Ling Muyun remained silent, and Ji Kuang asked, "How much do you want?"
“It’s still worth about one gold ingot!”
A piece of gold ingot has isolated the ordinary people, and very few can actually get in.
"What are you thinking about? Qiuci was once the most powerful among the countries in the Western Regions. Although he is a bit stubborn, you can't say he is poor. Zhang Qian, the Marquis of Bowang, is not a warm-hearted person." Li Hao sucked again. Koucha: "If you go, I'll pick a spot first and guard it."
Ling Muyun took out a piece of gold from the package and handed it to Li Hao: "The money has been exchanged, let's make arrangements."
"Eh? This golden pot is not simple. It is signed by the King of Daliang... It should be specially provided by Qianliang. I will go find some clues."
Li Hao walked out of the room, and Ji Kuang grabbed Ling Muyun's package.
"How many more, this time is not wasted!"
The moment the package was opened, even though Ji Kuang was well-informed, he was shocked for a moment.
"The last piece of gold was also exchanged for money, and these are the only jewels left."
"Brother Ling, these are enough for us to eat for several years. If we meet a good owner, it will be more than enough for more than ten years."
"From what you're saying, are you ready to have sex for nothing?"
"Where are you going? Follow Brother Ling so you can have someone to take care of you."
Ji Kuang said it was a matter of course, but Ling Muyun didn't take it seriously. He took a dark green bead from the package and threw the rest to Ji Kuang, including the package.
"You carry the package from now on!"
"Okay, Master Ling!"
Li Hao does things very quickly.
The Shibanya Inn was full of wealthy owners, and Li Hao was a philistine. He took out ten gold ingots from his pocket before he could even burn a stick of incense.
Things used by Liang Shizu are always more expensive.
The three of them stayed quietly for a night, recharging their energy without going to the Ten-Year Dream.
Noon the next day.
Ling Muyun and the others arrived at the martial arts arena early.
As Li Hao said, the martial arts arena is already bustling with people.
A trivial competition cannot attract the wealthy people of aristocratic families who are busy with everything. Only with enough gimmicks can real wealthy people gather in the martial arts arena.
If ordinary people want to come in, it is no longer a matter of money.
The admission fee of just two gold ingots is enough to isolate most of it.
At this time, Ling Muyun realized that the reputation of the Longxi Li family was indeed very useful.
"Sitting in the second row on the east side, wearing felt-brown clothes, with short hair and no scarf, is the Yanqilong family; sitting on the third row in the west, wearing short clothes, with blond hair hanging down, is the Niu family of the Dayue family..."
Li Hao introduced everyone present carefully.
Ling Muyun's eyes were fixed on the lowest row of monks in the east, among which a fully ordained bhikshuni stood out the most.
Standing alone in a row, holding seals with one hand and twisting Buddhist beads with the other, wearing nine strips of clothing.
There is no need to guess, it must be Emperor Ajieyemo who suffered the second fruit.
Turning left and right, Ling Muyun walked through half of the martial arts field and came to Emperor Ajieyemo.
"Master, I have learned a lot from Ling Muyun, so I am polite."
"Infinite Life! Master Ling has come so far, why?" Emperor Ajiye put his hands together and his voice was very soft, like the sound of nature.
"Disciple would like to ask about the alien race, please ask the venerable to clarify my doubts." Ling Muyun kept bowing and his attitude was extremely respectful.
Emperor Ajieyemo is a bhikshuni who has achieved enlightenment. In the countries in the Western Region, he is proud to be able to get even one or two guidance from her.
In such a large martial arts arena, Ling Muyun was the only one who could come up to say hello shamelessly.
Others either didn't dare, or thought that their status was insufficient, or they felt that they should not offend the Venerable Qingxiu.
"Infinite Life! This alien race was given by the King of the Northwest. I don't know the details."
"What is an alien race?"
"Infinite lifespan! The Buddha said that from beginning to end, in life and death, reincarnation does not end, this is for all living beings. There is no birth and death, no reincarnation, this is different."
"Is the alien race immortal?"
Ling Muyun was shocked for a moment.
According to historical records, people who live longer than a hundred years old are really immortal. They are either fabricated or they have gone to the Western Paradise and the Thirty-three Heavens. How can they exist in this world?
Didn’t even Peng Zu, who was so confident in his words, also go to immortality?
If there is such a thing as a "hundred-year hedgehog", Lame Jiu should be one of them.
"It's not about being immortal, it's about being immortal!"
When Emperor Ajieyemo said this, Ling Muyun suddenly thought of the Dharma Fruit and the so-called Zen Machine. Is it because his understanding is too low or because he doesn't want others to understand?
"Master, can you hear about the Ten Niss?"
Ling Muyun asked tentatively, without having too many illusions in his heart.
"Ten rebellions are not rebellions. In the north of the Tianshan Mountains, Mr. Ling may be looking for you!" Emperor Ajiye put his hands together and said, "Immortal life."
Seeing that Emperor Ajieyemo wanted to see off his guests, Ling Muyun couldn't say anything anymore, so he clasped his hands in thanksgiving, then walked through the crowd and returned to Ji Kuang and the other two.
Li Hao was still taking the trouble to introduce the various forces in the field.
"Stop talking, here we come!" Ji Kuang interrupted Li Hao.
I saw that the gate of the venue was slowly opened, and the ones who opened the door were two tall and strong warriors in full armor.
The reason why it is said to be fully armed is that even the head is covered tightly with armor made of fine iron, and there is no leakage of skin on the whole body.
The sound of iron tools rubbing against the joints was not covered up by the creak of the door.
The first to enter were a hundred slaves, all armed with weapons such as swords, guns, and sticks, and numbers painted on their backs.
Apart from his ragged clothes and various weapons, he was strong and powerful, but there was no trace of his status as a slave.
"How can you tell that you are a slave?" Ling Muyun had never traveled far and was civilized in Dingbei. He had already abolished the concept of slaves. When he saw it for the first time, he couldn't help but be curious.
"Look at the ear, if there is a brand, it is a slave. Once the bond is removed, the brand will be ironed out, and the household registration book will be used to check it."
The Li family in Longxi, starting from Li Guang, has been a deterrent to the Western Regions in all dynasties.
As a member of a famous family, Li Hao naturally knew a lot about the countries, customs and customs of the Western Regions.
After all the slaves spread out and showed their muscles to the field, the croupier entered the field to place bets.
There are all people with status in the venue, so there is no need to take real money. It just needs to be recorded and signed by each family to confirm.
After the croupier left, a simple gong sounded in the martial arts arena to remind everyone that the martial arts performance had begun.
It's still the door.
The difference was that a carriage twice the size of usual was pulled in.
The car was covered with a piece of black cloth. When the black cloth was pulled off, a "person" was found bound by several iron ropes, which caused quite a commotion in the venue.
The reason why it is said to be a human is that it does look like a human, but it is as tall as two people and has a thick girth, requiring three people to hug it.
What's even more amazing is that the skin is light blue, without any armor, the facial features are ugly, and the teeth are long and sparse.
He was sleeping deeply, snoring like thunder, and couldn't wake up even if he was whipped.
"Isn't this where I'm needed?" Li Hao said, taking off the long bow from his back.
full moon.
As fast as the wind.
An arrow hit the foreigner's left shoulder, and the arrow penetrated three points.
"Ouch!" The foreigner couldn't help shouting in pain, and sat up with a huff. He ignored the long arrow on his left shoulder and stared at the slaves in the field with his bell-like eyes.
Some slaves were frightened and ran wildly outside the venue, but the door was closed, so they could only hold on to the iron door and moan bitterly.
There are also some shrewd slaves who know they are outmatched and lie on the ground pretending to be dead.
But the foreign race told him with practical actions that cleverness can lead to mistakes.
With one step, the black beads burst out, and the head was lifted up, held and gnawed.
The wealthy daughter and noble lady had already covered her eyes with her sleeves, squatted down and retched.
Most slaves, relying on the weapons in their hands, want to seek a slim chance of survival.
However, stick-type weapons cannot even leave traces when they hit the aliens, while swords and guns-type weapons only leave shallow scars.
The martial arts arena has long since become a killing ground.
Unilateral massacre of aliens
The slaves were punched, kicked, thrown, and pressed, and their limbs and arms were broken, leaving mourning everywhere.
It was not until inside the arena that the skinny slave relied on his dexterity to move around and narrowly escaped several fatal kills before surviving.
Number eighty-one.
Blood flowed on the numbers.
I don’t know if it’s his own or someone else’s.
