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Chapter 164

The voice fell.

There was silence in the square.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I don't know how long it took, but still no one left.

Ren Pingsheng looked around for a week, feeling a little moved in his heart, and a line of poem could not help appearing in his mind... How can it be avoided because of misfortune and good fortune!

Seeing that no one left, Emperor Zhaowu also showed relief, looked at Wang Zheng, and ordered: "Wang Zheng, tell them the rules of the competition."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Wang Zheng saluted respectfully, turned his head to look at the crowd, his pale and beardless face rarely showed a serious look: "The two sides of the competition each sent nine monks to participate in the competition, and their cultivation level should not be higher than the fourth rank before entering the field. After entering the field, they will compete in turn. In the end, the winner continues, defeating all the monks of the opponent is the victory of the competition..."

First, the basic rules are briefly explained, and then the specific rules are described in detail.

Including what magic weapon can be used, whether to call helpers, etc.

He said it three times in a row, and after everyone understood it, he said slowly: "Today's competition is to select the seven who are the strongest in actual combat. With the Holy Spirit, you can go all out and don't have to worry about your lives. .

Everyone rests for a while, and then competes with each other according to the rules just now. "

As soon as this word comes out.

Everyone was startled.

"Seven?"

"Shouldn't it be nine people?"

Just when they thought Wang Zheng made a slip of the tongue.

He looked around for a week, fixed his gaze on Ren Pingsheng and Mu Rou, and said calmly, "Ren Pingsheng, son of Zhenbei Prince, and Mu Rou of Tianshifu, don't need to participate in the selection, just wait quietly for the competition with the demon clan in seven days."

As soon as this word comes out.

The gazes of thirty or so Tianjiao all fell on the two of them.

Even the little green tea next to the two of them was like this, with curiosity and doubt in their eyes.

Fighting with the Yaozu is a fight with life.

It is not easy to survive.

It's good to win the competition, maybe it will go down in history.

But in case of losing the competition, it will be infamous forever.

No matter how you look at it, this is not a good job.

thus.

The crowd didn't have too many criticisms about these two "cheaters", they were just curious about what specialties they had, and they would be directly selected by the emperor.

In fact.

They were not the only ones who were curious, Ren Pingsheng was also curious about why the emperor chose him.

Mu Rou will not say anything for now.

Let’s just talk about myself, as the only seventh-rank among the people present, there is nothing else worth caring about except for his strong actual combat ability.

Wouldn't it be that the emperor thought that he had won the contest with Ye Xuan, and thought that when it came time to fight to the death, he could win as well?
Or... What secrets are hidden in him, which he doesn't know, but the emperor knows?
After thinking for a long time, there is no answer.

Ren Pingsheng simply stopped thinking about it, looked at Jiang Chuyue who was beside him, reached out and patted her small head, and said half-jokingly: "It will save some effort later, if you are really selected, it depends on what you will do."

Jiang Chuyue turned her head to look at him, raised her brows, and smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Is your son caring about him?"

Ren Pingsheng said indifferently: "This son is afraid that something will happen to you, and no one will take care of Chang An."

"..."

Jiang Chuyue was startled, and the smile froze on her face.

After a few breaths, tears gradually accumulated in her eye sockets, her eyelashes were wet with teardrops, her body trembled slightly, and she said in a crying voice: "Could it be that someone's life is so contemptible in the eyes of the prince, even worth nothing?"

The sobs in his voice made Ren Pingsheng's heart tremble.

"Little Green Tea, is this serious?"

He subconsciously reached out to wipe away her tears, gently kneaded her smooth and tender face, and coaxed softly: "Just kidding, Miss Chuyue is so beautiful and well-behaved, how can I be willing to..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Jiang Chuyue's pretty face blushing, and a hint of cunning flashed in her bright and bright eyes.

"..."

Ren Pingsheng seemed to have been punched in the throat, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Why don't you talk about it, the son, I can't bear to let others..."

Jiang Chuyue raised her head slightly, looked at Ren Pingsheng with wet eyes, her voice trembled, and she was very pitiful.

Ren Pingsheng squeezed her face vigorously: "I can't bear to let you die."

"Wuuu... the son is lighter, it hurts so much."

Jiang Chuyue let out a sob and said pitifully.

With a soft and contrived tone, those who didn't know it thought that Ren Pingsheng had done something to her.

Ren Pingsheng was speechless for a while, and simply withdrew his hand, turned his face away, and ignored her.

Followed by.

He felt a delicate body in his arms.

Looking down, it was Jiang Chuyue.

"My son, I'm going to die soon, why can't you be gentle with me..."

"No."

Ren Pingsheng refused very decisively.

Jiang Chuyue immediately put on a pitiful look: "Woooo..."

Ren Pingsheng didn't bother to pay attention to her and looked forward.

There.

A pair of Tianjiao has already started to compete.

It could be seen that both of them were going all out and did not hold back at all.

After a stick of incense.

The sword edge of one of them was about to cut the throat of the other.

In the nick of time.

Wang Zheng made a sudden move and saved the other person.

So far, the first competition is over.

Next, it was the same for several consecutive competitions.

No one deliberately kept their hands because they were worried about their reputation and their lives. They were all within the rules and tried their best to compete for a place to represent Da Zhou.

In a blink of an eye.

It was time for Jiang Chuyue to play.

Ren Pingsheng hesitated for a moment, but lowered his voice and said, "If you lose, you will be full of candied haws from now on."

Jiang Chuyue paused and turned to look at him.

Seeing his serious face, with a smile on his face, he said softly: "Apart from candied haws, is there any other reward for the prince?"

Ren Pingsheng said angrily: "If you lose the competition, what reward do you need?"

Jiang Chuyue said: "Then they should find a way to win..."

After a few seconds of silence, Ren Pingsheng said: "If you lose, I promise you one request."

Jiang Chuyue's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "If a gentleman says a word, it's hard to chase after a horse."

"My son is not allowed to play tricks!"

Jiang Chuyue looked at Mu Rou who was at the side, and raised her eyebrows: "Miss Mu heard it too, and she will testify to others later."

Mu Rou hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Jiang Chuyue's eyes were shining brightly, and her delicate face was flushed red with excitement, as if smudged with red clouds.

"That person has gone."

After finishing speaking, he no longer hesitated, turned around and walked towards the competition venue.

Mu Rou watched her go forward, looked at Ren Pingsheng, and asked, "Why doesn't Mr. Ren want Miss Jiang to win the competition?"

Ren Pingsheng said indifferently: "I don't want her to die, that's all."

said with no exaggeration.

The competition with the Yaozu is related to the fate of the country.

Every monk on the stage must have the idea of ​​mortal death, go all out, and fight to the death.

If it weren't for this, if you were lucky enough to survive, you would be cast aside by the people of the world.

Although sometimes I feel that Little Green Tea is very annoying, but when it comes to the critical moment, I really feel distressed, and I don't want her to take this muddy water.

Mu Rou was stunned for a few seconds, and asked half-jokingly, "If I hadn't been chosen by His Majesty, would Mr. Ren hinder me like this?"

Ren Pingsheng said casually: "Yes."

Mu Rou blinked, and asked curiously: "Could it be that in Mr. Ren's heart, Miss Jiang and I are more important than the lives of thousands of innocent people?"

Ren Pingsheng turned his head to look at her, and replied: "I am selfish by nature, I don't want to see people I know die, that's all."

The implication is that I haven't thought about this problem, and I don't want to think about it.

"..."

Mu Rou fell silent and stopped asking questions.

the other side.

Jiang Chuyue's competition officially began.

Ren Pingsheng turned his head to look.

I saw Little Green Tea, who had been pretending to be weak and pitiful, suddenly turned into a beast in human form and rushed towards the opponent.

When the slender hands are clenched together, bang bang is two punches.

A muffled sound was heard.

The opponent flew upside down and hit the ground heavily, splashing a burst of smoke and dust.

"Who is this person, who looks so delicate, but fights so fiercely?!"

"I have never seen this girl's ways before. She seems to be a martial artist, but also a Taoist priest. It's strange, really strange..."

"This level of strength should also be able to secure a top seven seat."

"There is no such person in the top [-] of the Tianjiao list, the master is in the mountains, it is true."

Everyone witnessed the scene in front of them, their pupils narrowed slightly, and there was a lot of discussion.

The corners of Ren Pingsheng's eyes twitched as he looked at Jiang Chuyue who was still making moves.

He couldn't believe it.

On weekdays, he is pretentious, likes to pretend to be weak, pitiful, and scheming, but Little Green Tea is so tough.

Looking at the opponent who is tired of parrying.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but see the image of himself meeting the little green messenger in his dream.

When I held her down and whipped her, she didn't resist at all, instead she was very pitiful.

I thought that she mainly cultivated the primordial spirit, but who would have thought that her real strength is punching and kicking.

"Hidden enough..."

Ren Pingsheng sighed in his heart.

After a stick of incense.

Jiang Chuyue won easily and returned to Ren Pingsheng's side.

With slender hands hanging down his waist, he pinched the corner of his clothes helplessly, lowered his head, and looked cowardly as if he was afraid of punishment after doing something wrong, and his voice trembled slightly: "My lord, I didn't want to win at first, who would have thought that he was so weak It's unbearable, even the small fists of others can't stop..."

You almost knocked out his brains!

Also called little fist?
The corner of Ren Pingsheng's mouth twitched, and he was speechless for a while.

See him not talking.

Jiang Chuyue raised her head slightly, her eyes were reddish, and she looked so pitiful, I felt pity: "Your Majesty won't be angry with others..."

Ren Pingsheng opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Seeing her lower her head again, she said in a trembling voice: "I know I'm wrong, after I go back, the prince can punish him at will, just ask the prince not to be angry, okay?"

Ren Pingsheng wanted to say: "Can you stop disgusting me."

But thinking of her winning the opponent, it is very likely that she will be chosen by the emperor.

The original words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out, so he sighed helplessly after a long while: "Why bother to take this muddy water."

Jiang Chuyue was silent for a few seconds when she heard the words, and suddenly became serious: "If the son can go, why can't others?"

Ren Pingsheng said: "If His Majesty hadn't chosen me, you think I would..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chuyue interrupted: "It's not too late for the son to reject His Majesty now."

Ren Pingsheng's voice stopped abruptly, and he was speechless for a long time.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Chuyue leaned close to him, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, don't worry about him, when the time comes, if you really can't beat him, he will admit defeat..."

Getting along for nearly a year.

Ren Pingsheng has realized a truth, that is, anyone can believe what they say, except for this little green tea.

"If she wants to wade into the muddy water, let her do it. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. At worst, I can find another maid for Chang An."

He slandered in his heart, stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder, pushed her back, and said angrily: "Everyone, don't get too close to this son, it's easy to be misunderstood."

"..."

Jiang Chuyue was slightly taken aback, then pouted her lips, and snorted: "My son is so boring..."

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at the competition venue in front of him, and stopped talking as if angry.

Before the Qing Palace.

Emperor Zhaowu looked at Ren Pingsheng, and then at Jiang Chuyue who was next to him, and Mu Rou who was not far away, frowning slightly.

I wanted to say something, but hesitated for a few seconds, and remained silent.

Withdrawing his eyes, he looked at the competition venue, and said silently in his heart: "Out of sight, out of mind."

Selection continues.

Two hours later.

Including Jiang Chuyue, the seven Tianjiao who represented the Great Zhou in the battle against the Yaozu were all selected.

Emperor Zhaowu, with a majestic figure, looked around and was about to speak.

Before he could open his mouth, he saw one of the monks who were not selected walk out.

Walking steadily, he came to the steps, saluted solemnly, and said every word: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty... please fight!"

The voice fell.

Everyone was startled.

Then, the eyes focused on him, with doubts and incomprehension.

Seven monks have been selected.

Why is he still asking for a fight?
Could it be that someone felt that someone was invincible just now?
Emperor Zhaowu looked at him with a serious expression, and said in a deep voice: "The seven candidates have already fallen to the ground, so you step back."

The young man didn't back down, but straightened up, and said seriously: "I have an ancestral exercise, which can only be used once in a lifetime, during which the strength will increase greatly, and after the end, it will die of exhaustion.

In the competition just now, although I lost, I can be sure that if I use that technique, I will never lose to anyone present! "

As soon as this word comes out.

There was silence all around.

Immediately afterwards, there was a whispering sound.

No one doubted his words.

After all, unless he is an undercover agent buried in Dazhou by the Yaozu, there is no need to compete to play and do such a thankless thing.

"This person is determined to die and wants to play."

Realize this.

There was a touch of respect in the eyes of everyone looking at him.

Emperor Zhaowu fell silent when he heard the words, and he didn't refuse, but he didn't agree either.

at this time.

The young man continued: "I am the queen of Jing'an. In the great battle a hundred years ago, my great-great-grandfather died for the country with this technique. I wish to go back to my great-grandfather for your Majesty, for the court, and for me. Thousands of people in Great Zhou, do your best!"

After finishing speaking, Emperor Zhaowu still hesitated.

He raised his voice and shouted loudly: "If the minister's life can be exchanged for 20 years of peace in Dazhou, the minister will also be smiling!

I implore Your Majesty to agree to the minister and allow the minister to fight for the court! "

Word by word, sonorous and powerful.

The high-pitched voice echoed in front of the Qianqing Palace.

After a long time.

Emperor Zhaowu looked up at him, expressionless, and slowly uttered a word: "Quite!"

(End of this chapter)