Scum Coercion

"Brother Zhu, we will prepare your room. Even if we are separated here, I will explain to the boss and let you stay here until you leave, and the account will be charged to us."

"Ah, thanks for the headhunting!"

I clasped my fists in surprise, because it was a lot of money too.

The other party just waved his hand and said with a smile:

"You saved my life, that's what it should be. But I shouldn't involve you in it anymore. Anyway, you can work hard with peace of mind from now on."

"OK, thanks!"

But after hesitating for a while, I stopped Ma Butou again.

"By the way, Headhunter, you are in this position, and you have contacts with many people in the world, right?"

"what happened?"

He stopped and looked at me confused.

I hesitated again and again, but still asked the question.

"I, I don't know much about some things. But I heard that the annual martial arts conference will be held in Shaolin Temple this year?"

"Oh, yes. There seems to be such a thing."

He rolled his eyes, then nodded and asked me kindly.

"What's the matter? You don't want to go, do you?"

'Uh... I remember this is different from the test time, right?It just so happens that I also know martial arts, and I want to see the heroes of the world.So I want to ask about going to Shaolin Temple after the test'

I smiled shyly and averted my eyes absently.

He seemed to understand something and smiled.

"Young people are like this, but young people must have passion. But you probably don't know it, if people without qualifications can go, Shaolin Temple will be overwhelmed."

"Uh...I know."

"However, you're lucky. Seven days later, Luoyang's Dongcheng Guild Hall will hold a selection for the martial arts competition. There will be a ring for heroes to defeat their opponents with their skills and get hero posts."

"Really or not? Thank you! It seems that the test will be held 3 days before the screening, so I have time!"

"Oh? Immediately after the test, are you really going to fight?"

Ma Butou was a little surprised, but I waved my hand in embarrassment.

"No, thank you, I haven't figured it out yet."

"Hehe, you're welcome. When I was young, I also participated in the martial arts conference, but that's all in the past tense. I've had enough fun. The world is dangerous, and I don't want to stay anymore."

Ma Tutou waved his hand with a wry smile, turned and left.

"Xiaozhu, you can just do it yourself."

I watched his back as he left, and I always felt that he was also someone who had experienced heavy wind and rain.

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In the next few days, I read in the inn during the day and occasionally went out for a walk at night.

However, what I have been thinking about all the time is the martial arts conference.

Hero post... with that, you can go to Shaolin.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel hot all over, and my blood boiled.

Pulling out the sword in a hurry, I finally made up my mind on the morning of the seventh day to go to Dongcheng Guild Hall to participate in the selection of the martial arts competition.

The Four Books and Five Classics and the Ethics are all gone from my mind at the moment, and all that remains is the desire for the domain of the strong.

Martial arts conference, here I come.

After stopping the carriage on the side of the road, I arrived at the Dongcheng Guild Hall at noon.

The atmosphere of the martial arts conference was indeed as hot as I imagined.

Two streets away, the number of people was obviously much higher, and they were all armed with weapons, all kinds of knives, guns and sticks. Colorful flags were hung on the street, it was like a festival.

Because it was too crowded, I had to get out of the carriage and walk.

When I got there, I found that a square had been emptied, and there was a big man in the corner beating gongs and drums, while the people above were beating in full swing.

Taking a closer look, they were two men in white clothes, probably belonging to different sects. Their swords had wider hilts and narrower hilts, and their speeds were about the same.

shhhhhh! !

The sound of sharp blades cutting through the air is so crisp, but so beautiful.

Is this the scene of the martial arts conference?

The battle of those two people was deeply imprinted in my eyes, and I can hardly forget it, because this is my first memory.

"what!"

Finally, one of them was exhausted and was knocked down, which also declared his defeat.

"The winner is Wang Hu from Flying Humen."