senior teachers on the stage quietly looked at the chief. Seeing that Mr. Ning was watching intently, the two smiled at each other and nodded slightly.
Become!
"Nephew Qian's Broken Waves sword technique is perfect and every move is exquisite. It can be seen that he has inherited the true teachings."
"Brother Zhao's disciple's Heaven-covering Sword Technique is also quite good, with extraordinary momentum and unique style."
Those sect leaders looked at the two with strange eyes. They were both thousand-year-old foxes. What was the game of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio being played by the two of you?
At the beginning of the Qianyun Conference, the blue-robed historian announced that Mr. Ning would select ten guards from among the young talents. The most powerful prince in the world would also be very likely to inherit the throne. This was a good opportunity to make the ancestral tombs and even the sect proud.
The acrobatics on the stage were really boring. Zhang Yu looked at the slightly swollen cheeks of the woman next to him and asked with a smile, "Does it still hurt?"
He raised his hand slightly, and Liu Ruyan leaned back subconsciously.
She glared at Zhang Yu and said unhappily, "It doesn't hurt at all. Thank you for the beating, sir."
Zhang Yu took the wine pot and chuckled, "I didn't realize you had this habit?"
Liu Ruyan was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Zhang Yu poured her a glass of wine and whispered, "If you really want to avenge Song Rui, go back to Blackwood Cliff and first help me find out if there are any masters of the Thousand Blades Sect among these people in the martial arts world."
After Yang Fengming left the sect on his own, his whereabouts were discovered in Shuntian Prefecture and he was protected by a gang called Qiandaomen. Liu Ruyan, Xue Luohan and others had several battles with him.
Liu Ruyan shook her head and said, "There are no people from the Qiandao Sect here. Maybe they have changed their appearance, or they are not in the capital at all. How can you be sure that they will show up at the Qianyun Conference?"
Zhang Yu sighed and looked at the stage: "We have to give it a try."
The two 'masters' fought for 120 rounds, and were so exhausted that they were panting and could not even stand straight. In the end, there was no winner, and they were helped off the stage to make room for the people behind them.
The next two people to come on stage were one fat and one thin.
Someone pointed at the sturdy man and said with a smile: "Interesting, a big bamboo tube is used as a weapon, this is the first time I see it."
"That's because you are ignorant."
"Is there anything to say?"
"In the southwestern Yunnan and Guizhou areas, there is a lack of iron tools. The locals soaked nanmu bamboo in water for half a month, dried it in the sun for three days, and then soaked it in oil for a year. The bamboo body did not crack, and this became a superior weapon. It was very light to use, but its hardness was far better than steel."
"I see. This brother is very knowledgeable."
"The key to traveling in the martial arts world is to understand the local customs..."
The man who laughed at first was still unconvinced. He looked at the stage and whispered, "Nonsense! The bamboo tube in his hand is obviously newly cut. How can there be traces of oil?"
The burly scarred man held a bamboo tube in his hand, which was four feet long and as thick as his thigh. He could smash or block, attack or defend, and he swung it with great vigor. The man opposite who was using a sword had to retreat again and again, unable to resist at all.
"Brother, stop it. I admit defeat."
The man with the sword was sensible and jumped off the stage on his own initiative.
The scarred man had his back to the colorful tent, leaning on a bamboo tube with both hands, bending over and breathing heavily. He used a lot of powerful moves, almost relying on brute force, rushing forward.
It seems normal to be exhausted at this time.
Zhang Yu suddenly said: "No!"
Liu Ruyan looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Yu secretly reached for the Xuanyue Sword on his waist and said, "From his previous performance, it seems that he is very strong. Why is it like this?"
Zhang Yu's six senses are far beyond those of ordinary people. From the moment the scarred man stepped onto the stage, he felt something was wrong. This man definitely had more than just brute force, he must have internal strength. His footwork was steady, and his moves were grand and open, but he always left room for maneuver.
At this moment.
The scarred sturdy man turned around suddenly, and the bamboo tube he was holding broke into two halves, revealing an object from it. It was a black iron pipe, thick in the front and thin in the back, shaped like a bird's beak, and it was aimed at the colorful tent twenty steps away.
"Everyone, please drink this cup to the full."
Prince Ning was toasting to celebrate the successful conclusion of the Qianyun Conference. Taking ten guards was just a waste of time. The real purpose was to use it to strengthen the relationship with the gangs behind them.
These local tyrants have been rooted in Shuntian Prefecture for many years. Some of them have money and will be useful one day.
Zhu Liben was knowledgeable and recognized the origin of the object.
"There are firearms!"
"Escort!"
The fuse was extremely short and it emitted sparks and burned out in an instant.
"boom!"
The iron pipe sprayed out a burst of sparks, and the lead bullet shot towards Prince Ning who was sitting right in front of him.
In a flash, although Zhu Liben was close, he was not a warrior and only had time to push Prince Ning. The lead bullet grazed Prince Ning's neck and shot a hole in the wooden board behind him.
"Escort, escort!"
"Protect the prince!"
The colorful tent was in chaos, and the black-clad guards swarmed in to protect the injured Prince Ning.
"Catch the murderer."
Six or seven figures came out from behind the colorful tent, a few of them jumped up, flew onto the stage, and attacked the scarred burly man.
"Kill the traitorous king! Get rid of the traitors!"
With a loud shout, three people from the underworld at the banquet drew out their hidden weapons and rushed towards King Ning, starting a huge fight between the two.
A gang leader tried to rescue the emperor, but was mistaken for an accomplice by the black-clad guards and attacked with swords.
Some tried to leave, but were blocked and could only use their weapons to break through the wall of the shed behind them to escape.
Zhang Yu, who was sitting at the last seat, immediately withdrew with Liu Ruyan and let them fight.
There seemed to be assassins hiding among the hundreds of gangsters around the ring, creating chaos. Many people who were unaware of the situation drew their swords and killed each other. Everyone was in danger for a while.
Liu Ruyan suddenly said, "It should be him."
"Who?"
"The masters of the Thousand Blades Sect all have blood magpies tattooed on the base of their right hands."
Liu Ruyan looked towards the ring, at the scarred muscular man who was fighting against many opponents alone and was not inferior to the others.
"When he was holding the iron pipe, I saw that there seemed to be a mark on the base of his right hand."
Zhang Yu looked up and saw the scarred burly man waving an iron pipe. There was indeed a red mark on the base of his thumb, but the movement was too fast and he couldn't see clearly whether it was a blood magpie or something else.
Zhang Yu looked back again. In a moment, two of the assassins in the colorful tent had fallen to the hands of the purple-shirted woman. The remaining one was not much better off. His whole body looked like it had been scratched by steel claws, with scars so deep that the bones were visible.
"What kind of martial arts is this? So cruel!"
The six black-clad masters on the ring were unable to take down the scarred burly man for a while, but they managed to hold him down.
"No matter what, we can't let the clues end here."
(End of this chapter)