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Sikong Jue's martial arts attainments were far higher than that of the three disciples of the water sect. There was almost no suspense in the duel between the two sides. His life was on the line, and he was evenly matched, but a master could tell at a glance that he was deliberately hiding his clumsiness.

The half-day battle was extremely exciting. There was no urination in the whole process. The people at the bottom of the mountain were reluctant to even blink their eyes. If they missed a moment, it would be a loss.

Under such circumstances, Antarctica felt that it was useless to sell edibles. Seeing that the evenly matched players on the mountain seemed to be unable to see the outcome within a short period of time, he shouted loudly about the game.

Most people are not optimistic about Sikong Jue, after all, he is just a military general, he can only be regarded as an amateur when it comes to this martial arts, and only a professional is to teach water.

Of course, there are many people who buy Sikong absolutely lose, and the odds are too high, one to ten.

After fighting for half a day, Antarctica finally shouted: "Lord City Lord, Madam called you to go home for dinner!"

The code is here!

Sikong Jue's brows condensed, and he already knew that Antarctica meant that all the goods on hand were out of stock. The hand holding the sword was suddenly filled with a powerful internal force, all of which was filled into the body of the sword, it seemed that even the blade was Kind of a bit.

The powerful internal force instantly enveloped his whole being, revealing a sense of coldness from the inside out, and slashed at the three disciples with his sword like a slash.

The third disciple of the water sect took out their knives to greet them, but only heard a crisp sound.

Ding!

The knife that the leader of the water sect had learned and forged in his life had been broken into two halves, and half of it splashed down the mountain and landed in front of the heroes of Chinese martial arts. When he looked at it, he saw that the blade was smooth and neat. It can be seen how sharp the blade that will break it with a single sword is.

The three disciples thought that they were evenly matched with Sikong Jue, or even about to win, but this sudden change caught him off guard, and he was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, Sikong Jue had already bullied him and kicked him directly. Kicked down the mountain.

But don't underestimate that kick, it's only enough to let the master lie down for a month or two.

A figure fell from the sky among the crowd, landed in front of the crowd, rolled a few times along the hillside, and after stopping, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, as if he had suffered serious internal injuries.

The master looked up at the sky, blood spilled from the corners of his lips, and murmured, "I have no regrets in my life..."

With a tilt of his head, he passed out, and immediately a disciple of the water sect came to pick him up.

Sikong Jue won a complete victory, standing on the hillside to receive the cheers and praises of everyone.

In the eyes of everyone, this duel can be described as a brilliant fight. The two were evenly matched, and Sikong Jue narrowly won by one move, and it was very difficult to win.

In addition, the sword in his hand is the best among the swords, and it is not to be underestimated to be able to cut the sword forged by the head of the water sect in one fell swoop.

Which master made that sword?

Everyone asked each other, Sikong Jue had already come down from the mountain with his sword in hand, Xia Jinhua hurriedly surrounded him, and she was relieved to see that Sikong Jue was fine, and that the corners of his clothes were not damaged at all.

Although she knew of his ability, but seeing him just on the hillside and the person who taught the water teaching you to and fro with the knife, how could she not be worried, in case the sword had no eyes?

Sikong Jue threw the sword to Antarctica, Antarctica raised the sword high, and shouted: "Everyone, come and see, this is the sword used by the city lord to defeat the water sect, and the effect has only been seen by everyone. Now, the city owner said, thank you all for your support, this sword will be auctioned on-site today, starting at 1,000 taels, plus at least 10 taels at a time!"

Everyone rushed forward, and the sharpness of the sword was obvious to all. People who practice martial arts, especially those who use swords, care about a sword the most. It is a symbol of identity and reputation. Some people spend their whole lives Just for a good sword.

Immediately, someone shouted: "I'll give out one thousand two hundred taels!"

"I'll give you 1,500 taels!"

"Two thousand taels!"

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Seeing that Xia Jinhua and Sikongjue had already left hand in hand, and that many martial arts heroes were circling Antarctica to fight for the sword, everyone in Yancheng was speechless again.

This stinky shameless Xiacheng, can it be any more shameless?

Facts have proved that the shameless index of Xiacheng has completely surpassed the sky and the imagination of human beings.

The many people who came with Xiacheng were busy cleaning up the mess under the Nanshan Mountain, tidying up the stalls and trucks, and counting today's sales. All the toilet water was sold out, and the mint water was almost sold. Nu Qinu's sanitary napkins were also sold, and the several inferior binoculars brought by Huluwa were all sold at sky-high prices.

Xia Cheng made a profit this time.

Soon, at Antarctica, the sword was sold for a total of 3,000 taels of silver.

Three thousand taels is enough to invite a well-known swordsmith in Chanzhou to personally take action, and can create a sword that is hundreds of times stronger than that sword. In 2010, its financial resources were almost comparable to those of some large cities, so they didn't care about the thousands of taels of silver, and put it into Xiacheng's pocket in vain.

Antarctica happily put the 3,000 taels of silver notes into his pocket, took out the business cards he had prepared, and distributed them to many martial arts heroes who had returned from disappointment.

"All the swords used by the city lord are from my Xiacheng 'Ferry' blacksmith shop. The address is at No. 23, North Street, Xuanwu District, Xiacheng. The street office is opposite the door. Eight, you heard it right, it’s not ninety-nine-eight, let alone one-nine-hundred-eight, it’s ninety-eight taels! The city owner’s sword of the same style is only ninety-eight taels, and a limited edition of twenty will never be added!”

Yancheng Public: "..."

No matter how the people in Yancheng despised them, the weapons in the 'Ferry' blacksmith shop in the Xuanwu District of Xiacheng were all out of stock.

Xia City was divided into four districts. Xia Jinhua personally named it, Qinglong White Tiger Suzaku Xuanwu, and the four districts were domineering.

Everyone took their business cards and dashed away like birds and beasts to the cornfields and bushes in Nanshan. After a while, the sound of peeing was heard one after another...

It's not easy to hold back your urine and watch such a duel that has no urine points throughout.

The green army moved to the wind, and went to the hillside of the cornfield bushes. If they caught one, they would be fined one tael of silver. If they didn't give money, they would go out everywhere. How could this kind of thing be exposed? Paid out.

When the heroes came down the mountain, they were asked three taels of silver by the green army in ambush at the foot of the mountain.

Under the Nanshan Mountain, dried melon seeds and nuts were scattered all over the place. The ancients had no awareness of protecting nature. After a duel, the mountain had become a garbage dump. Xiacheng dispatched many people to clean it up for several days.

But fortunately, I received a large cleaning fee and rewarded some of the villagers who came to clean, and the rest belonged to Xiacheng.

Yancheng gained a new understanding of how shameless Xiacheng was.

In Antarctica, after sending out business cards and greeting everyone in Yancheng, he took the leftovers he brought up the mountain and went down the mountain leisurely.

Once again, Murong Yan occasionally heard the **** stick: "After a duel, I only made one hundred thousand taels, which is too little..."

Suddenly, Murong Yan was speechless.

One hundred thousand taels, that is already the tax revenue of Yancheng for a year!

Well, sure enough, a tree without bark is bound to die, a person is shameless, and the world is invincible.

It's no wonder that Xiacheng is trying to make money, because Xiacheng is too poor now.

Generally, the income of the city lord comes from taxes, but when the city lord of Xiacheng took office, he did not increase the tax, but reduced it. To develop the economy, now the canal has been repaired with a lot of blood. Although some money has been raised, the main source is the City Lord's Mansion.

Murong Yan also heard that Xia Cheng was so poor that even the city lord and counselor wore a pair of underpants...

In such a poor and new city, the city owner is forced to sit down and start a business.

It is said that there are several restaurants, brothels, shipbuilding workshops, brick kilns, iron smelting workshops and blacksmith shops under the name of the city lord's mansion. Sometimes Xia Jinhua has to go back to Xiacheng to inspect the business.

That 100,000 taels is enough to solve Xiacheng's current economic distress.

After Sikongjue's duel, Xia Jinhua immediately paid the full amount of the money he was going to pay to Yancheng to buy the ore. The goods traveled a while by water and then by land, and were transported to Xiacheng and into Xia Jinhua's house. Inside the cement workshop.

The canal is still being excavated, and everything is on track. Xia Jinhua no longer has to supervise the construction site every day, and often slips to Sikongjue's place. The two husbands and wife finally ended the year of hunger and thirst that could only see each other once a week. , and lived a happy life.

Xiacheng's military defense has always been a matter of Sikongjue, and the financial aspect is within the scope of Xia Jinhua's management. Xia Jinhua is thinking about how to make Xiacheng make money every day. When he snapped, he frowned, and how could he not be in a hurry, he was always thinking about making money.

Sikong Jue fought against the third disciple of the Water Sect, and the news of the great victory has spread throughout the martial arts of Chanzhou. Countless martial arts people flocked to live in Xiacheng, waiting for an opportunity to challenge Sikong Jue.

Now, the entire Chanzhou martial arts is paying attention to Sikongjue. If he can win Sikongjue, then it will definitely make Chanzhou famous.

But Sikong absolutely didn't have time to accept those strange duel invitations, he had too many things to do.

A few days after defeating the third disciple of the water sect, a man with white eyebrows and white hair stood at the entrance of the canal construction site, poured his internal force into his fingertips, and nailed a battle scholar written in bamboo slips into the canal temporarily. on the door of the headquarters.

"Sikong Jue, three days later, I will see you at the top of Nanshan, I want to be in the same place and take the shame of my junior brother!"

The white and white-haired man walked away like that, Antarctica took the bamboo slip and showed it to Sikong Jue.

"It's the second disciple of the water sect." Sikong Jue said coldly, it seemed that the water sect had bit him.

Before he finished reading it, Xia Jinhua had already entered the simple wooden house with a large pile of various documents and contracts, and he slammed the pile in front of Sikong Jue, saying, "These are the recent large-scale contracts. The city lord will take a quick look at the business plan and contract."

Those were all planning plans and contract documents drawn up by Xia Jinhua. Sikong Jue paid more attention and threw the gauntlet to Antarctica: "I'm not free, so I'll go back."

Antarctica also truthfully went back to the second disciple who taught water.

The second disciple was furious: "Xiacheng deceives people too much!"

Rejecting people's challenges is a big thing that hurts people's face. How can you not be angry if you are a water teacher.

Antarctica was even more angry: "The city owner goes up and down with thousands of taels of silver a day, and fights with you for a day. It will cost you a thousand taels of silver. Can you afford it? Can you afford it?"

After all, I returned the war book and went.

The second disciple obeyed the master's order and made a special trip to take Sikongjue's life. Since the open and honest invitation to fight failed, he prepared to assassinate him.

That night, while the moon was dark and the wind was high, the second disciple sneaked into the canal project. On the section of the road that Sikong Jue was in charge of, he found the temporary prefab house where the foreman lived.

A patrolling green army was caught, and the green army said: "You are late. The city master returned to the city with a horse in the evening. There is an important meeting in the city."

The second disciple hit the horse and chased after Xiacheng. It was late and the city gate was closed. When it was dawn, he entered the city through the Dongcheng Gate. After passing through the Baihu District, he saw a great change in the city. New houses were being built everywhere, and he got lost and was patrolled. The city management found that it was sent to the sub-district office, and the sub-district office sent it to the county government of the protected area, and the county government sent it to the city lord's mansion.

The second disciple was overjoyed, and brought his sword into the city lord's mansion, but could not find Sikong Jue, and asked, "Where is Sikong Jue's shrunken tortoise now, let him die in the first place!"

The leader of the Green Army No. 1 hurried past him like a gust of wind holding the document: "You are late, the city owner will inspect the construction of the new bridge in Xingfu Village today, and cordially condolences to the local residents, and will set off at dawn."

The second disciple almost exploded on the spot, and then dashed to Xingfu Village outside the city. When they arrived at Xingfu Village, they arrived at their destination. It was already evening, and Sikongjue could not be found anywhere. Son, I went to the canal construction site."

The second disciple hurried to the construction site again, but could not find Sikong Jue. The overseer Lei Shen replied, "The city owner is not at this construction site, but at the Matou Village construction site."

The second disciple galloped to the Matou Village construction site again, but could not find Sikongjue everywhere, Antarctica replied, "You are late, the city lord took his advisors to the next hill, saying that he wanted to practice a technique called 'papapapa'. 'The peerless magic."

The second disciple galloped back to the next hill, unable to find Si Kongjue, and ran back to the construction site, Antarctica replied, "You are late again, the city lord and counselor just now have finished practicing the magic art of 'papa', and rode to Yancheng overnight. Talk to City Lord Murong about the opening of the canal."

The second disciple went mad on the spot and ran to Yancheng on horseback. When they arrived, the city gate was closed...

The next day, many villagers who were waiting to enter the city saw a white-haired man sitting next to a tired horse, with dull eyes and a decadent expression, and a few white marks were knocked out of the wall behind him.

The second disciple entered the city and found the city lord's mansion. The guard of the city lord's mansion replied, "You are late, and the city lord Sikong just went to the west gate."

The second disciple hurriedly chased after the West City Gate, and after waiting for a long time, Sikong Jue was nowhere to be seen.

But he didn't know that Sikong Jue led his beloved counselor to eat breakfast at a small stall near the West City Gate, and then went out of the city hand in hand all the way to the East City Gate.

In the end, the second disciple blocked Sikongjue at the construction site of Matou Village. At this time, the second disciple was already like a thunderbolt that was about to explode. Everyone gasped and gasped. When he saw Sikongjue's figure, he immediately The sword came out: "Sikong Jue, you martial arts scum, you have a kind of battle with me!"

Sikong Jue was busy with his head and burned his head, with a steamed bun in his mouth, he was nibbling on it in a hurry, and said, "Okay, okay, I will come to fight with you after eating the steamed bun."

This time, there were no martial arts people onlookers, and there was nothing thrilling. For a duel that had no business opportunities, Sikong absolutely did not take it to heart.

After eating the steamed buns, he took the sword and stepped forward. The two swords subdued the two disciples, and the last palm slapped them up, causing internal injuries.

The second disciple finally got what he wanted, lying on his back on the construction site, surrounded by canal workers coming and going, looking at him like a fool, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, sighed, and laughed: " I have no regrets in my life-"

When he tilted his head, he passed out.

Antarctica went to notify the people in charge of water education to carry people back.

Holding a water sect is like a swarm of bees, stabbed one to a nest. After the third and second disciples failed miserably, the eldest disciple came to the door.

On that day, everyone saw a very handsome young man wandering around the construction site. Finally, he punched out a gauntlet with his internal force and nailed it to the door of the prefab house on the construction site. With a sneer, he turned around and walked away. : "Strong man, please stay!"

The young man turned his head, smiled, and said with a sassy and heroic appearance, "I am the eldest disciple of the Water Sect, and I came today to fight the Lord of your City in a decisive battle at the top of Nanshan in three days, and I will never die!"

After saying that, he was about to leave in a dashing manner, but was held back by Antarctica: "I know that you are making an offer, so go there and wait in line to get an application form for a decisive battle."

"Decisive battle application form?" The eldest disciple hesitated and looked at the door panel of the temporary prefab room. Seeing that on the door panel, he had already stared at several things similar to battle books. Antarctica was pulling them out one by one. Seeing the door panel All to be ordered.

He was skeptical and went to another place, where he saw that there was already a long queue of people, all kinds of people, men and women, young and old, some long-established masters, and some rookies who were just starting out. They were queuing and chatting.

"Yo, are you from the Five Willows faction of Beishan?"

"Exactly, it's such a coincidence that you also came to fight with Sikong Jue!"

"Yeah, yeah, just graduated, come try your luck."

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The eldest disciple endured his anger, learned the lessons of the failure of the first two junior brothers, and began to line up, but the handsome face was distorted.

There were quite a lot of people, more than 20 people lined up in front of the eldest disciple, and some people in Xiacheng came out to maintain order.

After waiting in line for about half an hour, it was finally his turn. There was a table there, and a man with a cold face was sitting there.

In front of the eldest disciple is a lame man. Don't look at him as a lame man. His reputation in the arena is quite impressive. , he even came.

But seeing the man doing it, he glanced coldly at the stump, and said directly: "The qualifications are not good, the next one!"

The stump on the ground was furious: "This old man has been queuing for half an hour, but you said that this old man is not qualified. Even Sikong Jue can only be regarded as a junior in front of this old man. This old man looks down on him when he writes the battle letter!"

The man raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you see the notice next to it? Disabled people are not accepted here!"

Sure enough, a sign was erected next to it: "The disabled and the sick do not line up!"

The stump was so angry that he was about to show his power: "This old man has been in the rivers and lakes for decades—"

"Come here, drive me out!" The man interrupted him directly, and immediately surrounded a dozen green troops, surrounding the stump of the ground.

The so-called hero can't stand the crowd. No matter how high Rao's 'ground stump' is, he can't resist the beatings of many green troops. After a while, a net fell from the sky, trapped him, and dragged him to the outside of the construction site.

"The old man has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and I have never seen you so shameless-"

The roar of the ground stump echoed in everyone's ears, and the green army reported to the man: "Head, the man has been thrown out."

The man known as the head of the regiment calmed down his anger a little, and said, "Tell that cripple, and then dare to rescue him, strip his clothes and throw them out!"

Crowd: "..."

When it was the eldest disciple's turn, the head of the regiment asked, "Name? Age? Hometown? Sect?"

The eldest disciple sneered, knowing that this was Sikongjue's deliberate plan to delay time, so he answered one by one: "Leng Qingcang, 24 out of 20, native of Leech Mountain, and his sect teaches water."

The man quickly drew a bar on one sheet with charcoal and said, "Take the form and fill it out, but go to the interview next door."

The eldest disciple's eyes popped, what the **** is an interview?

Holding the watch, hesitantly, he paced away with a hesitant expression on his face. Seeing that there were special desks around him, as well as the Four Treasures of the Study, many martial arts heroes were filling out the forms with sad faces.

Looking at the table, in addition to the name, place of origin, age, etc., there are a few more questions.

Positive: What was the greatest success of your life?

Do you think a duel with the city lord will have a greater impact on your life? What effect do you want to get?

Can you overcome all obstacles in order to duel with the city lord?

Please write a self-evaluation of no less than 800 words.

Back: Ferry blacksmith shop, your personal bodyguard, address: X Street, Xiacheng...

The eldest disciple: "..."

After finally filling out the form, the eldest disciple went to another place for the so-called interview.

The person who came to the management interview was a Daoist, with an immortal smile on his face, when it was the eldest disciple's turn, the Daoist smiled harmlessly: "I have read your resume, you are a master of water education. Disciple, you are currently the head coach of the inner disciples of the Water Sect, with outstanding work ability?"

The eldest disciple said proudly, "Yes."

The Taoist asked again, "Why are you here to challenge the city lord?"

The eldest disciple glared angrily: "He wounded the second and third junior brothers, and killed my younger junior brother. This grievance cannot be shared by the sky! I will definitely take his head!"

Hearing this, the Taoist explained with a smile: "It's like this, there are too many people who come to find the city lord for a decisive battle. The city lord is dealing with all kinds of opportunities, and there is really no time, so we have formulated relevant standards, and only those who meet our standards can tell the city lord. Challenge, I see that your qualifications and martial arts have met our requirements, and you can challenge the city master."

The eldest disciple smiled, and his eyes were full of righteous pride.

But I heard a humane again: "Come here, this is your 'dueling instructions'. You have prepared the materials and sent them to the Matou Village construction site. The city owner will challenge you after seeing it."

The Taoist sent a so-called 'Duel Instructions'. Seeing that there are several instructions listed on it, first of all, pay the registration fee of 10 taels of silver.

Secondly, hand in the following materials, first, martial arts identity certification, second, martial arts qualification certification, third, medical examination form.

"What is this sect's identity authentication?" the eldest disciple asked.

The Taoist replied: "You said that you are the top disciple of the water sect, how can we know, what if you are an impostor? If the city owner duels with a fake, it will hurt to spread out, so we ask every challenger You must have the identity certification presented by the sect and stamped with the official seal to prove your identity."

"What is sect qualification certification?"

The Taoist explained very patiently: "People have costs, and sects also have fakes. If you need to go to the city in the area under the sect's jurisdiction, you must go to the city lord to get a seal to prove the authenticity of the sect. Only then can we give you a chance to duel with the city lord."

"What's the medical checklist?"

"That's right, what if your body is ill before the duel, and you die of a sudden illness during the duel, and your family is wronged by the city lord? So we ask you to go to the designated medical center before the duel. Physical examination of related items to prove that you are in good health and capable of fighting a duel."

The eldest disciple hesitated for a moment, remembered what happened to the second disciple, got up, and returned to the sect.

At the sect, the materials were prepared and stamped, and then they went to the Duancheng City Lord's Mansion to prepare the materials and stamps. Finally, they went to the designated hospital for a physical examination, prepared a medical examination report, stamped them, and sent them to the construction site of Matou Village.

The interviewer at the construction site replied: "The format of the sect's identity authentication is wrong, so do it again."

Thinking about the tragic experience of the second disciple, the eldest disciple rushed back to the water sect, re-made the sect identity authentication certificate, covered seven or eight chapters in one go, and sent it to the Matou Village construction site.

The interviewer at the construction site replied: "I failed the Zongmen qualification certification, so I have to try again."

The eldest disciple rushed back to Duancheng overnight, made another sect qualification certificate, covered seven or eight chapters, and sent it to the Matou Village construction site.

The interviewer said: "Congratulations, you have passed the first test, the following is the content of the retest: the city owner can dig up 200 truckloads of soil within ten days, so we require you to dig up 200 truckloads of soil within ten days. We can enter our final test."

As a result, the eldest disciple was sent to the canal construction site to complete the re-examination content.

When Yancheng came to inspect the Matou Village construction site, he found that the construction site was full of martial arts people who were sweating like rain and digging the canal. Once again, they had a new understanding of the shamelessness of the couple in the county!

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