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Qiang Er was laughed at by Meng Jingwen, and was a little embarrassed for a while, and quickly explained: "Qiang Er listened to the storyteller in the teahouse. "When Qiang'er used to go out with Meng Jingwen, she liked to go to those teahouses, and sometimes she had enough time, she could sit inside and listen to Mr. Storyteller talk for a morning, and she wouldn't feel half tired.

Meng Jingwen knew that Qiang'er was in a hurry, so she stopped laughing at her, and took Qiang'er into the bustling street, where the goods in the shops on both sides of the street were dazzling, and the snacks and pastries placed along the street were all kinds of colors, and the wisps of fragrance overflowed, which was very gluttonous.

There was a competition in the distance, and a group of young and merry men walked over there one after another, Meng Jingwen bought some food for Qiang'er and walked along the flow of people.

"Let one let let one let go." Qiang Er took Meng Jingwen into the inside to watch the excitement, and finally squeezed in a better place after a lot of energy, and finally came to this place where you could see the stage and the relatively empty flow of people below.

Meng Jingwen looked at the stage with red silk wrapped around her waist, and the attic behind the stage that was hung with red silk satin, showing her joy, this momentum was also Hongda festive, and then looked at the two main seats in the center of the attic, one old and one young, the old one looked to be over fifty years old, and the young woman was wearing a red dress and covering her veil, it seemed that she was the young lady who tried to recruit relatives this time.

There were more and more people, and the discussion was getting louder and louder, and before long, some people were already impatiently shouting when it would start, and the scene was hot for a while.

Meng Jingwen saw at this time that a middle-aged man jumped on the attic, with a thumb-sized scar on his left face, which looked strange and scary, he looked around, then hugged his fists and saluted, and said solemnly: "Today, the young daughter of Xihe Jia Yuanwai has reached the age of Jilu, Jia Gong has the spirit of martial arts, and he senses that His Majesty is heroic and sage, and then he will organize a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, and hope that the interested son will come to the stage to try." ”

Meng Jingwen listened to the scar man mention the area of the West River, the area of the West River is the area from the south to the west of the capital to the West City Gate, most of the people of this generation are in business, and there are also officials who are located in their homes, but the most prosperous and common is business cooperation, as well as the grand ceremony of commercial schools, the people who live in it, the level of wealth is regarded as the middle and upper chase of the capital, and Jia Gong is also a little famous in that one.

"How do you compare the law?" Someone in the audience knew Jia Gongwei's name and was eager to say.

The man with the scar laughed: "The rules are simple, whoever stands last will be the winner." ”

Meng Jingwen thought to herself that it was really simple and rude enough, this Jia Gong didn't care about his appearance and talent, he only looked at his martial arts background, and he really liked martial arts, but it was a pity that the woman next to him who looked like a flower and was in her prime of life.

Meng Jingwen sighed for a while, remembering that this dynasty is still in the context of male superiority and inferiority of women, many rules still exist, and they cannot be easily shaken, and most of the women's families will marry because of their parents' so-called fingertips, the orders of their parents, and the words of matchmakers, and finally end up with a point of remorse for life and no way back.

Meng Jiancheng's idea of marriage is a typical example, but if Meng Jingwen really gets to that point, Meng Jingwen feels that she will inevitably resist, and will do everything to destroy Meng Jiancheng's harmful deeds and spend the rest of her life with the person she likes.

"Doesn't Miss like this sight?" When Meng Jingwen was about to leave, Qiang'er on the side wanted to watch it for a while, so she begged Meng Jingwen.

Meng Jingwen felt that the woman upstairs should not be sorry, after all, poor people must have something to hate, if they really don't obey, then why not resist? Thinking about it like this, naturally there was no need to look at it anymore, nodding and leaving, Qiang'er had no choice, so she followed behind Meng Jingwen.

However, Meng Jingwen hadn't taken a few steps away, and Yu Guang saw a figure, and immediately became vigilant, and stopped silently observing.

Standing a little farther away from Meng Jingwen, supported by a few entourage guards, wasn't it the Yan King Mu Hao who had just met a few days ago?

"Miss, what's wrong?" Qiang Er didn't understand why Meng Jingwen stopped, and looked at Meng Jingwen's gaze, and also saw His Royal Highness King Yan who she saw at the flower party that day, and immediately panicked, thinking that she should take Miss away, and protecting Miss Miss's safety is the first thing to make less trouble.

However, Meng Jingwen shook her head and said that it was okay, and stopped there, looking at King Yan with interest, wanting to see what else Mu Hao had in front of this martial arts platform.

The competition has already begun on the competition platform, and I saw a big man with a big mountain axe in his hand, and smashed it towards the man in Tsing Yi who was holding a long sword, and the man in Tsing Yi cleverly dodged it sideways, but the ground was smashed out of a half-meter-deep hole by the mountain axe, which made the people present gasp.

The big man was very annoyed when he saw that the blow was missed, and immediately slapped his hand on his chest, angry, and finally the man in Tsing Yi attacked again.

Meng Jingwen felt that the figure of the man in Tsing Yi was a little peculiar, and this kind of martial arts with high sensitivity should be based on light skills, and then evolved in combination with other moves, which was just able to restrain the big man who wasted his strength.

"The man with the sword is going to win." Meng Jingwen said softly, Qiang'er heard it clearly on the side, but then it was obvious that the big man had been attacking strongly, how could this be a victory for the man in Tsing Yi?

"Miss hasn't learned kung fu, how can you see it?" Qiang Er was curious about what Meng Jingwen thought, and when she asked this, there was a sound of a huge object falling to the ground on the martial arts platform, and it turned out to be the same as what Miss said, the man in Tsing Yi defeated the big man who had already fainted on the ground at this time.

Faced with Qiang'er's question, Meng Jingwen smiled and said, "Guess blindly, whoever knows will guess correctly." ”

Meng Jingwen felt that her little girl's curiosity could sometimes choke people to death, especially the curious questioning by the bathtub that night, so that Meng Jingwen would never dare to forget, and then hastily ended the conversation with Qiang'er, and then looked at the room.

At this time, the big man was resisted, and the man in Tsing Yi saluted with his fist in the center of the attic above, the meaning was obvious, that is, he was victorious and waited for people to come up.

"In Xia Bucai, I practiced kendo with my brother, and I came up to learn a few points with my brother."

A man in blue dressed as a Taoist priest jumped on the competition platform and saluted politely to the man in Tsing Yi, the man in Tsing Yi was relatively calm when he saw the Taoist priest at first, although the Taoist priest can also get married and have children, but usually meditate in the Taoist temple What cultivation can come up to confront him, and immediately return the salute to deal with it calmly, but when he found out that the Taoist priest carried the famous sword of the sky, his face sank.

"Dare to ask Dao Chang, but the Dongyue Empire's Taifeng Mountain Taishang Zhenren Sect disciple Yiye?" The man in Tsing Yi looked nervous, waiting for the Taoist to reply.

The Dao Chief saluted back, and then said with a smile: "Exactly, Senior Brother Qinglinmen has been okay recently?" ”

The question between the two shocked some people who knew the rivers and lakes, and if you listened carefully, you would have to understand the meaning.

Qinglin Gate is a famous kendo sect in the Chu State, with 30,000 disciples, each of whom has good strength and a reputation throughout the Chu State, but compared to the 70,000 or 80,000 disciples under the Taifeng Mountain Gate of the Dongyue Empire bordering the east of the Chu State, and at the same time sitting on the unique resources of the Taifeng Seven Mountain Ranges, plus a cloud sword that ranks tenth on the list of 100 swords coveted by the world, I have to say that Qinglin is simply more than enough.

In this way, if the man in Tsing Yi loses this battle, he will not only lose the face of the sect, but also humiliate the country of Chu, how much pressure is this.

Meng Jingwen had also heard Mu Lingtian talk about the things between these sects, and as the cloud sword on the list of hundreds of famous swords, it was still like thunder.

Sure enough, everyone's expressions were a little embarrassed, Meng Jingwen looked at Mu Hao's side, and finally knew why this arrogant and domineering prince would waste time to watch the competition here, Bacheng saw the Yunxiao Sword in advance, so he guessed that there was such a scene, as the royal family of Chu and his rough nature, of course others were not allowed to ride on his face.

"Please also ask the senior brother to give advice."

"Willing to accompany."

The face on the stage was tense, and the words did not fall, so they immediately started, and the two of them really became famous, and the man's moves in Tsing Yi immediately became faster and more violent, completely lacking the ease of dealing with the big man just now.

On the other hand, the Taoist priest, although he is also trying to compete with his heart, and the offensive is not weak, but he is not as hard as the man in Tsing Yi at all, which makes people feel that the Taoist priest seems to have spare strength, and when he really plays it, he must not be able to parry even the man in Tsing Yi.

"Miss, Qiang'er doesn't look happy either." Although Meng Jingwen was very peaceful, Qiang Er observed carefully and knew that Meng Jingwen also didn't like to see the signs that the man in Tsing Yi was about to lose, and then said.

Meng Jingwen doesn't like the bells and whistles of the man in Tsing Yi, but the country's face is the first, she still hopes that the man in Tsing Yi can win and finally retain the face of Chu.

But the situation in front of him really couldn't make people believe that the man in Tsing Yi would win, Meng Jingwen felt weak for a while, watching the man in Tsing Yi be injured by the sword qi little by little, and re-launched the attack again and again, persevering.

In the attic in the distance, a handsome-faced man stood on the balcony to observe the actions of the stage on and off the stage, and a guard knelt down behind him to reply to the information.

"Back to the Second Highness, the Fourth Highness has entered Song Qianhai's residence, and at the same time, his subordinates have sent someone to transport the agreed 50,000 taels of silver to the Taifeng Mountain Dao Chief."

After hearing this, Mu Junsi had a smile on his face, and said with a smile to himself: "Mu Lingtian, I want to see how you deal with Song Qianhai, who this king can't handle." Jingwen, after so many years, it seems that you have indeed changed a little differently than before, so let this king see what you and my third brother can do. ”