Wu Gen was preparing to have a fight with Zhao Lin today. If the other party dared to be disrespectful to Zhu Buzhan, it would be a slap in his face. In this case, it doesn't matter whether you are a royal family or not, just compare yourself with others.
Soon, two people walked in from the outer courtyard. The leading man had leopard eyes, a body covered with tendons, and was a head taller than Zhao Linge. The other person was an old man with three strands of white beard, a long sword on his waist, and was dressed in plain robes. He also had an air of immortality.
Walking to the school grounds, the burly man bowed his head to Zhao Linge and saluted, "The prince calls the villain over, but something is wrong."
Zhao Linge did not answer, but instead looked at Wu Gen with his hands behind his hands, "Boy, this is my disciple. He has had supernatural power since he was a child. He can lift a bullock to run ten miles at a fast speed. Do you dare to compete with him?"
The man stood up and looked at Wu Gen, but he couldn't help but laugh, "Your Highness, just one of these boys can just come out, so why call me here."
Zhao Linge smiled slightly, pointed to a stone lock on the side of the school field, and said to the man: "I remember that this lock weighs one thousand six hundred kilograms. The emperor's uncle once said that anyone who can lift it will be rewarded fifty gold. Go and try it, and use your full strength. That’s right, don’t underestimate the people of the world.”
The man walked to the edge of the school field and looked at the moss-covered stone lock that had sunk into the soil because no one cared about it. He pushed up his sleeves, stood upright, and grasped the beam on the stone lock tightly with both hands.
With a groan, the man raised the stone lock to his shoulder and paused for a moment. With bloodshot eyes bursting out, he roared and raised the heavy stone lock above his head. Even though the man was gifted with supernatural power, it was still a bit laborious at this moment, and his arms were trembling slightly. Holding the stone lock, he walked forward slowly, and finally walked around the school grounds before putting it down.
Boom, the smaller part of the stone lock was submerged into the soil. The man let out a long breath and shook his aching arm with a proud look on his face. Just by doing this, His Highness will be rewarded with many good things.
Everyone looked at Wu Gen. The stone lock in front of them was larger than the boy. They didn't know how this person should deal with it. Although it can be seen from the arrow shooting just now that the young man is also a strong person, this stone lock is too big. It doesn't matter whether it can be lifted. If it cannot be lifted, he may be crushed to death on the spot.
Wu Gen walked up to Shisuo, but Zhao Yuzheng followed him, and whispered as he walked: "Senior brother, I am sure. If it doesn't work, I will talk to my father and let's not compete. Anyway, we have won a game. "
"Is there really a reward of fifty gold?" Wu Gen looked behind him and asked with interest.
"Hey, what are you thinking about money at this time? My father did say this, but it's hard to get the money." Seeing Wu Gen's indifferent expression, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Senior brother, could it be... ..”
"If you have money, you can lift it. If you don't have money, why lift this thing? It's just a show of brute strength and walking around like a fool." Wu Gen said disdainfully.
"Yes, yes." Zhao Yuzheng replied excitedly. He turned back and glanced at Zhao Linge, but he was a little worried, "Senior brother, my second emperor brother looks bold, but in fact he is not big-hearted. Don't be too disrespectful to him, save the money. Bringing trouble to oneself."
Wu Gen nodded, walked to the stone lock and grabbed the beam. He turned to wink at Zhao Yuzheng, "Just keep an eye on it, but you must ask your father for the gold afterwards."
As he spoke, he screamed indiscriminately, and it took him a long time to lift the stone lock to his knees. Seeing Zhao Yuzheng's worried look, Wu Gen grinned and slowly raised the stone lock above his head, trembling around the school grounds. Every step he took seemed quite difficult.
Seeing the thin figure under the huge stone lock, the crowd of people watching were all surprised. Even the man just now was dumbfounded. He knew the weight of the stone lock.
After circling the field, Wu Gen took a few more steps, and when he was in front of everyone, his waist was slightly bent due to the pressure. Seeing Wu Gen's rather difficult expression, Zhao Yi had no choice but to say, "Little strong man, that's all. It's an eye-opener for us to witness two divine powers today."
Wu Gen smiled and was about to put the stone lock down when he suddenly felt itchy on his back, so he reached out and scratched his back with one hand. Seeing Wu Gen holding the lock with one hand, everyone present fell silent for a moment, thinking that this man was just wiping his nose in his crotch and pretending to be cowardly.
Sensing the strange looks from everyone, Wu Gensan threw the stone lock to the ground with a smile and pretended to cough twice.
Zhao Linge's face turned darker and darker, and he turned around and was about to leave in a puff of sleeves. Zhao Yi quickly stepped forward to stop him. This happened today, a good banquet ended up like this.
Suddenly, Zhao Linyun, who had been standing by, smiled and tried to dissuade him, "Brother Emperor, it's just a test of strength among the servants. Why should you be so serious?"
Zhao Linge looked back and snorted coldly. I have always looked down upon this third brother. He hangs out with a bunch of literati all day long, traveling around the mountains and rivers, and he doesn't look like a prince.
At this time, the old man who came in with the man was a little unhappy. He raised his hands and said, "Your Highness, wait a minute. How can this martial art be judged by brute force? I am willing to compete with this man."
When everyone heard this, someone recognized the old man in front of them. This person is somewhat famous in the capital. His name is Bai Chuan. He comes from a family of swordsmen, and his skill with the Jinghong Sword is superb.
There was a rumor that Baichuan once hosted a banquet for friends and a fly landed on the table. With a slash of the sword, the fly fell to the ground and could no longer fly. When the friend took a closer look, the fly's wings had been chopped off, but its body was not damaged at all, so it got the reputation of "Chopped Wings Rainbow".
Over the years, I somehow climbed up to the high branch of the Second Prince, and became a guest in the mansion. I danced swordsmanship with Zhao Linge all day long, and was quite respected.
Zhao Linge hesitated for a moment. He had lost face twice today. If he lost face again, he would be laughed to death by that hateful Zhao Linyun. He didn't know how to organize himself behind the scenes.
But after thinking about it, Bai Chuan still had some skills. If he could win a fight, he could save some face, so he said with a warm face: "It's not impossible to compete in swordsmanship, but this kid is young and ignorant, so don't hurt him." Just take his life."
Baichuan understood immediately. According to the temperament of the second prince, he would not give any instructions under normal circumstances. It seemed that he wanted to be more aggressive. Understanding in his heart, Bai Chuan walked up to Wu Gen and said, "Shuzi, do you dare to have sex with Bai? Don't worry, Bai will stop bullying the younger ones..."
Wu Gen blinked and did not answer, but turned to look at Zhao Yi. Zhao Yi was a little confused. I am asking you to discuss what I will do. However, Zhao Yuzheng reacted and walked to Zhao Yi and whispered a few words.
After hearing his son's explanation, Zhao Yi unconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth, stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "Since Shi Suo was rewarded with fifty gold just now, we might as well have some luck in this competition. That's good, let's compete. How about the winner getting a hundred taels of gold?"
"Your Majesty is generous." Bai Chuan took the lead in bowing to Zhao Yi. Wu Gen thought for a while and nodded. He just felt that Zhao Yi was stingy.
For a moment, everyone's interest was aroused. Compared with shooting arrows and lifting locks, this back-and-forth fight was more pleasing to the eye.
Soon, an open space was vacated in the field, and a circle was drawn with white ash to serve as the arena.
Wu Gen and Bai Chuan stood three feet apart. Bai Chuan said proudly: "Little brother, you strike first. You can use weapons or fists. Just remember, Bai is fast with the sword. Don't be greedy and rush forward to avoid accidental injury." As he spoke, he held a long sword in his hand. With his sword and fluttering beard, his appearance attracted a lot of cheers.
"Okay." Wu Gen didn't say much. He turned to look in the direction of the courtyard door and nodded slightly.
Bai Chuan was curious and turned his head. The courtyard gate was empty, nothing. Suddenly, a black shadow caught sight of him from the corner of his eye and he was about to raise his sword when the black shadow punched him in the nose. Bai Chuan's body was beaten to the point of flying out of the white circle, and nosebleeds suddenly flowed out like a fountain.
The noise around them suddenly stopped. Before anyone could react, they saw Bai Chuan lying on the ground, and they couldn't help but look at each other in shock.
Wu Gen wiped his hands with his clothes, showing disgust. Baichuan stood up like a carp, wiped the blood on his nose with his hand, and said angrily: "How can young people use insidious means to sneak attack if they don't respect martial ethics?"
Everyone was talking about it, but some people supported Bai Chuan. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wu Gen had just committed a fraud.
Wu Gen cupped his hands unconsciously: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it. What should I do?"
"Come again." Bai Chuan was a little embarrassed and jumped in the white circle again, his legs staggered, holding a sword in both hands, the tip of the long sword pointed directly at Wu Gen, and said viciously: "Boy, I have a famous stunt called Six consecutive swords , you can’t stop when you take action, you have to finish all six swords.”
He turned around and said to the surrounding people: "My lords, you must bear witness to me when the time comes. If you hurt this person, you cannot arrest me for questioning."
Someone echoed: "Don't worry, everyone here is a noble person, and they will keep you safe. Please take action quickly."
Wu Gen moved his wrists and ankles a few times, with a somewhat casual look on his face, "This is Bai Liujian, here I come. Please be merciful and wait until the end."
"Stop talking nonsense and come here."
"Okay."
A black shadow rushed toward Bai Chuan like lightning. Just as Bai Chuan was about to hand out the sword, his head buzzed and he was punched in the nose again. His body fell backward again, but this time the distance flew farther.
There was silence in the field, and everyone realized that this kid was just teasing Bai Chuan.
Bai Chuan became angry with embarrassment. His face was covered with blood and dirt. He stood up with his hands and said, "You are rude. It seems that I can't be nice today." As he spoke, he kicked the ground and flashed his long sword, stabbing straight at him. Wu Gen's head.
Seeing the long sword stabbing him, Wu Gen lowered his head, moved his body into a lunge, and withdrew his right arm. Using 50% of his strength, he hit Bai Chuan hard on the stomach with his right fist.
Baichuan's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and his body flew backwards at a faster speed, falling directly fifteen feet away. After falling to the ground, his body continued to twitch, foaming at the mouth, and he could no longer stand up from the ground.
Zhao Linge looked at Bai Chuan who was struggling on the ground, with a complicated look on his face, and walked to Wu Gen, "Boy, I see you are quite capable. You are willing to be my disciple."
Wu Gen showed his big white teeth and said with a smile: "I will only follow Mr. Zhu."
With a cold snort, Zhao Linge gritted his teeth and said: "You don't know how to promote yourself. Don't think you know how to do it. Don't rely on yourself. You must know that there are people outside." He put his head next to Wu Gen's ear and whispered, "By the way, the art of witchcraft It's a forbidden technique, be careful to set yourself on fire."
After saying that, he walked away regardless of Zhao Yi's efforts to stay.
