The Great Doorway of Daoism

The inner hall was very quiet. After Hualanting entered, I smelled a faint fragrance. Looking around, the eight pillars supporting the inner hall turned out to be surrounded by thick and thick agarwood. This wood is extremely valuable. It can be seen from the owner. Wealth and wealth.

　　 After the three of them came in, Lord stood up on the main table, an old man, tall, gray-haired, vigorous, with a braid behind his head, and two old men behind him, holding hands and slightly closed eyes, stood around.

　　 The old man laughed, clasped his fists and bowed around and said, "Everyone, everyone is here, so let's start now."

"Old man Kui Mulang, most of you here know me. I am a descendant of the former Dayue noble family. After the extermination of the country, I have never forgotten my revenge on the Huns. Therefore, I operate incognito as a merchant and have many contacts with you. This time I thank you all for your love. The old man will be a host to entertain everyone."

　　 "In this grand event, we discussed the plan to overthrow the Royal Court of the Xiongnu. Fortunately, we invited Rouran, Tubo, Huihu, Dangxiang, and Jurchen to join in the charity work. Please allow the old man to give you an introduction first."

　　 "Today, there are Lord, the second prince of Rouran, Zhamuhe, deputy marshal of the Tubo army, Zhan Tianzuo, the right minister of the Uighur, the party general Ge Sultan and the third Jurchen Wanyan Gelie."

"Everyone is taking risks here. We have limited time, so the old man will not be too nonsense. Today's meeting has several items: First, everyone will be an alliance with blood, and formally form the Great Alliance of Swordsman and Punishment of Hungary; the second is to elect one party as the leader of the alliance. , Lead us to raise things; the third is to jointly negotiate a general action plan; the fourth is to discuss the source and distribution of military supplies and funds; finally, we will discuss the unfinished matters, and we will talk about the wine. The big guy sees any objections? "

　　 Seeing that everyone did not answer, Kui Mulang moved his hand, and some of his men brought up an extra-large sea bowl with a blood-red color inside.

Kui Mulang continued: "The bowl is the blood of Batu, the former commander of the Xiongnu Army who was assassinated by my subordinates. Now I invite you to stab a drop of blood into it. We drank this blood wine together and told me. The Swordsman and Hungarian Grand Alliance was formally established."

Everyone in the room walked forward and pierced their fingers and dripped blood into it. Two subordinates came to probe and test the poison with silver needles. Kui Mulang didn't care, and raised the wine glass full of blood in his hands and said loudly. :

"The Huns are cruel, occupying my territory, killing my people, and harming us in the Western Regions. Today, the Rouran, Tubo, Uighur, Dangxiang, and Jurchen tribes are allied by blood. With this oath, humans will perish, and the world will not tolerate them!"

　　 Then everyone else swears, everyone drank the blood in the bowl and went back to take their seats.

Kui Mulang continued: "The next step is to elect the leader. This leader, in fact, does not mean that he is superior to the five clans. Everyone is a hero, and each has a clan. I know that everyone is not willing to obey orders. Others, but our big alliance must always have a leader, and coordinate the forces of all parties in the middle. Otherwise, the forces of any clan will be weaker than the Huns, and their own battles will be defeated one by one. Only if we advance and retreat together can we achieve great things."

　　 "As for the distribution of territory and population after the extermination of the Xiongnu, everyone can do their own thing, but this is all a second story, so good? I just don't know what regulations you have for the choice of the leader?"

　　 Tubo Zamuhe said, "I see whose soldier is Thomas, who is the leader."

　　 Jurchen Wanyan Gelie interjected: "A lot of soldiers may not be good, and horses may not be strong. According to me, whoever has the strongest combat power will be the leader."

　　 Party General General Ge Sultan rolled his eyes and said: "What is the theory of combat power? Is it possible to fight first?"

　　 Uighur Zhan Tianzuo also said: "The war is based on strategy and tactics. When it comes to soldiers and horses, we are not as large as the Huns combined."

Kui Mulang smiled and said, "Several people are right, so I should be a peacemaker. I think all of you are naturally strong soldiers, otherwise, how dare you raise troops to rebel against the Huns? If you really want to fight, who will win? It's hard to say who will be the one to lose. Since it's hard to distinguish between superiors and others, and we can't hurt each other's harmony, otherwise, we will be stronger or weaker than the high-end force."

　　 Lord listened and said, "How do you compare?"

Kui Mulang replied: "The old man has a suggestion to determine the position of the leader with the force of all of you. Everyone plus the entourage, there are three people on each side, and the one who can come must be a master. I suggest that each side should have two people to fight. In the end, the winner is the leader, do you think so?"

　　 Everyone looked at each other. Everyone was a tribe that admired personal force. There was no better way to think about it. They all nodded their heads and agreed to take turns. But in order to save time, the agreement is limited to 30 strokes, more than a tie, and it is better to end, only the outcome will be determined, and no life will be hurt.

Kui Mulang led everyone to the outdoor field and said, "I'm not a party here, but I recently recruited two masters. They are itchy in their hearts and want to participate in the arena, but the outcome has nothing to do with the leader, everyone. is it okay?"

　　Kui Wood Wolf has always provided funds and logistics to the five parties. He is a big benefactor. Everyone gives him face and no objection.

　　 Kui Wood Wolf asked immediately: "Which side voluntarily takes the lead and defends the challenge first?"

　　 After a moment of silence, the party general General Ge Sultan couldn't stand his temper, and sent his general Sargerei to fight, and then Tubo sent a man named Morha to attack.

Both of them were from the leading generals, and both were heavy weapons in their hands. Sargerei held a gilt boring, and Morhar held two purple gold and copper hammers. The two of them opened and closed their moves. After about twenty rounds of the battle, Sargerei was invincible.

　　 Morha hit with two hammers, looking around and shouting: "Next, who will fight me."

One Uyghur side jumped out, holding a golden-topped Zaoyangshu, without a common name, and directly smashed it down with the momentum of the top of Mount Tai. Morha greeted him with a hammer with his left hand, but unexpectedly, the hammer head sank, and the other party was extremely powerful. The hammer in the right hand could not be pushed up again, and Zaoyang Qian was held up.

The person who made 槊 is not only powerful, but also exquisite moves. One 槊 made it fly up and down, Moerha's hands and hammers could not seal Zaoyang槊's attack, barely resisting less than ten rounds before being knocked into the air. The hammer was defeated.

　　 Next, the person who made 槊 defeated the challenge of the Jurchen side again, chose to rest for a quarter of an hour and returned to the court.

　　 This time, Jurchen sent a second person to fight. This life was short and fierce. After he came empty-handed, he said, "Monet from Xianbei came to learn." It turned out that he was a master selected by Jurchen after taking over Xianbei.

This man is not an immediate general, but a master of martial arts in the clan. He is wearing a pair of gloves of unknown material in both hands. He is not afraid of the sharp thorns on Zaoyang's legs. His technique revolves around locking the big 槊, wherever he hits his hands, his hands are entangled.

Makes the opponent change several sets of attacking techniques. The helpless opponent's gloves are weird. He is not afraid of smashing by the opponent. He can't get rid of the opponent's hands tracking the opponent. When Monet found a gap, took the weapon empty-handed, and had to admit defeat.

　　 Monet waited for a while, a person flashed out from behind the Dangxiang Ge Sultan, who was actually a Han, with a very long horse face, expressionless, and after reporting Yan Bingxu's name, he darted up.

This personal body method is very unusual. The knees, ankles, and elbows are sometimes stiff and suddenly bent like broken. It is not a normal way of lifting and stretching, but jumping like a zombie without losing flexibility. , The strength when the palms and legs are stretched out is also strong.

　　 "Chenzhou Yanjia Zombie Punch!" An old man behind Kui Mulang blurted out.

　　 Hearing this, Ge Sultan said with some complacency: "Yes, it is a zombie punch that is rare in the Central Plains Wulin. He is a good hand that my lord has won with a lot of money."

When 　　 spoke, Yan Bingxu had already gained the upper hand.

Monet's kung fu is not weak, but most of his attacks were avoided by Yan Bingxu with a kite disconnected, his hands and feet suddenly turned unreasonably, but he couldn't figure out the way Yan Bingxu's zombie fist attacked. Counting, sometimes going straight and straight, sometimes suddenly turning to bend.

　　 Monet's fist was occasionally hit on him, but it felt like defeat or rotten wood. The opponent did not respond at all. However, he himself received several heavy blows on his body, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and had to stop and retreat.

　　 The two Jurchen tribes lost and first withdrew from the battle for the leader.

　　 Yan Bingxu did not leave the field to rest after winning, but trembling slightly with his hands and feet, swaying in place like a hanged ghost, looking at everyone with a pair of white and black eyes.

　　 The old man who just called out the zombie punch came on the scene and said: "I am Mi Cangshan, I will be the descendant of the zombie punch." He took out a pair of judge pens from his arms and put on a posture.

　　 Yan Bingxu nodded slightly, and attacked with a zombie fist. Mi Cangshan is a burly figure, black face and no need to beard, and when he strikes, he confronts Yan Bingxu.

　　Hua Lanting saw a few moves and was surprised. This Mi Cangshan has strong internal strength and subtle changes in his moves, which is really a rare master.

His pair of judges' pens, flicks, hooks, clicks, and brushes, his moves are fast and airtight, and the tip of his pen makes a squeaking sonic boom, forcing Bingxu not to use zombie skills. Mi Cangshan seems to have a good fight against zombies. As far as I know, Yan Bingxu's weird posture can't avoid the flanking attack of Mi Cangshan's double pen.

After fighting for a few more rounds, Yan Bingxu seemed to think of something, and retreated and shouted: "Who am I? It turns out to be the senior Shuangsha of Hejian who has retired from the rivers and lakes for a long time. Kui Mulang can invite you out. Rarely, the younger generation surrendered."

　　Mi Cangshan laughed: "Counting you, your dad lost me half the time, but you got his seven-point truth, and you won't be under him if you have achieved it in time. Haha, you can't beat the small with the big bully."

　　 In this way, the party clan has also run out of places, and the leader is hopeless.

　　Mi Cangshan stood there, looking around, looking around, and said: "I don't need to rest, may I ask which expert will give advice?"

As soon as 　　's voice fell, the Huihu and Tubo camps grabbed one person at the same time. The Uighur side is a stubborn man with a high nose and deep purpose, while the Tubo side is a young scholar with a clean face.

　　 The two looked at each other, the scholar looked arrogant, and said: "The elder is first, you go first."

　　 Hu Ren snorted, stood forward, and said to Mi Cangshan in blunt Chinese: "Bosholen, point to you."

　　Mi Cangshan frowned, and replied: "I don't have a small tone, I just don't know what my skills are?"

　　 Then the two fight together.

Huo Lun’s martial arts came from the line of ancient Persia, and it was even more weird than Yan Bingxu’s. He saw his legs swiftly and swiftly towards Micang Mountain, but he walked along a straight line. It is curved like a snake, and when the coccyx behind the hip moves, the joints tremble and make a few bangs, really walking and sneaking like a rattle-tailed viper.

Huo Lun arrived in front of Mi Cangshan in an instant, and his body seemed to leap into the air and hit his opponent. Mi Cangshan made a single stroke and pointed to the key point on Huo Lun's chest. Huo Lun's right hand suddenly rose from his lower abdomen. , Suddenly curled up along the center line of the body, like a poisonous snake vomiting a letter, biting at the judge's pen body in the shape of a tricky hand.

　　Mi Cangshan felt the other party's strength and strength, yelled in his mouth, stroked the front pen, and handed the other pen to the lower abdomen of Horen. Huo Lun's body swayed quickly and twists and turns, letting him pass the tip of the pen when he couldn't let his hair out, and his body moved closer to Mi Cangshan's arms. At the same time, his hands were picked up like a chisel with five fingers, and he pecked at Mi Cangshan's throat and chest.

　　 Just as Mi Cangshan was about to retreat back to the pen to parry, Huo Lun's hands suddenly changed direction in the middle, one point left and right, and the goal became Mi Cangshan's mastoid hole. At this time, Mi Cangshan had no time to change his tricks, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com tried to back up, while abandoning the pen to protect his chest with both palms.

　　 The moves of the two sides were lightning fast, and between the lightning and the fire, the two people collided with four hands. Then Mi Cangshan flew out on his back, and his metacarpals made a slight dislocation sound and fell to the ground.

　　 From Huo Lun to the front of Mi Cang Mountain, it is unclear whether it was one move or two.

Horen was sweating profusely. In the early spring, there was a trace of evaporating heat on his head. It was obvious that he also knew that his opponent was a strong opponent, so he went all out to win a blow when he came up, but it was not easy to win. .

　　 Hua Lanting looked at and nodded secretly. Both of them were masters. Although they used few tricks, the situation was actually extremely dangerous.

　　Mi Cangshan looked sad, and glanced at the other old man behind Kui Mulang, knowing that his skills were not as good as others, and he did not continue to entangle him. After shaking his hands, he got up and retreated after the joints were reset.

　　 Everyone was shocked by Huo Lun's martial arts, Kui Mulang clapped his hands: "Mr. Huo is really good kung fu!"

　　Hoorn became modest at the moment, and said: "All-out assault, a fluke." After speaking, he recovered cross-legged.

　　 Waiting for him to stand up again, the young scholar from the Tubo side just jumped out and said with a sword in his hand: "It's not bad, it's not bad, let this son Yuan Tianwen come to teach and teach Persian martial arts."

　　 Horen didn't dare to be careless. Those who dared to challenge him after seeing his kung fu must have support. He took out a short stick and looked at his opponent intently.

Yuan Tianwen whizzed and walked with the sword. The light of the sword looked like a changhong piping cover to Huo Lun. With the sword strength, everyone felt that the sky was blank in front of them. The shadow of the sword in the sky was erratic. Can't see where it's going.

　　 There are people who know the goods, and someone called out: "North Kunlun Magic Sky Sword Technique!"