The prince gave me a bamboo horse

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

A quick knock on the door.

Ming Huaiyan tidied up the table and got up, staggered a bit, his hands and feet were a little stiff after he kept moving for a long time.

"Yuan'er!" Opening the door, he saw Wen Xingyuan standing outside the door wearing a cloak and pulling his shoes, the hem of his clothes was blown by the wind, "Come in!"

Ming Huaiyan pulled Wen Xingyuan in, touched his hands a little cold, "What's the matter?" asked while picking up Wen Xingyuan and walking towards the bed.

"Boom!" There was a thunder in the sky.

Ming Huaiyan understands that Wen Xingyuan is afraid of thunder. He is not afraid of the usual small thunder, but he is very afraid of thunder in Xia Tian. "It's okay, I'm here!"

Pulled the quilt and wrapped the person tightly, "Scared!"

"No! I just woke up suddenly and I didn't find you!" Wen Xingyuan remembered that he reached out to touch it when he was half awake, and it was cold.

Ming Huaiyan's heart softened into a mess, "Have you found it now?"

"Um"

Ming Huaiyan has caught someone before, in fact, I have found it too!

The next day, Wen Xingyuan had a fever.

Naturally, those things before have been turned over.

"Does your head still hurt?" Ming Huaiyan took the medicine.

Wen Xingyuan felt bitter when he smelled the medicine, "It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Ming Huaiyan didn't believe it at all, "Fortunately, Uncle Ning and Mr. Sang are here this time, otherwise!"

Originally, it is not easy to recover from a cold in summer, let alone Wen Xingyuan's body.

"When will this be? How about the martial arts conference?" Wen Xingyuan looked at the bright sun outside, but couldn't tell when it would be.

"It's almost noon, come and drink the medicine!" I wanted to change the subject, but there was no way!

Wen Xingyuan gritted his teeth, drink it!Sooner or later you have to drink it.

After drinking, Ming Huaiyan stuffed a candied fruit into Wen Xingyuan's mouth, and Wen Xingyuan remembered why he moved out, "Brother Ayan, are you angry?"

Ming Huaiyan laughed, "Why am I angry?"

"That's it." Wen Xingyuan lowered his head, "move out without saying hello."

Ming Huaiyan approached Wen Xingyuan, "No, then do you want to move?"

"But" Wen Xingyuan remembered something, "Then is it inconvenient for you sometimes?"

"..." Ming Huaiyan was embarrassed, "What do you think I am? Why are there so many inconveniences!"

"Oh." Wen Xingyuan snickered, "That's good!"

"Yuan'er is awake? We're coming in!" Ning Nanbei said loudly outside, and then pushed the door open with Sangzhu and Ning Wuque.

"Second uncle, Mr. Sang, cousin, didn't you go to the martial arts conference today?"

"I've gone, the sun is too strong and I have a headache!" Ning Wuque said.

"We're not interested in those." Ning Nanbei took Wen Xingyuan's pulse, "Brother Sang is really skilled in medicine, and Yuan'er's condition has improved a lot."

"Well, I don't feel much at all, can I just go to the conference?" Wen Xingyuan asked quickly.

Ming Huaiyan looked at him, "No way!"

Sangzhu coughed lightly, "Although you don't feel that bad, the heat outside is not a joke. If you are really curious, you can ask them to tell you about it."

"Reporting is better than being there..." Feeling that Ming Huaiyan's eyes were flying knives, Wen Xingyuan shut up obediently.

"It just so happened that Wuque went, you can tell Yuan'er about it!" Ning Nanbei sat up straight, and Sang Zhu also sat down. This is Ning Wuque as a storyteller.

Ning Wuque was speechless, but thinking of Wen Xingyuan's pitifulness, he began to talk, but Ning Wuque is really not a good material for storytelling, which sect fights with that sect, whoever wins, it's over!

"Ahem, don't look at me, I didn't take it seriously, anyway, there is nothing new about friendly exchanges, I slept almost all morning." Ning Wuque rubbed his nose.

"Is that clear? Did my cousin read it carefully?"

Ning Wuque glanced at Ming Huaiyan, cousin!You are asking other women in front of the main palace, are you not afraid that the jar of jealousy will be overturned?

"Didn't my cousin watch it? Don't you have a crush on Miss Qingqu?" Wen Xingyuan couldn't figure it out.

Ning Nanbei got the point: "Wu Que has a girl he likes? Qing Qu, but the chief disciple of the Emei Sect? That girl is still pretty good, she's just right for you!"

Ning Wuque hit his head with an iron hat from somewhere, "When did I say I have a crush on her?" Thinking about it, it seems that there is no such thing!

Wen Xingyuan was stunned, "I see you had a great conversation with her before!"

"That's it?" Ning Wuque said innocently, "Just talking." No wonder he didn't smell jealous. It turned out that Ming Huaiyan knew Wen Xingyuan's true inner thoughts, so he just watched from the sidelines!

"Haha" There was a big misunderstanding, Wen Xingyuan shrank back.

"But Wucai, you are going to put your lifelong affairs on the agenda." As an elder, Ning Nanbei still cared about his nephew.

Ning Wuque had a headache, "Second Uncle, don't worry, I know it well"

"Ok!"

In the next few days, the competition in the martial arts conference was in full swing. Lou Cheng took a small notebook to carefully observe the competition in the arena, following the intention of Huai Yan.

"I need to write more carefully here." Chang Sheng helped polish it, Lou Cheng nodded, crossed out and re-written.

As soon as the day's competition was over, Ming Huaiyan took the notebook that Lou Cheng and the others had brought back and copied it for Wen Xingyuan to read.

"Miss Qingqu is so amazing!" Wen Xingyuan admired while watching.

Ming Huaiyan knew that Wen Xingyuan had no other ideas, but he still couldn't help being sour, "Aren't I amazing?"

"Amazing!" Wen Xingyuan thought of Ming Huaiyan's posture of sealing his throat with a sword and flying sword that day.

"Don't pay too much attention to others, or it will cause misunderstanding." He reached out and took the booklet away.

This reminded Wen Xingyuan that he had misunderstood Ning Wuque's affection for Qing Qu before, "Oh"

Finally, it was the last day of the martial arts conference, and Wen Xingyuan was allowed to watch it live.

There are only three people left in Dabi, Qing Qu from Emei School, Qu Ping from Wudang School, and Duan Li from Jianghu Sanren.

The rule of the competition is that three people will play together and fight together, and whoever persists until the end wins.

Although Qing Qu is powerful in martial arts, she is a woman, and she regretted leaving the stage after persisting for more than 200 moves.

The rest is the battlefield of Qu Ping and Duan Li.

"Brother Ayan, who do you think will win?" Wen Xingyuan asked.

Ming Huaiyan looked at "Duan Li" in the field

"But I think that guy named Qu Ping pressed and beat Duan Li, and Duan Li seems a bit unwell." Wen Xingyuan observed carefully.

Ming Huaiyan gave a doting smile, "Because Duan Li was born in Jianghu, unlike Qu Ping, he is a well-behaved martial artist. If he really goes all out, Qu Ping will lose if he doesn't do ten moves."

"Is Duan Li teasing them?" Wen Xingyuan said.

"It doesn't count, they are all powerful people." After Ming Huaiyan finished speaking, it seemed that Duan Li also wanted to end this competition, and Qu Ping lost in the ninth move.

The excellent disciples of the Jianghu sect lost to the individual guests, and all the sects of the aristocratic families looked a little unsightly, but they didn't say anything because of their faces.

"Alright, the winner of our martial arts competition has been decided this time, and it is this hero named Duan Li."

Anyone who wins the first place can serve under the leader of the martial arts alliance, manage some affairs in the arena for the leader, and is also a candidate for the next leader of the martial arts alliance.

Of course, there are exceptions, such as Xie Xichun, he is very capable in handling affairs, everyone admires him, and even those candidates are convinced, so he has not been replaced.

Duan Li bowed his hands to Xie Xichun, Xie Xichun laughed, and gently supported him, "You don't need to be too polite, you are superb in martial arts, and you will have to work hard in the future!"

Xie Xichun is also right in saying this, he is not good at martial arts, and when he goes out, all the lords will follow him and guard him along the way, for fear that he will be wiped out by those who are not good at dealing with disputes.

"Leader, you are being polite!" Duan Li was neither humble nor overbearing.

Qu Ping and Qing Qu are No. 3, and their rewards are a Longquan Sword and a bottle of internal strength-enhancing medicine respectively.

"Would Brother Ayan be even more powerful if he had that elixir?" Wen Xingyuan thought, increasing his skill by one grade.

Ming Huaiyan shook his head, "The side effects of the medicine are extremely severe, unless it is in the most dangerous situation, it is useless."

"Isn't that tasteless?"

"It doesn't count, there is always a chance of surviving that way," Ming Huaiyan said.

Wen Xingyuan nodded.

And after the martial arts conference, Bai Xiaotong held an underground black market, which was the main purpose of Ming Huaiyan and the others.

Back at the inn, Ming Huaiyan asked Ning Nanbei and the others about the specific news about the black market.