Chapter 187 Provocation

After a long time, Zhang Xiaohua became a little impatient, but looking around, the disciples of Misty Sect didn't show any other expression on their faces, they just stood respectfully, occasionally glanced at the end of the aisle.

Zhang Xiaohua was immediately in awe of the disciples around her, and it was also a great compliment to the lofty Misty Sect in her heart. What is this? This is the crystallization of the daily quality education of the Misty Sect. Yes, Zhang Xiaohua feels ashamed.

While Zhang Xiaohua was thinking wildly, she saw the eyes of all the disciples focusing on the Dao, Zhang Xiaohua also hurriedly looked there, but unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua was still not tall, many disciples blocked his sight until the visitors all stopped When he got closer, he could really see who it was that came to visit the mountain gate during the Misty Sect's martial arts performance.

The one who walked in front of everyone was not Misty Sect's respected and beloved leader Ou Da, but an old monk with gray beard and hair, oh, I made a mistake, it was the beard and eyebrows with gray hair, and beside him was Ou Peng with a smiling face, I saw that the old monk was very old, but he was still very energetic, his back was straight, his eyes were squinted, and there was a flash of energy between his gazes, and he looked at the disciples in the square from time to time, with a very haughty expression on his face. There is nothing like the kind of compassion inherent in monks.

Ou Peng whispered something next to him, the old monk nodded slightly, but did not answer.

Behind Ou Peng is Shui Yupeng, the deputy leader of Misty Sect, Zhang Xiaohua doesn't recognize him, but Zhang Xiaohua is keenly aware of the embarrassment, anger and helplessness on Shui Yupeng's face.

With Shui Yupeng were Misty Liuhu and the other elders, and behind them were the hall masters of the Misty sect, accompanied by a group of bald monks who looked different in age. The older monk clasped his hands together and said something to his companions from time to time. The younger one was younger than Zhang Xiaohua. of this square.

After the group of people passed by, Zhang Xiaohua poked He Tianshu with her arm, and asked softly, "Captain He, where do you think this monk came from? Why did you come to Misty Sect?"

He Tianshu lowered his voice and said: "Zhang Xiaohua, keep your voice down, their internal strength is profound, so be careful not to be heard by others."

Zhang Xiaohua shut her mouth tightly and nodded quickly.

He Tianshu said: "The old monk in front is Chang Geng, the law enforcement elder of Dalin Temple. It’s frightening to see people, even in Jianghu, it’s scary to mention it. This time, it seems to be a bit pretentious to bring a group of monks to our Misty Sect.”

"Ah?! That's it." Zhang Xiaohua understood a little bit, and said: "You must retaliate, Captain He, it must be your Misty Sect who provoked him, and he came to visit the mountain gate during the Martial Arts Competition to find something awkward."

He Tianshu shook his head and said: "I don't know about this, I'm just a small captain of the pharmacy hall, I only need to take care of my own medicinal materials, how can I care about such important things in the school?"

Not to mention, Zhang Xiaohua and others speculated wildly in the square. Ou Peng accompanied Chang Geng to the reed mat shed, Ou Peng asked Chang Geng to take a seat, Chang Geng opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said: "Master Ou, you don't need to be polite, this is from your Misty Sect, so naturally I can't sit in this seat." , please sit down."

Ou Peng was humble again and again, and said with a smile: "Elder Chang Geng is a senior in the martial arts, and Ou has admired him for a long time. Counting from your family teacher, you are also the next generation. It is just right to sit on the top seat. Please don't worry about it. polite."

But Chang Geng waved his hand and said: "The poor monk is just an outsider, so he doesn't need to be treated with common etiquette, besides, the seniority in the martial arts is very chaotic, so the leader of the Ou clan doesn't need to care about it. It’s allotted, it’s appropriate for the lord to sit in this seat.”

Ou Peng didn't dare to say anything, and refused several times, but Monk Chang Geng was also determined not to attend the seat,

After several rounds like this, Ou Peng couldn't refuse, so he had to sit. Monk Chang Geng took the guest seat, the other senior monks also sat, and the other monks stood behind them in order.

After all the monks in Dalin Temple sat down, all the Misty Sect sat down one by one, but Wen Wenhai, Lu Mingyue, Xue Qing and other disciples all stood behind them.

After everyone sat down in order of priorities, some disciples offered fragrant tea, Ou Peng said with a smile: "The elders are invited to use the tea. This fragrant tea is made from the unique tea tree on the Misty Peak of our school. Please also invite the elders to taste it." .”

Monk Chang Geng was not too polite, he tasted a few sips and said: "Fortunately, although it is not as good as the Buddhist tea from Dalin Temple, it has a long aftertaste, but it may linger on the tongue, which is quite good."

These words sound very disrespectful, but everyone in the Misty Sect in the shed didn't speak, and they didn't know whether they were too angry to speak out, or they were talking about their pain.

Shui Yupeng looked at the tepid crowd and said, "I heard that Dalin Temple is full of eminent monks who have attained the Tao, and the four elements are empty. How can you covet such a desire for food and drink?"

That monk Chang Geng gave Shui Yupeng a sideways glance, and asked in a low voice: "I don't know if this is...?"

Ou Peng hurriedly introduced: "This is the deputy leader of Shui Yu Peng Shui from my Misty Sect."

After hearing this, Chang Geng seemed to have understood it already, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Naturally, a high-ranking monk who has attained the Tao will not be greedy for food and drink, but the poor monk has never advertised that he is a Taoist." .”

Hearing this neither yin nor yang words, Shui Yupeng's heart immediately "thumped", lowered his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Ou Peng also murmured that it was not good, and quickly apologized with a smile: "Master Chang Geng, I have never been to the humble gang before, and I have to stay for a few more days, so that I can do my best as a landlord."

Monk Chang Geng still said in the same tone, "That's not necessary. The poor monk came this time to admire the style of your school's martial arts performance, and to have a casual exchange of martial arts with your school. Both your school and my school are masters in the world. Pai, more exchanges can also promote the development of martial arts and strengthen the friendship between the two factions, don’t you think so, Master Ou?”

Ou Peng thought: "Oops, I really came here to play."

However, he didn't dare to show any strange color on his face, he just said: "The status of Dalin Temple in Jianghu is unmatched by our Misty Sect, it is better to learn more from Dalin Temple, but this exchange is not a nonsense. "

Monk Chang Geng waved his hand and said: "They are all from the martial arts line, and they all know the details of each other, so you don't have to be polite. This time, the poor monk just brought a few ineffective young monks, and the commoner disciples of your sect. Engaging in discussions will not be in everyone's eyes."

Ou Peng was taken aback for a moment, and said, "What does Master mean?"

Monk Chang Geng explained: "Both the Dalin Temple and the Misty Sect have inherited sects, and they have known each other for thousands of years, so there is no need to fight to the death. Besides, if you want to compare the skills of our generation, you don't have to. In this martial arts competition, I heard that your sect's martial arts competition is an advanced competition, so I brought a group of disciples of similar ages over to join in the fun, and let the disciples of the younger generation compete with each other, and you and I will comment next to each other. Isn't it happy?"

Ou Peng suddenly realized that Dalin Temple's move must be to explore the strength of the low-level disciples of the Misty Sect. It is inappropriate to win or lose in this competition. Dalin Temple's attention, but if he loses, he will slap himself in the face. If the bullying reaches his doorstep, if it spreads to the Jianghu, the Misty Sect's face will not be guaranteed.

But now, Monk Chang Geng came so hastily, he was caught off guard, but it was too late to prepare. Fortunately, he only took the challenge of the first level of commoner, and the other levels have not started yet, so let's deal with it first.

Ou Peng winked at Zhang Chengyue, and then said to Monk Chang Geng: "The master came at an unfortunate time. The challenge of the first-rank commoner is coming to an end. Now there is only one competition in each arena. I wonder how the master plans to participate?"

Monk Chang Geng forced a smile on his face, and said: "As long as there is still a competition, I brought a few young children and let them go to the ring to try their hands and feet, and also strengthen their relationship with the disciples of your sect. "

Seeing that Monk Chang Geng insisted on the contest, Ou Peng was also helpless, and asked tentatively, "Then, master, how should this sparring be conducted?"

Monk Chang Geng flicked his sleeves and said: "Since it is a duel, naturally there can be no damage. If you miss, you will be defeated and you will be severely punished. There is no time limit for this competition. Only a victory or defeat can arouse the desire to win. Ou Master, what do you think?"

Ou Peng smiled wryly and said: "What the master said is very true. Friendship comes first, and competition comes second. Of course, there can be no casualties. However, what I mean is that on my ring, there are challengers of the first rank of commoner, and commoner How should the disciples of the second-order sitting ring, the disciples of your monastery, participate?"

"Oh, that's it." Monk Chang Geng thought for a while and said, "This is easy to handle. Let the disciples of the first rank of commoner have a competition with our disciples. If our disciples win by luck, they will be regarded as the commoner of your sect." If you fail the first-order challenge, if your school’s commoner wins the first-order challenge, it will be considered as your school’s disciples who have passed the challenge. What do you think?”

After hearing this, Ou Peng felt upset. Where did this come from? You have explained that Shi brought the low-level disciples here, that is, the level of our first-level commoner. Now, in one sentence, we will replace our second-level commoner disciples Let's examine the level of our commoner first-order disciples. If our first-order disciples win, to put it bluntly, it is considered a success in the challenge. What kind of success is your success? High-level disciples are no match for low-level disciples of Dalin Temple. No matter whether the monk of Dalin Temple wins or loses, our Misty Sect disciples will not take advantage of it.

Although Ou Peng secretly slandered in his heart, he still had a pleasant smile on his face. Although his martial arts had improved greatly and he was confident to fight against this well-known monk in the rivers and lakes, this had a huge impact on the Misty Sect. For the time being, the faction does not have the strength to fight against the super-big factions like Dalin Temple. What they need to do now is to not attract their attention and develop rapidly. Only when the strength expands to a certain point can they show their ferocious faces.

If they turned against Monk Chang Geng now, and their cards were turned over, the Misty Sect would face an unprecedented disaster.

Thinking of this, Ou Peng asked again: "Then how should the other disciples behave in the sparring?"

Monk Chang Geng laughed "hehe" a few times, and said, "How about we talk about it after watching the competition of the juniors?"

Ou Peng nodded and said: "Just follow the master's orders."

Afterwards, he ordered Zhang Chengyue: "Chengyue, according to Master's instructions, you can make arrangements."

After Zhang Chengyue saluted, he said to the group of young monks behind him, "Please follow me to the disciples who will participate in the first-level challenge of the civilians I sent."

As soon as the words fell, three young monks walked out from a group of young monks. Their ages were about ten years old, and they were about the same age as the first-order commoners of the Misty Sect. Judging from the situation, it must have been arranged by Monk Chang Geng long ago. Zhang Chengyue He couldn't help thinking in his heart: "It seems that this bald donkey came prepared, and the few remaining disciples of the first rank of commoner are probably going to make a fool of themselves."

Although the rules have been set, there can be no casualties, but the possibility of accidents in the competition is too great. If you miss, it will only be judged as a failure and severely punished. What kind of punishment is this severe punishment?

It seems that I didn't say it clearly just now.

Even if there are no casualties, as long as you are thrown out of the ring in embarrassment, not only the disciple himself, but even the Misty Sect will lose all face.

Zhang Chengyue led the three young monks to the arena, and said, "Masters, here are five arenas, and there are five competitions to challenge the second-rank commoners. You can choose one at will."

After finishing speaking, he first floated onto the stage, and used his internal energy to explain the rules of the competition to the disciples on the square. If it was normal, Zhang Chengyue's words would definitely attract a lot of discussion, but now there are outsiders present, it is obvious It's here to smash the field, and all the disciples have long felt the same hatred, so how can they break the rules?

Seeing that the disciples did not have the expected noise and discussion, Zhang Chengyue nodded secretly, and then said: "Please invite the five disciples who are ready to challenge the second-rank commoner to come on stage."

After speaking, I saw three bald-headed monks jumping up from under the ring, somersaulted and landed on the rings No. 1, No. 4 and No. 5.

Seeing the three monks standing still, the guard disciples No. 2 and No. 3 also floated onto the stage.

When these people stood on the ring, they saw four figures flying out from the crowd, and they all landed on the rings No. 1 to No. 4. The last four figures seemed to be showing off their lightness skills, and they seemed to be deliberately provoking , the flying figure was so tall and floating that it caused a burst of applause from the audience.

In fact, if the lightness kung fu of these four disciples is any good, that's not necessarily the case. It's just that their appearance on stage is better than the bald monk, so they will naturally be applauded. , it can be regarded as taking the lead first, and can overwhelm the monks by half a point in terms of momentum.

Zhang Chengyue was standing on the No. 1 ring, looking at the simple and honest face in front of him with a smile, his hands and feet were thick, and his face looked small, but he was almost as tall as his disciple, and asked: "No. 12, what's your name? "

No. 12 replied with a stern voice: "I am Tang Shi, a disciple of Young Eagle Hall."

Zhang Chengyue nodded even more after hearing this, and said, "Okay, Tang Shi, I remember your name, are you ready?"

Tang Shi nodded.

Zhang Chengyue said loudly: "Okay, the competition begins."

After finishing speaking, just as he was about to jump down, he heard a voice from the side saying: "Wait, wait, I haven't gone up yet, wait a moment."

The disciples in rings No. 1 to No. 4 have already made preparations. With Zhang Chengyue's order, the four pairs of disciples have already caught up with each other for a comparison test. How can they listen to the sounds of other rings?

Only Zhang Chengyue looked puzzled at the side of the No. 5 ring.

No, on that ring, there was a lonely monk wearing a white monk's robe, clasped his palms in confusion, looking down at the ring, muttering something in his mouth.

Zhang Chengyue looked down the ring, where he spoke just now, and couldn't help being even more surprised.

Aren't the two brothers Zhang Xiaohua and Zhang Xiaohu running from the crowd?

Zhang Xiaohu carried something like a ladder on his back, Zhang Xiaohua ran ahead, and saw that he had already reached the bottom of the ring.

Then, under the eyes of all the disciples, Zhang Xiaohu put the escalator on one side of the ring, Zhang Xiaohua climbed up the ring very dexterously and lightly using both hands and feet.

Zhang Chengyue, who was standing on the edge of the No. 1 ring, was dumbfounded, not knowing what it meant. He used lightness kung fu to jump onto the fifth ring, frowned and scolded: "Zhang Xiaohua, what are you doing here? This is a challenge competition at the Martial Arts Competition..."

Before Zhang Chengyue finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and asked in disbelief, "Could it be that you are the legendary No. 250 disciple?"

Zhang Xiaohua touched the back of her head and said embarrassedly: "It's me, I'm contestant No. 250."

Zhang Chengyue was a little puzzled, and asked: "Why don't you stay in Huanxi Villa well, why did you come to the Martial Arts Conference?"

However, as soon as the question was asked, he immediately said again: "Forget it, now is not the time to talk about the reason, you have heard what I said just now, and now your opponent is replaced by this little master from Dalin Temple, If you can defeat him, even if you succeed in the challenge, although you can't really become a second-order commoner disciple of my Misty Sect, you will probably be benefited from the Great Clan Master. Do you have confidence?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua straightened her chest and said, "Well, I don't have confidence."

Zhang Chengyue smiled and said: "Okay, well done, as expected..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly understood, and quickly changed his words: "What? I have no confidence!"

Zhang Xiaohua said in shame: "Well, if it's a draw, I have some confidence, but if it's a win, it's hard to say."

Zhang Chengyue heard it, and thought to himself: "This is the truth. He has only practiced martial arts for a few years, and he is shorter than the disciples of the first rank of commoner. Where is the opponent of these carefully selected disciples from Dalin Temple?"

Immediately, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you compare your style or level."

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the ring and walked towards the reed mat shed.

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