Pengcheng, horse stage.
This is an unusually majestic fighting arena, with a radius of three hundred paces, as large as a large school field, and surrounded by tall stands, three feet above the ground, as large as a high city wall. In the arena below the stage, there are several Ten gladiators, covered in blood and naked to the waist, were holding swords and fighting with all their might.
With every stab and slash by the fighters, blood rained all over the sky, and the gentry and princes crowded in the stands were all shouting and cheering, and many noble ladies were so frightened that their faces turned red. Some of them even covered their eyes and did not dare to look more. However, the game of cannibalism seemed to have some magic power. Even the ladies and gentlemen who hid their faces would still let out waves of cheers. , and from time to time, I would take a peek or two through my fingers.
In an inconspicuous small shed to the east, four weirdos were sitting together on four small couches. More than a hundred strong men in different colors and holding swords were guarding the surroundings of the small shed. It properly isolates all outsiders a hundred steps away, and everyone's eyes are fixed on the fighting in the arena. This remote corner has become a forgotten place in this stage. Only when the sun shines through The dark ceiling shone on the faces of the four people in cloaks, reflecting the four cold bronze masks of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, revealing an extremely strange look.
Qinglong was sitting alone in the innermost corner. Above his throat, he was blowing out smoke in bursts, placing everyone in the small shed among the clouds and mountains. The fire was shining, accompanied by his extraordinary Jin Feitie's voice sounded: "I didn't expect that this horse show stage built by the Diao brothers to make money would now have such a scale. Even the high-ranking ladies and gentlemen in Jiankang City are flocking to it. Could it be that these people are not worthy of it?" Sons of an aristocratic family, young masters and brothers, are you ready to work hard?"
Bai Hu's voice sounded coldly: "Master Qinglong may have overestimated these noble families. They come here to gamble, not to practice for themselves. Look, Diao Xie can hardly count the money."
Qinglong's eyes fell on the corner of the circus stage. In a luxurious shed, Diao Xie with a white face was busy collecting strings of chips of different colors on the gambling table in front of him. On the other side, Some of his subordinates kept shouting about the odds of victory and death of a certain fighter. As the living lives on the field turned into cold corpses, a stone tablet behind Diao Xie , the engraved names of the fighters were marked with bright red ticks. With each tick, some people cheered, while others were dejected and yelled.
Qinglong smiled slightly: "I really found a new way to play for Diao. It's just that these fighters look ordinary, far inferior to those elites from the former Qin Dynasty who were sent to fight just after the Battle of Feishui."
Xuanwu said calmly: "Those who can fight will always die. If you fight too much, you can redeem yourself. There have been no big wars in recent years. Naturally, it is impossible to capture a large number of elite enemy troops to fight like in the past. What ends up now are just some thieves." , bastard, just for fun."
Qinglong looked at Xuanwu: "Why, didn't Liu Yu capture enough enemy troops this time in Luoyang and Yecheng? Xiyan's elite must have some good stuff."
Suzaku smiled slightly: "Those captives haven't been auctioned yet and haven't been bought yet. It will take some time to transport them. Lord Qinglong, don't you want to bet and play two games today? I admire you so much. This thought actually makes us meet in this place."
Qinglong smiled and said: "Actually, what's the difference between the four of us and those fighters fighting on the field? They are gambling with their lives, so why aren't we? They are risking their lives to show others, who are we risking our lives for? You can’t see that they are below and we are above, but maybe in the next moment, one or a few of the four of us will be dead like them on the spot!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream rang out in the arena, but the originally strongest and most majestic man, who looked like a wild bull, was jointly assassinated by three swordsmen who looked smaller than him. He was hit by one sword, and then two other swords were inserted from his back. The man's mouth was bleeding profusely, and his hands were weak and he scratched in the air. He finally fell to the ground, and his eyes were wide open all the time, as if... I never believed that I would end up like this.
After assassinating the most powerful man, the three swordsmen pulled out the bloody swords from his body almost at the same time, but they started fighting each other again.
Qinglong smiled slightly: "It seems that we are somewhat different from them. At least, I am not dead yet, and the three of you are not killed in a group."
Suzaku smiled and said: "Master Qinglong, there is no need to mention the past. I think the fact that the three of us are willing to meet you here is sincerity enough. We have to look forward, right?"
In Qinglong's throat hole, a burst of smoke filled the air: "I like your character, Master Zhuque, so I am willing to cooperate with a smart person like you. If I hadn't helped Murong Chui this time, Liu Yu would have been afraid Yecheng has been captured. If it weren't for the operation of the three of you in the south, Master Baihu would have detained Liu Yu's family, Master Zhuque planned to lure Liu Yu north, and Master Xuanwu successfully instigated Liu Laozhi to arrest him. The whole plan If it’s perfect, we probably wouldn’t be sitting here, right?”
Baihu said coldly: "Qinglong, we haven't decided how to deal with Liu Yu yet. We still can't trust you. We all know your ability. After such a big rift, it's not okay to just smile and forget the grudge." It’s your style, Master Qinglong.”
Qinglong smiled slightly: "No matter how we fight, it is still a matter between aristocratic families, but Liu Yu, I have said a long time ago that he is not ours and will never become ours. He really wants to destroy our entire mafia. Yes, this is not a personal grudge against Qinglong and I. Let’s work together this time to kill Liu Yu completely. As for the future, we’ll talk about it later, okay?”
Suzaku said coldly: "Master Qinglong, you are so eager to kill Liu Yu because he is the only one in Dajin who can control you and the only one who insists on your death. You can compromise with everyone else." , negotiate, bribe, use, but you can do nothing to deal with this guy, but we don’t have such a deep hatred with Liu Yu. Maybe keeping Liu Yu is the guarantee that we can get along with him for a long time. "
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