Chapter 39

"Do you know the rules?"

This dead fish-eyed man spoke neither Yin nor Yang. Not to mention Li Yan and Sha Lifei, even Wang Daoxuan's eyes turned slightly cold.

"Rules... of course I know them!"

Sha Lifei gave a hehe smile, stood up and touched his big bald head, "Let's not talk about the rules of fighting in the ring for now. You have to report your family name when talking to people. This is the rule of the Jianghu..."

"It's the rule of being a person!"

"You don't even know the rules of being a person, what are you talking nonsense here!"

This guy Sha Lifei has average skills, and he relies entirely on his mouth to walk the Jianghu. He has never lost an argument with anyone. How could he be stepped on and not talk back?

Who knew that the dead fish-eyed man was not angry after hearing this, but his attention shifted to Sha Lifei, and he said neither salty nor bland: "I also know some rules of being a person. Everything must be based on three points."

"Bring three points of smile, give three points of reason, drink three points of wine. Before anything happened, you overturned the table and fought a life-and-death ring with people. Do you really think your fist is very hard?"

"Hard or not, you'll know after trying!"

"I'm afraid you'll be soft before you try!"

The two of you said one sentence, I said one sentence, and they actually fought to a draw.

And the atmosphere also became inexplicably tense.

Sha Lifei widened his eyes,

The dead fish-eyed man's expression was solemn.

They looked at each other, just like generals meeting a good opponent before the battle.

Li Yan rubbed his brow and said: "What exactly do you want to do?"

He inexplicably felt that if he let these two fight, he would do nothing all morning.

Being interrupted while arguing with someone, the dead fish-eyed man was obviously a little regretful, but he also began to report his family name, arched his hands casually: "Zhang Family Martial Arts Hall, Zhang Shitong, also a patrol guest of the Xianyang God Fist Society."

Li Yan narrowed his eyes, "Are you sent by Zhou Pan?"

He certainly knows the rules of fighting a life-and-death ring.

One is to send a post. He opened his mouth, so this post must be sent by him.

The second is to invite witnesses. Whether it is the yamen or Jianghu seniors, someone must be present to witness, sign the life-and-death certificate, and there is no need to eat a lawsuit if someone is killed.

The third is the rules on the ring.

The post he sent, others must accept. If they don't accept, it means they are cowardly.

But if others accept, they have to set the rules. During the ring, whether it is a round field, plum blossom piles, or a contest of boxing or swords, it is not decided by him.

If he dares not accept, he can only admit cowardice and leave Xianyang.

This is called coming and going, having a return.

As for the patrol guest, it is a position in the God Fist Society.

Local God Fist Societies are mostly composed of local martial arts halls. They are considered the "hanging" line in the Jianghu. Some are hired by officials and gentry as courtyard guards, and some open escort agencies, which are considered closer to the imperial court.

They sometimes help the imperial court deal with Jianghu disputes and quell banditry, so they also have a relationship with various township militias, often sending people to teach swords, spears, and sticks.

And the patrol guest is the person responsible for wandering around and inquiring about information.

Originally planned to send the post today, how come the other party sent someone first?

"Hehe."

The dead fish-eyed man gave a cold sneer, "The God Fist Society is not dominated by the Zhou family. My father is the vice president, and the one surnamed Zhou is not qualified to command us."

Li Yan was puzzled, "Then what does it have to do with you?"

"Originally it had nothing to do with it." The dead fish-eyed man Zhang Shitong's eyes became solemn, "The two disciples of the one surnamed Zhou are doing evil in Xianyang City, losing the face of the entire God Fist Society. We can't look at it, but we can't help it."

"If you killed them directly, I would have to secretly respect you as a hero."

"But you used the name of Li Hu's son to fight in the ring. This matter has something to do with our martial arts hall."

"My father... wants to invite you to come over and have a try!"

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Zhang Family Martial Arts Hall is located in the Medicine King Temple area in the northeast.

This is the old city area of Xianyang. Unlike the previous life, it is relatively well-preserved. There is even a broken wall of the old Qin capital. After reinforcement, it separates two streets.

The martial arts hall is not small and has a long history. It also uses old Qin bricks to build the surrounding walls. Combined with the faded plaque, it looks more vicissitudes and substantial.

What is even more attractive is a pair of stone lions at the door.

Before Li Yan approached, a strange color appeared in his eyes.

This kind of town object, the stone lion, originated in the Han Dynasty.

At that time, the lords of Anxi and Dayuezhi in the Western Regions paid tribute to lions, and later it was introduced with Buddhism and Taoism, and was endowed with divinity. The town house stone lion has been passed down since then.

This pair of stone lions has a simple and ancient shape. Many places have been worn smooth, but the fierce and domineering aura still rushes to the face. It is a Han style, definitely not an ordinary object.

Sure enough, after activating the olfactory supernatural ability, Li Yan immediately smelled a scent. There was majesty in the incense, clearly the condensation of Gang Qi, and it already had a small "formation."

It is considered a town house treasure, I don't know how much stronger it is than his family's plaque.

With this thing sitting in town, I guess no evil things dare to come in.

Zhang Shitong had sharp eyes. Seeing his strange expression, he sneered: "This is a treasure passed down by our ancestors in the boxing hall. My father has to call them Master."

"I heard you also entered the Mystic Sect?"

"Remind you early, although the Mystic Sect is the head of the Jianghu, it also has its own rules. And Zhou Pan's family has stronger town objects, don't play any tricks."

"Otherwise, the one who comes to find you will be someone else..."

"Of course I know!"

Li Yan replied calmly. The Great Xuan Dynasty is strong. Whether it is the Mystic Sect or the Jianghu, they must follow its laws. Killing people on the surface, whether you are a Jianghu swordsman or a sorcerer, will be wanted.

Of course, it's another matter in private.

Before approaching the martial arts hall, neat shouts came from inside, clearly disciples were practicing boxing.

Zhang Shitong came to the door, first respectfully bowed to the two stone lions, said "Hello, two Masters," and then brought him in.

Li Yan felt a chill in his heart after hearing this.

Good, this is probably a trick supported by an insider.

I'm afraid that after a long time, this pair of stone lions has become refined and will also be the guardian god of the Zhang Family Martial Arts Hall, similar to the methods used by some famous mountains and great sects.

After entering the door, there are two huge martial arts fields.

One side is paved with yellow soil, and swords, spears, and sticks are placed on the weapon rack.

One side has plum blossom piles, as well as stone locks, stone balls, and other objects.

It is already autumn, and after several autumn rains, the weather has turned cold, but the disciples on the martial arts field are all wearing short jackets, one by one with knotted muscles, their boxing wind is swift and powerful, and sweat vapor rises above their heads.

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Heart-Mind Six-Harmony Boxing?

Li Yan saw their boxing method at a glance.

This boxing method uses "the movement of the heart as the intention, and the direction of the intention as the fist" as the boxing theory, taking off the gun as the fist, and the fist hits the six harmonies, so it is called Heart-Mind Six-Harmony Boxing.

In Guanzhong, although Red Boxing is the mainstream, Heart-Mind Six-Harmony Boxing is widely spread, and it is not strange to have martial arts halls that teach it specifically.

The main hall of the martial arts hall is also not small. On the wall at the back, the statue of the Zhang family ancestor is worshipped, and below it are two grand master chairs. There is also a row of chairs on both sides of the main hall, and several majestic landscape paintings are hung on the walls.

An old man is sitting on the grand master chair. He is not tall, wearing a green cloth jacket, his brow bones are connected, his hair is a bit white, and he also has a pair of dead fish eyes.

"I have seen Senior Zhang." Li Yan arched his hands and saluted.

Although he is arrogant and unscrupulous, he is not ignorant of etiquette.

This old man is called Zhang Yuanshang. He is both the vice president of the Xianyang God Fist Society and opened a martial arts hall, and has a relationship with several escort agencies. He is considered a local Jianghu senior.

Old Man Zhang was smoking a water pipe. Seeing him come in, his eyebrows just lifted slightly, and the disciples in the hall immediately exited, and closed the door by the way.

Accompanied by the clanging sound of closing the door, the light in the main hall immediately dimmed.

The whole hall was left with the Zhang father and son and Li Yan.

Zhang Yuanshang looked at Li Yan with those dead fish eyes, cold and gloomy light flickered, and said in a hoarse voice: "Although Li Hu couldn't control his crotch, he was also a hero with great spirit and prestige. How could he give birth to a little white face?"

This old man is not tall, but his momentum is extremely amazing.

The cold gaze shot over, as if there was a knife on the brow.

Li Yan's expression did not change. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Shitong standing aside, shook his head and said: "Senior is amazing, it really is a family."

The Zhang family and Zhou Pan are not right. Inviting him here is definitely not to do it.

This old man is nothing more than wanting to give him a slap in the face and test his courage.

But this stinky mouth is exactly the same as his son.

"Little brat, you still have some temper."

Old Man Zhang was not angry either. He leaned back and sighed: "If you had come to me first, you wouldn't have ended up like this."

"Don't fight this life-and-death ring, leave Xianyang, at least you can save a little life!"

Li Yan was happy, "I fight in the ring, does it have anything to do with Senior?"

Old Man Zhang said: "Your life and death have nothing to do with me, but you are Li Hu's son. Fighting a life-and-death ring in Xianyang City has something to do with me!"

Saying that, he looked out the window and said calmly: "This Jianghu, it's not simple to say it's simple, and it's not complicated to say it's complicated."

"What's simple is that whoever has the bigger fist has the harder waist!"

"What's complicated is that there are rules inside and out, and human feelings everywhere."

"Ten years ago, several old friends and I valued your father, and knew Zhou Pan's character, and didn't want him to be the president of the Xianyang God Fist Society, so we moved around and planned, spending a lot of effort."

"Seeing that the matter was about to succeed, your father died in Chang'an, and it was in a brothel, letting that Zhou Pan easily take the position, and we were also ridiculed."

"Other old friends have all surrendered, but I am not convinced. But you are wearing the name of Li Hu's son, and if you are beaten to death in Xianyang again, that old monkey will speak hard, and I will have no face to go out."

"This truth... do you understand?"

"Understand!"

Li Yan nodded calmly: "It's nothing more than being afraid that I will be weighed. Once the weight is divided, some words will not be easy to say."

"Understand is good."

Zhang Yuanshang nodded slightly and picked up the water pipe to light it again, "No matter what you want to do, once you say you want to fight a life-and-death ring, it has nothing to do with that scumbag Meng Haichen. Whether you win or lose, he will not survive."

"Zhou Pan has entered the Hua Jin, and he is very face-conscious. Don't say move, I'm afraid he won't even show his face..."

"The famous disciples under him have the Eight Great Vajras, all of whom are already in the Dark Jin. The leaders of the Iron Knife and White Ape gangs are among them. Any one of them can beat you to death..."

"But Zhou Pan will not let them move. Because you are too young, and they are disciples with different surnames, and they have been famous for a long time, so winning is not winning."

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who moves will be Zhou Bai. He is the most outstanding disciple of the Zhou family in this generation. He is only seventeen or eighteen years old. He stepped into the Dark Jin last year, and he is a martial arts maniac, often discussing with others, and has rich experience."

"There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings. Only when Zhou Bai beats you to death can that old monkey's breath be smooth."

"How about it... do you still have the courage to go on stage?"

Li Yan raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "I think that old monkey's breath will probably have to continue to be held!"

"Good, at least the mouth is hard enough!"

Zhang Yuanshang clapped his hands and nodded:

"Shitong, try his weight."

"If it's just a hard mouth, break his legs and throw him out of Xianyang!"

(End of chapter)