I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 40 A thousand pieces of gold will be won
Chu Changshou was stabbed in both legs and fell to his knees in an instant. Song Boyu was not cruel, as he did not penetrate his neck with the sword, nor did he break his hamstrings.

Chu Changshou felt the sharp sword edge coming out of his neck and piercing his skin. At this time, there was no room for him to hesitate.

Such a bald man burst into tears, raised his hands high in the air, and cried, "I give up!"

After he finished speaking, he prostrated himself on the ground and burst into tears.

The onlookers laughed loudly and laughed at this man. In the eyes of most warriors, losing is not the most embarrassing thing, but the most embarrassing thing is not being able to lose.

Some people also said some fair words.

"His hometown was hit by a disaster, and he may be desperate now."

"The main reason is that Kuaijian boy is too strong. Not only is the long sword drawn very fast and ruthless, but the short sword is like a raging sea!"

"Indeed, the bald man at least forced Kuai Jian Boy to use his short sword. Those in front were all defeated by the long sword within five moves."

After the referee announced that Song Boyu had won, he put away his sword, walked up to Chu Changshou and said angrily: "You look like you are in your 30s, but you just lost and you are not dead. What do you look like crying?" Looks like."

Chu Changshou thought of his family members who were starving at home, and cried even harder, sobbing: "I, my family is from Linqing County, Zhucheng Prefecture. We were hit by drought, and the whole county was hit by a severe drought. We failed to win the first prize." First, I don’t have money to buy food. I’m afraid I won’t survive this winter…”

When Song Boyu heard this, he couldn't bear it. He thought of how when he was a child, his family was forced to flee to Fucheng because of the influence of the alien beast Dry Musk.

But after thinking about it, he shouted again: "How many people can your family have, and do you still need food worth 1000 taels of silver?"

Chu Changshou was defeated by Song Boyu and became short of breath. He whispered: "I, my whole village is a family with one surname. There are more than 100 people. They all count on me to bring food back to survive this winter."

Song Boyu sighed after hearing this, stretched out his hand to pull him up, helped the bald man off the stage, and asked in a low voice: "How much coarse grain do you need?"

Chu Changshou's legs were a little weak. He was reluctantly supported by Song Boyu and walked off the stage. He whispered: "I, I don't know how much I want. In short, I need a lot to get through this winter. The dry musk deer has left, and we can hunt in the spring. Fishing, catching shrimps and digging for wild vegetables, I can barely get by.”

Song Boyu asked directly: "How many people are there in your village?"

"More than 160? I really don't know the details. What do you do with this?" Chu Changshou walked to a broken package, sat down on the ground, took out some bruise medicine from the package, and applied it with a grin on his face.

Song Boyu frowned, paced left and right, and said in a deep voice:
"An adult needs at least one kilogram of whole grains to survive. If you want to eat healthier, at least one kilogram and five taels. Even if you are an adult, you will need 240 kilograms of whole grains a day, which is two stones!

It's the fifth day of November, and there are at least three months of winter. If you count one more month, that's 120 days, which means you need 240 shi of coarse grains!right? "

Chu Changshou had never attended elementary school at all. At this moment, he was confused and could only nod his head blankly: "It should, it should be, right?"

Song Boyu clapped his hands and said with a smile: "240 shi of coarse grains, half polished rice and half bran, one shi and a half of money, 240 shi is 120 taels of silver. What you need is not a thousand taels of silver, 120 taels is enough."

Chu Changshou didn't know how serious it was, but he became frustrated again: "I know nothing but Kung Fu, and I can't earn 120 taels of silver in a hurry!"

Song Boyu patted his bald head hard and said with a smile: "I'll lend it to you! You are willing to fight to the death for your relatives in the same village. You are a man. As long as I get the first place, I will definitely lend you 120 taels of silver."

The eyes of Chu Changshou, a bald man, suddenly lit up and he nodded vigorously: "Really? My mother and father said that we must pay back our debts, and it is only natural. If you lend me money, I will work with you to pay off your debts after spring. "

Song Boyu laughed, and only said: "When you gather enough money to pay me back, you don't have to sacrifice your life. Just cheer for me in the audience, and I will settle for the thousand taels of silver!"

After that, Song Boyu fought again, and the battle was resolved within ten moves, and he finally became one of the top eight in the Golden Chamber Dou Yong.

The bald man Chu Changshou really did what Song Boyu said. He cheered in the audience and became the most solid supporter, full of expectations.

It was almost dusk. After the top eight in the three realms of hardness, softness, inner strength and divine power were decided, a gorgeously dressed old man stood on the high platform and announced to everyone with great energy: "Today's Golden Chamber Fight" This is the end of bravery. All warriors, please drink and eat as much as you like. Tomorrow we will watch the finals of the Golden Chamber Battle with the nearby people! Now please invite 24 warriors from three realms to come on stage!"

Song Boyu walked onto the stage and saw Xun Feipeng as expected, and the two nodded.

The fat white man, Master Wo, and his assistant, the burly old man Master Chen, were also on the stage. The white fat man glared at Xun Feipeng hatefully, and then looked at Song Boyu provocatively.

Song Boyu ignored this person, but secretly decided that if he met him tomorrow, he would regret his actions today.

As for Baang, although he has reached the perfection of strength and softness, there are too many warriors stuck at this level, and they have mastered more superior kung fu. Baang's skills are inferior and he is only among the top [-].

The richly dressed old man took a few pieces of white paper and began to introduce them one by one. When he introduced Song Boyu, he showed a hint of surprise and said to Song Boyu: "You are only 13 years old, and you are already strong and successful. What is even more rare is that you can enter You are still in the quarterfinals, and I hope you can have a better performance tomorrow."

Song Boyu politely cupped his fists and saluted, and said modestly: "You are so complimentary."

Among the people on the stage, there was a young man with fair skin and short stature, which surprised Song Boyu. This man was dressed in white coarse linen clothes, with long hair hanging around his shoulders, and his eyes were covered with black cloth, but he acted as usual, which was very extraordinary.

When Song Boyu stared at the other party, the other party actually smiled at him, as if he could see it.

Song Boyu listened carefully to the introduction of the old man in Huayi, and knew that his name was Lu Qiuming, he was strong and perfect, and he was from Xile Street in Yongningfang, Fucheng.

That night, all the people feasted and clamored, Xun Feipeng, Song Boyu, Bayang and Chu Changshou gathered together, drinking and eating delicacies, very happy.

Ba Ang raised his glass to Song Boyu and Xun Feipeng and said: "Tomorrow it will all depend on how active you are in the ring! Being able to reach the top eight is already an extremely remarkable achievement. If you are lucky enough to win the championship, you will become the gold medal of our martial arts school in the future. Shop sign."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bald Chu Changshou bared his teeth and said with a smile: "I hope Brother Song will win the championship of the inner strength realm. My family is all counting on Brother Song."

"Huh? I didn't expect that someone has already determined the champion of the inner strength realm? Have you asked me?"

The harsh sound like a broken gong came again. Song Boyu looked up and saw that it was the annoying fat white man again. The strong white-haired burly old man was standing behind him.

Song Boyu was not afraid and snorted coldly: "Whose pig is not tied up properly, why does it come out here and make noise? Aren't you afraid that it will be made into a roast pig and eaten by others?"

Xun Feipeng and others laughed knowingly after hearing this.

Fatty Bai hated people calling him a pig the most in his life. His face immediately changed color and he rushed forward to fight Song Boyu.

　Thanks to my book friend for tipping my little carp!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)