Chapter 2 Chapter Two Heroes Meeting

Mang Mountain is located in the north of Luoyang, about ten miles away, also known as Beimang.Shi Yun: Luoyang has something to do, and Beimang is a battleground for military strategists. Famous cities and famous mountains are interdependent and complement each other.Moreover, because the mausoleums of emperors and princes from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties are mostly on the mountain, it is famous as Beimang. Since ancient times, it has not been under the Five Sacred Mountains. Luohun Cliff is one of the three dangers in Beimang. The walls are steep and the overhang looks like a lone goose with wings spread.

Although the situation of Luohun Cliff is dangerous, the top of the cliff is a vast and flat open space.I don't know when it started and who discovered it. Over the past hundred years, every grand event in the martial arts has been held here in all likelihood.It has virtually become a natural martial field in the minds of martial arts figures. As the saying goes: from the moon to the mid-autumn equinox.The moonlight tonight is exactly that. The sky is blue, cloudless, and the moon in the middle of the sky is like a bright ancient mirror. At this time, it was about two o'clock.On the top of Luohun Cliff bathed in a bright silver light, a spectacle is unfolding: in the center of the Baizhang open space, from south to north, a thick and straight white line is drawn impartially, dividing the east and west. For two, separated into two uniform semicircles.

In the eastern semicircle, with the back of the cliff facing west, stands a palace-like altar.The altar is ten feet high and is divided into seven layers, each of the same color; from bottom to top, they are marked with seven colored silks of different colors: black, white, blue, blue, red, purple, and yellow. The bottom of the treasure altar is rich and the top is sharp, and the layers of lights are bright.The strangest thing is that the more you go up, the fewer seats there are.The first floor to the sixth floor are all arranged in rows, regardless of individual positions.The first row of seats can be about three feet long, enough to accommodate twenty people to squeeze on it; the second row is shorter, and the third row is even shorter; when it reaches the sixth row, it is as short as about five feet, which can only accommodate two people. Sitting together.Further up, there is only one seat on the seventh floor.It was a high-back chair with a yellow satin brocade embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns.And the ones hanging above the head were changed from ordinary wind lanterns to seven hexagonal palace lanterns, one lantern and one word, which together became: the third martial arts leader.

On the front side of the treasure altar, there is another small auxiliary altar.The auxiliary altar is about three feet high, with only one floor, and there are nine seats in total; one is in the center, and the other eight are arranged on the left and right sides of the main seat in two wings.On the ground in front of the altar, there was a thick and large futon.Behind the futon is a cloud ladder, and you can reach the main seat on the top floor by climbing up the stairs.In front of the main seat, there is a sandalwood table, on which there is a beast stove filled with cigarettes.Although the scale of this auxiliary altar is small, it shows another kind of solemnity because of the addition of a beast furnace.

In the eastern semicircle, apart from these two main and auxiliary altars, there is nothing else, and there is no one person. In the western semicircle, on the contrary, at this time, the open space is like a shuttle, while the figures rising from the cliff are more like the reverse flow of a fountain, and its momentum is positive.After a while, the western semicircle was almost completely covered by human waves.People come and go, and the more they walk, the denser they are, but except for the sound of the wind blowing through the sleeves, there is no sound of coughing.At first glance, the figures seem to walk in a chaotic manner, but if you observe carefully, you can find that those people are not running blindly.Their steps are steady, their eyes are firm, and everyone seems to be heading towards a direction that belongs to them.

Just north of the junction of the east and west semicircles, in the shade of a row of ancient pines on the edge of the cliff obliquely opposite to the vice altar, an old man and a young man were sitting quietly in the midst of the hustle and bustle.The old man was a hunchbacked old man with a white beard hanging down his chest, and the young one was a handsome young man in ragged clothes but with extremely regular facial features.The old man looked serious, while the boy's face was full of curiosity. This is the most desolate corner of the cliff top, far away from the group, coupled with the luxuriant foliage, it is difficult for people to find it.The old and the young, condescending, with burning eyes, are looking at the field from the gaps in the branches and leaves.

At this time, the crowd in the western semicircle has gradually become still.Looking around, there are clusters of three, five, four or six, like random tombs of different shapes and sizes, either sparsely or densely, facing the two treasure altars to the east, forming an irregular arc.Although the bodies of those people stopped temporarily, their eyes were still like chaotic electricity, scanning each other in the crowd. When the young man saw him, he frowned and said in a low voice: "Look at the eyes of those people, Master, what are they looking for?" The old man responded casually: Looking for someone!

The boy frowned and said again: Are they all looking for someone? The old man still replied in a rambling voice: Yes, they are all looking for someone.As he said that, he turned his head and smiled slightly, and said, "I'm looking for two people they didn't really want to find." The young man was startled when he heard that, and blurted out: "Well, what do you mean?"The star eyes rolled, and Xuan laughed again: Oh, oh, I see. The old man smiled and said: Do you understand? The young man replied with a smile: What they are looking for must be the first leader of the alliance who sentenced Wei Gongyi with a sum of Yin and Yang money, and the second leader of the alliance who was a Confucian man in white clothes.Master, do you think my guess is correct?

The old man snorted, pretending to be displeased, and said: so what?Things like this that can be understood after thinking about it should not be asked at all. The young man seized the opportunity and whispered with a smile: "Why is that sub-altar set up?"Wei Zhi thought it over and over again, but he couldn't understand. The old man was so angry and funny when he was asked, he said in a low voice that he deserved to be beaten, and then deliberately put on a straight face and said: No matter what kind of meeting, there must be a host, what's so hard to think about? The young man held back his laughter, and argued playfully in a low voice: Wei Zhi is asking who is the host of the conference?

The old man glared at him and said angrily, "Worried about not seeing him later?" The young man made a grimace, and said with a smile: If you see it, if you don't recognize it, you still have to ask.Master, isn't it all the same sooner or later? The old man is at a loss for words.He felt comforted by the young man's wit, but he pretended to hate him and said: Tell you, it is reserved for Shaolin monks, you know? The young man asked immediately: So, the Shaolin faction won't participate in the battle for the leader?The old man nodded helplessly.The boy hurriedly asked again: Is it the same as the previous two sessions?The old man nodded again.

The boy wondered: Why did Shaolin give up this honor?The old man glared at him, but did not speak. The young man seemed to realize something and said to himself: I know, the Shaolin School must have the same thinking as your old man. The old man couldn't help laughing in a low voice and scolded: Do you know what Master thinks? The young man shook his head and said with a smile: If Weizhi is right, it would be futile for you to deny it. The old man laughed and scolded: You can talk about it. The young man smiled innocently: "If you are right, Master will not let you down!"As the smile subsided, he looked at the old man, and said with certainty: Wei Zhi believes that the Shaolin faction and you, the old man, must have a very high status in today's martial arts, and there is no need to rely on this kind of leadership throne that is held every ten years to increase your own prestige .Then he added: It is more likely that after taking the throne, it will damage Qing's reputation.After speaking, he smiled and said to the old man: Master, is that so? The old man scolded with a smile: Luan sycophantic only scolded half a sentence, seemed to be touched, and suddenly stopped talking.Then he shook his head, sighed lightly, and raised his face sadly and speechlessly. The young man stared blankly at the old man for a while, and said in a low voice uneasily: Master, you know that what Wei Zhi said is all the truth. Although Wei Zhi knows very little about your old man, Wei Zhi always believes that you are just like what you have heard, you must have the power to decide the life and death of ordinary martial arts figures. Maybe Wei Zhi said something wrong, but it is definitely not intentional to make you The old man is not happy, Master, please, please believe me. After listening quietly, the old man turned around, pulled the young man into his arms, stroked the young man's hair lightly, lowered his head and said with a pitiful smile, "Silly boy, who said you were wrong?" The young man looked up, with tears in his eyes, and smiled childishly: Wei Zhiding was afraid that the master would sigh, and when the master sighed, Wei Zhi would feel unspeakable sadness in his heart. The old man forced a smile and said: Master is laughing? The boy shook his head and said: It's not good to laugh either. The old man was startled and said, "What do you mean?" The young man shrank his head and said with a smile: When master laughs, he always wants to scold people. The old man laughed and scolded: "If it hurts you, you will be ashamed!" The boy smiled and said: Look, what did I say? Seeing that the old man's face was no longer worried, the young man couldn't help asking: "Master, what did you just say?" The old man was surprised: What did I say? The young man didn't follow suit and said: You just said that Wei Zhi's conjecture was correct.You said it, Lai can't do it. The old man nodded and said: Yes, I said it. The young man happily said: You are right! The old man nodded, then shook his head again and said: It is not impossible to say that you are right, but strictly speaking, it can only be regarded as half right. The boy frowned and said, "Half right?Then he raised his face and asked: What about the other half? The old man pondered and said: The other half?Plausible. The boy's starry eyes flickered, as if he was thinking.After a while, suddenly his expression changed, he raised his face, and said earnestly: So, which half of Wei Zhi's guess is right? The old man replied quietly: About half of Shaolin. The young man let out a slight disappointment. The old man seemed not to have seen it, raised his eyes to focus on the void, and continued as if he was talking to himself: The Shaolin school, since the founding of Bodhidharma's reed to the east, has a generation of virtuous talents.Not only is the unique art becoming more and more sophisticated, but also because the heads of all generations are all eminent monks, all of them are as open-minded as a valley, as courageous as timid, and as wise as foolish.That's why he has been able to lead the Wulin virtually for hundreds of years, and has never been tabooed by other sects. Then, he sighed softly: "Leader, the hero of a thousand men, what is it?" The young man couldn't help but blurted out and asked: If that's the case, why choose the leader? The old man shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Son, when you mention this, you can't explain it clearly in a few words.Besides, it will not be difficult for you to know one day in the future, and it is too early to tell you now. The young man seemed unwilling to give up. After thinking for a while, he hesitated and said: Is it because someone has gossip about Shaolin's leadership? The old man laughed and said: You know again. The boy refused to accept it and said: Otherwise, what else would it be for? The old man couldn't help but smiled and nodded and said: "My child, you are really born with a delicate heart, just like you seem to have slipped your words, you suddenly stopped talking, and your face changed slightly at the same time. The boy hurriedly asked: Master, who do you think I look like. The old man coughed lightly, and blamed him with a straight face: Who do you look like?I said who do you look like?Always love bickering. The young man frowned, the old man didn't allow him to argue, and continued: "Master praises you for your exquisite mind. No matter what you guess, you can be almost inseparable."At such a young age, it is quite rare.Take the martial arts conference as an example, just like you guessed. Although the old man turned so that there was no trace of the axe, he thought in his heart: You must be careful when you speak in the future! After all, the boy was still innocent, and he became happy again at the moment.He raised his face and said happily: Master, did I guess right again? The old man was relieved, nodded and said: It's roughly as you said, but it's not as simple as you think.Reminiscing, he said: In the Hualin Garden during the day, the master has already told you that now the martial arts are flourishing, but the martial virtues are declining day by day.Back then Shaolin initiated this proposal, it was really a wise move to protect oneself.At this point, he focused on the young man and said: Son, do you understand the reason why Shaolin did not participate in the alliance? The boy kept nodding his head and said: Weizhi understands. The old man sighed with emotion, and said in a low voice: As for Master, I am not as noble as you imagined! The boy thought to himself: the old man does not deny that he has a lofty status in the martial arts that is no less than that of Shaolin. He came to tonight's martial arts meeting purely for observation, and he is not even willing to show up. Of course, he can't talk about fighting.So, isn't his old man exactly the same as the Shaolin sect's attitude of staying out of it?The fact is so, what is not clear? He was about to ask the old man about this, when the old man suddenly said in a deep voice: "Look up, kid, the hosts have entered the venue one after another, the meeting is about to begin!" The young man let out an excited oh, and had no time to ask any more questions, he hurriedly raised his face and looked towards the square. At this time, cheers erupted from the arc-shaped human layer in the western half circle.Amidst the cheers, the human layer automatically opened a passage.The young man looked everywhere, and saw nine great monks wearing cassocks walking out of the passage one after another.The one who is leading and walking in the front is slightly thinner than the eight monks behind him, holding a purple jade ruyi in his hand, and wearing a dark purple embroidered gold cassock;The eight monks wear the same style of red and yellow cassocks, and each of them holds a white jade ruyi handle. The nine monks appeared in a file, in order, like a formation of wild geese.All the monks covered their chests with their right hands Ruyi slantingly, clapped their left palms to ask questions, walked steadily and gracefully, walked quickly with their heads down, and kept their eyes straight. In the western semicircle, there was a burst of heartfelt admiration followed by cheers.In the blink of an eye, the nine monks had already crossed the white line in the center of the field amidst the sound of admiration, and walked to the side altar on the left side of the alliance altar. When the nine monks arrived at the deputy altar, they all turned around lightly, their figures were slightly wrong, and they had changed into a horizontal row.The purple-clothed monks are in the middle, and the red-clothed monks are four on the left and four on the right.The purple-clothed monk in the center chanted the Buddha's name, and the nine monks joined hands at the same time, facing the western semicircle, and bowed reverently.In the western semicircle, there was another round of cheers. The purple-clothed monk lowered his head and slid back a few steps, turned his body backward, and stepped up the ladder to the main seat on the top floor, while the other eight monks ascended to the altar from the wings on both sides of the auxiliary altar. The Shaolin eminent monk, who was wearing a dark purple embroidered gold cassock, held a purple jade wishful thinking, and sat high on the vice altar master's seat, was about sixty years old, with a long thin face, and a pair of long eyebrows hanging down from the corners of his eyes, which were already slightly gray , Between the opening and closing of the eyes, the light is shining.There are eight people on both sides, although they look different, they all have powerful eyes and red faces. After seeing the faces of the nine monks clearly, the young man couldn't help muttering: These great monks, the Dharma looks are so solemn! The old man nodded, looked at the deputy altar, and said solemnly: "The man named Zhong Wu in the middle is the twenty-fifth generation of Shaolin, that is, the current master.The current four-character class in Shaolin is Zhong, Sheng, Pu and Du.The eight people on both sides are the abbots of the various ministries of the temple, they are people under one person in Shaolin Temple, and belong to the new generation.From left to right, the order is marked by the eight characters of Zhi, Hui, Yuan, Tong, Fan, Dust, Le, and Jing.Although they are the second-generation disciples of Shaolin, they are all first-class masters in the martial arts world! The young man couldn't help asking: In this way, is Master Zhongwu's martial arts still up to par? The old man let out a hey, and said with a sneer: In the current martial arts world, are there many crazy people who don't open their eyes? The young man couldn't help but said again: They thought Master Zhongwu was just an ordinary monk, nothing special? The old man sneered and said: "It doesn't stop there!"There was another sneer, and then he continued: They thought that no one was so great except themselves. The young man was puzzled and said: Shaolin leader Wulin has been in the martial arts for hundreds of years, and his reputation was not created overnight. This is a well-known fact.If there were any accidents in Shaolin, such as the theft of the secret book, the loss of unique knowledge, etc., which caused people to lose their respect for Shaolin, how can they say, Master, did any accidents happen in Shaolin in the past? The old man shook his head, and the young man immediately said: Then, why are they so rampant? The old man raised his face and said: "A monk who doesn't open his mouth doesn't know how many scriptures he knows."Children, have you heard this proverb? The young man nodded, and the old man snorted and said: The reason why Shaolin martial arts is suspected by those crazy people is similar to the above-mentioned proverb.Due to the strict discipline of Shaolin, Shaolin monks have not done anything with outsiders for almost a hundred years, so some people said: What is Shaolin's unique learning?Arhat boxing?Tathagata Seven Styles?Or is it the legendary invincible magic power Mahayana Gang Qi?He further added: Could it be that it has been lost long ago?Going a step further, he said: Hey, have you seen it?All I know is that I haven't seen it, and neither has my master. As the old man spoke, he paused for a moment and then said, "That's it, one story spreads to ten, ten spreads to hundreds, and there are different opinions."In the end, the question turned into affirmation, that is, no!No!Shaolin has nothing! Hearing this, the young man said anxiously: Shaolin can use facts to refute rumors! The old man said, "According to you, how should we develop a method?"Find a troublemaker to fight?Or convene various factions to perform? The young man blushed and said in a low voice: Of course this is not possible.Then he said stubbornly: But if it were me, I would not be willing to be underestimated like this. The old man wanted to scold the young man, but he suddenly thought that a fifteen-year-old child had such an idea, he should be able to distinguish right from wrong and have good integrity.Shaolin did that, because of the situation and background of the sect, so what is your idea here?Therefore, he lowered his eyes and changed it into a soft sigh: You are still young, child, you must know that this is the reason why Shaolin is different from other famous families!The boy nodded emotionally. The old man suddenly remembered something and said solemnly: Do you know, child!In other words, justice rests in the hearts of the people.This kind of magnanimity and demeanor are the elements of becoming a leader, and martial arts are as important as martial arts. The young man nodded, and said in a low voice: Weizhi remembers the master's words.On the one hand, he wondered: Who are those madmen? The boy was about to raise his head to ask, when the old man suddenly said in a low voice: "Pay attention to the field, kid!" First, there was a clear and clear Buddha's chant from afar, and then a clear and loud sound pierced the night sky, and it fluttered all over the venue on the top of Luohun Cliff: "The year is Jiazi, on the 15th night of the mid-autumn month, the third correction."The old monk Zhongwu, the twenty-fifth generation head of Shaolin, followed the referendum of the same people in the world ten years ago, led eight disciples of the next generation, and ordered to preside over the third martial arts alliance conference to start on time. The moon was in the middle of the sky, and the audience was silent. The announcement from the chief seat on the top floor of the deputy altar in the eastern semicircle continued to be transmitted to every corner of the audience: Please be quiet, and please observe the rules of the conference: once every ten years, the association will elect a leader with complete morality and ability to preside over the next ten years The righteousness of martial arts in the world.The leader has to decide a kind of order talisman and announce it to the world on the spot.In the next ten years, wherever the order talisman arrives, it should be regarded as the leader's presence in person, and one body will obey; those who disobey for some reason are public enemies of the martial arts, and the leader's order can be passed on to all sects and sects to convene a temporary meeting to discuss crimes.When the bill is established, it will be implemented collectively; there will be no pardon regardless of sect or seniority, relatives or friends.According to the regulations, re-election is eligible for re-election.At this point in the sound transmission, there was a sudden pause. The first leader sentenced Wei Daxia for a sum of yin and yang money, and the second leader Yipinxiao and white-clothed Confucian and martial arts hero said so much, and there was another pause. The young man gave the old man a hand, and whispered in surprise: What?The surname of the second leader is Wu? The old man murmured, forced a smile and said: Yes, the surname is Wu, this is the honor of your surname Wu! The boy's starry eyes flickered, and he wanted to ask again, but at this moment the sound transmission sounded again: There is no need for the poor monk to repeat the lives of the two of them, I think you must be as clear as the poor monk.Regrettably, since Daxia Wei was elected as the leader of the first session, he did not participate in the second session, and the leader of the second session, Wu Daxia, did not appear tonight.In terms of the moral character and martial arts of Wei and Wu, it can be said to be our misfortune.However, nowadays, there are many talented people from various schools and factions, and we can wait and see the emergence of the third martial arts heroes tonight.However, the poor monk is a little foolish, and I would like to provide references for friends who are interested in the throne: Wei and Wu, the first and second leaders of the alliance, although they have not appeared in the martial arts since they were elected as the leaders, but in the past twenty years. In China, it is calm.Although innocuous grievance disputes are inevitable, there has never been any uproar between factions.Regarding this point, the poor monk thought that it should be the reason why the two heroes Wei and Wu were so convincing.Based on this, before the selection of the third leader, we should first pay tribute to Wei and Wu for their 20 years of great achievements in benefiting the martial arts. In the western semicircle, there was an immediate response, and another round of warm cheers came out.The boy was also excited for a while, and at the same time he murmured: It's good to come and see it. I really can't figure out the reason why they didn't show up anymore. The old man looked at the night sky through the branches and leaves, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't speak. The cheers stopped, and the sound transmission resumed: "Jin Juan Wei Hero, Yipin Xiaowu Hero, are indeed the light of our generation of warriors."The poor monk hopes that the future leaders must take Wei and Wu as examples, cultivate themselves and respect themselves, set an example, and eliminate disasters invisibly.After a slight pause, he said again: "The first and second conferences, the heroes of the world who attended the conference, all of them have a very good demeanor, and everyone has the style of a gentleman."Therefore, the formation of the leader was extremely smooth, and it is still praised by the world. I hope that the third meeting to be held tonight will have a better performance. Those who want to win the championship must do what they can.Don't be arrogant in victory, don't be discouraged in defeat, have a loyal intention, and go to the end.In fair competition, one must not use the public to benefit one's own interests, and entangle personal grievances; so as not to tarnish the grand event and leave a reputation for the world. With a Buddha's name, he continued: "This is all the words of the poor monk. The selection process is the same as before, and the meeting officially begins."After the Masters of All Enlightenment announced the speeches of the meeting, they proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and then they closed their eyes and sat down without saying a word.Cigarettes curled up, and the whole venue became more and more silent. In the western semicircle, everyone's eyes are like lightning, you look at me and I look at you silently, as if they are asking a common question: Hey, is anyone ready to end? The moonlight sprinkled on the square, a little gray.The mountain wind occasionally blows down a few blood-red maple leaves, and the rustling sound echoes the beating of people's hearts. At this time, the old man suddenly murmured: "Get started!The fate of another martial arts figure begins to be decided!After finishing speaking, he sighed lightly again.The old man's voice was very low, as low as a dream.The young man didn't hear the old man talking to himself, because he was extremely nervous at the moment, and his eyes never left the large group of people in the western semicircle. He wanted to find the first person to appear, and he was more anxious than anyone else. The boy's heart was beating hard.He thought anxiously and anxiously: The first one to end up, if he wants to win the throne, he must repel all the people present, so how can it be possible?He thought: Humans are human after all, no matter how good the martial arts are, energy is always limited!As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, not to mention a pair of one hundred or even a thousand!Therefore, he believes that the first one to appear must be sacrificed.He thought so, and at the same time suffered from this worry. The boy felt anxious, and couldn't help blurting out in a low voice: No way!No one can be the first to run out! Hearing the sound, the old man turned his head, frowned and said, "It's so quiet down there, why are you shouting?" Just as the young man was about to express his heart, there was a sudden murmur in the western semicircle, as if he had discovered that someone was about to appear.The young man looked up anxiously, it was really good!A middle-aged Confucian scholar with a fluttering blue shirt and a long sword on his back has already left the group and is walking slowly towards the white line in the center of the field. The boy stomped his feet and said, "What should I do?" The old man said, "What's the matter!"you? Why is he so stupid? who? The person who is playing now. Where is he so stupid? Could he beat everyone present? Does he have to hit everyone present? oh? laugh! So You are the fool, boy! That? Don't be verbose, just look with your eyes! In the arena, the middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a blue gown with a long sword on his back, a handsome appearance, and shining eyes, has slowly crossed the white line in the center of the arena.But after seeing him cross the white line, he first bowed to the Master Zhongwu on the side altar in the distance, then turned around, clasped his fists, and said loudly to the west semicircle: Huashan Xiaoyao Sword Bai Letian, throwing bricks to attract jade , Ask about the black list, and hope that the world's advanced will not hesitate to enlighten me. After the Confucian scholar shouted, he showed a leisurely smile and stood upright with his fists clasped.The western semicircle fell silent again, all eyes were on the middle-aged Confucian scholar who called himself Xiaoyaojian, and every face looked extremely serious. On the side altar, a slow, deep and continuous drum sound suddenly sounded, boom!Boom!Boom!One after another.While the drum was beating, the old man nodded and said to himself: "Xiaoyao Swordsman, his name matches his reality, and he really has the demeanor of a famous swordsman." The young man was looking at the field with his eyes wide open, but now he turned his head and panted and asked urgently in a low voice: Master, look, there is no one who challenges!This popular faction is not bad, do you think this Xiaoyao swordsman surnamed Bai has the hope of being the leader? The old man shook his head, smiled and said: "Leader?"It's not bad to be on the red list. The boy let out an oh, and hurriedly asked again: "Red list?"What is the red list? The old man glanced at the main altar and said: Here, do you see the seven colors on the main altar over there? The young man nodded hurriedly and said: I noticed it earlier, counting from bottom to top, black, white, blue, blue, red, purple, and yellow. The old man smiled and said: Do you understand?Master estimated that he could rise to the fifth floor. The boy was disappointed and said: Can't you rise higher? The old man smiled and said: There is only one leader! The young man asked again: Then what did he mean when he said he asked about the black list? The old man shouted: Can't you hear that is a kind of self-effacement?Muddy boy! The drum beat suddenly stopped, and there was a burst of cheers for the victors in the western semicircle. The young man stared at it, and the Huashan Xiaoyao Sword had already walked towards the main altar. Congratulations to Huashan Bai Daxia on the black list. There was noise in the western semicircle, probably looking for the second person to appear. The young man took the opportunity to ask again: Master, how many times did the drum sound? The old man said: Seven blows. The young man said: "Seven blows all the time?" The old man shook his head and said: It's not the same. What's the difference? If you enter the first list, add three links; if you go above the fifth list, replace it with Admiralty. The young man was about to ask further questions, but suddenly he was attracted by the boiling voice, and when he looked away, it turned out that someone had come out again. The person who appeared was an old man in his early sixties, with a red face and a very vigorous spirit.I saw him striding like flying, after crossing the white line, he cupped his fists towards the deputy altar, then turned around and reported in a loud voice: old man Guan Sheng, nicknamed Dongting old man, is willing to be taught by heroes all over the world.After finishing his words, he stroked his beard and stood up, awe-inspiring. The voice of the people became quieter, the sound of the drums slowed down, and the seven beats passed safely. Amidst the cheers, congratulations came from the deputy altar: The poor monks are all enlightened, and I would like to congratulate the hero of Dongtingguan on the black list.The red-faced old man Guan Sheng clasped his fists, turned around and ran towards the main altar, and sat down on the black row of seats on the first floor, next to Bai Letian, Huashan Xiaoyaojian. The young man asked the old man again: "Which list can this old man enter?" The old man thought for a while and said: It should be a person on the Qingbang. The boy was quite surprised and said: What?On the contrary, it is not as good as Huashan Xiaoyao Sword? The old man let out a hey and said: Do you think it is easy to enter the red list? The young man stuck out his tongue and said to himself: In this way, it is really troublesome to be the leader of the alliance! At this time, someone else appeared.The person who appeared was a Taoist priest in feathers, about fifty years old, with a strange appearance, a slender figure, full of divine light in his eyes, and a willow beard brushing his chest. After the routine ceremony, the Taoist turned around and signed up and said, "Wudang Yichen, take this opportunity to meet with the world's masters, to open your eyes, and I am looking forward to teaching you."After the Taoist finished speaking, he was elegant and outstanding, quite a bit of a Taoist spirit. When the drums sounded, the young man whispered to the old man: How about this Wudang priest? The old man stared and said, "How about you, how much do you want me to answer?" The boy smiled and said: Let's talk about his martial arts first! The old man said in a rambling voice: "The Daluo palm technique is probably ready. The young man said: "What is a big palm?" The old man said: Wudang is unique. The young man said again: "Looking at the demeanor of this Taoist priest, is it not enough for 100%?" The old man snorted and said: If it is 100%, you can enter the purple list. The young man was startled and said: "What, with 100% of the palms, you can only enter the purple list?" The old man said coldly: You can enter the purple list, but you can't enter the purple list steadily. The young man hurriedly said: Then he only has the hope of red list? The old man snorted, but didn't speak. The young man urged, "Why don't you answer me!"Master? The old man rolled his eyes at him and said, "I told you everything, what's the point of reading it?" The young man's starry eyes flashed, he thought about it, and immediately sneered and said: "Master, I'm afraid that too many words will prove ineffective, so I'm embarrassed."snort!Dang Weizhi didn't know? The old man glared at him, wanted to scold him, but changed to a smile, nodded and said: That's right, Master is worried about this.I'm afraid that if I say too much, I will be embarrassed in the end.Then he said: "My boy, are you actually playing this?" Seeing the trick, the young man gave a chuckle, and turned his face to look at the field.The fourth entered the stage, an old man with disheveled hair.The young man seemed to hear the old man beside him gasp, but when he looked back, the old man looked very calm. This old man is really rambunctious!A face seemed to have not been washed for three years, so dirty that even the facial features could not be distinguished, only the eyes could be seen shining, and there was actually a bamboo basket in his hand at this moment.He stepped over the white line, bowed to the deputy altar, grinned, and shouted, "Master, hello!"Master Zhongwu actually bowed his body as a gesture of respect. Huazi turned around, held up the broken basket with both hands as a salute, and shouted at the same time: "Yellow River beggars, worry about seeing people!"If you want to be on the list, the higher the better, I hope everyone will join us.The drums sounded, someone was laughing, and the boy couldn't help laughing either. The young man turned his head to see if the master was smiling, but when he raised his eyes, he couldn't help being startled. The old man frowned, his expression seemed unusually dignified.The young man knew there was a reason for it, so he hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Who is this Huazi? Is he very powerful?" The old man sneered and said: "Head of the Yellow River Beggar Gang, do you think he has a big background?" Since he is the head of a generation, why would he take such a nondescript nickname as Jian Renchou? Listen to his nonsense, he read the first two words upside down! Sad? Who said no! The young man laughed, and asked in turn: He is the name of someone who sees sorrow, and he is also the head of a faction, so the position of the leader should be expected, right? The old man murmured: It is likely to be the same as the previous two sessions. The boy hurriedly said: He also participated in the previous two sessions? Not really. The results of it? As far as the red list? Can't go up? who knows? How do you say this? He resigned automatically! why? He said that it would be nice to be popular.Does anyone know what he means by this? The young man felt even more novel, but he couldn't figure out the reason for it for a while.At this moment, the sound of the drums stopped early, Master Zhong Wu had already delivered his congratulatory speech, and the funny old beggar was rushing towards the main altar.Sitting under Wudang Yichen, he opened his collar and touched the lice. The fifth place is a quack with a medicine chest and only one eye.When he signed up, he proclaimed: Cui Hun of Huangshan, the cheap name is a doctor, friends, please enlighten me! After the Qitong drum passed, and An was listed on the black list, there were also people cheering.The boy realized that the cheering was just a habitual courtesy to the list-seekers, and it was not worth paying attention to.He couldn't help snorting: If this kind of person is the leader of the alliance, it's a joke! The old man also snorted and said: Judging people by their appearance is extreme. The young man raised his face in surprise and said: Is this doctor a good man? Did I say he was a good person? That's good. What's up? It's not a good guy, of course it's a bad guy! Why do you make a judgment? Is he a good or bad person? That's exactly what happened. The young man shook his head, and suddenly asked: "Which list can he enter?" On this point, it has already stopped answering. Afraid of saying too much? Be careful with your mouth, it's true. The old and the young smiled at each other, and it was time for the sixth place to play. The sixth person who appeared was a short, skinny old man with green eyes, eerie, less than five feet tall.He clasped his hands in a gloomy and cold manner and said: "Who is this old man? My friends all want to know, please advise!"He stopped with a dry laugh, and with his hands back, he only waited for the sound of the drum. There was a murmur in the western semicircle, and the young man heard the old man sigh behind him. He wanted to turn around, but suddenly realized a strange thing: that is, the skinny old man had finished speaking for a long time, and before the sound of the drum came from the side altar, he At this time, Shen Xiong, the master of all enlightenment, raised his voice: Please enter the stage now and pass the name according to the rules, so that the poor monk can spread the drum!The old man behind him sighed again. The skinny old man with green eyes in the arena turned his head and stared at the deputy altar with a sneer, then turned his face and shouted to the west semicircle: Meishan Tiandu old man! Hey, turned his head and asked coldly to the deputy altar: Master, is this in compliance with the regulations? All enlightened masters responded to Amitabha Buddha, folded their palms and lowered their eyebrows, and sat upright as before. Drum beats seven, passed.From the deputy altar, Master Zhongwu's calm and usual congratulatory message came out: Poor monks, all Wuwu, congratulations to Meishan Tiandu old man for being on the black list!The green-eyed old man hummed endlessly, and walked towards the main altar half-dead.This time, there was no cheering, and everyone was whispering, not knowing what they were talking about. The boy turned his head and said in a low voice: Master, who is this person? The old man said coldly: Meishan Tiandu old man, you have no ears? The young man was taken aback, he didn't know why the old man was suddenly unhappy, he had a lot to ask, so he had to swallow it back.Not wanting to, the old man sighed in a low voice: Alas!Shaolin will have a lot of troubles in the future! The young man was startled and said: No wonder the master is unhappy. Could this person be one of the madmen his old man just mentioned? The seventh place came out, and the boy's eyes lit up.drink!Who do you know is coming? By the way, he is the boss of the Helan Five Tigers, Huang Pi Binghu. Sick Tiger closed his eyelids, and slowly signed up: Helan Huangpi, nicknamed Sick Tiger, intends to break into the top seven rankings, please give advice from friends on the road!In the western semicircle, someone seemed to sneer.It was about to swell, so the young man didn't hear it clearly, he couldn't help thinking: It's really interesting that he is called Huang Pi. The old man suddenly sighed: "Sickness enters through the mouth, misfortune comes out through the mouth, sad husband!" The young man wondered: Why did the master express this feeling?He knew that the old man was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to turn around and ask.After the seven drums were finished, when he wanted to look back at the old man's face, the eighth one came out one after another. The eighth place is a woman wait a minute!She was not the beautiful woman who had an unhappiness with the five tigers of Helan in the Zhengyang restaurant during the day, and she was not the beautiful woman who changed her color after hearing Mei Xu's disdain for Xue, but Xue lost Mei's fragrance and a couple of Song poems.Yes, this woman is also very beautiful. Not only is her beauty not inferior to that of the woman in Zhengyang Tower, but she is also younger. She looks about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She is dressed in a light blue dress with distinct curves.I saw that her eyebrows were like spring mountains, her eyes were like autumn waters, and she was charming and charming. This woman is wearing a dagger that is only a foot and a half long. She crosses the white line and slaps towards the side altar. Then she turns to the west semicircle. Facing thousands of pairs of straight eyes, she said delicately, "Tianshan Yu Meimei, Known as Lanfeng, she is willing to ask for advice from the Tianshan swordsmanship. The drums started and stopped after seven times, and they shouted wildly.Tianshan Lanfeng smiled and gave a blessing, and walked towards the main altar under the routine congratulatory speech of Master Zhongwu. The boy waited for a long time, but he never saw the ninth player appear.Just as he was hesitating, suddenly there was a rush of drums from the side altar, and after the rush, there was a slow drum again, continuously, with one sound slowing down.The young man couldn't help turning his head and asked: What does the sound of the drum mean? The old man said: Reminding the venue, the slow drum beats for 21 rounds, and the registration for the first list is over. The boy felt disappointed and said: There were only these eight people in the first game? The old man glanced at him and said: Don't you think it's too little? The boy shook his head and said, "It's simply too little." 老人哼道：太少？已比一、二兩屆多出兩名呢！ 少年不滿地又道：同時也沒有挑戰，人人順利登榜。我還以為有多驚險，原來也不過如此而已，真是毫無意思。 老人又哼道：誰要爭這黑榜？ 少年沒有在意，繼續埋怨道：再說這八人中，我實在看不出誰夠資格當盟主。 老人又哼道：誰又告訴你盟主一定就在這八人之中呢？ 盟主不一定就在這八人之中？少年喃喃重複了一遍，猛然一怔，發覺事實並不如他所想像的那麼單純，不由精神又是一振，且對老人前一句也覺得有意義起來。忖道：哦！原來好戲還在後面呢！於是他連忙問道：什麼？不經黑榜，照樣可登他榜？ 老人哼道：誰說不可以？ 少年又道：從那一榜開始？ 老人道：那一榜都可以開始。 少年又問：如何越登法呢？ 老人瞪眼道：看都等不及？少年吐吐舌頭，扮了個鬼臉。 二十一響催場鼓聲中，無人出場。 這時候，鼓聲停，全場一片沉靜。副壇上，再度傳出大會主持人少林掌門眾悟大師的傳音：黑榜結束，白榜開始！語音甫落，令鼓即起。 令鼓甫起，首登黑榜的華山逍遙劍客白樂天，即以一個曼妙的姿勢，自黑色排座上躍落主壇之前，同時面帶微笑，安閒地步向場中央白線。 少年星目圓睜，頭頂幾乎要探出松蔭之外，心也跳得很厲害。也許為了這位逍遙劍客有著一種儒雅的高貴氣質。 也可能是為了他是曾令少年付出過憂心代價的第一個出場者，總之說不太清楚，少年對這位華山劍客有著特別關切的感覺。這時，他一方面要看著逍遙劍客，一方面卻又忍不住要查察西半圓內的動靜。 他想，白榜在黑榜之上，可能有人要爭，萬一碰到個厲害的怎麼辦？ 他又想，西邊這麼多人，臥虎藏龍，各懷大志，他能一一應付過去？ 逍遙劍客白樂天，步履從容，走得很慢，人達場中央白線，十響令鼓剛好敲完最後一下。副壇傳音道：貧僧眾悟，謹賀華山白大俠榮登白榜！西半圓內發出一陣歡呼，少年深深吐出一口長氣。 逍遙劍客微笑著抱拳一拱，迅即轉回主壇，升登第二層，在白色排座的一端坐下。 逍遙劍客入座後，令鼓二度響起，第二名接受升榜考驗的是那位紅光滿面的洞庭叟關勝。十通鼓罷，洞庭叟安然升入白榜。 第三名是柳鬚拂胸、相貌奇古的武當一塵子道長；第四名是滑稽突梯、其髒無比、一隻破籃總不離手的黃河丐幫掌門人見愁；第五名是身揹藥箱、只有一隻眼睛、面目險詐的黃山要命郎中崔魂，以上二至五名，均如前兩名一樣，在祝詞與歡呼聲中安然昇格，進入白榜。 少年看至這裡，不禁回頭有點失望地低聲道：師父，還是沒有爭榜呀！ 老人輕哼道：白榜又有什麼好爭的？ 少年又道：過去兩屆也如此？ 老人搖搖頭道：過去黑榜就有人爭。 少年哦了一聲，老人接著道：第一屆黑榜發生三次爭逐，第二屆發生兩次，兩次黑榜上榜者均為六名，那也就是說，第一屆黑榜出場九人，三名被淘汰；第二屆出場八人，淘汰兩名。 少年奇怪地道：今夜怎麼這樣太平呢？ 老人嘆道：前兩屆情形有些反常，不足為訓。 少年不解道：這是怎麼說？ 老人又嘆了一聲道：按道理說，自黑榜開始。報名下場，憑一己之聲望和成就，循序昇格，才能算為正途 少年接道：是呀！大家怎不這樣做呢？ 老人嘆道：有人將自己看得很高，他們以為經過黑、白兩榜是種侮辱呢！ 少年忙道：這樣說來，越上去豈不爭奪越烈？ 老人嘆道：那還用說麼？ 少年又道：下面這麼多人，縱能進入紫榜，豈不仍會被摔下來？ 老人望了他一眼道：你是怎麼想的，孩子？ 少年發愁地道：總不能禁止別人不挑戰呀！ 老人笑了一笑道：你想得太天真了，孩子，別作杞人之憂，不會那樣不公平的。慢慢看下去，你就知道了。 少年忽又想起一個問題，抬臉問道：師父，黑榜的名額有無限制？ 老人搖頭道：沒有。 少年詫異道：這就奇了，既然黑榜沒有名額限制，爭端何來？ 老人點點頭，嘆道：這一問，問得有道理。是的，孩子，黑榜沒有名額限制，人人皆可報名上榜，並不一定非將人家趕下來不可。不過，你得先知道一件事：在這場合中要能出人頭地，武功固然重要，但如果單憑武功而缺乏另一項與武功同等重要的條件，師父可以告訴你，十九難能如願！ 少年不假思索地道：我知道，師父，另一條件便是個人的品德！ 老人目露慈光讚許地點頭道：不錯，孩子，你猜對了。跟著接下去說道：記得少林眾悟和尚的話嗎？他說要大家立意忠厚，別將私人恩怨纏夾其中，就是有鑒於前兩屆黑榜即發生慘烈爭逐而發。那些想把對方從黑榜趕出的人，他們並非是為了爭奪盟主而出手的啊！ 少年道：為了私人恩怨，令對方難堪？ 老人點頭道：你這就算完全明白了。跟著又嘆道：想想看，假如一個人武學與品德兼修，他又怎會有此遭遇？ 少年想了想，又道：一個人結怨既多，又何必在這種場合露面呢？ 老人苦笑道：這一問，就傻了。他如有這種自知之明，當初哪會結下怨來？ 老少對答至此，副壇傳音又起：白榜結束，藍榜開始！ 少年失聲道：好快，白榜過完了？忙朝主壇望去，一個也沒變，還是那八個人。 這時令鼓頻催，逍遙劍客已往場中央白線含笑緩步而來，老人在身旁低嘆道：這一榜就不可能完全平安無事啦！ 少年正目不轉睛地注視著向場中央白線跑過來的華山逍遙劍客，聞嘆一驚，驀地轉過頭來，老人似已瞧出他的心意，搖頭笑道：別為逍遙劍客擔心，他沒事。他登紅榜絕無問題，只是難渡雙闖榜罷了。 何謂雙闖榜？ 另外採取雙邊淘汰。 何謂雙邊淘汰？ 又猴急了。 那，那自何時開始呢？ 紅榜！ 鼓息，音傳：貧僧眾悟，謹賀華山白大俠榮登藍榜。 歡呼聲起，又較前兩榜略顯熱鬧。接著，令鼓再起，洞庭叟闖關。 十三通鼓，洞庭叟臉上紅光大盛，兩隻巨拳高舉，一個羅圈揖，在歡呼聲中邁著春風得意的大步，走回主壇，升居第三層藍色排座。 少年見了，忖道：記得師父說他是青榜人物，如師父料得不錯，這位神態豪放得近乎天真的老人，豈非只剩下再升一榜的機會麼？想著，不禁為洞庭叟黯然興嘆。他同時發狠道：如果換了我，沒有高踞榜首的把握，我絕不下場！ 第三名武當一塵子、第四名丐幫掌門人見愁、第五名黃山要命郎中崔魂，相繼昇格，第六名眉山天毒叟也已在鼓聲中走向場中央。眼前這位身高不滿五尺、又瘦又小、臉孔像枚發霉的枯棗、雙目綠光閃閃、陰森得極為怕人的眉山天毒叟，神氣愈來愈令人噁心。他背剪著雞爪似的雙手，兩眼望天，好似在月下漫步，旁若無人。 少年從剛纔老人看到眉山天毒叟時的神色上早已看出，這老怪一定相當難惹。因此，他不禁忖道：過不了關的，莫非是那個賀蘭病虎麼？思忖未已，場中忽起變化。 就在十三通鼓最後一通剛剛起過，鼓聲餘音未絕，眉山天毒叟剛剛抵步白線邊緣，西半圓內驀地竄出一條人影。人影其疾無比地射向場心。 闖榜！一聲斷吼，人隨聲落。不早不晚，剛好緊接於最後一通鼓聲之後。 西半圓內，人聲大譁。副壇上金鈴亂鳴，同時傳出一縷凌越喧雜之上的清音：貧僧眾悟，本屆大會主持，請來人通名，依例競榜。清音一出，喧譁立止。會場中顯出一種前所未有的肅靜，好似人人都已停止了呼吸一般。 少年於看清來人之後，不禁一聲微噫。您道怎麼著？嘿，來人竟是一個獨腿跛子。 這名跛漢，年約四旬出頭，身軀高大，四方臉，膚如紫醬；缺的是條右腿，代以一根長可及肩的鐵拐；太陽穴高隆，雙目灼灼有神，開合間噴射著一股憤恨的火焰。 他這時向副壇單拳一舉，高喊道：金剛掌，鎮兩川！闖藍榜，向眉山高人就教。 副壇上傳音答道：三通鼓罷，開始競榜！ 咚，咚，咚，鼓聲三響而止。鼓聲一停，金剛掌霍地旋轉身軀，動作靈活，遠異常人。場中更靜了，這時金剛掌跟眉山天毒叟相距不及一丈。 金剛掌怒哼一聲，首先喝道：老怪聽清，要想上青榜，先還姓孫的一條腿來。 在金剛掌現身之際，眉山天毒叟曾怔得一怔，以後便一直負手望天不語，好似聾了一般。這時低頭陰陰一笑，冷然道：噢，你呀，我還以為是誰！跟著又嘿一笑，手指金剛掌的左腿道：老夫成全你，再廢了這條，免得你看了傷心如何？語罷仰天一陣大笑，笑聲桀桀刺耳。 金剛掌兩眼充血，一聲虎吼，疾行五尺，獨腿支地，一招橫掃，拐影如輪，已朝天毒叟攔腰掃至。少年低呼道：好快好狠啊！低呼未畢，一聲怪笑，天毒叟已從拐影中拔升而起，勢如蜻蜓點水，起而復落，自金剛掌左肩一擦而過，但見金剛掌一方慘吼，人已撒拐倒地不起。 天毒叟身形一落，遙遙一指，笑道：找你師長吧！姓孫的，今生今世你可不成啦！西半圓內立又竄出兩人，將倒地的金剛掌搶了出去。 少年慌忙回頭喘著道：師父，那，那人死了嗎？ 老人平靜地搖搖頭道：沒有，孩子，一條左臂廢了而已。 少年朝老人瞥了一眼，意似不滿。 老人微笑道：孩子，你覺得師父的心腸太硬了一點，是嗎？ 少年默然，老人斂容一嘆道：這算得了什麼！孩子，比這更殘忍的事多著呢！ 少年忽然低聲道：應該有人打抱不平才對。 老人搖搖頭道：一榜之內，不容輪戰。 要是有人看不過去呢？ 老人道：看不過去也得過了這一榜。跟著又道：對壞人如此，對好人也是一樣，不容投機取巧，若趁對方在精力耗盡的情形下出手致勝，這就不公平了。 副壇於傳出兩聲近乎嘆息的善哉之後，繼而平靜地傳出：貧僧眾悟，謹賀眉山天毒叟榮登青榜。天毒叟面露獰笑，沒事人兒般地回歸主壇。 鼓聲再起，賀蘭病虎出場過榜。出人意外的，病虎這一榜並未遭受到挑戰，而那美艷的天山藍鳳余美美，也順利地進入了青榜。 黑、白、藍、青，八個人還是那八個人。 少年不禁低聲疑問道：病虎能登青榜，師父感到意外麼？ 老人閉目搖頭道：別替他高興，這並不是什麼好現象。 少年哦了一聲，才待追問，老人又道：注意看吧！多事的一榜到啦！ 說話之間，副壇清音傳出：青榜結束，紅榜開始！ 紅榜！ 紅榜！ ah!紅榜，紅榜！興奮的低呼聲，此起彼落。 敬請肅靜！清越爽朗的傳音，彷彿一陣來自四面八方的和風，立將所有雜囂掩蓋，如沸湯遽止，全場又歸平靜。