The three of them gossiped for a while, and Luo Neruo smiled and said, "What does the teacher mean is to let the junior brother go out for some training?"

"That's right," Asurin nodded, and then commanded without question, "I'll leave this matter to you, no problem, right?"

"Good. "If Rogne thinks about it for a while, he will accept it. Glancing at the maid Meiji next to him, he said with vigor, "It just so happens that Her Royal Highness the eldest princess ordered me to find a martial arts master and go to the Herseus Valley to carry out a mission, so it's better to let the junior brother go." ”

"The Herseus Valley?" asked Asurin, in the same voice, "is there a danger to his life?"

Roniero nodded slowly. He could see that the teacher was still quite concerned about Mastur.

"That's great," Asurin suddenly laughed, "Only the tempering between life and death can forge a peerless sword." ”

The two replied to each other by transmission, and Mastur was bored and went to lean on the railing to watch the song and dance. At the time of the palm lamp, the show was about to be staged, accompanied by the cheers one after another, a woman in red with beautiful eyebrows and a bewitching figure stepped onto the stage.

"A jewel from Setstian, the pearl of the desert, Yukali!" the voice of the caller was clear, between men and women, and it was supposed to be a teenager who had been emasculated early.

The dancing girl spread back, making way for space. Amid the sound of the music, the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, and only a beam of light remained that hit Yukali.

The woman in red writhed, and the bright rhythm spread from her waist to her whole body. The desert people have always been good at singing and dancing, and onlookers seem to be able to feel the soft and boneless texture from their every move.

"Good!" After the dance, the lights came back on, and the applause rang out. Mastur clapped his hands repeatedly, his gaze wandering between Yukari's waist and hips. As a veteran of Hualin, he has long abandoned the superficial cognition of looking at people and looking at faces first.

Moreover, the woman in red had a light veil on her face, only revealing her smart eyebrows, and when she glanced at her, it made people feel numb.

"Yukali Spring Festival overnight. The highest bidder wins. A handsome young man in a ceremonial dress circled the venue and announced loudly. When the drunken guests heard this, their hearts were itching, and they threw out silver coins one after another, and soon pushed the price to two thousand silver coins.

"The distinguished guest of the sixth private room, bid two thousand silver coins," the young man of the roll call. Castrated since childhood, he is a professionally trained master of ceremonies, and it is obvious that he also wants to add another fire, "If no one continues to bid, the first night of the Yukhali will be his own." ”

There was another commotion, in a room on the second floor. A hoarse voice sounded, "I'll give out three hundred gold coins!" in the Buyada Empire. The ratio between gold and silver coins was ten to one, and he pushed the price up by 30% in one fell swoop.

In the flower hall, a ribbon was pulled out of each compartment and attached to the pillars of the stage. The bidder places the silver in the basket and pushes it gently. It slid down obliquely, and the steward was statistically identified.

"Three hundred gold coins, the distinguished guest of the ninth private room, bid three hundred gold coins!" the master of ceremonies screamed exaggeratedly, but it was indeed a very high price. At least an ordinary family can't spend so much on food and clothing throughout the year.

"Send me this chick. Seeing that no one was bidding again, someone in room nine shouted. When Mastur took a look, he saw a big man dressed as a merchant, with an ugly appearance and a fleshy face.

This guy had no intention of hiding his identity, half of his body was leaning outside, looking at Yukali with squinting eyes, almost drooling.

The woman in red secretly glanced at him, and couldn't help but tremble slightly. Although she is charming, she has been trained for many years, and Yukari is still a virgin after all, so she will inevitably feel fear, and even a little self-pity.

This subtle change in expression was almost unnoticeable in the field. Only the sharp-eyed Mastur noticed it, and a feeling of pity welled up in his heart, and when he saw that the master of ceremonies was about to make a decision, he opened his mouth to stop him, "Wait!"

"The distinguished guest of the No. 1 private room, do you still want to bid?" someone bid, and the master of ceremonies was secretly happy in his heart, but he could get a cut from it.

"Out, of course. With a roll of his eyes, Mastur threw down all the gold leaves he had received from Ronero. He studied under the sword saint Asurin, and he was perfect for the control of energy, seven or eight gold leaves, crossed a strange arc, and finally stacked them neatly together, which was breathtaking.

There was an exclamation from all around, only a martial artist above the high level could do it so skillfully. But soon, the steward here reacted from his surprise, stepped forward to take a look, and then whispered a few words to the master of ceremonies.

The master of ceremonies cleared his throat and said as politely as possible, "Your guest is clever in rewarding Miss Yukali with eight gold leaves, worth fifty-six gold coins, do you want to continue to add more?"

"So worthless?" Mastur frowned, seeing that all the guests in the hall were looking at him, he couldn't get off the stage for a while, so he had to turn around and ask, "Old man, do you have any money with you?"

"Didn't bring it!" Asurin was munching on the case, without raising his head, and replied bluntly.

The other guests, seeing that he had not answered for a long time, had already begun to laugh, and Mastur's face was hot, and he turned to Ronero pitifully, asking for help, "Senior brother, raise your senior brother's hand." ”

"What's going on?" Ronie walked up to him, looked down at the railing, and saw that the room full of guests was pointing at him, and many of them were sneering. They hadn't seen each other for many years, and they talked very happily, but they didn't know that Masteul was jealous of others.

"It's too late to elaborate," Mastur urged, "Senior brother, quickly take out the money on your body, otherwise we will lose the face of our 'Sword Saint' sect." ”

"Will it be?" asked Ronello in confusion, but he reached into his arms and dug it out, but found nothing. He rarely carries money with him, and those few gold leaves are specially prepared because he wants to reward people.

"Senior brother, you won't run out of money, will you?" Masteul looked at him suspiciously, and sighed in disbelief, "How did I hear that you are the famous duke family master, the kind of ...... under one person and above ten thousand"

While speaking, the master of ceremonies couldn't wait, and raised his voice again, "Do you want to continue to increase the price of the distinguished guests in the No. 1 private room?"

"I think he's shy. Someone laughed. The big fat man in room nine snorted even more, "I don't have any money to charge anything, hurry up and send that chick to Ye, if you beg me, maybe after you finish playing, you can still drink two soups." ”

In order to ensure the privacy of the guests, Roniero walked on the side stairs and was not seen by many people. When everyone saw that Mastur was a fresh face and had no fear, they immediately burst into laughter. The so-called upper class society is like this, if you can't squeeze into that circle, you will only be humiliated. In the eyes of these giant merchants and aristocrats, the warrior is just a lackey who cares for the house, and unless he has reached a particularly advanced level, he does not have to look at each other squarely.

But they didn't know that the three people in the No. 1 private room had a martial arts realm that could be described as "unfathomable".

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Another update.) ）