Gong Xue has bandits

Chapter 86 Competition
Under the eyes of everyone, that special contest finally arrived.

The wind swept across the sky, civil and military officials were next in line, all the teachers and students of the academy were present, and the chief Liang Emperor looked solemnly at the stage.This competition not only determines whether Wen Renjun will stay or stay, but also concerns the face of the great country. Luo Qiuchi not only wants to win, but also wins very beautifully, leaving Fusang with nothing to say.

Emperor Liang had inexplicable expectations and a little anxiety in his heart for a moment. Luo Qiuchi was the one he chose. He had bestowed on him the title of "Hero of Justice" before, and wrote a letter of worship for him for the first time. Now it is so important The martial arts contest was also completely entrusted to him alone, with so many civil and military eyes watching, if Luo Qiuchi lost, it would be his "unknown" monarch who hit him in the face.

But I don't know if Luo Qiuchi can hold on, be worthy of his wholehearted trust, and look at him differently?
If he can really withstand the heavy pressure and win in one fell swoop, it can be seen that this person is indeed tenacious, capable of both civil and military skills, and will definitely be reused in the future.

As Emperor Liang thought in this way, he tapped the dragon head on the seat with his hand, calmly waiting for the contest to start.

The ancient clock rang, and the audience held their breath, and the two entered the stage.

Luo Qiuchi was fine, still dressed in white, unrestrained, but the appearance of Qianlan Tianjun caused a sensation in the audience.

"Why is it a child? It looks less than five years old, right?"

"Didn't the little emperor be fourteen? What's going on?"

"How can a child compete with adults? Isn't this a joke?"

……

There was a lot of discussion, and all the officials couldn't believe it, but Hang Ruxue sat in the table, pursed his lips, looked stern, and didn't say a word.

This Qianlan Tianjun had been sitting under the canopy of Huangluo before, and his figure was also covered by the hanging veil. Many people had never seen his real face, but now they suddenly saw his "real body", and everyone was shocked No end, guesses abound.

Mr. Mingben sat on the right side of Emperor Liang, turned his head to look at Emperor Liang, and said in a respectful tone with a trace of inviolable seriousness: "Your Majesty, I have heard for a long time that Daliang is a friendly and tolerant country with open people. It is also based on this that he accepted the competition and showed himself in front of people for the first time. He trusts Daliang so much, and also believes that Daliang can respect him, so he won't judge him. Isn't that rare?"

Emperor Liang understood the deep meaning of his words, coughed twice quickly, his eyes swept across the audience coldly, all the officials were silent like a cicada, there was no discussion, and the audience was completely silent.

The competition officially began. The moment the little kid made a move, the audience was dumbfounded, and there was a gasp of air——

Fast, too fast, like a bolt of lightning, so fast that you can't even see your figure clearly, you can only feel the cold wind killing you, and the cold air is overwhelming!

Under the stage, the Sun brothers and sisters said almost at the same time: "What a strong internal force!"

They looked at each other, and both read a few unbelievable words from each other's eyes: "So the rumor is true, this little emperor has really inherited his master's skills, so he will always stay in the appearance of a child, inside his body." But he has nearly a hundred years of miraculous feats, which is really unimaginable, there are still such weird things in the world, in this way, then this martial arts competition..."

How likely is Luo Qiuchi to win?
Sitting next to Ji Wenjing and Zhao Qinghe, when they heard this, they looked at each other with great worry.

Looking at the white clothes on the stage, Ji Wenjing murmured: "You must be safe, barbarian..."

Zhao Qinghe clasped his hands together beside him: "God bless, Junior Brother Luo must win, defeat the Little Emperor, Ah Jun must not marry Fusang, I beg God..."

Fu Yuanzhi sat on a seat not far from them, and listened to all their words, with thousands of thoughts surging in his heart, but his face did not show the slightest bit, but his eyes were fixed on the stage, slowly clenched own palm.

A few days ago, when he went to find the sixth prince himself, his words that seemed to be a half-smile suddenly sounded in his ears: "This king has been thinking about when you will come to this king, and what will you ask this king?" request, but this lord did not expect that you would come to me because of such a matter, sure enough... a hero is sad for a beauty."

That day when Fusang sent envoys to ask for marriage, even though Luo Qiuchi proposed a contest, Fu Yuanzhi still felt that it was unreliable after thinking about it when he went back. At that time, if he tries to find a solution, there will be no time, and there will be no room for change. Does he want to just watch A Jun marry a foreign country and be separated from him from now on?

No, he couldn't breathe when he thought about it, he finally gritted his teeth, and opened the box in the dim hut, facing the white moonlight.

He took out the fan pendant that was pressed at the bottom, rubbed it in his hand for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and made a decision.

There is not much time left for him, he does not trust anyone but himself.

Just like that time when Ah Jun fell into the bandit's den, he planned for a long time, and finally led the army to Qingzhou with a perfect plan, and rescued her.

This time, the same.

The girl he puts on the tip of his heart will be saved by himself.

He took the fan pendant and quietly went to the mansion of the Sixth Prince, and had a conversation with the Sixth Prince.

To be precise, it is a "deal", but the premise of this "deal" is that Luo Qiuchi lost in the competition, Wen Renjun will have to marry Fusang, and the sixth prince will make a move at this moment, no matter what methods are exhausted , must keep Wen Renjun.

And what Fu Yuanzhi pays is his loyal following in the future, his talents, his own ability and ability, and at the same time, what the sixth prince will give him is glory, magnificence, wealth, fame and fortune that he can't imagine.

In a sense, they also get what they need, which is a kind of "mutual perfection".

"Actually, this king has long seen that you are an ambitious young man. Even if you don't ask this king for this matter, you will come to this king sooner or later, because only this king can give you what you want." Here it is, only this king can open the shortcut to Qingyun for you..."

The wind blew across the competition arena, and everyone nervously watched the fighting on the stage, but under the sky, Fu Yuan sneered imperceptibly.

He slowly clenched the fan pendant in his hand, and only he could hear the words that spilled out from between his teeth: "Do you think I'm really rare about the shortcut to Qingyun?"

Even if he is forced by the situation, deep in his heart, he still retains a trace of arrogance, and he still doesn't want to bend his heart until it is absolutely necessary, so——

"Luo Qiuchi, you must win..."

Holding the fan pendant tightly, Fu Yuanzhi took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the white clothes on the stage, and for the first time, he was so passionately hoping that he could "kill all directions" and crush his opponent.

Because the win or loss that everyone is looking forward to is not only related to Ah Jun's fate, but also to Daliang's face, and also to Fu Yuanzhi's... way forward.

The cold wind was blowing, and the "battle situation" on the stage was at its most intense moment. Luo Qiuchi's white clothes were flying, his eyes kept rolling on the little emperor, and he kept looking for an opportunity to hit his life gate and break his miraculous skills.

However, the little emperor was extremely alert, obviously also aware of his fatal "vein point", and always dodged deftly, not revealing his fate to Luo Qiuchi's eyes, making Luo Qiuchi unable to make a move for a while, and became a little anxious during the stalemate.

Wen Renjun in the audience held his breath, his heart tightened, and he looked at the white dress without blinking, feeling nervous like never before: "Boss, boss..."

At this moment, the little emperor flew up, and suddenly struck Luo Qiuchi like a bolt of lightning. While the audience exclaimed, Luo Qiuchi staggered back, and was strangled by the little hand, and was about to fall off the stage. go.

"Not good!" Hang Ruxue's pupils shrank suddenly, and her breath was suffocated: "This little emperor took the opportunity!"

Everyone gasped, Luo Qiuchi's face flushed red, his white clothes fluttered, and he was forced to the edge of the ring by the little emperor in a blink of an eye. The child looked at him full of hostility, his amber eyes were captivating, and his long hair danced wildly, like a demon.

An astonishing power erupted from the body of the child who was only four years old, and everyone in the audience was shocked!
Emperor Liang's hand suddenly clenched the dragon's head, his face was gloomy, and he stared at the stage. Mr. Mingben on the lower right side of him showed a happy smile, looking calm and relaxed.

"Barbarian, hold on barbarian!" Ji Wenjing shouted anxiously, and Fu Yuanzhi on the other side suddenly grasped the fan pendant in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said unwillingly: "Is this God's will? On the road of no return?"

Everyone in the audience stared at this thrilling martial arts competition. Under the sky, Luo Qiuchi was completely suppressed. The little emperor exerted force again, his whole body trembled, and one foot was already suspended in the air. Outside the arena, seeing that the defeat has been decided!

"Boss!" Wen Renjun's heart ached, his eyes filled with tears, he clutched his hands, and finally closed his eyes slowly.

But at this moment, Luo Qiuchi on the stage had a flash of inspiration, and he didn't know what he said to Qian Lan Tianjun. Get out of the cage and get rid of the restraint in an instant!
The eyes of all the people in the audience lit up, and they all sighed "It's so dangerous", this is really pulling back a "life" from the edge of the cliff!
"What did you say?" Qian Lan Tianjun on the stage obviously still couldn't believe it. Luo Qiuchi calmed his disordered breathing while smiling at him: "I said, is your master Wuqi Mountain?"

He raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "I once had a relationship with Senior Wu. He is a real-tempered Jianghu man. We drank together and he told me a secret that has been hidden in my heart for a long time. Do you think so?" Do you know what it is?"

The little child trembled, and his amber eyes suddenly stared at Luo Qiuchi: "You are lying!"

He suddenly attacked him again, with fierce moves, as if he wanted to make a quick decision: "Don't let me be fooled!"

While fighting him, Luo Qiuchi whispered something into his ear quickly while passing him: "This secret is really too big. After hearing it, I couldn't calm down for a long time. I have both sympathy and heartache for Senior Wu. After all, this is related to a person's life, Senior Wu is really not easy..."

The little emperor trembled again, turned his head, his amber eyes firmly grasped Luo Qiuchi.

Luo Qiuchi, dressed in white, spread his hands in the sky and said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, I can tell you what the secret is right now. Do you want to hear it?"

The little emperor's eyes were changing, his breathing became short of breath, and he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up, don't talk nonsense! My master doesn't know you at all, let alone tell you any secrets!"

"Qianlan Tianjun, don't you really believe it?" Luo Qiuchi seemed surprised, raised his eyebrows, nodded solemnly and said: "Then I can only say it, you can tell the truth from the fake by hearing it, and you will definitely believe me , the secret is..."

"Shut up, don't say any more!" The little child growled ferociously, and his moves became more and more fierce, like a little beast that was out of control.

Luo Qiuchi shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I must say it, otherwise Lord Qianlan will think I'm lying. The secret is..."

"Don't say it, don't say it!" Qian Lan Tianjun was in a panic, and the Fusang language came out of his mouth: "ばか (asshole)! ばか (asshole)!"

He was in a turmoil, his figure became faster and faster, and there were more and more flaws. The situation suddenly turned around, and all the officials in the audience were amazed. I don't know what method Luo Qiuchi used to make this little emperor mess up. Hang Ru The snowy eyes overflowed with joy: "Okay, very good, that's it, let him be a little more flustered, and then he can attack his life when he is unprepared..."

On the stage, the little emperor's long hair fluttered, his whole body trembled, and he was completely confused: "Don't say it anymore, you don't want to say it anymore!"

Luo Qiuchi kept saying, "I said it, I said it, the secret is..."

It was too late and then too fast, his white clothes were whirling like the wind, and when he saw the right time, one of the bullies came forward, stretched out his hand and slammed the little emperor's waist, under the sky, everything came to an abrupt end——

The third lumbar spine, an inch and a half apart, is in the middle of the Qihaishu point, right and wrong, a perfect blow.

The little emperor's body froze, Luo Qiuchi flicked his white clothes, and Shi Shi suddenly landed next to him, and said with a low laugh: "The secret is...Senior Wu can't eat coriander, and if he eats it, he will get rashes all over his body. How pitiful he is!" , coriander is delicious, but he can't touch it in his life, isn't it miserable and worthy of sympathy?"

The little emperor's eyes widened suddenly, but his body was stiff, and he couldn't say a word anymore. With a flick of his sleeve, Luo Qiuchi easily made him fall out of the ring and staggered to the ground.

"Qianlan Tianjun!" The Fusang delegation all turned pale with shock and shouted in unison.

Mr. Mingben's eyes widened even more, with disbelief written all over his face, but Emperor Liang, who was in charge, heaved a sigh of relief, and gradually let go of the hand that was holding the dragon's head tightly.

When the wind passed by, Yuling rang, and the winner was already divided.

Luo Qiuchi won.

The audience fell silent, and then burst into cheers and applause. Luo Qiuchi, dressed in white over the snow, with his skirts and hair fluttering in the wind, looked at the Qingjun figure from afar across the crowd.

Heaven and earth, him and her, the surroundings seemed to be non-existent, he suddenly whistled, tilted his head and smiled, the sun fell on Junyi's eyebrows, like a young knight-errant leading a horse and riding willows in a dream.

(End of this chapter)