C38 (1/2)
February 22.
Qingqing.
”Iron Sword Villa!” At the back of the mountain, the school's martial field was filled with fluttering flags as people crowded around.
However, it was different from the annual Martial Arts Competition. There was no longer that heaven-shaking drum sound and cry.
If it were a large martial arts field, it would have to face the mountain from the back. A cliff that was several dozen zhang high was not common in this place. The snow-white stone wall was actually polished neatly. In the middle of the mountain was the character ”Martial Arts”, which was about a hundred feet in diameter. Under the sunlight, it shone with a red light.
Three sides encircled the water.
It took up a lot of space.
On top of it was a huge tent that looked like a giant eagle spreading its wings as it flew. And under its wings, every year, there would be many legends of the martial arts written down, as well as records of the countless heroes' bitter and sweet lives.
Beneath the platform was a two hundred zhang square grandstand, which was built out of sandstone. Thousands of stone benches were placed around it, and at a glance, one could tell that they were lined up in neat rows, looking very gallant.
Today, however, the stands were filled with colorful flags fluttering in the wind.
From left to right, there were Qingcheng, Kongtong, Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kunlun, Hengshan, Hengshan and Huashan.
”Qingcheng”, Taoist-Minister Song Zhu, ”Kongtong”, San-Lao Ni on ”Emei”, ”Wu Dang”, ”Mo Gui Sheng,” Heng Shan ”, Big Foot Man,” Hengshan ”, Wu Ming Si, and” Hua Shan ”, Liu Fei Xu, all sat under their respective subordinates. Meanwhile, Master Ku Chan, Xuan Kong, Xuan Jing and Xuan Yue were sitting in the ”Shaolin of Mount Song”. It seemed like this time, the commotion was not small!
In front of him, there were five white coffins lined up on the ground. It brought a murderous atmosphere to the entire venue!
”High up on the platform, there is a three meter long, three foot wide, and four feet high marble table.” The owner of the Iron Sword Villa, Tie Xiaoyun, was sitting in his seat with a solemn expression on his face. On the left side, three feet away from the stone table, sat five young men.
On the right side of the table sat Tie Wushuang. Today, he had put on a hero's bun. He was dressed in a short white suit and had a serious expression on his face. Unexpectedly, in this formal occasion, Tie Wushuang had become a completely different person!
There were two people sitting on a pavilion five Zhang away. It was Lin Xuanzi and Tie Rujie.
Iron Curtain was afraid of the iron-like temper of Rui-Mei, and would not normally let her participate in official public events. And Iris was even more reluctant to go, because Brother Lin was there to chat with her, and she felt that it was better than anything else. The two of them sipped their tea as they watched the drill grounds.
”Fellow heroes of the world, Seniors Wu Lin —” Tie Xiaoyun stood in the middle of the arena and spread out his arms as he greeted the Sect Leaders of the various sects below. Although it was far away, each word was deafening!
”Thank you brothers and seniors, for coming all the way to 'Iron Sword Villa'. I, Tie Xiaoyun, am deeply honored. I thank everyone here —” After speaking, he cupped his fist and bowed.
”This time, the reason why we have been urgently recruiting the various sect leaders or representatives is because we had no choice but to do so. ”Just a few days ago …” As he said this, he walked to the side of the five youngsters. ”The eldest disciple 'Hand-Chasing Wind', head of the Tang Sect in the center of the river, Tang Ao's eldest disciple 'Hand-Chasing Wind', the eldest disciple 'Lifesteal', Li Qingshan's wooden sparrow, the second disciple 'Shadow Soul-Seizing', of the 'Ten Thousand Poison Hands', the second disciple 'Shadow Soul-Reaching', the son of the 'Four Rivers Gang' in Ganzhou, 'Young Master He Tian', Qiu Menqing, and the son of the 'Copper Iron Shirt', Wutong's son 'Little Tiger', brought the unfortunate news. This old man thinks that this matter is important.”
”Ah!?” As soon as his voice fell, the audience immediately burst into an uproar.
”Sigh! — I say, old chief Tie, aren't you exaggerating a bit too much?” A group of fifty elderly men, with thin faces, completely bald, and gray pants, wearing sandals and holding a pipe in their right hand, were standing below with their hands on their hips, shouting at Tie Xiaoyun. It was none other than ”Kunlun” Mo Gui, an expert in internal energy, and an expert in the art of the ”Sixty-four Movement Dragon Rod”.
”Hey! Brother Mo, please wait for this old man to finish and you will know.” Tie Xiaoyun cupped his hands together and said clearly.
Mo Ghost looked around, then slowly returned to his seat and started puffing out smoke.
”En! - I hope chief will let me say a few words...” A crisp voice came out, a shadow flashed, and there was an extra person in the middle of the stands. About forty years old, purple plain clothes, black nunnery shoes, clean and tidy. His face was rosy and his eyes were filled with spirit. He waved the horsetail whisk in his right hand.
”En!” Tie Xiaoyun was about to continue speaking, but unexpectedly, another person appeared. He immediately cupped his hands together and said, ”Haha, so it's Sage Nai! ”Sigh, if you have something to say, please say it …”
”Hmm.” Sachiko waved his horsetail whisk around and looked back at Iron Lantern, ”If I remember correctly, the first thing we received was the chief's invitation to hold a 'Saber Appreciation Assembly'. The last time Benny had come, the chief had not been able to do as he wished. Since all the heads of the sect were gathered today, why couldn't Elder Iron Alliance leader be the first to fulfill everyone's wish? ”It's not too late to take out the legendary unparalleled treasured saber from the martial arts world and let everyone have a look of respect before discussing this urgent matter, is it?” With that, he unfurled his horsetail whisk and turned around to look behind him.