Chapter 136

When darkness falls on the country again, people feel not the bitter cold wind, but the exciting bonfire.

As early as a few days ago, a large round ring has been built, with a radius of about five meters, not big or small enough to withstand the passionate excitement of everyone.

About three meters below the ring, the seats are already around the seats, and the seats are quite similar to the ring, and the arrangement is like a circle wrapping around the center of the circle.

It is said that the reason why the rings and seats were so special was that the founders of the empire wanted their children and grandchildren to be like them, and the meaning of the circle was so good that the ring for the plum banquet was set in a round shape, which means that people are invulnerable.

It's a pity that they never expected that many years later, the Ximu Kingdom would be torn apart and infighting would continue.

The winter nights are always the fastest to get dark, until the night completely covers the sunset, the emperor and queen sit upright on the high platform, and the banquet begins on time.

"Today is the annual big day of my Ximu country, all of you here love Qing and teach your sons, all of you are dragons and phoenixes among the people, and they are the mainstay of the future of my Ximu country, I wish you all the best in the future, win glory for the country, and become the pillars of the country to raise the prestige of my Ximu country!"

After the emperor finished speaking, he raised a glass of wine in his hand, and all the ministers in the seat stood up and returned the wine: "Dry!"

"The first scene of the plum banquet is a martial arts, where is the master of my Ximu Kingdom?!"

As soon as the people arrived, the emperor said a few beautiful opening words and polite words as usual, and turned the center to today's martial arts.

With the emperor's majestic gaze, many practitioners were high-spirited and couldn't wait to jump into the ring to show themselves.

"Miss, now the one on the left in the ring is Tang Chu, from the General Mansion of Ximuguo Town, and the one on the right is Jiang Wen, the son of Jiang Shilang, a first-class official."

Somewhere, a certain woman who was peeping was listening to the information returned from her maid's investigation, and said while listening: "Are you sure you are not wrong?" Aren't these two people really swapping identities? ”

"Acquaintance is fate, in Xia Tang Chu, may I ask your Excellency?"

"What a mess! Lao Tzu looks down on this wrinkled little white face the most! ”

In the dark, Bing Ling'er's eyes lit up amazingly, and she pointed to the two people in the ring and said: "The little body on the left is a weak little white face no matter how you look at it, how can it be from a family of military generals!" And the one on the right, although it is not five big and three thick, but he is tall and strong, how can he come from the Wenchen family! ”

Yimo glanced at the two in the ring and coughed lightly: "Maybe it's the wrong baby!"

"I think too!"

The two of them had already started to fight in the ring, and the little white-faced Tang Chu held a spear in his hand, stood on tiptoe and rushed straight to the opposite person! Unexpectedly, Jiang Wen, who seemed to be simple-minded, was not simple, holding a sharp knife in his hand, like a gust of wind, quickly resisted, and struck later.

However, in just a few breaths, the two of them made more than 20 moves.

Tang Chu's family background is good, and Jiang Wen is quite famous in Ximu Kingdom, so there are many people who pay attention to this scene, and the scene is full of tension.

Even Prince Ximenli, who had been thinking about his sister, watched it with relish, and the emperor couldn't help but nod, not to mention a certain girl who was waiting to see a good show.

"Tut-tut, I take back what I just said, although that little white face looks weak, but he is ruthless, and at a glance, he knows that he grew up from a bitter snack!"

As Bing Ling'er said, Tang Chu, who grew up with hardships, made ruthless moves, forcing his opponent to retreat one after another.

Yimo looked at the two people who were fighting in the ring, "So that Jiang Wen wants to lose?" ”

"Not necessarily!"

Bing Ling'er said: "You see, although that little white face has the upper hand now, but according to his direct attack and undefended play, although this style of play can be a momentary wind, but it is extremely physically demanding, and when he is physically exhausted, it is difficult to win."

Bing Ling'er is here to join in the fun, and her "neighbor" is in a frenzy at this time.

Mo Yan quietly looked at the note nailed to the main door of his base camp, and there seemed to be a green tendon on his forehead.

The shadow silently hid in the dark to wipe the non-existent sweat droplets, soothed his frightened little heart, and was silent, acting as an invisible man directly behind his master.

They had only been out for a short time, and who could tell them why everything was looted except for a tent? Don't even let go of a pot! The hell that crazy guy did it!

But if you steal it, why do you have to be arrogant and domineering?! Also nailed directly to the lintel! Is it so obvious that we are afraid that we will not see it!

But...... Why is this dart so familiar?

"Dark Ten."

Mo Yan looked at the special dart in his hand, pursed his thin lips slightly, and gently spit out two words, his beautiful phoenix eyes were still indifferent to the extreme.

glanced at the elegant and domineering, dragon flying phoenix dancing big characters, and finally dyed a trace of anger.

"Look for death!"

Mo Yan is so beautiful that he doesn't look like a person in the world, even if he is angry, his face is expressionless, but at this time, he is slightly angry in his eyes, just like an immortal from hell, moving but hurting.

When darkness falls on the country again, people feel not the bitter cold wind, but the exciting bonfire.

As early as a few days ago, a large round ring has been built, with a radius of about five meters, not big or small enough to withstand the passionate excitement of everyone.

About three meters below the ring, the seats are already around the seats, and the seats are quite similar to the ring, and the arrangement is like a circle wrapping around the center of the circle.

It is said that the reason why the rings and seats were so special was that the founders of the empire wanted their children and grandchildren to be like them, and the meaning of the circle was so good that the ring for the plum banquet was set in a round shape, which means that people are invulnerable.

It's a pity that they never expected that many years later, the Ximu Kingdom would be torn apart and infighting would continue.

The winter nights are always the fastest to get dark, until the night completely covers the sunset, the emperor and queen sit upright on the high platform, and the banquet begins on time.

"Today is the annual big day of my Ximu country, all of you here love Qing and teach your sons, all of you are dragons and phoenixes among the people, and they are the mainstay of the future of my Ximu country, I wish you all the best in the future, win glory for the country, and become the pillars of the country to raise the prestige of my Ximu country!"

After the emperor finished speaking, he raised a glass of wine in his hand, and all the ministers in the seat stood up and returned the wine: "Dry!"

"The first scene of the plum banquet is a martial arts, where is the master of my Ximu Kingdom?!"

As soon as the people arrived, the emperor said a few beautiful opening words and polite words as usual, and turned the center to today's martial arts.

With the emperor's majestic gaze, many practitioners were high-spirited and couldn't wait to jump into the ring to show themselves.

"Miss, now the one on the left in the ring is Tang Chu, from the General Mansion of Ximuguo Town, and the one on the right is Jiang Wen, the son of Jiang Shilang, a first-class official."

Somewhere, a certain woman who was peeping was listening to the information returned from her maid's investigation, and said while listening: "Are you sure you are not wrong?" Aren't these two people really swapping identities? ”

"Acquaintance is fate, in Xia Tang Chu, may I ask your Excellency?"

"What a mess! Lao Tzu looks down on this wrinkled little white face the most! ”

In the dark, Bing Ling'er's eyes lit up amazingly, and she pointed to the two people in the ring and said: "The little body on the left is a weak little white face no matter how you look at it, how can it be from a family of military generals!" And the one on the right, although it is not five big and three thick, but he is tall and strong, how can he come from the Wenchen family! ”

Yimo glanced at the two in the ring and coughed lightly: "Maybe it's the wrong baby!"

"I think too!"

The two of them had already started to fight in the ring, and the little white-faced Tang Chu held a spear in his hand, stood on tiptoe and rushed straight to the opposite person! Unexpectedly, Jiang Wen, who seemed to be simple-minded, was not simple, holding a sharp knife in his hand, like a gust of wind, quickly resisted, and struck later.

However, in just a few breaths, the two of them made more than 20 moves.

Tang Chu's family background is good, and Jiang Wen is quite famous in Ximu Kingdom, so there are many people who pay attention to this scene, and the scene is full of tension.

Even Prince Ximenli, who had been thinking about his sister, watched it with relish, and the emperor couldn't help but nod, not to mention a certain girl who was waiting to see a good show.

"Tut-tut, I take back what I just said, although that little white face looks weak, but he is ruthless, and at a glance, he knows that he grew up from a bitter snack!"

As Bing Ling'er said, Tang Chu, who grew up with hardships, made ruthless moves, forcing his opponent to retreat one after another.

Yimo looked at the two people who were fighting in the ring, "So that Jiang Wen wants to lose?" ”

"Not necessarily!"

Bing Ling'er said: "You see, although that little white face has the upper hand now, but according to his direct attack and undefended play, although this style of play can be a momentary wind, but it is extremely physically demanding, and when he is physically exhausted, it is difficult to win."

Bing Ling'er is here to join in the fun, and her "neighbor" is in a frenzy at this time.

Mo Yan quietly looked at the note nailed to the main door of his base camp, and there seemed to be a green tendon on his forehead.

The shadow silently hid in the dark to wipe the non-existent sweat droplets, soothed his frightened little heart, and was silent, acting as an invisible man directly behind his master.

They had only been out for a short time, and who could tell them why everything was looted except for a tent? Don't even let go of a pot! The hell that crazy guy did it!

But if you steal it, why do you have to be arrogant and domineering?! Also nailed directly to the lintel! Is it so obvious that we are afraid that we will not see it!

But...... Why is this dart so familiar?

"Dark Ten."

Mo Yan looked at the special dart in his hand, pursed his thin lips slightly, and gently spit out two words, his beautiful phoenix eyes were still indifferent to the extreme.

glanced at the elegant and domineering, dragon flying phoenix dancing big characters, and finally dyed a trace of anger.

"Look for death!"

Mo Yan is so beautiful that he doesn't look like a person in the world, even if he is angry, his face is expressionless, but at this time, he is slightly angry in his eyes, just like an immortal from hell, moving but hurting.