The night had fallen silently, and the gladiatorial arena seemed to be infected, and it suddenly fell silent. Sun Yutang looked at the field and felt a dizzying light. In the mouth of the copper beast that had previously spit out the incense mist, dozens of rays of light struck the center vertically and horizontally, and the situation had changed significantly.

On the iron sword in the hand of a warrior wearing a square scarf, the red blood was dripping and rolling down, and the flash of the sword was reflected on the face of another bronze warrior who was hunched on the sword, so white that there was no blood. The swordsmanship of the Turban Samurai is obviously in the style of a pirate, but the sword he uses is different from that of the pirates who ran to the Shanhaiguan area on land not long ago. Although they also made a living at sea, pirates rarely used the old iron sword, which was scarce and flexible, but instead used a narrow, scimitar. Looking at the appearance and expression of the scarf warrior, it should be a noble side branch of the declining ethnic minorities in Western Xinjiang, and it is not surprising that he is familiar with the weapons used by the Central Plains people. But he was once one of the Muslim archers, and he should definitely specialize in archery and scimitars. Looking at his slightly thin arms, it was simply difficult to wield such a heavy sword. The wrong choice of weapons has created a current disadvantage.

Sun Yutang saw the scars on the body of his opponent, a samurai wearing an ancient fish-scale bronze armor, and his weapon was also a heavy iron sword, heavier than his opponent's, but what puzzled Sun Yutang was that he didn't seem to lose too much blood except for a slightly slower recovery. Could it be that there is some secret method for healing? Sun Yutang didn't know what to think, and suddenly a cloud of white mist hit the body of the bronze warrior, ordinary people couldn't see it, but Sun Yutang, who had superb eyes, vaguely saw that the blood under his skin was accelerating and coagulating in the white mist. A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind. I see. No wonder I couldn't tell the way when I first walked through the dark passage.

The secret must be the white mist that spits out of the mouth of the bronze beast. This fog is supposed to be produced by some kind of drug. In the dark tunnels. It was the mental interference caused by this fog that made him feel inexplicably depressed with a strong sense of direction, so behind this fog, someone must be watching him, no wonder he felt that there was a gaze like a thorn in his back. I originally thought that this method was just to meet the needs of the arena, and it was conceived for the busy businessmen during the day, and the competition was held at night, but now it seems. It turned out that someone secretly assisted the contestants, extended the game time, and created more possibilities to cast. Who will benefit the most? Of course, it is the dealer who presses the plate, and the nobleman is very rich. Thinking of this, Sun Yutang quietly glanced at the figure behind the light veil, to his surprise, he seemed to know what he was thinking, and Prince Jing's gaze also turned to him at this time.

The soft look could not hide the sharp edge in his eyes, and that glance seemed to be deep in Sun Yutang's heart. He feigned a glance at the painting hanging on the wall. Hurriedly looked away, after scanning the painting twice. Returning to the gladiatorial arena, his heart jumped suddenly.

Prince Jing is more unpredictable and profound than he imagined, Sun Yutang made a new assessment of this prince in his heart, this assessment made him see his current situation more clearly, but he also felt inferior. The only thing that can reduce this inferiority complex is that he has seen the subtlety of the duel in the field, and the injured bronze warrior is not vulnerable, and he hides the means to win.

This bronze warrior is supposed to be from an ethnic minority outside the Guan, most likely from the Di people, who are good at archery, and in addition to having excellent archery skills, they also hide a mysterious weapon, an iron short fork tied between their arms. Three slightly arcing, water-sharp blades, with no barbs or blood grooves, can make the opponent lose their life before they tremble. Although hidden within his sleeve, Sun Yutang was almost certain that the bronze warrior had such a weapon on his right hand. The choice of the iron sword is nothing more than paralyzing the opponent, and in the event of a fleeting moment, the sharp blade will mercilessly cut through the opponent's carotid artery.

Sun Yutang knew that the three-pointed blade was by chance, listening to the old man in the dart game. But since he knew everything, how could he guarantee that the scarf warrior didn't know? Although he was cleverly disguised, there was still a hint of excitement on the smiling face of the scarf warrior, yes, he must have known. Otherwise, with the level of the finalists, they would not have shown such obvious pride at critical moments. Although it is not clear what the Turban Samurai's next move will be, Sun Yutang already has a bottom in his heart that victory will belong to the Turban Samurai. Once he discovered this, his gaze wandered beyond his own notice, and his mind fell more on the unknown purpose of the trip.

The status of the dart bureau in the Daqian Empire is not low, in the troubled times, thieves went crazy, for the safety of goods, the Fusha cities around the city opened a dart bureau, which is different from the orthodox army, and different from the mercenary army. They only obey the orders of the master of the dart board guild, but they do not travel all over the world. It is only in the transportation of a large number of commercial goods, acting as an escort. After the Longhair Rebellion and the Rebellion were put down, the power of the dart bureau did not disappear completely, their leaders bribed the important ministers of the court, and the imperial court was not strong enough to send troops to protect the merchants, coupled with the occasional looting, so that such a strange armed force survived, and continued, and gradually developed into a sharp knife for some people to act in secret. In its heyday, there were 30,000 registered dart masters in various places.

But in the era of Prince Jing's rule, the number of dart masters has doubled, and the total number of dart masters in the country will not add up to 5,000 now. Through various means, the party factions in various localities have recruited a large number of capable people and different people, rectified rules and discipline, and their strength has increased instead of decreasing. As a small leader of the Beijing Friends Dart Bureau, Sun Yutang's annual income can support ten ordinary families.

However, in the strict organizational system of the party, he was just a small leader, and he never imagined that he would meet Prince Jing one day. Sun Yutang looked at the businessmen and nobles in the gladiatorial arena, and couldn't guess what this prince really thought.

"Does Yutang have insight into the situation in the field?"

The cold breeze carries the fragrance of flowers, and the soft light veil in front of the bed spreads, floating faintly in the gradually dim stone room. Prince Jing's soft inquiry made Sun Yutang feel a little fever on his face. In his hometown, a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old has already crossed the battlefield with swords and horses. As an experienced dart game leader, it is the first time that someone has called himself so. He smiled a little embarrassedly, "Don't say that, Lord Wang." The subordinates have a rough eye. How can you see the changes in the field? ”

"Humility is a virtue. But going too far doesn't make people feel good. The eyes of the white veil queen glanced at the solemn young man. There was encouragement in his eyes.

Sun Yutang's face burned even redder, he lowered his head slightly, covered his face through the night, and said, "My subordinates think that this battle should be a bigger win for the Turban Warriors." The tone was humble, and in front of his subordinate friends, Sun Yutang would not hesitate to point out that the scarf warriors would win, but now he was much more cautious.

"Is it because the bronze warriors don't have their weapons in hand?"

"The Bronze Samurai is cleverly hidden. But the scarf warrior had already seen his hidden killing move, and he was still acting so big, he should be prepared. Sun Yutang took advantage of the situation and shook out the results of his careful speculation, and couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the opposite side. There was no movement in the elegant room, Luo Shuangying was still staring at his feet, and the stranger, who was about thirty years old, glanced back at Sun Yutang.

The imaginary thumbs up didn't show up, and the room fell silent. With the sound of weapons colliding in the gladiatorial arena, the crowd that had been silent before seemed to have gathered strength and suddenly found a flashpoint, and the sound of mountains and tsunamis shook the floor with a buzzing sound. Sword fight after the respite of the bronze samurai. Started all over again.

With the cool fragrance in the room, a small cricket jumped into the room. I can't see a person stopping on the floor like a person, folding up his wings and perching on it. Sun Yutang couldn't figure out what his master meant, so his head was kept slightly lowered, and his gaze just stopped on the small limbs of the little cricket. People often ignore the moving scenes around them and get caught up in too many trivial matters. Once you calm down and wander through the mountains and streams, you are always shocked by the beauty of nature. At such an extremely inappropriate moment, Sun Yutang suddenly liked the little insect in front of him from the bottom of his heart, at least it could do whatever it wanted, and it didn't have to endure this difficult wait. Although he had forgotten that there should never be such a bug on a winter night.

The wait did not continue, a spotless black fast boot stepped lightly on the little cricket's body, and rubbed it side-and-side carelessly. Sun Yutang felt his heart shrink violently, as if he was being held tightly by a huge palm. He suddenly raised his head and saw Luo Shuangying's eyes as cold as a blade, and the light lines at the corners of his eyes were faintly contemptuous.

"Yutang is from the Central Plains, right?" Prince Jing's voice sounded abruptly, and he pressed it on the giant hand that held his heart a moment before Sun Yutang could speak.

"If you go back to the prince, your subordinates are from Shunping County." Sun Yutang's voice was a little unnaturally low.

"Okay, good, I like the good men of the Central Plains, refreshing."

Prince Jing's words were full of sincerity from the heart, which made Sun Yutang deny what he thought in his heart, the prince didn't see the scene just now, he was speculating with the heart of a villain.

"The prince has an overreputation, and his subordinates are just an unsuccessful last stream."

There was a pleasant laugh from behind the veil. After a while, Fang said: "Drinking the strongest wine and riding the fiercest horse is what the big husband does." ”

Yes, to be a man is to be a hero who stands up to the sky, riding a fast horse and wielding a strong bow. Sun Yutang couldn't help but feel ridiculous at the naivety he had just shown, and he nodded vigorously in agreement with Prince Jing.

"Yutang can know this Qi Buchen on your right hand."

Oh, it turns out that his name is Qi Buchen, which is a Bo name. Sun Yutang looked at the seemingly ordinary stranger, he thought carefully for a moment, but his impression of the name and the person it represented was very vague. But to be able to be so leisurely in Prince Jing's room will never be an ordinary person. Sun Yutang looked at the man, and Qi Buchen was looking at him with a smile.

"He's also one of your fellow believers, a good friend of mine."

People who can be called good friends by Prince Jing can be counted with their fingers when they look at the capital. Sun Yutang humbly hugged his fists and said, "Please give me more advice, Mr. Qi." ”

Qi Buchen seemed to be used to touching his chin, and when his fingers brushed the blue stubble, he was like an uncle next door.

"Master Sun is too polite, I can't talk about advice, exchange and exchange."

"Master Sun, can you tell us your opinion in detail, and Qi will make a reference." Qi Buchen looked at Sun Yutang and said.

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