"Have you heard? There is a slave named Ye Gucheng in the Xijing Hou Mansion, this person is terrible, and he played a song in the West Building, which is famous as the 'Full Moon West Building'. ”

"Yes, I heard that Master Bu has been walking extremely diligently to the Western Realm Hou Mansion these days, and it is said that he is asking Ye Gucheng how to play the music of the 'Full Moon West Building'. ”

"What is this, I've heard that Ye Gucheng is not only good at the piano, but also unparalleled in the world in poetry and pairs. ”

"Hey! Such a brilliant and talented man is actually a slave! It's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Brother Zhao's words are wrong, talent has nothing to do with identity, not the master has said it, and those who have learned no succession are teachers. ”

"Brother Zhang's words are true, if he has the opportunity, he would like to learn poetry with Ye Gucheng. ”

Gao Zizhong listened to Ye Gucheng, the focus of the discussion of the scribes in the teahouse, and his heart was furious, in the past, these honors belonged to himself, and now, he rarely heard anyone mention himself!

Ye Gucheng, let you be proud for a while, I'll see how you die later.

When Gao Zizhong thought of that damn slave, his expression was full of gloom.

Of course, for the legendary story of Ye Gucheng, in addition to the boiling news outside the mansion, everyone in the mansion knows about it, especially the frequent visits of the master of Buion, which makes Li Bufan feel extra face-saving, and treats Ye Gucheng a lot better.

As for the slaves in the mansion, they regard Ye Gucheng as an idol, and Ye Gucheng is bold and responsive, which has won their hearts, as if they regard the other party as the backbone.

The slave selection competition is about to start, Ye Gucheng's next days, almost all of them are spent on training, in order to strengthen his physique, he began to exercise with weights, no matter what he does, he is carrying a heavy sand coat, and the weight increases with adaptation.

The slaves looked at Ye Gucheng's training method, and they were all amazed, and for a while, they all followed suit.

Li Yueli knew that Ye Gucheng was dealing with the next game, so in order to give the opponent more time to strengthen training, she chose to live in seclusion.

Unconsciously, a month has passed, and the slave selection competition has officially kicked off.

Shangdu is even more because of the annual slave selection tournament with a large number of guests, and the wine shop is full.

As a rule, for all grand ceremonies, the priests sent by the temple must pray for blessings.

For a time, the audience knelt down.

Ye Gucheng finally met the legendary temple personnel, it was a nondescript god stick in disguise, at least, this was his definition!

However, the appearance is extremely luxurious.

Hundreds of guards dressed in golden armor and wearing beast-shaped masks slowly opened the way.

"This is the green-robed bishop Zhang Qi's divine envoy, and the guards escorted are the exclusive legion of the temple, and it is also the strongest legion in the Western Regions, the Golden Regiment. Li Yueli saw Ye Gucheng's doubts and explained in a whisper.

Ye Gucheng noticed that the man was wearing a green robe, and he also had some understanding of the temple personnel, divided by rank, respectively, the sect leader, the high priest, and the bishop, among them, the bishop was divided into five grades: red, yellow, blue, green, and white, and the highest level was naturally the red-robed bishop, and the temple personnel were independent of the royal power and above the world.

Li Bufan stepped forward quickly, and bowed to the ground.

When Ye Gucheng saw this scene, he felt an indescribable weirdness.

The green-robed bishop stepped forward, stared coldly at the ruler of the Western Realm who was bowing at his feet, chanting what he was blessing, and then, with a raised hand, he said in a deep voice: "After the salute, all beings rise!"

Li Bufan hurriedly got up and respectfully stepped aside to wait.

At the same time, Ye Gucheng, under the prompting of Li Yueli, got up with everyone in the audience.

"Servant of God. ”

As the clergy finished speaking, several golden regiments pushed a wooden square wooden platform to the middle of the square, about a meter high, covered with dry firewood and grass, and in the center there was a wooden staircase to reach the platform, which had four wooden stakes at the four corners, and in the middle was a circular platform, on each of which was a slave tied to each of them, and these slaves looked extremely excited, as if they had been in the highest glory.

Ye Gucheng could roughly guess the fate of these people, but it was precisely because of this that he couldn't figure it out.

Li Yueli continued to explain in a whisper: "They are servants who are willing to sacrifice to God, and only slaves with pure souls have this honor. ”

Ye Gucheng smiled coldly and said indifferently: "What kind of slave can be regarded as pure soul?"

Li Yueli didn't hear the sarcasm in Ye Gucheng's tone, and said slowly: "Whether the soul is pure or not, we mortals can't see it, only the bishop can identify it." ”

In this way, who lives and who dies depends on the words of these gods!

For the first time, Ye Gucheng strongly resented these so-called clergy.

"Dedication to the Holy Maiden!"

A girl slowly came out of the crowd with the words of the clergy.

The girl was very young, about 10 years old, and walked to the wooden platform with a reverent face.

Wherever the girl passed, both members of the Golden Regiment and ordinary people knelt down.

"Get down on your knees. Li Yueli saw Ye Gucheng standing still, and hurriedly pulled the other party's trouser legs.

Ye Gucheng came back to his senses and knelt silently, however, his eyes were always fixed on the girl.

The girl walked slowly, stepped onto the wooden platform, and sat lightly on the central platform.

Seeing that everything was ready, the clergyman said in a deep voice, "Please Shenhuo." ”

Four members of the Golden Regiment lit the four corners with torches, and the fire quickly ignited.

The slaves on the stake began to scream in pain and heartbreaking.

Faced with this scene, the clergy raised their hands, looked up at the heavens, and shouted: "O great gods, the messengers who walk in the mortal world at your command offer you the purest souls, please cast away the dirt from them, and let these lowly souls become servants of service!"

"God is merciful, bless me in the Western Regions!"

The audience prayed sincerely.

Ye Gucheng's hand was clenched very tightly, his slightly drooping eyes were full of anger, he wanted to stand up and tell everyone loudly that there was no god in this world, and even if there were, he would not accept such a sacrifice.

But he knew better that if he really did this, he would be killed immediately, and even Li Yueli couldn't save him, so he could only endure it and wait until one day he was strong enough.

This so-called pre-game sacrifice took more than two hours, and it also allowed Ye Gucheng to witness the more feudal and cruel side of this era.

Li Yueli didn't know why Ye Gucheng was depressed, even if she returned to the mansion, she locked herself in the room, thinking about it, just because she felt pressure from tomorrow's competition, but she didn't bother much.

The next day, the Slave Selection Contest officially began.

Due to the large number of participating slaves, the organizers could not conduct one-on-one selection, so several rings were opened at the same time, and in order to ensure fairness and justice, the contestants also used a lottery system, and of course, for gamblers, it was also an opportunity to make a fortune and bet on their favorite objects.

Ye Gucheng finally met the other children of Xibohou, but to his surprise, the women from the two concubines were obviously much older than Li Yueli, and the mansion called Li Yueli the eldest lady, which was obviously related to identity.

As for the only male in the Marquis Mansion of the Western Realm, he was a 13-year-old boy, and because of this grand ceremony, he specially allowed the other party to return from the academy to watch the battle.

Li Yueli is obviously kinder to her younger brother than her sister, holding hands and looking around, talking and laughing.

"Yueli. ”

Li Yueli listened to the call behind her, stopped her steps and turned back.

I saw Gao Zizhong trotting over excitedly. "I've finally found you!

Out of politeness, Li Yueli saluted slightly: "Master Gao." ”

Gao Zizhong obviously noticed Li Yueli's estrangement, his eyes quickly flashed a trace of anger, and his eyes looking at Ye Gucheng were even more unkind, he coughed lightly, and pretended to be indifferent: "I don't know what number of Yueli's slaves are smoking?"

Li Yueli noticed Gao Zizhong's slave, a very strong man, I don't know why, she always felt that this person was not like a slave, even if she stood silently, exuding a unique aura of slaughter, she couldn't help but feel uneasy in her heart. "Platform Five, I don't know what platform Gao Gongzi is?"

Gao Zizhong smiled indifferently and replied, "No. 1 station." ”

Li Yueli breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and then said casually: "Gao Gongzi, this slave looks very imposing, I don't know where he came from?"

Gao Zizhong smiled mysteriously and said slowly: "This person's name is Gao Long, and he is a slave placed by my father for me, and I don't know the details. ”

Hearing this, Li Yueli's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she couldn't help but glance at Gao Long, who was expressionless.

The two people in the conversation didn't know that during their conversation, Ye Gucheng and Gao Long had already looked at each other.

This man must be a fierce enemy!

This is Ye Gucheng's evaluation of his future opponent.

The competition has officially begun.

In several wooden square arenas, the participating slaves took the stage in the order of the lot.

For a time, the sword and sword shadow were in full swing.

Among them, the most eye-catching are the two arenas of Gao Long and Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's eye-catching reputation is nothing more than fame, most people have heard of his legend for a long time, but this is the first time he has seen his fighting skills.

"Sister, this slave of our family is still quite powerful! The young man, that is, Li Jun, looked at Ye Gucheng so bravely, and his eyes began to glow.

"His name is Ye Gucheng. Li Yueli doesn't seem to like others using slaves to mark Ye Gucheng.

Is there a difference?

Li Jun was puzzled, but he didn't say anything because he didn't look good at his sister.

At this moment, Ye Gucheng saw the opportunity and swept his opponent off the stage with a sweep.

The crowd watching the battle suddenly burst into cheers, and those who pressed it smiled and gritted their teeth.

Soon, a gasping sound attracted everyone's attention, and they saw that on the No. 1 stage, Gao Long actually split the opponent in half with a knife, and the field was drenched in blood.

Although the slave selection tournament is also a real fight, after all, unlike the fighting arena, each other is point-to-point, and there are few casualties, let alone such bloody killings.

The cheers rang out as the curtain call of the battle began, and it was clear that the spectators preferred this bloody way of winning or losing.

Of course, there were also sharp-eyed people who recognized the killing god covered in blood in the arena and exclaimed, "Isn't he the champion of three years ago?

"No wonder I feel familiar, it's actually the Demon King of Horrors!"

"The Horror Demon King, the slave who likes to tear human bodies by hand?"

"Yes, I watched his martial arts three years ago, and I still remember it vividly, and it seems that this year's competition is lively again!"

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