Cui Yun sighed and said, "I am from China with a martial arts. So there is also an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Chinese warriors. You and I count. It is also a family of martial artists in the world. So. Having said so much. I want you to promise one thing."

Qu Yong said: "Please command. If I can."

"It's not hard to say. It's simple, but it's not easy at all. I'm picking and choosing. Always feel. Only Your Excellency is the most suitable person." Old man Cui Yun was cautious. Take out a blue hiking backpack from behind you. Open the backpack. It's actually a small purple wooden box. Open the wooden box again. Inside are sixteen gilded invitations. The carving is very exquisite.

"I have sixteen invitations here. Each invitation represents the ability to invite one person to the banquet. Go to the visual feast."

Sixteen invitations. That is, only sixteen people can be invited.

Qu Yong looked at the sixteen invitations. "You mean to say. Only sixteen people can enter the Imperial City to watch this peerless battle."

Old man Cui Yun said: "To be precise. Except for Destiny. Hidetaro Kamiya and you outside. Only thirteen people can be invited."

"Thirteen." Qu Yong was surprised: "As far as I know. Just the people in Japan who want to see this decisive battle. Not less than a thousand. But now there are only thirteen places. I'm afraid that the wolf has more meat and less meat. It's hard to get enough of it."

Old man Cui Yun showed a very strange smile. Said: "That's exactly the truth. So I want to ask Qu Jun. Do this a favor. The choice is yours. Who can come to the Imperial City. Who can't come to the Imperial City to watch the battle."

It is up to one person to decide the ownership of the heroes of the world. It is possible to assign whether they have the right to enter and exit the Imperial City and watch the battle. This is simply choking the throats of the heroes of the world. In the imperial court, it can almost be seen as the role of the regent.

But Qu Yong is not stupid. On the contrary, he saw it very clearly. Let's take the simplest example. All regent in history. A man who was called "Father" by the Emperor. It's all ruined. There is no place for the dead.

Qu Yong shook his head. Directly: "This is not a piece. What an interesting errand. Why did you leave it to me?"

"You see it very clearly. That's not interesting. It's just a thing that offends people." Old man Cui Yun handed over the sixteen invitations. "Now established in Tokyo. I don't know how many warriors there are. But there are almost no people who have reached the Dan realm. So you—" he pointed at Qu Yong. Another strange smile. Said: "It can almost be regarded as the number one master in this Tokyo city except for the two who are going to fight. Ability and responsibility are relative. Naturally, there is some responsibility. If these invitations fall into the hands of a person with low martial arts. Isn't it that someone snatched it up quickly? And how to choose. Who's going to watch the battle?"

"Ahh Qu Yong suddenly understood when he came here. It turned out that he entered Danjin by himself. Already a first-class master in the world. Suddenly, he was a little unclear about his role. But now he. In the eyes of others, he is no longer the rude hairy boy. It's already a big master on the Megatron side. It's really a big master who can shake the whole city of Tokyo."

"I believe in you. You wouldn't want to say either. Pick a few random people. Come and watch your uncle's showdown. Isn't that an insult to him? So no matter which way you look at it. It's up to you to hand out these blank invitations. It's just wonderful."

This sentence really hit Qu Yong's heart. He really had to take these hot potatoes. He knew that he just had to take these invitations himself. It's like you've got a lot of trouble.

"These invitations have been processed through special procedures. There are some chips built into it. They are all particularly interesting modern crafts. Believed in just two days. It's hard to be human. cracked and then forged. So wait until . The decisive battle two days later. There will only be sixteen people on site. Except for these sixteen. Others. Always close. Shoot and kill."

The Imperial Family of Japan. Today, the sun is thin, although it is declining. But the majesty of the emperor is still inviolable. So the old man was categorical when he said these words. Loud and sound. Believe in the rules he usually sets himself. Even if it's his own violation. It's the same thing.

Qu Yong stretched out his hand. Bring the invitation. Then I played around casually. I found that each invitation was about fifty grams. The texture is very good. It's a royal thing. He touched it repeatedly. Said: "These thirteen people. What are the requirements?"

The old man Cui Yun said: "There is no request. Even if you give thirteen beggars. Thirteen babies. Thirteen fools. It doesn't matter. You can give it to whomever you want. These things have been given to you. You can give it to anyone."

"I see." Qu Yong understood. This old man Cui Yun completely sent the hot potato to his hands. Even if it's for a dog. It's none of his business. It's all Qu Yong's responsibility.

"I'm rubbing." Qu Yong couldn't help but shout in his heart. Helplessly, he said, "If you want me to send an invitation, it's okay. I have a condition. I'm going into the Imperial City. Go find a blind old painter. I have something to ask him."

The old man Cui Yun said: "Blind painter. Since he is blind. And how do you become a painter?"

Qu Yong said: "He is not a painter now. He's a fortune teller. He lives in a dilapidated house in the East Garden."

"Dongyuan." Old Man Cui Yun's face twitched slightly. Said: "It turned out to be Abe Go. He's dead."

"Dead." Qu Yong said: "Why is another one dead. When did he die?"

"Yesterday." Old man Cui Yun gave him a strange look. "Just after you found him."

Qu Yong's face is red. Yesterday I thought I was secretive. The guards of the Imperial City East Garden are nothing more than that. But I don't know that it's just that people don't show up to break him. It seems that he still knows too little about the modern knowledge of tracking and anti-tracking. It's not a good idea to judge by your own sensitivities. But apparently also because of his peripheral activities. It didn't touch the safety of the royal family. That's why the royal side turned a blind eye.

"What can he leave behind..."

"Nope." Old man Cui Yun said: "He and that hut all turned into fires. Burn into white nirvana. Nothing was left."

Qu Yong said: "What is the cause of the fire?"

"Set fire."

"Set fire. Who is so bold. Dare to set fire to the imperial city .." Qu Yong still hasn't said a word. Now that the guards in the Imperial City are able to discover his whereabouts. Then there's no reason why the arsonist can't be found.

Old man Cui Yun seemed to be able to see through his thoughts. Said lightly: "He set the fire himself."

"Good, good! It turns out that he is living impatient." Qu Yong clenched his fists. Say hello to everyone: "Thank you! Farewell!"

"Please."

It's not noon yet. The sun is already good.

Sunny. Qu Yong walked out of the imperial city. Along the most prosperous in Tokyo. The most flavorful streets stride forward. He's in a lot of trouble now. So much so that there is probably no one more in the world than him. Still, he's full of energy. Full of confidence in yourself.

Now the streets are red men and green women. Go to work and school. Various shops. Office. The restaurants are open.

Qu Yong carried the small purple box. Walking on such a path. Thinking about who to send those thirteen invitations to.

This man is in a vast sea. Who should he send the invitation to?

He walked along. Suddenly, I saw a group of children playing football in the open space in front of me. It looks like he is only six or seven years old, but his feet are decent. Cooperate with the strict scheduling rules. It is the temperament of the Japanese.

Then. There is a young and fashionable urban beauty walking through the park. She wears patent leather black high boots. One twist and one walk, graceful. The ball suddenly fell into a puddle next to her. Splash a leg of mud dots.

"Ahh The girl screamed inexplicably." My boots! Help!"

Those kids were obviously innocent. I don't understand the horror of this animal like a woman. All were frightened. In the end, it was an older child who plucked up his courage. walked up and apologized, "Auntie. I'm sorry. We ......"

"Auntie.." The girl was stunned for a moment. You call me Auntie!" It seems that this is more exciting than mud stains on the boots. She couldn't control herself anymore. Jumping on the feet with a howl of "ahhhhhh Finally, I will slap it down." Ahh

"Don't." Qu Yong's body moved. Grab her raised hand. "It's just a child. Why do you hit someone?"

"What are you. Dare to take care of the old lady's business!" She raised her eyebrows and said sharply, "Let it go."

"Uncle. Uncle." The little ones all gathered around. Pulling and pulling around Qu Yong's body. There were even a few hands touching him." Thank you, uncle."

"Oops. Which smiled and touched my ass. You go away, go away."

The girl doesn't seem to be able to stand the messy children. Screaming and fleeing. Then the kids picked up the ball and rushed up. Except for a few mud marks left on Qu Yong's body. The farce came to an abrupt end.

"Alas. This bunch of little kids." Qu Yong shook his head with a smile. It seems to be remembered when I was a child. Kicking a ball on the side of the road with classmates. The scene of a football breaking a glass window at a loss. It's really interesting to think about.

The kids don't kick the ball anymore. Everyone shouted and withdrew. All of a sudden, my face became empty. It's like there's no one left.

"How so. It feels a little wrong. Invitations." Qu Yong suddenly came to his senses. He opened the box and counted it. I found that there was one less invitation card in there.

"When was it stolen." Qu Yong has been successful since his skills. Don't say someone can steal something from themselves. It is ordinary people who approach the ** space around them. He's also sensitive like fire. Now someone can steal an invitation from the box he was carrying.

"It can't be that girl. One of her hands is in mine. The other hand is in my field of vision. There's no way he's going to steal my invitation. Don't those little kids ......?"