The crescent moon lake in Moon Lake City covers an area of about ten acres, surrounded by all kinds of flannin flowers, different colors and sizes, although there are only fluff flowers, but there are many varieties, tall like dwarf trees, small ones like green grass, or fresh and elegant, or delicate and gorgeous, it can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming.

Many of the flannular flowers are mostly put in the flower house, and there are also ordinary people who spontaneously add them in order to be appreciated and exchange some gold and silver, which makes the shore of the Crescent Moon Lake a purple and red, and the flowers that compete for beauty are crowded with people from all walks of life, including richly dressed dignitaries, elegant literati and artists, and residents with different costumes.

The poetic Yashi was just about to revel in a song for the ages, but the inadvertent push of others disturbed the interest, and became speechless, and then the angry faces of the two sides were red.

And the entourage of dignitaries and dignitaries led a group of people, opening the way in front and pushing away pedestrians, and for a while they complained everywhere, chickens and dogs jumped. The sound of 'poofing' falling into the water is endless, thinking that tourists have lost their footing and fallen into the crescent moon lake.

The boats on the Crescent Moon Lake are floating, there is the sound of the piano flute, the lake water is clear, the blue waves are rippling, the canopy boat is either singing and fluttering, or the book and chess game, and the red lanterns hanging high are swaying and looking forward to the night.

Whether it is poetry, noisy, stroking the qin, or playing games, this has nothing to do with Yang Qing, at this time he is irritable, the first time he experienced the scene of this person crowding and pushing people, he couldn't help but be in a hurry, whether it was a woman or a girl who had not left the cabinet, they all ran to the street, how could there be the virtuous and dignified in the past, and how could there be a man and woman who could not kiss each other, at this moment, the shoes on his feet were already a layer of footprints, and the samurai suit on his body was also ravaged and full of folds.

Rao is Yang Qing has a gentle temperament, and at this time he is also irritable and wants to reach out to push it, coupled with Yu Yashan's wife chattering in the ear, he is even more impatient in his heart, if he hadn't promised it in advance, he would have left with his sleeves and left in a quiet place.

You pushed me, and finally came to the shore of Wanyue Lake, but Yu Yashan and his wife had a disagreement, one shouted to enjoy the flowers, and the other was to watch the selection of flowers.

A middle-aged woman wearing a big red chest and a cumbersome skirt looks like an old bustard, waving a silk silk in her hand and introducing it diligently, and behind her ten women with different clothes and hair buns and headdresses, or all kinds of amorous styles, or fresh and refined, or shy, or downright generous, the old bustard showed off his posture, and then twisted his plump buttocks and walked off the stage, and the women smiled and walked into the backstage with small steps.

There was only one woman in the green skirt left on stage, smiling lightly, and she wanted to show her talent.

The audience is full of heads, I can't count how many there are, seeing the scene on the stage, there are whistles and ridicule......

Seeing this, how could Yu Yashan take care of the's mother-in-law, who had a big belly, and didn't have time to wipe the sweat of her wet clothes, she raised her head and watched, and her body was squeezing hard.

Yang Qing was annoyed when he saw Yu Yashan and his wife like this, and he was about to return immediately.

"Get out of the way!"

A cold shout sounded in his ears, and then a large force hit Yang Qing's body.

Yang Qing didn't pay attention to his side, he was pushed by this force, his heart tightened, his body didn't move at all, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was a young man dressed as a guard, and he shook his hand and beat it out.

If Yang Qing is an ordinary person, this guard will definitely come to gnaw on the mud when he pushes it.

My heart was originally annoyed, but I didn't hesitate in my hand, grabbed the arm that was still pushing on my body, and took it hard.

"Ahh

The guards were caught off guard, and fell directly to the ground, stumbling under the feet of the bystanders.

"Look for death!"

The guard's face turned red with annoyance, and his mouth was threatening, and he struggled to get to his feet.

"Peng!"

Yang Qing's face turned cold, he raised his foot and exerted his strength, and stepped on the guard to the ground again.

"Hmph, the guards who dare to hit me, I see that you are really impatient," said a middle-aged man in a fancy costume with a purple jade wrench.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The middle-aged man had a white face and beard, a long face and thin lips, and the seven or eight guards guarding his side pushed and drove passers-by to make room for a vacant lot.

The open space was vacated, and a half-hundred-year-old guard stood expressionlessly behind the middle-aged man with a long sword with a sheath, looking at Yang Qing.

The guards who were trampled under his feet were still struggling, and the strength of Yang Qing's feet was unabated, making it difficult for him to break free.

"Rubbish!" the middle-aged man reprimanded angrily at the guards who were trampled underfoot.

Yang Qing looked at everyone coldly, raised his feet, let go of the young guard, and then turned around to leave.

"Let's go, it's too simple," the middle-aged man sneered at the corner of his mouth, his face sneered, and said disdainfully, lowering his head and fiddling with the purple jade wrench in his hand.

Yang Qing retracted his steps, turned around, and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

The middle-aged man didn't raise his head, stroked the purple jade wrench repeatedly, didn't speak, and waved his hand slightly at the older guard next to him.

"Since they are all walking the rivers and lakes, then follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, compare and contrast in the ring, and win and lose in the highs and lows" The old guard stepped forward, and the deep opening of the mountain pattern on his forehead moved, and said lightly.

Yang Qing twitched his eyelids and looked up and down, this guard looked shrewd and capable, in his fifties, his waist was straight and there was no trace of rickets, he couldn't see the level of cultivation from his appearance, although he didn't know what his strength was, he was not afraid, and shouted loudly, "Accompany him to the end!"

The quarrel between Yang Qing and the middle-aged man only caused a small commotion, and the pedestrians who were a little farther away could glance at the scenery next to them.

Not far from the stage where the Oiran was selected, that is, fifteen or sixteen zhang away, there was a ring, which was the flower party today, and there were also samurai in the competition, but there were very few people who could watch, and most of them stood in a position to watch the beautiful and delicious and pleasing Oiran selection.

Yang Qing walked to the ring through the narrow gap in the crowd with a calm face, and the middle-aged man had guards to open the way and walked smoothly, but it caused more dissatisfaction and low cursing, but he didn't want to cause conflict for this matter.

And the middle-aged guard's competition with others also spread among the crowd, and those dissatisfied passers-by had the idea of relieving their anger, and rushed to the ring, which was originally just a small fight, but it became known to everyone for a while.

This ring is a whole rock polished into a five-foot high, five-zhang long and wide stone platform, the surface is rough and flat, Yang Qing's face is cold, he jumped lightly, and stood firmly on the ring, and then the sword-wielding guard, his toes lightly touched the ground, and he did not make a sound when he landed on the ring.

The crowd in the ring that stopped to watch the Oiran consciously gave up the ring and left it with the two of them.

At this time, the ring was already full of people, men, women and children, all holding their heads high and waiting for the two to fight, at this time, the middle-aged heart slowly walked into the ring, glanced at the onlookers out of the corner of his eyes, and then slowly turned to look at Yang Qing and the others.

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, looking leisurely, as if walking in his back garden, and slowly said, "The competition in the ring can't hurt people's lives, this can't help but make people boring, and it's not fun compared to the past." ”

"If you have something to say, if you have a fart, go down and put it down!" Yang Qing didn't bother to look at him, and said in a cold tone. "If you want to do it yourself, I'll take it"

"Hey, a layman is a layman" The middle-aged man smacked his lips, with a look of contempt, and the purple jade wrench fingers were kept on his chest and fiddled, afraid that people would not see it. Then he said, "Well, fill in the lottery, and I will make a bet of 1,000 taels of silver, and if you win, the silver will be yours." ”

"If you lose, this thousand taels will be given to the Oiran of the Yanyu Building as a congratulatory gift" The middle-aged man took out a silver ticket of one thousand taels and shook it around, his tone generous.

The middle-aged man's voice was very loud, even the stage where the Oiran was chosen could be heard, and when the old bustard in the Yanyu Building heard this, he looked surprised, nodded at the middle-aged Yaoyao and thanked him, and then threw an eyebrow.

The noise under the ring and under the stage decreased, obviously shocked by this throw, the woman who was originally playing the piano stopped, paused to choose the oiran, and looked at the ring where three people stood not far away.

The middle-aged man looked proud, quite enjoying the feeling of being in the limelight, and the smile in the corner of his eyes grew thicker and thicker, looking at Yang Qing and saying again, "I gave a thousand taels of silver, you can't empty the gloves of the white wolf, so let's say it, so let's do it, you only need to take out ten taels of silver as a bet."

Yang Qing ignored it, still didn't turn his head, and said coldly, "It's over?"

The middle-aged man's smug smile froze, and his anger gradually appeared, and then he laughed and said, "I won't even have ten taels of silver, I'm still afraid of losing the competition, haha, don't care, don't be ashamed, don't be ashamed."

As soon as the middle-aged man said this, there was a lot of discussion in the ring and under the stage, pointing at Yang Qing, saying, 'I'm afraid of losing, I'll try a fart, hurry up and go home and ride the threshold', 'The poor boy still dares to make trouble, there is something wrong with his head'......

Yang Qing was puzzled when he was angry, what did he have to do with the onlookers if he didn't place a bet?

The discussion became louder and louder, and he no longer cared about whether Yang Qing could hear it, and the old bustard of the Yanyu Building trembled with laughter.

Rolling his eyes, he glanced at the middle-aged man who was unusually proud, and then looked at the sword-wielding guard who was still expressionless, and listened to the noisy discussion, Yang Qing said coldly, "I'll press a spirit stone"

With his hands casually brushed over his chest, a milky white crystal with a slightly larger finger appeared between his fingers, shining in the sunlight with a bright light.

When the spirit stone appeared between the two fingers, the sword-wielding guard's expressionless face was full of surprise, and his eyes were round, staring at it for a moment, as if he was about to bite it and swallow it.

Among the onlookers in the audience, there were expressions of surprise, surprise, and greed, obviously there were not a few people who knew about the spirit stone here, and there were even monks who had cultivated quite deeply.

Most of the people were puzzled and puzzled, and some of them were sneering, not thinking that this small gem called 'spirit stone' would be worth a thousand taels of silver.

When Yang Qing said this, there were more onlookers, that is, the ten singers in the Yanyu Building all looked forward to watching, with different faces.

"Lingshi, what's it, haven't heard of it!" said the middle-aged man sneeringly, the purple jade wrench couldn't help but raise his fingers higher, and the smug look on his face was even stronger.