Devil Seeds

"Okay!" The master, who didn't care about the pain in his face, stood on the roof of the hut and applauded wildly.

The apprentice pulled the master's trouser leg and whispered: "Master! You can't even see such an obvious release of water to crack down on match-fixing? Your presbyopia is serious again?"

While the master applauded, he lowered his head and said to his disciples in a low voice: "In two hours, we will have lunch. The Diancang Pai family has a big business, and there will be more than a dozen tables of running water tables later. Anyway, applauding is free. Now I Give him face, and later I will have a feast without paying the gift money, and he will also give me face not to expose me. This is not old-fashioned, this is called sophistication."

"Teacher! The rivers and lakes are dangerous, and you still have a lot to learn."

While speaking, the master applauded more intensely, and even waved at Liu Gaoren in the ring, with enthusiasm and madness like a ten-year die-hard fan.

Around the arena, there were undisciplined people who had taken money, five coins and one head, cheering and applauding enthusiastically, pushing up the overall atmosphere, while most of the real masters watched with cold eyes.

Today is the first day of the competition.

The master who inspired everyone to come here has not shown up, so where can there be any real masters to compete on stage?

Simply let those who seek fame and fame play in the arena, which can be regarded as a performance for everyone and enliven the atmosphere.

As long as Bai Xiaosheng is not stupid, he will never include Liu Gaoren in the list.

Of course, besides the Tianbang, it is hard to say about the list of high-ranking people, list of strange people, list of celebrities, etc. that lack credibility.

After all... Bai Xiaosheng also needs to have a meal!

In addition to selling information.

Another important task of Bai Xiaosheng is to make famous for his fellow martial artists.

How to become famous? It's nothing more than making a list, and then get one or two real masters to support the scene in the list, and then rank them according to 'contribution', and carry out different degrees of promotion.

Whoever gives more money will be ranked higher, and the more boasted they will be.

Liu Gao left the ring contentedly, and a new Jianghu 'hero' was called up, and then another routine that he had made up a long time ago.

A few scholars kneeling by the side of the arena were writing vigorously.

While drawing the fighting scene, by the way subjectively adding some conjectures of his own to make the picture more intense and exciting, someone used outstanding writing to describe the fighting scene in great detail.

After the martial arts tournament is over, the protagonists of those picture scrolls and manuscripts will take the initiative to send money to their door, and then take away the drafts and print them wantonly.

In the name of Bai Xiaosheng transcribing it on the spot, it was distributed everywhere.

The so-called rivers and lakes, ancient roads, westerly winds and thin horses, sunsets, single swords alone, swords proudly soaring to the sky, life-and-death battles in the maple leaf forest, long streets and ancient alleys.

But for ordinary people, it's actually just money coming and going, and interests entangled.

"What kind of bullshit martial arts competition, I'm so angry."

"Such bastards are a waste of Sajia's time. If you have the guts, let the Sajia go on stage. The Sajia will pick them all up." Among the crowded crowd, a black-clothed monk with a bushy beard did not hesitate. Without hesitation, he spoke his truth.

He unceremoniously tore off the mask of the hypocritical martial arts, and trampled on his feet.

Lively mountain top, quiet down.

Then more attacks rushed towards the monk in black.

It's all about money.

Obviously, professional supporters and professional trolls are the same group of people.

As good as they are at cheering, they are as good at dismantling.

From simple boasting, not knowing what is good or bad, to being a monk who does not practice morality, breaking the precept of anger, and then to being ashamed of the Buddha and remaining shameless in the world.

Step by step, pressing step by step, it seems that every sentence has some truth, but in fact it is teasing and mocking, forcing people to die.

If the heart is weak, just hearing these words will make you angry and go crazy.

Among those criticizing the black-clothed monk, there were those martial arts 'heroes' who were fighting fake matches, and there were also professionals who Bai Xiaosheng arranged to mix in the crowd to 'maintain order'.

After all... it is Bai Xiaosheng's business to arrange martial arts competitions, and then fight fake matches to help 'partners' become famous.

The black-clothed monk's outspoken words were just ruining Bai Xiaosheng's job.

How can it be endured?

Bai Xiaosheng is not a truly fair and just official organization, and when he does something, he always has a purpose.

The black-clothed monk didn't bother to talk about it, so he jumped more than ten feet high and landed on the competition platform like a big black bird, then he clasped his fists and said to Si Fang: "Although this competition is a platform set up by Bai Xiaosheng, the pride is Our own, and our dignity is also our own. Sajia didn’t read many books, and used to chant scriptures with the old monk in the temple. Whenever he chanted, he would doze off. The old monk said that Sajia had no roots of wisdom, but Sajia also knew that before the Buddha Can't tell lies."

"Today, the Sa family broke the three precepts, so let's talk here. If anyone refuses to accept it, come to the stage to argue."

"A martial arts contest is just a matter of horizontal and vertical. The winner stands, and the loser lies down. The winner is justified, and the loser is not."

"Simple and clear, wouldn't it be fun?"

The words of the monk in black did not cause a shocking response in the noisy crowd.

When a person is not well-known, no matter how reasonable his words are, they will have no strength.

"That's right! The martial arts competition is nothing more than standing and lying down. It's so fancy... It's not a good thing. When did this martial arts talk about money? It's not about their own abilities. ?” The voice of the person who spoke was not loud, but it suppressed the audience, making the entire top of Jiupan Mountain instantly silent.

The person who spoke came from Abandoned Sword Villa.

It is the young sword god who has gained fame in recent days.

To people in this world, he is called Ying Siming.

For the group of monks, he is Dugu Ming.

People love money, but are more afraid of death.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

The name of the young sword god is enough to suppress the audience and silence those Xiao Xiaoyu in the face.

"Shaoxia Ying is right. Fighting in the arena is not a theater performance."

"People in the rivers and lakes should be judged by martial arts!" The soft but cold voice was like a handful of melting ice water in spring, soaking into people's hearts.

It is cold, but refreshing, and dissolves the boredom and depression in people's hearts.

Among the fluttering white ribbons, a woman dressed in white and holding an ice-colored sword descended from the sky stepping on the white ribbons.

She fell on a corner of the ring like a fallen leaf.

The whitest Runan white gauze in the world was worn on her body, and it was actually a shade darker than her skin.

It is not only white like snow, but also exudes light, soft and jade-like.

She has a slender figure, but she doesn't look thin, and she doesn't show any bones.

Those eyes, those red lips...all seem to stir the fire in people's hearts.

She is a woman as snowy as jade.

But in the man's heart, what was ignited was fire and thunder.

The monk in black stared blankly at the woman.

Then he burst out laughing: "Good! Good! Good! That's what it looks like, this is the number one beauty in the Jianghu. It's not a loss for the Sa family to come. This is the number one in the world, and the Sa family will be determined. Wait for the Sa family to win." First, the name of the Dharma will have to be changed in the future, and it will be called 'Breaking the Four Precepts'!"

The second update today!

I was excited to write it, almost confiscated it, and went to talk about the truth of life again... this problem.

Fortunately, the car stopped, and the topic always revolved around the story!

Always remember! Always remember!

Everything serves the story!

Hahaha!

There is another update in the morning, take a breath... Wait a minute, everyone!