"What kind of person are you? Can you be compared with the King of the Northwest?" The blacksmith shook his head and said noncommittally: "If you don't say such useless words, Hakka can take off the knife so that I can measure it!"
"Qiuci City is running into the city. Is there any excitement to join in?" Ling Muyun asked while taking off the ink blade.
"The Hakkas don't know. City Lord Bai and Li Hao are competing in martial arts at the martial arts arena. This is a rare opportunity." The blacksmith took the ink blade and stroked the blade gently: "Why don't the Hakkas go and have a look? Leave the weapons to me first. It takes several hours to make the scabbard, and if the Hakkas have special requirements, it will take even longer."
Ling Muyun pondered for a moment: "Forget it, just make the simplest scabbard! As fast as you can, it will be as fast as you want!"
He didn't want to miss the competition between Bai Zhen and Li Hao. Why not experience the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and the customs of Qiuci?
But he was worried about leaving the ink blade in the blacksmith shop. After all, it was the only thing her mother left him.
Let’s not mention whether it’s precious or not, it’s just a thought.
"Okay!" After the blacksmith finished speaking, he only glanced at the ink blade briefly, then took out a dusty black scabbard from the rack and put it on the ink blade.
One point more means lenient, one point less means discomfort, just right!
"Blacksmith, you don't have the ability to predict the future. You have already made the scabbard and waited for me?" Ling Muyun said with a hint of joking: "It's so suitable!"
"As the Hakka people say, it's not fate!" The blacksmith rubbed his hands and said, "Just give me a little money, it's not something expensive."
"Well, indeed!" Ling Muyun played with it for a moment, nodded with satisfaction, and continued to ask: "How to get to the martial arts arena?"
"It's not far, Hakka can just follow the flow of people!"
After paying the money, Ling Muyun followed the flow of people.
Sure enough, as the blacksmith said, after walking less than a stick of incense, the martial arts arena came into view.
However, the door of this martial arts arena is very stingy. If you don't look for it deliberately, it would be difficult to find it, but once you walk inside, there is a lot to discover.
Go through the porch, hand over a few taels of silver ingots, and then find a seat wherever you like.
Ling Muyun found a seat near the front, where the crowd seemed less crowded.
The reason why people don’t like to sit forward is because blood experience tells everyone: dust is everywhere and it is easy to be accidentally injured.
After a while, a man who looked like a waiter came and approached him: "Sir, do you want to play gambling?"
The competition in the martial arts field is naturally very attractive, but what makes people flock to it even more is this game.
There are two types of gambling, one is betting on winning or losing, and the odds are set by the dealer in advance; the other is betting on duration, which increases the duration based on winning or losing, is more difficult, but has a higher multiplier.
Ling Muyun didn't know the two people he was competing against, and he didn't want to gamble, but the croupier looked at his bulging package and refused to leave. He introduced the game in various ways.
In desperation, Ling Muyun took out a gold ingot and let the dealer decide whether to win or lose.
The croupier has been around the casino for a long time, who hasn't seen him before? But this was the first time that I was allowed to decide the outcome.
But looking at the heavy gold ingots in his hand, he showed a flattering smile, took the wooden sign for recording, and asked tentatively: "Li Hao?"
"Okay! As soon as I saw the surname Li, I knew it was not simple!" Ling Muyun nodded and pressed his fingerprints on the wooden sign.
The croupier successfully took a big order, secretly happy in his heart, flattered a few words about being visionary and getting rich, and then hurriedly found a new home.
Ling Muyun crossed his legs and waited boredly for the two martial arts contestants to enter the arena. Unknowingly, there were more people around him who couldn't find the seats in the back row.
After a long time, the sound of gong "dang" silenced the noisy martial arts arena.
Immediately afterwards, two people walked out of the field. One was wearing a short civilian shirt and carrying a long bow on his back. The other was wearing armor and holding a long sword.
"Dang!" Another gong sounded, and the competition began.
"I thought I was going to talk a lot, but at worst, I had an opening statement. Who knows, it's really simple and direct! I just can't tell who is Li Hao and who is Bai Zhen. Hey, I don't know. I'm afraid the gold ingot will be fed to the dogs." Ling Muyun muttered quietly.
"This young master, whose personal name is Li Hao, calls himself the sixteenth generation grandson of Flying General Li Guang. He calls himself Bai Zhen when holding a sword. He is a descendant of King Bai Ba and is the current Lord of Qiuci City."
A man in white clothes and a white crown who looked like a scholar took over Ling Muyun's words. After explaining, he asked: "Where is the young master from? Have you been deceived?"
"No!" Ling Muyun turned his head and looked at the man carefully. He was carrying Ji Qin on his back. His face was pale, without even a trace of blood. He looked like a dead man. He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Where is the young master from?"
"Yiyang Hou Ji Kuang! Be polite!"
"Ji Kuang? Is Ji Kang, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest..." Ling Muyun was startled and asked subconsciously.
"It's the ancestors! What's your name?"
"Ling Muyun." In front of the Empress of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, saying that she was determined to be the Ling family was just humiliating herself: "Master Marquis, do you recognize the lame old man, who is also a disciple of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove."
"Described as wretched, so... a good woman!" Ling Muyun added eagerly.
"According to Mr. Ling's description, it looks like a mountain slip. However, he should have passed away in the sixth year of Yongjia." Ji Kuang continued: "The world is in war, and after the seven sages, they either stay away from right and wrong, or they do their own thing and keep in touch with the world. It’s not as good as before, there may be people I don’t know, and I can’t know.”
Laijiu looks old, but is actually no more than sixty years old. He has a disability and obvious features. He is also a descendant of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. Logically speaking, he should belong to the "rare" category.
Could it be that Laijiu is really a mountain slip?
As Ji Kuang said, isn't Laijiu already over 130 years old?
Shaking his head to shake off this unrealistic idea, Ling Muyun blamed Laijiu's life experience on him for lying at the time.
"If you dredge high-quality mountain slips, you will never touch someone's breasts!"
"Master Ling has seen the mountain slips?"
"No, I was just curious!" Ling Muyun did not reveal Lai Jiu's "glorious deeds" and looked into the field.
Li Hao's last arrow was extremely powerful and had a faint sound of breaking through the air, but after using it, the arrow pot was empty.
The big horse sword is thick and heavy, but it is extremely light in Bai Zhen's hands when "chopping, stabbing, and slashing".
Holding a sword flower, he used a sharp and clumsy thrust to block the arrowhead and retreated more than ten feet, leaving a ravine in the ground.
The arrow split into two, flew out from both sides of Bai Zhen's body, and suddenly landed on the ground.
"Li Hao lost, and I lost too." Seeing that Li Hao had no backup, Ling Muyun suddenly thought of his own gold ingot, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
“It’s not yet known!”
Ji Kuang indeed had the demeanor of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. Before Ling Muyun could ask further questions, he took it upon himself to explain.
Li Hao practiced "White Feather Crossing", a ancestral skill passed down from the family of Flying General Li Guang. He once flew across weak water with an arrow and was astonished.
He also fully understood Li Guang’s self-created secret skill "Looking to the Northwest: Shooting the Heavenly Wolf". It is not yet known whether this arrow is worthy of a million divisions, but he once used this arrow to repel 3,000 Qiang soldiers and horses for hundreds of miles. It is said to be a good talk.
