If the recommendation and collection are great, Azhai will vomit blood for the second time today, and this is the second update...

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"Cough cough--" Chang Jingfan, who was standing by, coughed dissatisfied, interrupting Chang Jingwang's words and not allowing him to continue. He also gave Chang Jingwang a fierce look, and said in his heart: Zheng Biao is his own brother at least, and he criticized him at his own home, and he can't throw him away even if he is embarrassed. When his fellow disciples asked about this, Chang Jingfan didn't want to say much. Unexpectedly, Chang Jingwang's idiot was added to the fire. It's not enough to embarrass him. You are still adding fuel to the fire. Is it not enough for him to be embarrassed? Is it not embarrassing that Zheng Biao is embarrassed? Will you not embarrass him? Looking back, this matter spreads in Changkong Zhaojianmen, saying that Chang Jingfan's cousin was seriously injured by a child who was under ten years old and did not learn martial arts. Do you think others would make fun of others? Isn't it that embarrassing? I really don't understand why there are idiots like Chang Jingwang and wasteful things like Zheng Biao at home.

"It's enough to say this. It's rare for me to come out for a while. I'd better bother to come with me? If there is something to do, it's OK to go back to the master's sect first. After this, I will definitely thank you very much."

"Oh - what did Senior Brother Chang say? When I came out, I was led by Senior Brother Chang. How could I return to the master's sect without waiting for Senior Brother Chang?"

"That's right, Brother Chang, it's not easy for me to come out once. I just took this opportunity to see the scenery and humanity of Qingyang Town, and stood up for my little cousin, and also showed my unique skills in Zhaojianmen in the remote areas--"

"Yes, yes-"

“Just as it means—”

...

Chang Jingfan smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I will thank all my junior brothers for my cousin first."

"I wonder when we will set off?" A disciple of Changkong Zhaojianmen turned around and asked Zheng Biao who was hiding aside and silently.

When Zheng Biao saw that someone finally asked, he hurriedly asked, "It's better to choose a day than to meet the day, and it's better to be tomorrow?" He was afraid that the night would be long and the dreams would be long, so he decided to make tomorrow. He could not only complete his plan as soon as possible, but also send these men away as soon as possible.

Everyone looked at Chang Jingfan and waited for the leader's opinion.

"Let's go—" A sudden shout shocked everyone. One person came out from the crowd and said proudly: "Since you are willing to help your cousin find this scene, we should find a thorough one at a time..."

Everyone looked back and saw Chang Jingwang.

"Junior Brother Xiao Chang, how can you do a thorough approach?" someone asked.

"This time we go, we must not only slap them in the face, but also slap them the majesty of our Changkong Zhaojianmen, so that our martial arts colleagues can know the reputation of several senior brothers?"

"I wonder what junior brother Xiao Chang's plan is? How do you make the name of us?"

"My senior brothers, I have already found out. Three days later, February 15th. At this time of each month, Qingyun Temple has a very famous temple fair. We just took advantage of this time to humiliate them. At the same time, we raised the banner of righteousness and posted heroic posts to gather all the people in the martial arts world on the nearby ground, whether they are famous or not, whether they are powerful or not... They are all gathered together. In front of these martial arts fellows, they trampled the sign of Qingyun Temple under their feet. I think they are still arrogant or not. In this way, not only will I increase my face in Changkong Zhaojianmen, but I will also show the skills of several senior brothers, make their reputations, make their senior brothers famous in battle, and also let the martial arts fellows know the great reputation of my Changkong Zhaojianmen--"

"Well said--" Chang Jingwang's suggestion immediately received support from many fellow students.

Chang Jingfan looked at the brother of the same clan with a little bored, and he had always despised his character. However, the method he proposed was not harmful to him. On the contrary, it was very beneficial to him for making a name in the martial arts world. He might even be immediately taken to the elder in the sect to the wall. Although he was a little disgusted in his heart, he also allowed the brother of the same clan to let go. At the same time, he believed that although this brother of the same clan was annoying, he would never dare to do things that would insult the master's sect or embarrass him.

"That's good, let's leave this matter to you. When we are ready, we will set off when we remember, don't make any actions that insult the master."

"Don't worry, brother, I'm sure I don't dare to act rashly in this matter..."

"It's so good - let's rest here for now, brothers and sisters. Qingyun Temple, hum, a small sect that is not as good as the class. I'll ask you brothers and sisters to come with me this time."

"Okay--" Everyone agreed.

Zheng Biao, who was standing beside him, looked like a servant nodding and bowing, but he was extremely excited. Come on, bastards, fight hard. This time, no matter who you loses and who wins, I am so cruel that Master Zheng San-

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February 15th is the day of the Qingyun Temple Fair again.

On this day, the sky is particularly beautiful, and the sky is high and the clouds are light, which is one of the few cool days in Yunzhou.

Qingyang Town is small. Although there are specially divided markets in the town, it is limited in scale and is all regular shops, and there are no places for rural people to set up stalls to exchange goods. This temple fair in Qingyun Temple has made these farmers in 100 miles apart and become a gathering place where people have to buy daily necessities once a month. This has attracted a large number of vendors to gather here. Over the years, the temple fair has become quite large. From the 1,800-meter distance in front of Qingyun Temple to Qingsongpo, it is crowded with people and is very lively.

There are mules and horse markets that trade big livestock, mountain people who sell mountain products and local specialties, hunters who sell furs and prey, clothes, shoes, socks, bedding, pots and pans, and villagers who support tents, sell steaming tea soup, rice noodles and other snacks...

There are several stalls near the Qingyunguan Temple gate, some of which are written on behalf of others, and some are fortune tellers...

At this time, it was the most lively place, with a crowd of people surrounding a circle. Looking inside, it turned out that this was a sporting show. This was a very rare scene at the Qingyun Temple Fair.

Qingyun Temple is the busiest day. Except for a few Taoist children on duty, all other disciples and disciples were allowed to take a day off. The way of civil and military affairs is to relax and relax...

The three generations of disciples of Qingyun Temple finally had the time to have fun, and they all flocked out to the viewing gate and wandered around the market. It happened that a rare acrobatic performance came in front of the temple gate. For a moment, a small piece of Taoist priests in blue robes came out of the crowd. They were all teenagers, laughing and jokingly watching the excitement.

Qingyang Town is located in a remote location, and few people who are good at playing tricks will come here to earn that little silver. I don’t know where this family came from. A couple brought three children. The older one was a 16- or 7-year-old boy, a 12- or 3-year-old girl, and a 4- or 5-year-old boy, a black and thin boy.

On the ground several meters in size, nine wooden stakes more than a half-person tall and thick, and a large banner four or five meters high stood in the center of the venue. The black and red-faced, gilded characters "Martial Arts Qiankun" were hung on the edge of the banner. Eighteen copper bells were hung in the wind, and the clanging sounded.

Under the banner was a man in his forties. He had a loyal face, short beard under his jaw, but his tendons and flesh protruded out like a dragon, and his limbs were strong and powerful. Just this look was so burly.

Looking at the woman, she is over thirty years old and has not outstanding appearance, but she has a gentle figure. She obviously has practiced soft skills.

The sixteen-year-old boy, who was ordinary in appearance and strong in shape, had a bit of a father's style. He was preparing various instruments on the side, weighing this one, waving that one, and carefully checking the equipment that was about to be on stage. A four- or five-year-old boy sat on the box next to him, looking around, his eyes rolling up and down to the food in the hands of the crowd around him, and his thumb sucked.

There were more than a hundred people around, forming a circle of six or seven feet in size. These people were all on the sidelines, so I won’t say it for the time being.

At this time, the twelve-three-year-old girl was practicing double swords in the venue, wearing a small red brocade jacket, and two big braids floated back and forth with the movements. "Swish Swish Swish Swish", the sword light flashed and jumped, and she practiced quite well, attracting cheers from the audience around her.
Chapter completed!