It's not scary to travel through a book, you can change your fate as a cannon fodder by yoursel

No one knows the details of how Mr. Weng visited the three major families in Shuncheng, but the result of the visit had already spread to all businesses, big and small. Overnight, Mr. Weng Xiaoxiao became famous in Shuncheng and became an idol of many people.

The outdoor venue was a new place for competition. Word spread quickly and more and more people came to visit, until the entire track was filled with people.

The chief steward of the Qiu family was afraid that something might happen, so he quickly asked the head of the family for instructions and transferred several groups of servants from other places to maintain order.

When Weng Xiaoxiao and others arrived, they received unprecedented attention and they were all stunned.

Chen Cheng knew a little bit about it and scratched his nose. "Weng Xiao, you are famous in Shuncheng. You are the first owner recognized by the two families. You have been spread all over the place. Most of them are here to see you."

She didn't want to be in the spotlight, and Weng Xiaoxiao showed a helpless expression.

"Brother Weng, there's a gambling game over there. I'm betting on you to win. I'm betting one thousand taels." Wang Mingchen came over with a smile, with the look of a gambler, without any trace of scholarly air.

"Brother Wang, you...ah, you've put me under so much pressure! I came here to have fun, but if you lose a thousand taels of silver, I'll be too ashamed to see you."

"Don't feel pressured. Of course, winning would be the best. I'm very optimistic about you!" He gave her two thumbs up as he said this.

"Thank you!" Weng Xiaoxiao said weakly.

Qiu Zhengchun, dressed in black, walked over closely with Wei Cong.

Wang Mingchen and Weng Xiaoxiao stopped talking and stepped forward to greet him.

"Master Qiu, can I go and familiarize myself with the venue first?"

This was a very reasonable request. He had tried it several times yesterday and had a lot of fun. Having an opponent to compete with would add to the fun. "Mr. Weng, please."

Weng Xiaoxiao said hello to a few people and left.

He led Liang Bin and others to walk around the venue, knowing the location and size of the obstacles, and did not take any unnecessary actions.

......

The competition hadn't started yet, and the idle crowd was chatting animatedly.

A: "The one walking with Patriarch Wang is Weng Xiao, right?"

B: "I haven't seen him, but it's probably true. They have a special relationship. It seems the rumors are true."

C: "It's not surprising that two young men have common topics. Master Wang doesn't like us rough guys, he only likes talented scholars."

Ding: "Don't be jealous. Look at the Weng family. They are already the guests of honor of the three families. They are chatting and laughing with the three family heads."

Wu: "Pah, what's the big deal? We are good businessmen but we can't beat a scholar. At his age, it's hard to say whether he is the boss or not!"

B: "All business dealings require the signature of the boss. Anyone who dares to forge something will only end up dead in Shuncheng."

Everyone nodded. They could be jealous, but no one dared to cheat. The last caravan that hired guns had disappeared without a trace.

Person A: "Have you placed your bets? Who will win?"

Everyone kept their mouths shut in response to this question. Master Weng was new, so he wasn't afraid of offending him, but Master Qiu couldn't afford to offend him. Even if someone was optimistic about Weng Xiao, they would only dare to quietly bet on him to win. It was not good to show off who you bet on, and making money quietly was the best way.

......

After checking out the venue, Weng Xiaoxiao found a secluded place backstage, took off her coat, and moved her wrists and ankles, making all the necessary preparations.

Wearing a green training suit, she looked tall and straight. Years of exercise had made Weng Xiaoxiao much taller than an average woman, almost 1.7 meters tall.

However, standing among a group of northern men, she looked like a weak scholar.

Everything was ready. Irrelevant personnel stepped back and two people, one black and one young, one strong and one weak, stood at the starting line at the same time.

"Brother, let's compete. Just for your idea, I will take your business. If you can beat me, the price will be negotiable."

Weng Xiaoxiao smiled and said that since they were going to compete, they should give it their all, as this was a sign of respect for both parties.

"Master Qiu is generous. Today's competition is just a competition. I will try my best and leave no regrets."

Qiu Zhengchun laughed twice and nodded at Wei Cong.

Wei Cong came to the starting line, holding a gong in one hand and a gavel in the other, and asked with a smile, "Are you two ready?"

"All right."

"it is good!"

When... a gong sounded, the competition signal was given...

At the same time, the two people at the starting line rushed out like arrows.

The competition began. The people outside the arena stopped making noise and stared at the two people in the arena.

The first few dozen feet were flat, without any obstacles, and they just ran, without using any skills. Qiu Zhengchun was tall, had long legs, and a big stride, while Weng Xiaoxiao's legs moved at a fast frequency, and for a while they were running side by side, evenly matched.

The first obstacle was the plum blossom pile. When the obstacle appeared in sight, Weng Xiaoxiao began to adjust her pace, reduce the frequency and slow down her speed.

There are two piles side by side, ensuring that two people can stand on them at the same time. The spacing between the piles in each row varies, some are three feet, some are four feet, and some are even five feet (one meter and three feet). The height of the piles is also different, but they are all around three feet, with little difference.

When she was almost there, Weng Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, jumped up, paused for a moment, breathed in and out, and then jumped over the plum blossom pile in one go like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Qiu Zhengchun had practiced hard skills, but he also had light body skills, so he was only slightly slower than Weng Xiaoxiao when he crossed over. However, when they reached the flat ground, this gap was quickly made up.

Thirty feet away is a deep pit, which is ten feet long. If you can't fly over it, you will fall into the pit. The pit is not very deep, so you won't get hurt if you fall in, but it will greatly slow down the speed of the competition.

Further on, there is a single-plank bridge and climbing over a high wall...all of which were modified by Weng Xiaoxiao based on military training subjects in later generations.

Simply running two miles is not a difficult task for martial artists, but crossing these obstacles is time-consuming, laborious, and mentally exhausting, and is quite difficult.

Qiu Zhengchun was stronger than Weng Xiaoxiao in terms of physical strength, but he could not compare with her in flexibility and endurance. By the time he crossed the last obstacle, he was already several feet behind Weng Xiaoxiao.

Weng Xiaoxiao's victory is in sight.

The contestants were concentrating fully, and the spectators were holding their breath.

But there was a man in the field with a gloomy expression, his fingers kept stroking the corners of his clothes. When his fingers stopped, he finally made a decision and secretly gave a look to his subordinates.

The subordinate understood and squeezed into the crowd silently, and casually threw a small stone, hitting Weng Xiaoxiao's knee exactly.

With a thud, Weng Xiaoxiao fell heavily to the ground.