"What kind of character are you, and you can also be compared to the King of the Northwest?" The blacksmith shook his head and was noncommittal: "Don't say such useless words, the Hakka can take off the knife, and I can measure it!" ”

"Qiuzi City is running to the city, is there any excitement to join?" Ling Muyun asked as he untied the ink blade.

"The Hakka family doesn't know that the White City Lord and Li Wei are competing in the martial arts arena, this is a rare opportunity." The blacksmith took the ink blade and stroked the blade lightly: "Aren't you going to see Hakka?" Put the weapon here first, make the scabbard, how many hours it takes, if the Hakka has special requirements, it will take longer. ”

Ling Muyun pondered for a moment: "Forget it, you can just make the simplest scabbard!" As fast as you can, as fast as you can! ”

Bai Zhen and Li Wei's competition, he didn't want to miss it, appreciate the strengths of the hundred schools, and experience the terroir of Qiuzi, why not?

But he was not at ease when the ink blade was placed in the blacksmith's shop, after all, it was the only thing her mother had left him.

Precious or not precious is not mentioned for the time being, it is a thought.

"Howler!" After the blacksmith finished speaking, he only took a cursory glance at the ink blade, and then took out a pitch-black scabbard that had long been covered with dust from the rack and put it on top of the ink blade.

One more point is redundant, and one less point is uncomfortable, just right!

"Blacksmith, you won't have the ability to predict the future, you have already made the scabbard, wait for me?" There was a hint of banter in Ling Muyun's words: "It's too suitable!" ”

"Where is the Hakka language, it's not fate!" The blacksmith rubbed his hands together and said, "Just give a few pennies, it's not a precious thing." ”

"Well, indeed!" Ling Muyun played for a moment, nodded with satisfaction, and continued to ask, "How to get to the martial arts arena?" ”

"It's not far, the Hakka can follow the flow of people!"

After paying the money, Ling Muyun followed the flow of people all the way.

Sure enough, as the blacksmith said, he walked less than a stick of incense, and the martial arts arena came into view.

However, the door of this martial arts arena is extremely stingy, if you don't deliberately look for it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find, but after walking inside, there is a lot of good.

Walk through the porch, hand in a few silver ingots, and sit down at will.

Ling Muyun found a position at the front, and the people seemed less crowded.

The reason why people don't like to sit in front of them is because the experience of blood tells everyone: dust is everywhere, and it is easy to be injured by mistake.

After a while, a man with a dignified appearance came and approached him: "Childe, are you playing a game?" ”

The martial arts competition is naturally very attractive, but what makes people even more attracted is this game.

There are two kinds of games, one is to bet on the winner or lose, and the odds are set by the banker; The other is to bet on the duration, which is more difficult to increase on the basis of winning or losing, but the multiplier is higher.

Ling Muyun didn't know much about the two of them, and he didn't have any gambling, but the dealer looked at his bulging package and refused to leave

In desperation, Ling Muyun took out a gold ingot, and let the dealer decide for himself as to the outcome or defeat.

Dealers have been in the casino for a long time, who hasn't seen it? It's the first time that you can decide whether you win or lose.

But he looked at the heavy gold ingot in his hand, showed a flattering smile, took the wooden card for recording, and asked tentatively, "Li Hui?" ”

"Yes! As soon as you look at the surname Li, you know that it is not simple! Ling Muyun nodded and pressed his handprint on the wooden plaque.

The dealer successfully took a big order, secretly rejoiced in his heart, flattered a few clichés such as high vision and wealth, and hurriedly went home.

Ling Muyun crossed Erlang's legs, boredly waiting for the two of them to enter the arena, and unconsciously, there were more people around him who didn't find a seat in the back row.

For a long time, the sound of the gong of "dang" quieted down the noisy martial arts arena.

Immediately afterwards, two people walked out of the field, one was dressed in a short shirt and carrying a long bow, and the other was in armor and holding a long sword.

"Dang!" Another gong sounded, and the contest began.

"I thought I had to talk a lot about it, the worst, and there was an opening sentence, who knows, it's really simple and direct! It's just that I can't tell who is Li Wei and who is Bai Zhen of these two people, hey, my gold ingot, I'm afraid I'm going to feed the dog. Ling Muyun muttered quietly.

"This son, whose name is Li Wei with a bow, claims to be the sixteenth grandson of the flying general Li Guang, and is called Bai Zhen with a sword, and is a descendant of King Baiba, and now the lord of Qiuzi City."

A man in white clothes and a white-crowned scholar took Ling Muyun's words, and after explaining it, he asked, "Where is Gongzi from?" Have you been deceived? ”

"Nope!" Ling Muyun turned his head to look at the man carefully, carrying Ji Qin on his back, his face was pale, not even a trace of blood, as if he was a dead person, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where is Gongzi from?" ”

"Yiyang Hou Ji Kuang! Courteous! ”

"Ji Kuang? Ji Kang, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, is ......" Ling Muyun was shocked and asked subconsciously.

"None other than the ancestors! What is your last name? ”

"Ling Muyun." In front of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, what to say about the Dingbei Ling Clan is just a humiliation: "Master Hou, can you recognize a lame old man, who is also a disciple of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest." ”

"It's obscene, it's good...... Good woman! Ling Muyun added eagerly.

According to Ling Gongzi's description, it is quite like a mountain Jane. However, he should have passed away in the sixth year of Yongjia. Ji Kuang continued: "The world is in turmoil, and after the Seven Sages, they are either far away from right and wrong, or they are their own masters, and the contact is not as good as before, and there may be people I don't know, and I don't know. ”

Cripple Nine looks old, but in fact he is just a sixtieth birthday, he has a disability, his characteristics are too obvious, and he is a descendant of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, so it stands to reason that he should belong to the category of "rare".

Could it be that the lame nine is really a mountain Jane?

As Ji Kuang said, isn't Lame Nine more than 130 years old?

Shaking his head, shaking out this unrealistic idea, Ling Muyun blamed Cripple Jiu's background on him lying at the time.

"Dredging the high-quality mountain Jane, you will never touch other people's breasts!"

"Ling Gongzi has seen Shan Jian?"

"No, I'm curious!" Ling Muyun didn't shake out the "glorious deeds" of the lame nine, and looked at the field.

Li Wei's last arrow was extremely powerful, and there was a faint sound of breaking through the sky, but after using it, the quiver was empty.

The long sword of the horse is thick and heavy, and the "stabbing and slashing" is in Bai Zhen's hands, but it is extremely light.

He pulled a sword flower, stabbed it with a clumsy stab, resisted the arrowhead, and retreated, leaving a ravine underground.

The arrow split in two, flew out from both sides of Bai Zhen's body, and landed suddenly.

"Li Wei lost, and I lost too." Ling Muyun saw that Li Wei had no back hand, and suddenly remembered his piece of gold ingot, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

"We don't know yet!"

Ji Kuang did have the demeanor of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, and without waiting for Ling Muyun to ask, he took care of himself as an explanation.

Li Wei practiced the family tradition of the flying general Li Guang "White Feather Crossing", and once flew across the weak water with an arrow volley, which was shocking.

It is also understood that Li Guang's self-created mastery "Northwest Look: Shooting the Sky Wolf", whether this arrow is worthy of a million divisions is not yet known, but it once relied on this arrow to retreat 3,000 soldiers and horses of the Qiang tribe, and it was once rumored to be a beautiful talk.