Be an emperor from drawing cards

Chapter 105: The power of Fuhu, the hatred of the instructor!
Seeing Wu Song's agreement so straightforwardly, Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart, and he laughed and said:

"Okay, Wu Zhuangshi is really happy! Gao Lishi, bring the royal wine to embolden Wu Zhuangshi!"

When Wu Song heard that there was imperial wine, Wu Song's eyes suddenly lit up, and his greedy stomach was even more aroused. He chuckled and said:

"Your Majesty is the one who knows the grass-roots people! If the grass-roots people are eight points drunk, they can use eight points of their strength; if they are nine points drunk, they can use nine points of force. It was because I was drunk that I could fight the tiger in Jingshan feat."

Whether in his previous life or now, Zhao Yu has always liked Wu Song very much. He smiled and said:
"Since the strong man said this, I am not a stingy person. Gao Lishi, bring two jars of royal wine for this strong man!"

"The common people thank your majesty for the reward!"

Wu Song was overjoyed when he heard this. He took a jar of royal wine from Gao Lishi, grabbed the bottom of the jar with his left hand, and slapped open the seal of the jar with his right hand. Without caring about the eyes of everyone, he raised his head and poured the full jar of royal wine toward the audience. Pour down the throat.

There was only a "gurgling" sound, but in just a few breaths, a jar of nearly ten kilograms of royal wine was swallowed up by him and went into his stomach.

The moment the wine entered his stomach, Wu Song felt a mellow alcohol rush from his chest and abdomen to his limbs, and he couldn't help but let out a wine burp.

"Good... good wine! Your Majesty, your Majesty, the common people will come back as soon as they go!"

After that, Wu Song carried another jar of royal wine, one foot deep and one foot shallow, staggering and staggering onto the ring.

"You bald, bald monks, who want to taste grandpa's iron fist?"

Being pointed at the nose and scolded for being bald would make even a Buddha angry.

"Leave this kind of reckless man to King Han Sangming."

Pan Yonghua, the envoy of Myanmar, bowed slightly to a tall and thin monk with a dark and yellow complexion and said respectfully.

"Don't worry, Mr. Pan. The poor monk will come as soon as he goes."

After Han Sang finished speaking, his shoulders moved slightly, and his whole body was like a sharp arrow, instantly arriving on the ring.

"Donor, my Buddha has a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows and a Vajra with angry eyes. The benefactor has spoken lies and has violated the precept of anger. Today, let the poor monk save the benefactor and go to the bliss of the Western Heaven!"

Wu Song looked drunk and confused. Hearing this, he pointed the halberd finger of his right hand at Han Sang, and then shook his finger twice.

"You bald donkey, you want grandpa's life, but you're not qualified yet! Get out of the ring quickly, grandpa, spare your life!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a sip of royal wine.

"court death!"

Being pointed at and scolded as a bald donkey one after another, Han Sang was filled with anger and was about to use his methods to torture the drunkard to death.

Unexpectedly, the drunk man stamped his foot, and the bluestone floor tiles exploded.

Before anyone could react, ring-shaped ripples flashed through the air, and Wu Song had already bullied Han Sang like a ghost and punched out!
Feeling the extremely powerful and ferocious aura on the opponent's body, Han Sang used the Vajra Ruyi method to the extreme. As the true energy circulated, the glaze-colored light shined all over his body. He did not dodge or dodge, and turned his right hand into a fist, which he also blasted towards Wu Song. past!

Han Sang is one of the eight great Ming kings of the Four Pillars Courtyard, the incompetent Ming King.

Invincible means "not to be defeated by anything", which means that it is indestructible and has supreme power to conquer the troubles and demonic obstacles of all living beings.

Han Sang was able to be named the King of Incompetent Victory Ming by the Dharma King of Jinlun Temple, which shows his superb body-protecting skills.

He relied on his own self-protection skills to prepare to trade injuries with Wu Song!
The two fists met, and Han Sang's face instantly became frightened.

He felt an unstoppable force pouring out of the opponent's fist!
The next moment, he heard the crisp sound of his right arm bone breaking, and felt the object in front of him retreat rapidly.

He was actually punched away by the drunkard named Wu Song!
Under the ring, seeing the scene in front of them, the expressions of the envoys from the Three Kingdoms and the monks changed drastically, and they subconsciously stood up from their seats.

Wu Song swayed, took three steps in a row, caught up with Han Sang, threw the wine jar into the sky, and punched out with both fists, the punches were as heavy as a thousand quarrels, causing Han Sang's body-protecting Qi to flicker and disappear, as if falling. It will be completely crushed by Wu Song in an instant!
The Eight Drunken Immortals: Zhang Guolao: Drunk, he throws a cup and kicks him!

Facing Wu Song's unparalleled power, Han Sang had no one to rely on and couldn't help but retreat. Unexpectedly, Wu Song took a step forward again, grabbed his monk's robe, and pulled him back.

Han Sang was overjoyed, his muscles all over his body bulged, and he circulated his Qi. He made a Zhi Fist Seal with his left hand and blasted towards Wu Song's head!
Unexpectedly, Wu Song's figure suddenly became extremely soft. With a twist of his body, he came behind Han Sang, avoided Han Sang's punch, and then stretched out his hands to pick up Han Sang.

Before Han Sang could break free, Wu Song used an iron bridge and hit his head hard on the bluestone ground.

Zhongli, the drunken Eight Immortals of the Han Dynasty, fell down and hugged the pot with his heart in his arms!

In an instant, a stream of warm blood flowed out of Han Sang's nostrils, and his whole head felt buzzing. He was confused for a while, unable to distinguish between east, west, and north.

Wu Song exerted force on his waist and abdomen, stood up, and hit Han Sang's head with a series of knees. The speed was so fast that the onlookers could see layers of afterimages.

Tieguai Li from the Eight Drunken Immortals: It’s true that he gets drunk on his heels and knees!

Seeing Han Sang's miserable appearance in the ring, some people subconsciously touched their heads.

Wu Song stretched out his hand to take the wine jar that fell from mid-air, then turned around, raised his foot and swept Han Sang's body, whose head was half buried by his knee, towards the envoys of the Three Kingdoms. Then he turned around and saluted Zhao Yu:

"Your Majesty, the common people are lucky enough to live up to their fate."

Looking at Wu Song standing on the ring, and then at Han Sang's body not far away, the entire martial arts arena was filled with dead silence.

"Okay, the warrior is very skilled."

Although Zhao Yu had already expected Wu Song's strength, Wu Song's ability to defeat the opponent so cleanly really made Zhao Yu feel bad.

Looking at the burly man standing with his head held high in the field, all the officials of Chu State, whether civil or military, had excited expressions on their faces at this moment.

Because at this moment, Wu Song represents the Chu court and the face of Chu!
Wu Song relied on his extraordinary skills to win this round, and Chu State finally regained some of the face it had lost in the previous two rounds.

The envoys of the three countries exchanged glances calmly, and they all saw a hint of solemnity in each other's eyes.

This plan was first proposed by the envoys of the State of Qi. It was precisely because he calculated that nearly [-]% of the elite of the Chu State were among the border troops and there were no capable masters in the capital. This plan gained the support of Burma and Yun. the consent of both countries.

Who would have thought that in the process of humiliating the Chu court, a Cheng Yaojin would pop up halfway.

Pan Yonghua, the envoy of Myanmar, narrowed his eyes and felt anger burning in his heart.

Han Sang, one of the eight Ming kings of the Four Pillars Courtyard, [Incompetent Victory Ming King], died on the ring. After returning home, how should he explain to His Majesty and the King of France?

"Sir, please let your disciples go out to fight and avenge Han Sang!"

[Yaksha Ming King] Chen Liangming, who was standing behind Guangmu Shangzun Sandoba, put his hands together and said in a deep voice.

Among the Eight Ming Kings, Chen Liangming had the best relationship with Han Sang. Now he was watching Han Sang die tragically at the hands of Wu Song, and he was so angry that he couldn't help but want to avenge him.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, Chen Liangming, you have violated the precepts!"

Sandoba gently proclaimed the Buddha's name and frowned.

"In my teaching, there are Bodhisattvas with low eyebrows and even more angry Vajra eyes. Bodhisattvas have low eyebrows, so they are compassionate to the six realms; only with Vajra eyes angry can they subdue the four demons. Your Majesty, please allow your disciples to go out to fight!" As he said this, Chen Liangming said to Pan Yonghua who was standing aside. Look.

Pan Yonghua saw Chen Liangming looking towards him, lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said:

"King Ming, please be patient. In the first two rounds, the monks from Burma and Qi have already entered the ring. In the third round, it is time for Yun to take the stage."

Chen Liangming saw that the two people who had made the decision on this trip did not support him in taking revenge, so he could only grit his teeth and temporarily suppress the anger in his chest.

Seeing that the Burmese side had negotiated well, the Yun State envoy Dolma Wangjie turned around and saluted the three great monks behind him.

"Three masters, I leave this to you."

The leader of the group, Basong, the head of the Yaksha Courtyard of the Jinlun Sect, lightly proclaimed the name of the Buddha and said:
"Kong Mu, go up and learn the Chu martial arts."

"Disciple obey!"

Behind Basong, a dark-skinned, tall monk with bandages wrapped around his arms stood up, picked up his eyebrow-level stick, strode onto the martial arts field, and saluted with his hands clasped in the direction of the Chu king and ministers.

"Kong Mu, a monk from the Yaksha Temple of the Jinlun Sect, is ordered to teach you all the methods!"

When the kings and ministers of Chu State heard this, they were happy at first, and then they all felt a little embarrassed.

This monk is very polite, but among everyone, who to let on has become a big problem.

After watching the two competitions just now, everyone has a rough judgment on the minimum strength of this competition.

Those who compete in the martial arts competition must not only have a cultivation level of Grade [-] or above, but also must have rich practical experience.

It can be said that this battle will not only determine the outcome, but also life and death!
Without a big heart that is dedicated to death, failure and death will only happen sooner or later.

"Your Majesty, the common man Lin Chong is willing to come on stage to compete with this monk!"

A loud voice echoed in the martial arts arena, and when everyone looked, it was a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat.

"Okay, it's up to Lin Zhuangshi to play it!"

Seeing Lin Chong asking for a tassel, Zhao Yu nodded slightly and agreed.

Lin Chong stepped onto the martial arts arena, opened his right hand, and saw a coiled dragon stick pulled out by the majestic force from the weapon rack erected on one side of the martial arts arena, flying into Lin Chong's palm like lightning.

Lin Chong held the Panlong Stick in his hand and assumed a posture, facing Kong Mu from afar.

Off the court, Zhao Wenbin, the envoy of Qi State, glanced at Lin Chong's face, paused for a moment, and then asked sharply:
"Wait a minute, foreign ministers are brave. May I ask, Your Majesty, do you dare to go to the palace even if you have a gold seal on your face?"

As Zhao Wenbin's voice sounded, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Chong's cheek.

I saw a pale golden word "prison" carved on Lin Chong's right cheek!

As for Lin Chong, who became the focus of everyone's attention, the light in his tiger eyes suddenly dimmed.

He didn't know how the kings and ministers of Chu would view him if his former identity as a prisoner was revealed...

After seeing the golden seal on Lin Chong's face clearly, the kings and ministers of Chu State fell into silence.

No one expected that such a change would occur.

"Your Majesty, this person is a prisoner of crime in our country. Is there something wrong with allowing this person to compete on stage?"

Zhao Wenbin sneered.

When Zhao Yu heard this, he frowned slightly and said with displeasure:
"Envoy of Qi, this is Dachu, not Qi! I, Dachu, have our own rules for doing things. It's not your turn as a foreign minister to make irresponsible remarks here!"

When Zhao Wenbin heard this, he sneered and said:

"What your Majesty said is wrong. If it were someone else, the foreign minister might not say a word. But this person is not only a member of our Qi Kingdom, but also a prisoner! Does your Highness mean that there is no one available in the Chu Kingdom? This is why we have to Are you going to let me, the prisoner of Daqi, appear? If your Majesty admits this, then the foreign minister will have nothing to say!"

When Zhao Yu heard this, he sneered more and more in his heart and said:
"I wonder if Ambassador Zhao knows why the golden seal was engraved on the face of this warrior Lin, and how he came to Dachu?"

Zhao Wenbin snorted coldly.

"It's just a criminal, how do I know?"

He was not from Taichung in black, so how could he know the secrets of others?
"I don't know, then please be careful, Ambassador Zhao!" After snorting coldly, Zhao Yu looked at Lin Chong, who looked a little sad in the middle of the martial arts field, and said loudly, "Zhuang Lin, please come to me for your grievances. The State of Qi will not make decisions for you. I, the State of Chu, will support you!"

"Return to your majesty." After receiving Zhao Yu's words of encouragement, Lin Chong only hesitated for a moment, and then told the story of his experience with a choked voice.

When Lin Chong was framed by his superiors, the reason was that when his wife was offering incense at the Mahabodhi Temple, her beauty was noticed by the monks in the temple, and they secretly reported it to Lin Chong's superior.

The boss coveted Mrs. Lin's beauty, so he devised a vicious plan to frame Lin Chong and sent him out of the capital, while he wanted to marry Mrs. Lin by force.

Mrs. Lin had a strong character. She pretended to submit first, and then killed him with a dagger. She committed suicide herself and took her full name.

These things were all learned by Lin Chong with great difficulty after he was released from prison and worked hard.

Although Lin Chong hated that boss with all his heart, but he was dead, and most of Lin Chong's hatred was transferred to the monks of the Mahabodhi Temple who helped him commit evil.

That's why when he learned that the Qi State envoy and the monks from the Mahabodhi Temple were heading south, he followed them, preparing to find an opportunity to kill several monks to avenge the death of his wife. However, he did not expect that during the Four Kingdoms Competition, the Emperor of Chu posted a list to recruit brave people. .

And this just gave him the opportunity for Lin Chong to take revenge openly.

At the end of the story, Lin Chong burst into tears.

And everyone in the field looked at the people in the Qi State delegation with an indescribable meaning in their eyes.

After hearing this, Zhao Yu comforted Lin Chong for a few words, then looked at Zhao Wenbin and said coldly:

"Envoy Zhao, I want you to hear it clearly today. The great talents that your Qi State does not want, I, the Chu State, want! The good generals that you, the Qi State, push out, I, the Chu State, will take! In this way, is Envoy Zhao satisfied?"

"The foreign minister has nothing to say, but what your majesty did today will be reported to my lord when the foreign minister returns to Qi."

Facing Zhao Wenbin's last stubbornness, Zhao Yu was too lazy to say another word to him. He looked at Lin Chong and said warmly:
"Coach Lin, let me ask you, are you willing to serve me, Da Chu?"

"The State of Qi regards Lin Chong as a piece of grass, and Lin Chong regards the State of Qi as a bandit! I, Lin Chong, are willing to die for Your Majesty!"

"That's good." Zhao Yu nodded and looked at Zhao Wenbin again, "Instructor Lin said it himself, does Ambassador Zhao still have any questions?"

Zhao Wenbin groaned and said nothing.

Now, what else can he say?

(End of this chapter)