A cold light flashed in Qinglong's eyes: "It all depends on your ability. As long as you can survive three life-and-death battles, we can talk about the future and some of my past events that interest you. Now, the third It’s your turn for a fight, I hope we can still talk like this at this time tomorrow, and then I will let you know more about me.”
As he spoke, he turned around and left. The black robe flew up, bringing with it a smell of putridity and erosion, accompanied by his cold voice: "Put him on the best armor, and return his two knives to him. Appeared."
Liu Yu stood up slowly, and the cell door was slowly opened. Two servants came in carrying a heavy set of fine steel armor and two long and short knives, including Dragon Slayer and Heart-Zhan Lao Tie, and placed them on the ground. He squatted down, knelt on one knee, closed his eyes, and began to eliminate all distracting thoughts in his mind. The noise outside gradually subsided in his mind, and the meaningful words of the black-robed Qinglong when he left were astonishing to him. Those eyes were as cold as electricity, but they never went away. A voice in Liu Yu's heart shouted: Win, live, I want to know, what does Qinglong want to say? !
The fight on the stage was gradually coming to an end. As the last three remaining fighters pulled out their swords from the bodies of their opponents, they then raised their hands to greet the spectators in the surrounding stands. The crowd burst into cheers or yells. Those who had won money were ecstatic, while those who had lost money were angry.
The slaves in the fighting arena began to enter the arena, dragging away the bodies and wiping away the blood. However, in the direction of the podium, a large number of guards poured in, guarding the stands at the highest level and the best position, which had always been empty. Three boxes, which caused the gradually calm fighting arena to fall into a small commotion.
A man wearing a third-grade purple official robe stood up. Many princes and nobles in the box laughed and whispered: "It turns out to be Diao Kui. It's strange. As a court official, how could he appear here? ?”
"I think there are not enough people in this fighting arena. We need to put in some death row prisoners, sinners."
"What's the point? These prisoners on death row are not soldiers. How can these prisoners of war and trained slaves be able to fight? Besides, we don't know their abilities, so it's hard to place bets."
"Hehe, maybe it's because we don't know their strength, so it's fun to place bets. No matter what, they beat theirs anyway, and we bet ours."
Diao Kui looked at the audience with a smile on his face. When the voices of these discussions gradually subsided, he cleared his throat and picked up an iron trumpet so that the 10,000 or 20,000 people in the audience could hear clearly: " I respectfully welcome the King of Kuaiji, Your Majesty. Everyone present bows in silence and shouts, "Long live the mountains!"
As his words fell, a sound of silk and bamboo sounded. From both sides of these VIP seats to the outside of the venue, in the passage guarded by the soldiers who had just entered, Sima Yao, who was wearing a dragon robe, and a big purple official Sima Daozi, the king of Kuaiji in robes, smiled and walked side by side, holding hands. As he walked, he stretched out his hands to greet the dignitaries in the VIP seats on both sides. This was definitely beyond everyone's expectation. Since the opening of the horse stage, The emperor's brothers had never been here before, and they didn't expect that they would come hand in hand today. Everyone hurriedly stood up and knelt down to worship the emperor. The whole place was immersed in a roar of long live like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
In the midst of this noise, brothers Sima Yao and Sima Daozi sat in two boxes respectively. Many sharp-eyed nobles stood up and whispered: "What's going on? Why is there still an empty seat?" ? Who from the Jin Dynasty can still attend with His Majesty and King Kuaiji?"
"Probably Shangshu Ling Wang Guobao, he is the only one with such power."
"How is that possible? Your news is too late. Wang Guobao recently had a falling out with King Kuaiji. I heard that King Kuaiji was so angry that he drew his sword and wanted to kill him. If Wang Guobao hadn't run so fast, he might have died. , how can it be possible to be here again at this time?”
"Haha, aren't His Majesty and the King of Kuaiji friendly on the surface but secretly competing with each other? Maybe His Majesty deliberately brought Wang Guobao here to annoy the King of Kuaiji. Look at that Tingwei Diao Kui, isn't he one of Wang Guobao's people? "
Diao Kui listened to these discussions expressionlessly, and Sima Daozi also heard it clearly. He raised the corners of his lips and said to He Wuji, who was standing beside him as a guard: "Lieutenant He, you also think the same as these people. ?"
After He Wuji came back from the Battle of Luoyang, he returned to his position as the lieutenant of the Prince of Kuaiji. He was usually by Sima Daozi's side. Today, he was fully armed and finely armored. When he heard this, he smiled slightly: "It's just... Those people are just mean-spirited. Your Majesty is broad-minded, so naturally he will not pay attention to such idle talk."
Sima Daozi sighed softly: "If Wang Guobao was as loyal and innocent as you, why would he be like this? I know people and faces but not hearts. I have known him for more than twenty years, but I didn't know that he actually wanted to take advantage of my power. Climb up on me, Wuji, will you do this to me in the future?"
He Wuji solemnly said: "My subordinates must be loyal to their duties and never dare to have any wrong thoughts."
Sima Daozi shook his head and began to pour himself wine: "Well, you are not Wang Guobao after all. People like Diao Kui can't climb up by relying on me. Wuji, no matter what happens today, look Don't get excited about anything, let alone do anything that goes against your responsibilities. This is my king's warning to you. I hope you can take care of yourself and don't ruin your future."
He Wuji's expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Diao Kui's loud voice: "Today, His Majesty and King Kuaiji came to the fighting arena in person, not for anything else, but to have fun with the people, and at the same time, for betraying the Jin Dynasty, The treasonous sinners who surrendered to the enemy and treason must be punished. The fate of treason needs to be determined by God. Before the fate is determined, the dead souls in this fighting field need to be transcended, so that they can pass away and return to peace, so as to avoid the evil spirits. Now, I, the eminent monk of Jianjing Temple, Master Zhi Miaoyin, have been invited to come to the scene in person to help the souls of the deceased."
As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of wooden fish and Dharma gongs. Sandalwood Xiaoxiao and eight young nuns holding Dharma tools opened the way, while Zhi Miaoyin was wearing an earthy yellow cassock and holding a staff. She was wearing a monk's hat, but her stunning face could not be concealed. She walked slowly towards the empty box on Sima Yao's left hand side. As she was walking towards the box, attendants and nuns had already arrived. On this box, an incense table is placed, wooden fish are placed, a futon is spread in front of the table, and all the ritual instruments are in place, just waiting for the wonderful sound to enter concentration.
