Chapter 1488

Also because accidents happen frequently, imperial martial arts are the most anticipated program of every birthday ceremony.

As soon as the dance stage was cleared, two people rushed up, first saluted King Yao, then cupped their fists at each other, and the battle began, without nonsense.

The first group is often a warm-up for the martial arts behind. Yuwen Yong explained to He Lingchuan that the two who went on stage, one was a guest of the Gu family, and the other was a guard of the Bu family.

The two families have been at odds for many years, often looking for masters to compete at King Yao's birthday ceremony.

King Yao and the ministers didn't mind this at all; everyone watched the excitement, they solved their private grievances, each got what they needed, and everyone was happy.

The first group's competition was fierce but rapid; the Bu family's guard was slightly better and won by breaking two of his opponent's ribs.

It was not a purely performance nature from the beginning, which also set the tone of blood and violence.

After the warm-up, the atmosphere of the Yuquan Palace had already become lively, so the next group went on stage.

The stage was bustling with fighting, and the officials below were pointing and pointing. He Lingchuan didn't expect that such a solemn and solemn occasion could actually open a gambling market, with people betting on winning or losing, betting on scores, and supporting counter-betting, just like the Martial Arts Hall of Panlong City.

Fan Shuang stayed outside the venue and placed three or four bets in a row.

Actually, once the imperial martial arts started, the standing officials could leave. But almost no one left the scene; no one wanted to miss the wonderful martial arts.

He Lingchuan and Yuwen Yong and Qu Ruhai bet two games each, and both were one win and one loss, theoretically neither losing nor earning.

Another competition ended, and one of them had his right arm severed, and blood splashed on the delicate white flowers, which was shocking.

The scene was full of applause, and the atmosphere was pushed to a climax.

He Lingchuan smiled and reached out to Qu Ruhai: "I won, after you, after you."

Qu Ruhai rolled his eyes at the sky, took out ten taels of gold, and slapped it heavily on the table: "Take it!"

Betting three times, the other side won twice. Is this fellow surnamed He lucky, or is his vision poisonous?

At this time, General Zhongwu went up to toast King Yao, and the latter said slowly: "You are about to rush to the north, and the former opponents of Minister Xue will also be your opponents. So-called knowing yourself and knowing the enemy, you will win every battle."

"Yes." General Zhongwu's eyes flickered, pondering the monarch's intention.

Xue Zongwu and his opponents? Who is the King referring to? This position of his was asked for by the Great Regent, and others had long ago labeled him with Qingyang's label. The more tense the relationship between King Yao and the Qingyang Regent, the more awkward Zhongwu felt. Fortunately, he didn't have to stay in Tianshui City for long, and he would be on the northern line most of the time in the future.

King Yao was originally drooping his eyelids, but when he heard Qu Ruhai's slap on the table, he took a deep look at Qu Ruhai and sighed: "It's all martial artists from our country performing, it's like self-entertainment, and it's inevitably monotonous for foreign envoys to watch for a long time. It's better to share the joy with others than to enjoy it alone; as the host, we should always lead to a happy guest and host."

Such an obvious hint, even Yuwen Yong understood. He drank the wine in his cup and was about to ask for a fight, but General Zhongwu had already taken a step forward and threw his cup onto Qu Ruhai's table.

Although it was a casual throw, the silver cup landed on the table very lightly, making only a clatter, sliding forward half a chi, and stopping right in front of Qu Ruhai's arm.

Throwing the cup to invite a fight.

Qu Ruhai's eyes condensed, and he looked over.

General Zhongwu smiled at him: "Sect Leader Qu, shall we get closer?"

Qu Ruhai, as the Left Sect Leader of Luodian, was arrogant after arriving in Tianshui City, and he was also laughing and talking loudly at King Yao's birthday ceremony today.

King Yao had long wanted to teach him a lesson, and Zhongwu understood and came to invite him to fight.

Qu Ruhai stood up and squeezed his knuckles, not caring: "Okay, but is this round to stop at the point, or a life-and-death fight?"

General Zhongwu looked at King Yao, and the latter didn't even move his eyebrows: "Sect Leader Qu is a guest from afar, how can there be a reason to fight a guest to death?"

Although imperial martial arts allow bright knives and guns, Qu Ruhai's status is special, and he is a guest. If he were really beaten to death here, how could the Luodian Nation let it go? How could Luodian recognize the rules of the Yao Nation?

Zhongwu understood and cupped his hands at Qu Ruhai: "Please."

Qu Ruhai chuckled and strode away from the seat.

Qingyang changed his sitting posture, supported his chin with his hand, swept his gaze over General Zhongwu, and glanced at He Lingchuan by the way.

One is a newly promoted Northern Defense General, and the other is the Left Sect Leader of the Luodian Nation; their status is far from that of the martial artists in the previous groups.

Besides, these two are going to the northern line, and they are likely to be opponents on the battlefield in the future.

Now they are going to see the truth here in advance, isn't that very interesting? For a while, people on and off the field were rushing to place bets.

Gu Xuan moved over and asked He Lingchuan: "This time, who do you favor? I'll bet with you."

He Lingchuan asked Yuwen Yong: "What about Brother Yuwen?"

This is really hard to choose. Yuwen Yong hesitated for a while while stroking his chin, but still said: "I choose Zhongwu."

These two have outstanding cultivation and are both generals commanding troops. Yuwen Yong actually couldn't be sure who would win; and King Yao ordered to "stop at the point," so many killing techniques on the battlefield could not be taken out, making it even harder to evaluate.

However, General Zhongwu is about to become Yuwen Yong's colleague, and the two will guard the northern frontier together, seeing each other every day. If he bets on Qu Ruhai to win, it would inevitably hurt the feelings of his colleagues.

He Lingchuan called a palace servant to check, and Qu Ruhai's odds were surprisingly high. The Yao officials behind him usually bet on General Zhongwu to win.

They might not like Zhongwu, but they must hate Qu Ruhai more; this is a matter of stance.

Conversely, General Zhongwu's odds are too low. If you bet on General Zhongwu to win, betting one tael of silver would earn less than one qian at most.

"What's the point of this?" He Lingchuan shook his head repeatedly, "How about this, anyway, I'm not a Yao person, I'll bet on Qu Ruhai to win, is there anyone else to bet against me?"

After saying that, he took out silver notes and spread them on the table, lining them up one by one! "Here are two thousand taels of silver notes!"

Gu Xuan: "..."

Is it so casual?

Two thousand taels, this could buy a good house in Tianshui City, but not in the central city area. When everyone heard the sound, there was an opposing market, so the small officials below bet one after another, all betting on Zhongwu to win.

Being correct and earning more money, why not do it?

He Lingchuan also smiled brightly. Asking again, Qu Ruhai's odds have risen to four times, which means that as long as Qu Ruhai wins, He Lingchuan can earn eight thousand taels of silver.

King Yao and Qingyang both glanced at him, not making a sound.

Gu Xuan said: "I'll follow Brother He, one thousand taels too."

With a whoosh, one million qian was bet out.

"Aren't you afraid your money will go down the drain?" He Lingchuan called the palace servant and took out another stack of silver notes, "Bet on a draw, three thousand taels."

All officials: "..."