"The big stage of the past life, you will come if you have talent."

Shi Lan felt a little itchy on her head, scratched her hair, and asked tentatively, "Is this ...... What kind of project is this?"

"What else could it be, a jousting tournament!" Hu Tao's eyes were full of little stars: "All the masters gather together, it will definitely be very lively at that time!"

"No, it's not you, wait!" Shi Lan hurriedly interrupted Hu Tao and read the flyer back and forth twice: "No matter how you look at this, it has nothing to do with the competition! Is this going to kill someone so that they can be buried on the spot? The General Affairs Division won't approve the venue for you, will it?"

"It's been approved, and the location is at the port terminal."

"Huh? Is it that easy?"

"It's nothing, it's very simple, the person in charge of the General Affairs Department has a dead person at home, I asked my grandfather to insert a queue for him, and I approved it."

Shi Lan was dumbfounded: "Good guy! Cremation is also with a queue!"

Hu Tao tilted her little head, looked at Shi Lan with a shocked look, and explained, "I forgot to tell you, this martial arts competition was organized by Sister Beidou, and she said that she wanted to recruit a few sailors who could fight... So we're just sponsors, providing financial incentives, advertising and stuff like that..."

"Big Sister Beidou?"

Shi Lan frowned, and couldn't even think of how the Hall of Death had connected with Beidou's Southern Cross.

Hu Tao spreads his hands: "Weird, isn't it? I just listened to it, so I asked Mr. Zhongli to try to talk about it, and it turned out to be a conversation... I don't know what he said......

Zhongli, who was sitting next to him, nodded, and slowly spat out two words: "Indeed."

Somehow, Shi Lan suddenly had a feeling of wanting to laugh.

What's the deal with this feeling of being completely out of step with your behavior? Although it is true that Zhongli is a guest of the Dead Hall, it is too ...... to go out and talk about advertising cooperation That's it......

However, when I heard that it was a martial arts competition prepared by the head of the Big Sister Beidou, Shi Lan was slightly interested, "Hey, are there any restrictions on your martial arts competition?"

Hu Tao shook his head: "There are no restrictions, this title is written, you can come... However, it should be reminded that the power of the Vision is forbidden in the game, and it is entirely up to the player's own ability.

Also, if you compete, even though you are very good, according to the rules, you can only join the junior division and fight with your peers."

As he spoke, Hu Tao pinched Shi Lan's arm and said, "But I still think you're a bit of a bully when you compete...... Don't break the children......

Shi Lan smiled, "Of course not."

Now he has a very precise grasp of his strength, so that he will not be able to pick up an egg and break it when he touches it, and he will not kill anyone, and he will lie in bed for several months at most.

"How do I sign up now?"

"Just tell me, we can handle this relationship for you now!" Hu Tao patted his chest proudly, "If you want to win the championship, there's no problem, I'll arrange a few more rookies for you."

Shi Lan's eyes widened suddenly: "Can this still be operated in the dark?"

Hu Tao smiled slyly: "The final interpretation belongs to the organizer."

Shi Lan: "6."

"Forgot to ask, what's the champion reward?"

"A ...... of Family Portrait Gifts"....

"Wait, what the hell is a family portrait?"

"Well, there's a lot involved." Hu Tao is like a number of family treasures, dancing hand to hand gesture: "Register the descendant population of your whole family, the Afterlife Hall will leave a large piece of feng shui treasure land for your whole family, and when you die in the Afterlife Hall, you will bury your whole family's ashes neatly together......

The corners of Shi Lan's mouth twitched wildly.

It's really going to burn your whole family...... That's a good thing, but why does it sound so weird?

Shi Lan suddenly didn't want to participate in the competition......

Hu Tao continued, "In addition to the family portrait of the Dead Hall, the champion also has a commemorative badge of the Southern Cross, as well as a reward of 200,000 Mora."

Shi Lan: "When does the game start?"

It doesn't matter what Mora is,

The main thing is to challenge the masters of all walks of life.

Hu Tao said: "Our relationship is so hard, so you don't have to participate in the audition, just start from the knockout round, start on the 23rd, and then on the day of the Moon Festival, that is, on the 27th, the champion will be determined."

Shi Lan pondered for a moment, feeling as if it could work.

"What time is it today?"

"Three."

Shi Lan nodded, and played the knockout round on the 23rd, which means that he still has twenty days to train.

During this time, you can seize the time to improve your combat skills, although it is a bit temporary, but it also adds a lot of motivation to yourself.

I could defeat a wild boar at the age of ten, and if I fell in the knockout round, it would be a shame.

"Mr. Zhongli." Shi Lan remembered Mr. Zhongli who was drinking tea leisurely on the side.

Zhongli also had many flyers on his desk, and he didn't speak, and anyone who passed by would stop looking at him, and he would be watched by Zhongli.

Then the man somehow came forward with a flyer and walked away, looking at Hu Tao's big eyes full of question marks.

Isn't my walnut cute? Why did someone take the initiative to get it when Zhongli was sitting there, and he shouted for a long time instead of hiding from anyone like a plague god?

"Shi Lan's child." Seeing Shi Lan step forward, Zhongli responded politely, followed by silence, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Looking at Zhongli's eyes, Shi Lan respectfully took a flyer from the table.

Only then did Zhongli say with a pleasant face, "What's the matter?"

Shi Lan said, "Do you know how to fight?"

Although he said that he had never seen Zhongli fight, but people had the Vision of God, and if they had the Vision of God, it was normal for them to fight, and Shi Lan planned to learn two tricks from Zhongli.

Zhongli pondered for a moment, organized his words, and said, "I can do some flower fist embroidery legs......

Most of them are one move in seconds, except for Ruotuo's guy, it seems that no demon god can beat me twice.

Shi Lan was overjoyed: "Whether it's flower fist embroidered legs, or three-legged cat kung fu, can Mr. Zhongli teach me?"

Shi Lan plans to follow up in all directions, learn bows from Yelan, learn swords from Xingqiu Keqing, and learn some fist and foot kung fu from Zhongli.

In terms of internal strength, there is the Jing Demon Dance, although it cannot be easily launched, but the enhancement of physical fitness is still obvious, so Shi Lan has not given up practicing.

Zhongli was a little surprised: "Oh? Why do you suddenly want to learn some kung fu? I remember you learned from Grandma Ping, didn't she teach you marksmanship?" ….

Shi Lan was more surprised than him: "How do you know that Grandma Ping can marksmanship?"

Zhongli's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "I saw her when I was a child."

"......I see," Shi Lan said, "Grandma Ping said that I am not suitable for practicing guns, and I am more suitable for boxing, but I think that since I am learning martial arts, I naturally have to know all the eighteen kinds of martial arts......

"It's good to focus on it, don't multitask, it won't do you any good. If you practice boxing first, then I will pass you a copy..."

Zhongli pondered, his fingers tapped on the table, and then he waved his hand slightly, and a book appeared out of thin air and fell into Shi Lan's hand.

The ancient book bound in thread has no signature, and after opening it, all that catches your eye are obscure ancient characters.

Shi Lan was confused: "What is this?"

"This is the Snake Fist Technique." Zhongli said lightly.

"Teng Snake Fist?" Shi Lan was shocked: "It's amazing!"

But he turned his head and thought something was wrong: "By the way, does a snake have a fist?"

Zhongli took a sip of the already cold tea and moistened his lips: "Generally rationally, no, the name was chosen by me at will."

「………」

The noisy traffic, accompanied by the shouting of Hu Tao, the market was lively and noisy, but Zhongli's voice was clear to the ears.

"It's a snake, it can shake the sky, it can climb to the top, if you have fists and feet, you can turn into a dragon, do you understand?"

"I don't understand."

Zhongli: "........."

There's no cure for you kid.

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Owl