The strongest collapse system

Chapter 710
Hong Yi walked out of the tribute courtyard with a basket in his hand, relaxed and calm, giving the impression that he had done well in the exam.

This is very hateful, but no one stepped forward to provoke him. After all, such a person may soon become a master of Juren, so there is no need to offend him for no reason.

Hong Yi first went to the street opposite the Gongyuan, spent [-] Wen, and ordered a bowl of steaming beef noodles, as long as the beef is not noodles.

He picked up a piece of beef and chewed it, feeling the toughness of the meat and the deliciousness of the sauce, while drinking the noodle soup, very happy.

After finishing a bowl of beef noodles, sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

With the sweat pouring out, all the pressure of the three nine-day and six-night exams was released, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and it was extremely comfortable.

"Go back later!" Hong Yi thought to himself

After all, Xishan Valley is a bit deserted. I didn't feel it when I was studying hard, but now that I have finished the provincial examination, Hong Yi wants to spend more time in Yujing City.

It was slightly cold in late autumn, the ground on both sides was covered with fallen leaves, and it was getting late. However, Yujing City was extremely lively, with traffic and pedestrians.

After all, it is the capital of the Dagan Dynasty, and the weather is extraordinary.

Hong Yi wandered around aimlessly and unknowingly came to the most lively overpass area in Yujing City.

In the Tianqiao area, there are sellers of snacks, storytellers and singers, jugglers, fire-breathing, fortune-telling and word-telling, fire-breathing gravel, monkey wrestling, circus performers, martial arts performers, sellers of Dabu pills and plasters, and antiques There are cultural relics, calligraphy, painting and books, stone betting and stone cutting, sugar blowing, dart shooting and lottery...there are so many things to see.

"Good! Good!"

While Hong Yi was wandering around, a group of people in front of him suddenly gave a loud applause.

This group of people formed a big circle, and nothing could get through. In the circle, only the whistling wind, the little girl's coquettish drink, and bursts of applause from the onlookers were heard.

"Something's wrong..." Hong Yi could not help being curious and squeezed into the crowd when he heard the whistling noise.

After a while, relying on his own martial arts, he squeezed to the innermost circle.

The people around him originally wanted to get angry, but felt the power coming from the other party and became quiet again.

"This..." Hong Yi entered inside and was shocked when he saw the situation in the middle of the circle.

It turned out that there were three people performing martial arts in the middle of the circle, and they were not ordinary ostentation, but had real kung fu.

The three are an old man, a strong man, and a little girl.

The old man squatted on the ground and smoked a dry pipe. The dry pipe was ridiculously big and black all over. It was actually made of pure iron. At this moment, the tobacco sparks in the pipe were shining brightly. , with a tired look on his face, probably because he had just performed and was very tired.

The strong man looks like an iron tower, holding an iron rod thicker than a teacup and taller than a person in his hand. Gotta spin around.

"What a strong force!" Hong Yi was surprised, "This strong man's arms may have a strength of seven to eight hundred kilograms."

Hong Yi looked at the last little girl.

This little girl, with a powdery face, looks about eleven or twelve years old, is wearing a red dress, is dirty, has a dusty smell, obviously life is not good.

"It's a bit like Xiao Sang and the others." Hong Yi thought of the three little foxes.

"what!"

The surrounding crowd screamed.

It turned out that the strong man in the field suddenly raised the iron rod and threw it at the little girl. When the iron rod was swung, the sound of the wind was very loud, like the whining of a monster. Ten steps away, everyone was frightened.

With this stick, even a buffalo will be beaten to death with one stick!
Not to mention a delicate little girl.

Just when the iron rod was approaching and everyone was on tenterhooks, the little girl suddenly jumped up, her body stepped on the iron rod like a butterfly, floated up, and danced gracefully.

The big man retracted his stick and swept out again, the little girl jumped again and stepped on the iron stick, so light that she seemed to have no weight at all.

All of this stunned everyone, followed by applause that shook the sky.

Inside the door to see the door, the layman to watch the fun.

"It turned out to be the 'Ape Demon Mixing God Stick' from Zhongzhou Dachan Temple and the 'Butterfly Dance Boxing Technique' from Yunmeng Xuantian Pavilion. How could they do it?" Hong Yi was puzzled.

The strong man and the little girl performed more than 30 rounds, and finally stopped due to exhaustion.

The little girl jumped off the iron rod, and the strong man retracted the iron rod, and poked the ground hard, making a crisp sound of "Dang".

"The rich hold a money market..." The old man smoking a pipe stood up at this moment, holding a copper basin, and begged for rewards from the surrounding crowd.

Whoa!

When the people around him saw this posture, most of them dispersed. Only a few well-dressed people threw out a few large coins.

The old man and the strong man looked at the few copper coins on the ground, and stood there with a dull smile on their faces.

Only the little girl took a few steps forward, squatted on the ground, and picked up all the copper coins one by one: "Eighteen coins are not enough to stay in the store, grandpa, we are going to sleep in the Town God's Temple again today." .”

The little girl's voice was crisp and clear, with unconcealable disappointment, which touched Hong Yi's heartstrings.

Hong Yi touched his pocket, there were three red gold coins, two gold cakes, and a few taels of silver. He was about to throw them into the copper basin, but he stopped suddenly.

He looked at the noisy crowd around him, hesitated for a while, and finally took out two pieces of broken silver, stepped forward, and put them into the copper basin.

Jingle!Jingle!
A crisp voice sounded, startling the three performers.

The three of them looked at the broken silver in the copper basin, then looked up at Hong Yi, their eyes flashed with astonishment, the three of them traveled all over the country for a long time, but it was the first time they encountered such a high-ranking guest.

"May I ask you your surname?" The old man hesitated for a moment, and hurried forward, putting the money in his arms, blocking the greedy eyes of others.

"Miangui's surname is Hong, and the single name is Yi." Hong Yi said.

"It turns out that he is Young Master Hong Yi from Wuwen Marquis Mansion. For such kindness, please accept the little old man's respect. Tiezhu, Xiao Mu, you also come up to pay homage." When the old man heard Hong Yi's name, his eyes lit up and he immediately called out to the strong man. Come over with the little girl to salute.

"You know me?" Hong Yi frowned slightly.

"Naturally, Young Master Hong is now famous in the entire Yujing City. Who doesn't know, who doesn't know?" The old man looked respectful, as if he was not facing a scholar, but a court official. Considering that Mr. Hong is dressed so simply and travels without any entourage, he really has the ancient style of a celebrity."

When Hong Yi heard the old man's words, his heart skipped a beat, feeling strange that he couldn't express.

"Although I was born in the Marquis of Wuwen's Mansion, I'm just a bastard, so how can I be famous?" Hong Yi tentatively asked.

"Young Master Hong is really humble, even if he is about to become the son-in-law of the Kamikaze Kingdom..." the old man laughed.

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Hong Yi.

"What do you say?"

Hong Yi was shocked.

(End of this chapter)