The Master Goes Down The Mountain: I Am Not A Son-In-Law

It was rare for Zhumen Town Middle School to have a holiday on non-holidays. The students were happy, the teachers were rarely at leisure, and even the security guards went home, their wives and children were hot on the kang.

A cordon was set up outside the school gate, and martial artists in twos and threes walked into the school according to the guidance of the staff. Bai Fuming was in charge of welcoming them at the door, and the Martial Arts Association arranged a large number of people to maintain order nearby.

The school was chosen in order not to disturb the residents as much as possible, and the playground is a ready-made venue, which is larger than the central square of the town.

The school playground is already full of people, standing together in groups of three and four, talking to each other.

These people are all imposing and full of energy, and they are all local martial arts masters, either elders of sects or directors of martial arts gyms.

But today they are willing to stand under the sun, like students doing exercises, standing in line and waiting on the playground. Of course, they were not waiting for the headmaster to speak, but were waiting for the two masters of today's martial arts—Zhu Xiaoyuan and Xiao Sheng.

There are several rows of chairs under the rostrum beside the playground, and those sitting on the chairs are the masters gathered from all over the world, as well as seniors who are highly respected in the martial arts world.

This is the first time that South Zhu and Bei Xiao have appeared in front of the public at the same time. Together with the masters from more than 20 provinces across the country, it can be regarded as a grand event that the entire martial arts world has never seen in a hundred years.

On the left and right ends of the rostrum, there are two grand master chairs. Zhu Xiaoyuan and Xiao Sheng were sitting on the chairs.

What is puzzling is that there is still an empty chair in the middle of the rostrum.

Zhu Xiaoyuan and Xiao Sheng had already sat down, and who would own this chair naturally became a hot topic of public speculation.

"Who is the chair in the middle for?"

"I don't know, who else has a higher status than Elder Zhu and Elder Xiao?"

"Impossible! Nanzhu and Beixiao have been calling for decades. Even if the remnant of the Hongmen, Mr. Wu Gongsheng, is here, it is impossible to sit in the middle."

"Don't mention Wu Gongsheng, I heard that the priest invited by Jiang Longhui in Nanyang killed him."

"Then what is the origin of the enshrinement, can kill Wu Gongsheng?"

"I heard it's a bit evil. It's a Siamese monk who knows magic."

"No wonder, if you rely on martial arts, how could you be Wu Gongsheng's opponent!"

"Isn't Jiang Longhui dead too?"

"Yes, I heard that Li Muchen went to Haojiang a while ago, killed Jiang Longhui, and even gambled with the gambling king, winning half of Haojiang."

"This kid is really lucky!"

"Don't talk about luck, if you can kill Jiang Longhui and win the gambling king, it's not luck, it's strength!"

"Bullshit strength! Isn't it just that you have a peerless sword in your hand? If it weren't for that sword, he would be able to hurt Old Zhu?"

"No matter how good a sword is, it has to be used by someone, right? What's the use of having a good sword if you don't have any skills?"

"You don't know this. Since ancient times, there has been a lineage of sword immortals who specialize in raising sword spirits. After people die, sword spirits are still there. If you can get such a sword, as long as the sword spirit recognizes its master, you don't need to know martial arts, then The sword can help you."

"Isn't this too mysterious?"

"Hey, it's mysterious! Didn't you see that there are many Daoist sects here this time? There are also ancient martial arts families like the Yuzhou Huangfu family."

"Don't mention Huangfu's family. Huangfuyan and his grandson were killed on the street yesterday. I heard that Li Muchen did it."

"Li Muchen came to Zhumen Town? Is he so courageous?"

"Hey, you didn't see that, he took this woman to walk around Zhumen Town yesterday! Like that, he didn't pay attention to the world's martial arts fellows at all!"

"Hmph, this kid is looking for death! South Zhu and Bei Xiao are all here, and there are dozens of grandmasters. He really thinks he is a god!"

"You don't need to do anything, I just saw Huangfu Fan, the old patriarch of Yuzhou Huangfu's family!"

"Huangfu Fan? Didn't that old monster seal his sword a long time ago?"

"Yes, back then he was known as the Sword Saint, and once defeated the three great masters of the Yellow River with one sword."

"So amazing! Why haven't I heard of it?"

"That happened decades ago. These ancient martial arts families are very proud. They seldom participate in martial arts gatherings, so they rarely have the title of master. It is said that Huangfuxian is a member of the Huangfu family because of his mediocre qualifications. It was not popular, so I went to Ganpo Yuzhang to open another branch, and it turned out to be the second master in East China."

"Okay, stop talking, Mr. Zhu is going to talk." Someone reminded.

Everyone looked at the rostrum together.

The whole playground fell silent in an instant.

Zhu Xiaoyuan walked to the center of the stage, bowed his hands towards everyone, and said loudly:

"Thanks to all fellow martial artists for supporting me, Zhu is very grateful. We gathered here today just to announce one thing. Lao Xiao and I have been called Nan Zhu Bei Xiao for half our lives. This is our honor, but It also makes us feel guilty and uneasy. How can our two old bones represent the entire Chinese martial arts?"

Zhu Xiaoyuan's voice was like a bell, without any amplification equipment, but his voice was clearly heard throughout the playground. Everyone can hear clearly.

"Martial arts in the world come from one source. There is no distinction between regions, and there is no difference between the north and the south. Southern Zhu and Northern Xiao have split the entire Chinese martial arts for nearly half a century. So today, Lao Xiao and I decided to take advantage of the world's martial arts. All comrades are here, establish the Huaxia Martial Arts General Alliance, and elect a leader, so that the world's martial arts will never have any disputes between the north and the south, and there will be no sectarianism, and the unification of China will be truly achieved. This is a good thing that will benefit generations to come!"

There was an uproar underneath.

The establishment of the Huaxia Martial Arts Federation was proposed many years ago, but it failed in the end because there are many martial arts sects, and the southern and northern sects are even more distinct. statement.

Today, the martial arts from all over the world are gathered together, the masters are gathered together, and South Zhu and Bei Xiao are all present. It is indeed a good opportunity.

But who will be the leader?

Zhu Xiaoyuan, or Xiao Sheng?

The two of them might give way to each other, but how could people from the northern and southern martial arts easily recognize each other?

"Could it be that Mr. Zhu and Mr. Xiao are going to have a martial arts competition?"

People couldn't help getting a little excited.

If Nanzhu and Beixiao fight once, the winner will be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the loser can also be the deputy leader. No one will be dissatisfied.

Zhu Xiaoyuan stretched out the double kill and pressed it down lightly. Suddenly, the playground felt a breeze blowing, and there was a peaceful pressure in the air, making people quiet.

Zhu Xiaoyuan smiled slightly and continued:

"Today, the masters from all provinces are here, so let's vote on the spot. If everyone agrees, then the Huaxia Martial Arts Federation will be formally established."

The masters sitting on the chairs in front of the rostrum were in a commotion.

One of them stood up and said: "We have no objection to the establishment of the Huaxia Martial Arts Federation. But who will be the leader? Mr. Zhu, or Mr. Xiao? Or should the two be in charge together?"

Zhu Xiaoyuan said with a smile: "Old Xiao and I are already half-buried, how many more years can we go? The establishment of the Martial Arts Federation can be regarded as a little achievement we have left to the martial arts. The position of leader is still for young people. "

"Mr. Zhu, don't be joking. If the two of you don't sit, that young man dares to sit in this position? In today's world, besides you, who else can control the entire martial arts world?"

Zhu Xiaoyuan laughed: "Dare or not, it depends on courage. Whether you can control it or not depends on your ability. In my opinion, everyone might as well recommend it, and Lao Xiao and I will be the checkers. If you can be recommended by everyone, you can pass us. This level, then the lord will be close."

The playground was in an uproar.

People whispered to each other, discussing who could be the leader.

In fact, there is nothing to recommend, nothing more than the provincial masters sitting in the front row. There are indeed a few outstanding ones, but in front of Zhu Xiaoyuan and Xiao Sheng, it seems that they are not enough.

To suppress the entire Wulin at present, Zhu and Xiao really need to work together.

Zhu Xiaoyuan returned to his chair, and smiled tacitly with Xiao Sheng across the empty space in the middle of the rostrum.

The staff served them tea.

They just sat there, sipping tea slowly.

After a while, the noise on the field gradually died down.

Only then did Zhu Xiaoyuan stand up again, and asked, "Everyone, are there any suitable candidates to be elected?"

You look at me and I look at you on the field, but no one responds.

Zhu Xiaoyuan smiled and said: "Since you don't have any, then I will recommend someone. Let's see if it works."

"Mr. Zhu, don't be so secretive. Since someone has already been selected, it's good to say it. Can we still disagree with the person you and Mr. Xiao are looking for?"

Zhu Xiaoyuan nodded: "Okay, then I'll say it, the person I and Lao Xiao jointly recommended is——Li Muchen!"