Chapter 283: Fair

What is "Jianghu"?

Jianghu is a deep pit dug out by swords, filled with blood.

Where there are people, there is a fame and fortune field, and Jianghu people are essentially a group that seizes fame and fortune by martial arts and violence. It's just that people want stability, and in the evolution of thousands of years, there are gradually many rules in the Jianghu. Only by using violence appropriately while observing these rules can one "reasonably and legally" exchange for benefits.

From this perspective, "evil path" is actually closer to the essence of Jianghu people. While Jianghu people are protected by Jianghu rules, they are also constantly fantasizing about how great it would be if only they could ignore these rules.

To make these people work for themselves, just give them a chance—a chance that can truly exchange violence for fame and fortune, will be recognized by everyone afterward, and will not "destroy Jianghu rules."

Now this chance is right in front of them.

At the same time An Ziyang turned around and showed a sinister smile, several figures stood up from below.

"I'll come!"

"I'll come first!"

"Get lost!"

Swish, swish, swish!

Four or five figures rushed onto the arena at the same time. Before they could say who they wanted to challenge, these people already looked at each other with hostile eyes, their footsteps moved, and their weapons were framed toward the vital points of the other party.

And then—blood light rose!

With the first scream echoing all around.

The moon-viewing banquet officially opened.

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At the foot of Songshan.

A figure was approaching Songshan at an extremely swift speed.

This person looked to be in his forties, dressed in rags, but not like a down-and-out person stained with filth, but instead faintly exuding the smell of grass, wood, and mud. From the remaining clothes hanging on his body, one could faintly see that this was originally a long gown with excellent workmanship and great value.

His beard and hair were disheveled and tangled, as if they hadn't been taken care of for ten or twenty years. But one could faintly see that his appearance was extremely outstanding, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a heroic appearance, and a pair of eyes that were bright and piercing.

If any Embroidered Uniform Guard saw him, they would probably feel shocked and uncertain.

Because this person's appearance, if the beard was shaved—was five or six points similar to Li Miao!

After a while, this person had already seen the Junjifeng of Songshan from afar.

"Arrived, arrived."

"He is here, he is at the summit..."

Joy appeared on this person's face.

"He hasn't died yet, he even cultivated successfully!"

"As long as I see him, as long as I explain everything to him, take him back to Yingzhou... those lives, were not in vain!"

"As long as—"

Ripping—

Blood splashed!

"Ugh!"

His right arm fell lightly to the ground, and the figure that was moving at high speed suddenly lost its balance, and the whole person fell forward.

Tseng!

A sword light rose abruptly from under the ground, stabbing at his face!

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the short sword that stabbed over, and then his figure turned, and the whole person flipped in mid-air! He pulled a short figure out from the ground and threw it to one side!

And he also took this opportunity to reorganize his posture, and the whole person rushed out a few zhang and stood still. His left hand clicked on his broken arm several times to stop the bleeding. Then he looked toward the opposite side.

From the dense forest, a person walked out.

Clap, clap, clap.

"Powerful, powerful."

"You have been sleeping underground for nearly thirty years, and in a situation where you were calculated against, you could only have one arm cut off. You were able to survive to the end and flee to the Central Plains; you really have some skills."

That person clapped his hands and said with a smile.

"If you had just disappeared, we might not have been able to catch you."

"Unfortunately, ever since the news of this Songshan moon-viewing banquet spread through the Jianghu, we knew you would definitely come to see him. I have been waiting here for half a month. Just now I thought that it was already August 15th and you still hadn't come, maybe you were already dead."

"Fortunately, I waited for you a little longer."

"Zheng Lingchuan."

Zheng Lingchuan frowned and looked at the opposite side.

Enemies, at least three.

One was the expert who suddenly made a move and cut off his arm, walking out of the dense forest, the blood on the long sword slowly dripping to the ground. The blade was long, narrow, and slightly curved, not like the shape of the Central Plains.

One was the short figure who hid underground and plotted against him, already not knowing where he was hiding, thinking he was looking at his vital points with cold eyes, ready to take his life at any time.

And the last one, also the most dangerous one, was the person who spoke to him.

Wearing a gorgeous long gown, with a long flute inserted at his waist. He looked to be in his early thirties.

His appearance was five or six points similar to him!

If Zheng Lingchuan appeared in front of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, it would make the Embroidered Uniform Guard feel surprised. But if this person appeared in front of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, it would probably make the Embroidered Uniform Guards kneel down and pay respects directly.

Because this person's appearance, with Li Miao—was exactly the same!

Zheng Lingchuan gritted his teeth and said.

"You... what is your name?"

"Zheng Ming."

The person opposite said slowly.

Zheng Lingchuan's expression changed greatly when he heard the other party's answer.

"A single-character name..."

He secretly thought.

"This time, I'm afraid I'm going to die here..."

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Junjifeng summit.

The wooden arena had already been splashed with several pools of blood, extending slowly along the texture of the wood. On both sides, Jianghu people, especially the few closest to the center, were all dumbfounded, looking at the traces left by the battle, and from time to time looking at the high platform above, their expressions shocked and uncertain.

From the time An Ziyang turned around until now, it had only been two hours.

Dozens of fights had occurred, and seven people had lost their lives.

The time Li Miao left for Jianghu people to "change seats" was only half a day.

In the first few fights, both sides were still following the usual way of fighting—polite, not hitting vital points, stopping when the point was reached, trying not to leave wounds on the other party. But soon, this behavior caused dissatisfaction among other Jianghu people.

Very simple—if you fight like this, one fight will take half an hour, and we don't know if we can fight!

The situation changed because of a fight.

Someone established a winning trend, and when the weapon was withdrawn from the opponent's vital point, the other party suddenly made a move and killed him on the arena.

If it were in normal times, the victory obtained in this way would definitely not be recognized by Jianghu people.

But at this moment, no one made a sound.

Because An Ziyang just smiled and personally exchanged the signs of the two sides.

Several Embroidered Uniform Guards dragged the body down and handed it to his sect.

Jianghu people suddenly understood—from the beginning, An Ziyang didn't announce any rules.

Just as An Ziyang said, the Embroidered Uniform Guard would not intervene in the fight on the arena; the Embroidered Uniform Guard just provided everyone with a venue for fighting and maintained the greatest fairness—the winner stands, and the entire sect rises; the loser lies down, and the sect also has to pay the price.

Life and death is the greatest fairness.

No hypocrisy, and no need for any scruples.

As long as you are on the stage, all you have to do is—do your best to defeat your opponent.

And the Embroidered Uniform Guard will give the winner a fair reward.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 284 =====