The competition between Guo Jing and Yang Kang is over, and Ying Zhu’s side is also coming to an end.
"Qi Gong, do you want to go to Tokyo with us?" Ying Zhu asked.
"Hmm... I won't go. Tokyo is too noisy and has too many rules. I'm an old beggar and I'd rather be quiet. It's so nice to be free." Hong Qigong shook his head and said.
"Well, there's no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever, so let's meet somewhere else tomorrow."
"good."
After saying that, Hong Qigong took the last sip of wine, jumped down from the second floor, tapped the eaves with his toes, and disappeared without a trace in a few breaths.
"Rong'er, it's time for us to leave."
After looking at Huang Rong who was full and rubbing her belly, Ying Zhu looked towards Tokyo and said.
Just when the two stood up and were about to leave, the Quanzhen Seven Sons gathered around. The leader, Ma Yu, cupped his hands and said, "You two are able to sit and drink together with Senior Hong. You must be from a well-known family. I just heard that you two wanted to drink." Going to Tokyo, it just so happens that my junior brother is also taking junior nephew Yang Kang back to Tokyo, why don’t we go together so that we all know each other?”
"you are?"
"The poor Taoist Quanzhen Sect, Ma Yu."
"Oh, Mr. Ma, I have long admired you. Sorry, my sister and I didn't go all the way to Tokyo. We might even go to other places along the way. So, just go together. If there is still a chance, we will meet again in Tokyo. ." Ying Zhu said.
"That being the case, that's all."
Ying Zhu smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Farewell."
After saying this, Ying Zhu took Huang Rong and strode away from the Drunken Immortal Residence.
After the two left, both the Quanzhen Seven Sons and the Jiangnan Seven Monsters looked thoughtful.
... ...
"Brother, I heard that the Quanzhen Seven Sons practiced the Tiangang Beidou Formation that Wang Chongyang spent countless efforts to create. There are rumors that if the Quanzhen Seven Sons come together to set up this formation, they can defeat the Grandmaster."
Ying Zhu chuckled lightly: "I have heard about this formation, but the realm of a master is still the same as acquired and innate, with strong and weak points. According to my observation, Qiu Chuji, the strongest among the so-called Quanzhen Seven Sons, is only They are at the fourth level of Xiantian. Even if they form a formation together, they can at most compete with the weakest group of masters, just like the Tyrant Sword who once fought with me to the death and helped me break through the realm."
"If we are facing someone like Qi Gong, Master, or Jian Jiuhuang, they are no match."
"Oh. Then where should we go next?" Huang Rong asked.
"Of course it's Tokyo. Are you so smart and can't you see that I said that on purpose because I didn't want to have contact with people from the Quanzhen Sect?" Ying Zhu poked Huang Rong's little head and said with a smile.
Huang Rong was dissatisfied with Ying Zhu poking her head, curled her lips and said, "Then let's go."
Seven days later.
"Brother, in about twenty miles we will be in Tokyo."
"There's no rush, there's only so much distance left anyway, let's take a rest and give the horses a rest."
Ying Zhu and Huang Rong got off their horses and walked to the river to drink some water to quench their thirst. However, a sudden sound of gongs and drums made the originally quiet horses neigh and become restless.
The two hurriedly stabilized their horses, looked at each other, and led the horses to find the source of the sound.
At this moment, thousands of ordinary people gathered in a village not far from the two of them.
There is also a ring in the center of the village. On the ring, an old man holds a gong and laughs with a red face: "Look, it looks like the Chinese New Year. Folks, do you know why it is so lively today?"
"Know."
"Why?" the old man asked loudly.
"Because today is a competition to find a bride."
The old man put his hands on his hips and said: "Hahaha, those who are rich these days are afraid of being tied up. Those who have daughters are afraid of being robbed. When walking at night, they are afraid of getting slapped with black bars, and when they go out, they are afraid of being stabbed with a knife."
His words made the audience burst into laughter.
"My old Mu Yu has been exhausted mentally and physically these years. Why? It's not because of the eldest daughter of our family. So, today I just want to find a good husband for my daughter."
"It's easy to marry my daughter. If anyone can beat my daughter to the ground in this arena today, my daughter will marry him, and this Muke Village will also be given to him!" Mu Yu shouted.
"good!"
Everyone in the audience shouted.
"Without further ado, let's get started."
As Mu Yu finished speaking, several little girls from Muke Village slowly walked onto the ring around a young girl holding red ribbons.
After a simple salute, the girl lifted her red hat and revealed her true face to everyone.
Dressed in red, with a few ornaments made of flower ropes on her head, she has a beautiful appearance, a slender figure, and what is even more eye-catching is the heroic spirit that shines from her eyebrows.
At this time, the personal maid threw Mu Guiying's long knife over. Mu Guiying took it and held it in two sections, which attracted applause from the audience.
"Why are you still standing there? Whoever beats my daughter to the ground first will be able to marry her. If you are too late and someone else takes the lead, don't regret it." Mu Yu, who was standing aside, said with a smirk.
As soon as these words came out, a strong man rushed out from the audience and shouted: "I come first!"
However, this man looked strong, tall and mighty, and was knocked off the stage by Mu Guiying within a few moves of the fight.
"Eh~"
The audience suddenly burst into disdain, and several more people walked out one after another, but they were no different from the strong man at the beginning.
Just as one man after another came on stage and was knocked down, Ying Zhu and Huang Rong, who were looking for the voice, saw this scene and suddenly understood.
"It turns out that someone set up a ring for a martial arts competition, but it's a novelty. The person holding the ring is actually a girl." Huang Rong said slightly surprised.
When Ying Zhu saw this, he felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember it for a moment. When he was about to turn around and leave, Mu Guiying knocked down someone again on the stage. He happened to catch sight of Ying Zhu from the corner of his eye, and he quickly looked at her. go.
After seeing Ying Zhu's appearance clearly, her eyes lit up and her heart beat a few minutes faster. Seeing that Ying Zhu was about to leave, she hurriedly shouted: "Young Master, you are already here, why haven't you come on stage yet?" Are you about to leave?"
Everyone followed Mu Guiying's gaze and looked back, and one of the good-hearted people reached out to grab Ying Zhu and said: "Brother, this girl has ordered you, why don't you hurry up and get in trouble? If you...hehe~"
"Huh?" Ying Zhu looked confused. He just thought something had happened and came over to take a look. Why did he go to the ring to fight with a girl? ? ?
"Does this young master look down on me?" Mu Guiying continued.
"Come on quickly."
"Being timid before fighting will not disgrace our men."
"Brother, I support you, go up."
A group of busy people pushed Ying Zhu towards the ring.
Until the moment he stood on the ring, Ying Zhu was a little confused. He turned his head and looked at Huang Rong, who had a helpless expression and was pushed to the back. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times.
