Chapter 21: A Sword

Hu Yongsheng grinned embarrassedly, touched the little official's sword, and fiddled with the sword in his palm while nodding.

"Good sword, good sword."

I don't understand, but we can pretend to understand. Hu Yongsheng danced casually twice, saying that it was a sword dance, but in fact, it was a random turn twice, and then the sword was returned to the little official respectfully.

The little official glanced at Hu Yongsheng with a confused expression, and inserted his sword back into his waist.

The distance between the stage of the competition and the fence of the audience area is very close, and Hu Yongsheng can vaguely hear the voices of the audience, although he can't hear all of them, he can know a rough idea.

Xiao Liuzi shouted hard at the gambling table, "If you have a lot of servants, buy one and lose two, and press Huo Guang, buy one and lose five." Come on, come on. Place your bets quickly. There are many servants, there are many servants, you are also a servant, so good, bet on leaving! ”

Hu Yongsheng's heart shrank, numb, no one buys it if the odds are so high, how can I say that my brother is also brave and martial, dignified, big enough to be an uncle, there must be one or two fan sisters.

The small low table was surrounded by water, and the silver on the name of the servant was piled up into a small mountain, but the other side was empty.

"I'll press Huo Guang." A soft and gentle voice fluttered in the breeze and reached everyone's ears.

It was originally noisy at the gaming table, but in an instant Ya Que was silent, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound, looking at her as fast as a monster.

"Satsuki, you're crazy." Mother Liu grabbed Xiaoyue's hand, "We bet wrong, it's not Huo Guang, it's Fuduo." ”

"That's right, I think Huo Guang can win." Satsuki's voice was small, but her tone was firm.

"The bet is set to leave the hand, and it cannot be changed."

Before Liu's mother's outstretched hand could touch the silver tael, Xiao Liu's small bamboo pole had already drawn the silver tael to Huo Guangming.

Mother Liu glanced at Xiaoyue angrily, "Dead girl, see how I clean you up when I go back." ”

Xiao Yue ignored Liu's mother, and just hooked the corners of her mouth slightly.

"The match is about to begin, and the swords worn by both sides need to be checked to avoid hidden weapons."

Inspection?

Hu Yongsheng gasped and touched a handful of cucumbers, "Can you not check, I will use my personality to vouch, my sword, absolutely no problem." ”

"Nope."

The servant is an ordinary sword, and after the inspection was completed quickly, the little official walked in front of Hu Yongsheng again.

Hu Yongsheng lowered his voice and whispered to the little official, "Dude, sell favors, do you see, the one sitting in the middle is my brother, we won't check it this time, okay?" ”

"Nope."

Hu Yongsheng coughed lightly twice and cleared his throat, "Brother, otherwise, if you take a sneak peek alone, we won't let the leaders above see it, what's the matter?" ”

"Nope."

The little official has long felt that Hu Yongsheng is weird, just now he borrowed the sword from himself, played with it, and returned it to himself, and now he is trying his best not to prevent the inspection of the sword, no problem is strange.

This doesn't work, that doesn't work, I have to force my brother to take out the cucumber, Hu Yongsheng gritted his back molars, put his heart sideways, forget it and die.

He reached into his arms with one hand, took the cucumber to his mouth and kissed it with lightning speed.

The little official intuitively felt a silver light in front of him, the light was too dazzling, and he couldn't help but raise his arm, cover it with his sleeve, and drop his arm again, and a cold light, a sword as tough as autumn frost came into view.

It was the first time he had seen such a fine sword, and he wanted to take a closer look.

"Brother, it's time for the game to begin." Of course, Hu Yongsheng was in a hurry, and in only three minutes, his sword turned into a cucumber.

The little official reluctantly let go of the Ancient Excalibur and took a step back, "The game has officially begun." ”

"Wang Er, why did I look at the sword that Huo Guang kid took out just now, it doesn't seem to be this sword?"

Wang Er wiped his nose and wrinkled his eyebrows, "I don't think so, it seems to be a green stick." ”

"Ordinary people, what a green stick, that is a sword, and it is an ancient sword, it was used by Emperor Shun back then, it collects the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and today this kid will win." The old man's silver-haired and white-bearded man was over the age of old, but his eyes were deep, looking at Hu Yongsheng's direction.

Before the words fell, the person had disappeared without a trace.

"Butcher, did you hear someone talking next to me just now? It seems to say something about the ancient sword. ”

"No, there has always been a horse next to you, Wang Er, you have hit the evil spirit."

Wang Er took a sip, "Shut your crow's mouth." ”

Although the cucumber also changed his body the day before, but he didn't have time to use it, this guy leaked, and this time was his first sword dance.

It is said that it is a sword dance is actually more like a sword dominating him, after the transformation of the ancient divine sword, his hand was absorbed by an invisible force, and the movements under his feet and the moves in his hands were completely controlled by the sword.

"Huo Guang, this kid is thin and small, and he is quite flexible, looking at that move, he has at least seven or eight years of skills."

"It's not bad to have a lot of servants, he is the righteous son of Taishou, I heard that when he was adopted by the prince at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he had already practiced martial arts. That Huo Guang is at most small and flexible, and he can't win many servants. ”

Hu Yongsheng was anxious, although he now had a slight upper hand, but his baby was not a long-lasting product, and it would not be long before it was revealed. Even if he has the opportunity three times a day, he can kiss it again, but it is impossible for no one to see the cucumber in the middle, and when the time comes, he will be suspicious, how can he explain it.

It was approaching evening, the remnant sun was like blood, and the stage was red, Hu Yongsheng's wrist flipped, the cold sword reflected the rainbow, and the sword body just passed through the side of the servant's neck, and a wisp of black silk fell.

Fu Duo dodged with his neck side, Hu Yongsheng drew his sword, and the blade touched the black silk again, and the black silk slowly broke into two.

Hu Yongsheng knew that as long as he followed the rhythm of the sword, he could subdue the servants with one more move, and since the point was up, as long as he subdued, he would win.

However, the sky is not up to people.

Hu Yongsheng turned around perfectly, dodged Fuduo's attack, and with a wave of his long arm, the blade of the sword approached Fuduo's neck.

In order to increase morale during the fight, he would occasionally use the nunchuck, humming and shouting, and the servant turned his face slightly, and roared angrily, the sword that should have fallen on his neck just fell in front of him.

Wo Rough –

After living for more than 20 years, Hu Yongsheng feels that the most embarrassing thing in his life is not being discovered by her boyfriend when he is flirting with his sister, not being rejected for confessing and being ugly, not snatching dog food from Erha.

But he was obviously a few seconds away from winning, and he could get everyone's envious eyes, applause, flowers, and Xiaoyue's soft hugs, and then hid the little cucumber in his hand in a chic way, and people didn't know it.

All of the above is his YY......

Hu Yongsheng perfectly dodged Fuduo's attack, and then waved his long arm, originally wanting to force the sword on Fuduo's neck, but Fuduo dodged sideways and shouted.

The sword flashed with silver light, and Hu Yongsheng didn't have time to withdraw his arm, just stuffing the "sword" into the mouth of the servant.