Chapter 91: Boring Fighting (Added for Alliance Leader Chongchong Bao)

To tell the truth, Liu Xiaolou didn't want to fight. First, he hadn't made any preparations before, and didn't know Dong Wei's cultivation and methods. Second, fighting face-to-face openly was not what Wulong Mountain cultivators were good at. Third, he didn't have a very strong desire to win. It would be enough to mix into the return gift.

Even if he won, would the Su family really choose the winner as a son-in-law? I am afraid it is not necessarily. And if he lost, he would be humiliated for nothing? And his array methods were truly not on the table. It was not the style of a Wulong Mountain hero to easily expose his bottom.

Without benefits, going up to expose his bottom, is he stupid?

So he cupped his hands and said: "Brother Dong is brilliant, I am not an opponent, admit defeat, admit defeat!"

Dong Wei sneered: "Rat!"

Liu Xiaolou sighed: "Brother Dong, why use evil words? I already know I was wrong. Why don't you and I say goodbye to the master and return to Wulong Mountain."

There was another burst of laughter in the hall, and everyone was overjoyed. Someone started to boo: "Brother Dong, Brother Liu, why bother to fight for a seat with us, isn't it good to go back to the mountain to live a small life?"

"That's right, you two are having a tantrum, why run here? Where do you put Master Su?"

"Master Su, these two are not sincere in seeking marriage, please drive them away!"

Dong Wei was angry and anxious, secretly thinking, didn't we agree to drive the Liu fellow away first? The Liu fellow was the person introduced by the Bai Yun Swordsman, and the threat was also the greatest. If we didn't join forces to deal with him, how did we pull me in instead?

So he pointed to the person who shouted the loudest and said: "Brother Qian, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can go down and teach me a lesson, let me learn your high moves. What's the point of sitting and talking sarcastically?"

Liu Xiaolou didn't want to go down, but there were quite a few who were willing to go down. The cultivator surnamed Qian stood up and said to Liu Xiaolou first: "Don't worry, brother. Wait for me to send your Brother Dong away, and he can return to the mountain with you."

Liu Xiaolou said gratefully: "Please raise your hand high and don't hurt him."

The one surnamed Qian laughed: "Rest assured!"

Dong Wei was furious, gritted his teeth and said: "Liu, you rat from Wulong Mountain, talking nonsense, I will never finish with you! Qian, if you have the ability, make a move. I will give you three moves, let's see how you send me away!"

The one surnamed Qian had no humility at all, but accepted it with a thick face: "Then thank you, Brother Dong. The first move is coming!" A square-hole copper coin the size of a porcelain plate was shot out, hitting the face.

With this move, Liu Xiaolou instantly respected him. It was not because of his Daoist method, but because of his thick face and decisiveness. He secretly thought that such a person, even among the heroes of his Wulong Mountain, could stand out.

In the case of similar strength, fighting is about seizing the opportunity. Dong Wei was furious and made a ruthless statement, drawing a frame and putting himself in it, so he was tied up. After three moves, he was in a mess. By the time he took out the chessboard to respond, the situation was already irreversible. After fighting for a while, he was finally hit in the waist by the copper coin and fell out.

The one surnamed Qian was by no means a person who showed mercy. This blow hit Dong Wei and made him vomit blood on the spot.

A cultivator like Dong Wei, who was arrogant on weekdays and lacked life-and-death tempering, and spent a lot of time and energy on chess, was called a Chess Immortal by a few friends. If he met someone surnamed Qian in the wild, he would probably be dead. This made Liu Xiaolou shake his head.

The one surnamed Qian said "Ah" and apologized to Liu Xiaolou: "Sorry, my cultivation is insufficient, it is difficult to control the weight, and I hurt your brother, please forgive me."

Liu Xiaolou realized, rushed over in two steps to help Dong Wei up, reached out to seal his several vital points, and said with a concerned face: "Brother Dong, don't move, I will heal your wounds and stop the bleeding."

Helping him back to the seat, he felt around his chest and found a purse, in which there was actually a spirit stone. He was overjoyed and quietly collected it. There was also a small bamboo tube in the purse. He pulled out the stopper and smelled a pungent medicinal smell. Regardless of what medicine it was, he poured it all into Dong Wei's mouth.

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Dong Wei wanted to struggle, but couldn't move at all. His two eyeballs stared at Liu Xiaolou, and he could only make a few woo-woo sounds in his throat, but was gently slapped on the back of the head by Liu Xiaolou and fainted on the spot.

This movement was quite smooth, and no one saw the flaw. Master Su Zhi on the main seat had his eyebrows squeezed until they were about to condense into water. Impatiently, he greeted the servants to carry Dong Wei out and find a guest room to take care of him.

Although this fight was short, it triggered the fighting enthusiasm of the young "talents" at the banquet. Immediately, several people went down one after another.

The Bai Yun Swordsman left early, and Dong Wei, who was targeting himself, was also knocked out. Liu Xiaolou had no worries in his heart, so he watched the fighting with ease.

While watching, he was still weighing and struggling in his heart. Twelve spirit stones every year were indeed tempting, but he couldn't be the master of everything, and even leaving the mountain had to be agreed by his future wife, which made him look at the threshold and stop.

If he could get this spirit stone income every year without missing a piece, and could go down the mountain to be free and unfettered, wouldn't that be great?

If he could be the master of some small things without listening to his future wife, that would be even better.

If he could add a time limit to this marriage, wouldn't it be perfect!

Thinking of this, he shook his head again. Not to mention that there was no such good thing in the world, even if there was, with his performance today, it was impossible to be recognized by the Su family.

Was the play he put on just now to drag Dong Wei into the water too much?

Just as he was thinking wildly, someone at the seat stood up, holding a wine glass to his side, and whispered: "Brother Liu, after the banquet tonight, shall you and I go together?"

Just as Liu Xiaolou was surprised, he was touched by this person without a trace, and goosebumps suddenly broke out. He slapped him away and scolded: "Get out!"

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If those two families were to persuade an Elder of the Danxia Sect to come forward and propose marriage, given the Su family's current standing within the sect, could they withstand it? Most likely not. When that time comes, if Su Xi is married off far away and becomes another family's daughter-in-law, the Su family will no longer have anyone in the next generation to support the household.

Sighing, he turned his head to the steward beside him and said, "Steward Song, send someone to ask Su Xi if she has anyone she fancies."

Steward Song shook his head: "Fancies? That's difficult..."

So Su Zhi changed his wording: "Then ask her if there is anyone she can accept?"

Steward Song nodded: "I will go right now."

After a while, when Steward Song returned to the Gualu Hall, two more matches had taken place on the floor. Su Zhi's eyelids were already fighting each other, and he was on the verge of falling asleep. Seeing Steward Song's strange expression, he asked, "What did she say?"

Steward Song whispered something in his ear. Su Zhi froze, then slammed the table and stood up: "Absolutely not! This is absurd! I'm going to talk to her!"

Su Zhi left his seat, and the matches on the floor could no longer continue. The crowd of "talented youths" stared at each other, wide-eyed, not knowing what had happened, each feeling anxious in their hearts.

Liu Xiaolou was just watching the excitement when someone in the seats suddenly stood up, holding a wine cup, and came to his side. He whispered, "Brother Liu, after the banquet tonight, shall we go together?"

While Liu Xiaolou was still surprised, this person calmly touched his hand. Goosebumps immediately broke out all over him. He slapped the hand away and scolded angrily: "Get lost!"

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