Chapter 4 Martial Arts Recruitment

Ling Qingyun paced back and forth with his hands behind his back in the living room: "You don't go. How can you let your father see you again in the future?"

"If you want to go, Dad, you can go by yourself. I won't go." Tianhong played with the chess pieces on the chessboard.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Qingyun stared at his youngest son angrily: "Your Uncle Lu has always been good to you. He hopes that you can also participate this time."

"Tianhong, just listen to your father, go!" Ling Tianyi, the brother beside him, also persuaded, "What's more, Uncle Lu and our family are friends, and Mengshan is also beautiful..."

"Brother, since you say so, why don't you go?" Tianhong looked at his brother with a smile.

"You son of a son, if your brother can go, will I still ask you to go?" Ling Qingyu picked up a cigarette gun on the table and pulled it to Tianhong.

"Dad, I'm your own son. Why do you always use domestic violence?"

"You unfilial son, you Uncle Lu's posts have been sent, and you didn't give me face to participate. I gave birth to such a son as you in vain." Ling Qingyun cursed angrily.

"What is this and what! Why am I not filial to you? Of course, this marriage can't be a joke. I have to think about it carefully.

Tianyi: "Tianhong, Uncle Lu wants you to participate in the martial arts competition, not necessarily you to be his son-in-law."

"Don't worry about me. I don't know Uncle Lu's thoughts. He knew that no one could match my martial arts within hundreds of miles, so he deliberately engaged in such a martial arts competition. If he wanted me to win the championship, he stuffed Mengshan to me and gave him enough face, and everyone knew that he had a son-in-law who was good at martial arts in the future." Tianhong naturally knows what Uncle Lu is abacusing about.

“.....” Tianyi shook his head with a smile. Of course, he understood that Uncle Lu was calculating like this, but it was inconvenient for his father to say.

"You said it too early. There are many people with great martial arts skills in the world. How many people do you think can win with just your two strokes?" Ling Qingyun deliberately provoked him with the method of excitement.

"Dad, you use the stimulation method to provoke me! Hey hey... I don't like this! Anyway, I won't go." Tianhong left the chess pieces in his hand and stood up and shook his clothes to get ready to go out.

"Dad boy, where are you going?" Ling Qingyun saw that his youngest son was ready to leave and hurriedly stopped him.

"I have an appointment with Zijian to go out today." Tianhong stopped.

"If you don't agree to participate in the Lu family's competition today, you are not my son." Ling Qingyun had no choice but to use a fierce move. He knew that these two sons were very filial to him. Although Tianhong was a little rebellious, he would always listen to him.

Tianhong sighed helplessly and turned back to sit back in the chair angrily: "Use this trick again, Dad, can you change your move next time?"

Tianyi squeezed his mouth and looked at his younger brother with a smile.

Ling Qingyun's happy face was still cold: "So you agreed."

"You always say harsh words. Can I not go?" There is such an unreasonable father... Sweat...

"Don't you like Mengshan? What's wrong with Mengshan? What doesn't deserve you?" Ling Qingyun is extremely satisfied with Lu Mengshan. He is definitely the best choice to be a daughter-in-law. He doesn't understand how dissatisfied Tianhong is.

"She is very good but not my type. She is too formal and doesn't seem to have her own thoughts. She says whatever you say, a flower in the greenhouse." Tianhong's light blue robe, with a neat bun on the top of his head, wrapped in a delicate white jade hair crown, and a light green silk crown belt hanging from both sides of the jade crown, which looks handsome.

"Dad, since Tianhong has promised you to go, let him plan other things by himself! If he really doesn't want to marry Mengshan, you won't be happy if you force him to marry him. Tianyi helped his brother speak. His marriage was arranged by his father, and only he could understand the taste.

"That's right, I'm still reasonable."

"Okay! But you can't lose your father's old face too much. At least you can't lose the face of our Ling family. Don't lose too much. He knows his son so well that he doesn't care much about everything and always looks indifferent.

"I know, Dad, you don't have to worry about it." He got up and was about to go out, but he saw Hong Zijian coming in.

As soon as Hong Zijian entered the room, he saw that the three of them were a little surprised: " Uncle Ling, Tianyi, are you all here? Is it unfortunate that I'm here for you to discuss the matter?

"It's okay. That's all. Let's talk." Tianyi said and went out.

When Ling Qingyun went out, he turned around and said, "Zi Jian, you should persuade your brother. It's time to find a daughter-in-law when you are not young."

"Good uncle"

"Let's go! Come with me to Taihu Lake." Tianhong came to the stable with Zijian and took out two good horses.

"What are you going to Taihu Lake for?" Zijian didn't understand that he would go to the Fairy Temple together today. Why did he suddenly go to Taihu Lake?

"Mighting for marriage"

"Wu-Marty to recruit relatives? Interesting... It's not your father who forced you to go." Zi Jian laughed loudly.

"Who else can there be if it's not him?" Tianhong turned over the horse unhappily.

"Whose lady?" Zi Jian also turned over the horse.

"Lu Mengshan, the second lady of Lu Yuanwai."

Two fast horses were running fast in the direction of Taihu Lake on the official road.

Today is the day when Miss Lu's second daughter competes for marriage. Many people from all over the world have gathered in the town. First, it is to witness the true face of the second lady who is rumored to be like a fairy. Second, some vendors take this opportunity to buy and sell more things; and some are invited to participate in the martial arts competition.

Tianhong and Zijian came to a teahouse on the edge of the martial arts arena early in the morning, chose the best position to compare the martial arts field at a glance, and called the good Biluochun on the pot and a few plates of small dots to sit and slowly taste it.

The martial arts arena is really lively with gongs and drums, a sea of people, as noisy as a pot of boiling water. It was not until near noon that Lu Mengshan, accompanied by her father Lu Dafu, appeared in the eyes of everyone like a lotus flower.

The crowd was in an uproar, and all kinds of praise floated into Lu Mengshan's ears. She was already used to this kind of praise. Out of politeness, she smiled at the crowd below and immediately fascinated the admirers.

"Wow... Beauty! It's so beautiful..." Hong Zijian's eyes were straight, and his saliva was about to drip out.

"Is it a little promising? You must look like a nymphomaniac." Tianhong drank tea and looked at Lu Mengshan sitting on the high platform below. A long purple skirt was embroidered with a little pattern, with a hairpin on his temples, bent eyebrows, big eyes, and exquisite and plump lips; his refined face has always been with a shallow smile.

Lu Mengshan is indeed very beautiful, but in his eyes, it is just a beautiful vase; he has seen countless beautiful women, and what he wants is a feeling that can touch his heart, not just the short beauty in his eyes.

Lu Mengshan gave him the feeling that it was quiet and boring, dignified and people did not dare to approach. There was the gentleness of everyone's boudoir in every move. This type is not the woman he likes; what he likes is a woman who is as quiet as water, moving like a rabbit, can dance with her with knives and swords, and can live with him to break into the world; But this kind of woman is really hard to find.

"Tianhong, why don't you like such a fairy in the world?" Zi Jian lay on the window lattice and looked back at Tianhong.

"Each has its own good. You like to go." Tianhong didn't look back to taste the tea.

"I would like to go, but it's a pity that they didn't invite me. How can I be qualified to go on stage without a post?" Hong Zijian sighed regretfully, "I can only watch such a beautiful woman, but it's a pity that some people don't know happiness in happiness."

"Why does this make me feel so sour?" Tianhong turned his head and squinted at Hong Zijian.

"It was" Zijian left the window lattice and sat back opposite Tianhong.

"Do you really want to go? That brother, I will fulfill your wish today. Tianhong took out the invitation from his arms and threw it to Hong Zijian: "Take it, and you can go to the stage to compete. Whether you succeed or not depends on your ability."

Zijian rudely picked up the worship post: "I'm going, so how can you explain to your father when you go back?"

"You don't have to worry about this. You'd better get the beauty back, even if you do your best." Tianhong has become his brother, and he doesn't have to kill two birds with one stone.

Zijian jumped down from the window with a worship post and fell on the martial arts stage; this handsome landing immediately won the beauty's eyes.

Although Hong Zijian is not as handsome as Ling Tianhong, he is also a talented person.

Today, he is dressed in a purple robe, with his black hair hanging back in the lower half, and the top of the comb is tied with a cyan ribbon. His fortitude is as handsome as carved, and there is a dazzling smile on his face.

Hong Zijian presented a worship post and reported to his family with his fists in his hands: "Xiaosheng is Hong Zijian, the eldest son of Hong Yaotian in Yupo Town." After reporting the door, he walked aside and waited for the martial arts competition.

Lu Dafu turned his head and told his daughter gently, "I don't seem to have written a greeting to Hong. Did I forget it? However, Mr. Hong is also a talented person with an extraordinary appearance. Let's take a look for the time being.

"Dad is good-to-be, but I don't know how martial arts are." Lu Mengshan smiled and whispered but looked at Hong Zijian.

"It's just that the second son of the Ling family didn't see him come!" Lu Dafu looked a little disappointed.

"Dad, I think Mr. Ling has no intention of his daughter!" Lu Mengshan thought of his attitude when she saw Mr. Ling last time, which was not as enthusiastic as others. It was just cold and sad.

"Who doesn't like my daughter who is so excellent? You may not have arrived yet if you are too careful."

"Dad, let nature take its course. My daughter doesn't force it. Mr. Ling is certainly good, but I always feel that he has the arrogance of not being approached." Lu Mengshan didn't want to marry a man who was not enthusiastic about her. Even if he looked like Pan Anruo had no intention of her, she did not force her.

"Well, all the daughters decide by themselves, so as not to blame their father in the future." Lu Dafu looked at the competition below. He didn't know which round it was, and there were few people left.

After more than half of the martial arts competition, Lu Dafu was not very satisfied. Ling Tianhong, his ideal candidate, still did not appear. He couldn't help scolding: Ling Qingyun, how did you promise me, an old man? By this time, your son had not appeared.

It's Hong Zijian's turn to fight against Xiao Zhengting.

The two held each other's fists and started a round of competition. The two made them both swords. Xiao Zhengting was relatively thin and long, and his light blue robe was painted with several bamboos. He launched a continuous attack on the Hongzi sword, and the shadow of the sword in his hand flew over. Hong Zijian was not willing to show weakness. One move after another, he saw the people below shouting wonderfully.

After a martial arts competition, only the last few pairs are a little interesting, especially the duel between Xiao Zhengting and Hong Zijian.