Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 5 King Qing held a banquet to welcome the wise men

The Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu is famous in the martial arts world, and the beginners are at the lowest level.

This is a general statement, but it is close to ten.

Wu Meng thought about it for a while.

According to Song Moping's template, getting started in three to five years means breaking through to the bottom stream before the age of eighteen, and after another seven or eight years, one can reach the second stream at the age of twenty-five or six.

You can expect to be first-class before the age of forty.

But if I go by my previous situation, I am afraid that I will even touch the threshold of being a low-ranking person at the age of forty.

Being a warrior is such a different profession!

Wu Meng glanced at Song Moping. Before, it was just a guess, but now he was 89% sure that Song Moping had broken through to the bottom.

Wu Meng's pleasant buffet lasted for most of an hour.

As the sun went down, the lanterns and candlesticks that had been prepared were lit, and the braziers burned brightly, making the atmosphere more and more fiery.

The highlight of the night, the martial arts competition, also kicked off at this time.

Following King Xiao Qing's order, all the guests gathered around the courtyard and crowded the arch.

This competition has no restrictions on identity or realm. In theory, everyone can participate.

Due to the majesty of the royal family, there was some silence at first, but after several competitions attracted praise from the princes and princes, participants began to flock in an endless stream.

Wu Meng grabbed half a roast chicken in his hand, found a dark place with few people, and enjoyed it in front of the crowd.

He had only practiced Liuhe Thunder Eagle Kung Fu for a short period of time, and he had never experienced actual combat.

After watching this competition, I gained a lot of insights.

Song Moping also followed, but he was not as leisurely as he was, keeping his eyes on the field all the time.

At this moment, the two sides who were fighting decided the winner.

The winner was a low-level senior who performed brilliantly, defeating the strong with the weak, but he didn't win much applause.

He was probably just a little transparent person with no reputation in Jueshan Palace.

Just as he was about to leave, King Xiao Qing, who was sitting high in the middle, suddenly called out.

"He is a good young man. I am in need of a capable helper. Will you follow me back to Prince Qing's Mansion?"

"!!"

The disciple stared, astonished and speechless.

"Don't worry, I have greeted your palace master earlier. After coming down the mountain, you will still be regarded as a disciple of Jueshan Palace. You should receive half a cent of silver salary. Every month, you will be given a jar of hundred-year-old tiger bone soup and Huanya. Three bottles of water.”

There were gasps of air in the courtyard.

The disciple who was selected went from shock to ecstasy, and bowed his head profusely.

Until he left the scene with brisk steps, the entire courtyard could still hear a pin drop.

Prince Xiao Qing looked very satisfied, drank a bowl of wine, waved his hand and said, "Continue."

The crowd became active, but this time the atmosphere was like fuel on a fire, extremely enthusiastic.

Wu Meng looked on in surprise.

I heard earlier that there was a martial arts competition to add to the fun, but I didn't expect it to be a gimmick by King Xiao Qing to recruit talented people.

Not to mention that Prince Qing is a first-rate master, but his status as a prince means countless resources.

What's more, being able to climb up to this wealthy man means getting closer to the court, the center of power.

Fame, wealth and power are not the only things that warriors practice for.

There is one thing that makes Wu Meng slightly surprised. This Prince Xiao Qing is rumored to hang around in the flowers, and his character is more like a bohemian middle-aged prodigal.

Why did you start recruiting talents?

Of course, it is rare to come to Jueshan Palace, so it is understandable that the two parties hit it off and build a relationship.

This surprise was instantly forgotten by Wu Meng.

He turned around and saw Song Moping staring straight at the competition ground.

"Envy? It's not too late to go up now." Wu Meng bumped the guy with his elbow. "That doesn't matter. I made up my mind to follow the second prince three years ago, so what does it mean to go to Prince Qing now!"

"What are you afraid of? With the second prince's temperament, it is unlikely that he will be blamed. At most, he will be depressed for a while." Wu Meng said with a smile.

Song Moping grinned: "I believe what you said, I will never go, but what if, I say what if... is it a good choice to follow Prince Qing?"

Wu Meng turned around and stared at Song Moping.

After staring for a while, the smile on his face gradually faded.

"Brother Meng, what's your expression like this? Stop it, stop it, pretend I didn't say it!"

"The emperor's home has never been a treasured place for Feng Shui. You have to weigh the gains and losses yourself and be clear about it."

Song Moping did not respond and seemed not to hear. After a while, he changed the topic elsewhere.

It's like this conversation never happened.

The contest lasted for an hour.

I thought that with the end of the competition, the banquet would also come to an end, but for some reason Prince Qing was in high spirits and kept drinking wine one bowl after another.

In the excitement of drinking, he began to tell the story of his unrestrained travels in the world when he was young.

From arresting a vicious criminal alone, to playing piano with a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, making her admire her, from refusing the call of the late emperor three times, to having extensive friendships with various sects.

At this time, King Qing really matched his rumored image.

He kept talking for most of an hour, with no end in sight.

Wu Meng had already returned to the courtyard.

Fortunately, the food supply did not stop. Instead, many new side dishes were added, which he could eat as a midnight snack.

In addition to Song Moping, the eldest prince's personal attendant also came over and was talking about the ranking of the world's masters circulated in the palace.

"The first-class leader, Fox Fairy Sword... The second-class leader, Yeyun Divine Monk..."

"Palace Master Jueshan is ranked eighth on the first-class list...Prince Qing doesn't like martial arts, so he reluctantly entered the list..."

In front of this guy, Wu Meng and Wu Meng looked like two country bumpkins. They could only listen to each other's boasts and couldn't talk to each other at all.

"By the way, my name is Fang Jishi. I know your name is Song Moping. Where is he?" Fang Jishi pointed at Wu Meng.

"This is Wu Meng, Brother Meng."

Francis Jishi nodded: "The name is as ordinary as the person."

Before Wu Meng could speak, Song Moping stared in surprise and said, "Are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?"

Fang Jishi's face darkened: "He does look a bit handsome, but as servants who follow the prince, our martial arts skills are absolutely the same."

He paused: "I advise you to find another job as soon as possible, while the Second Prince is still interested, and you can get some benefits in exchange."

"you……"

Song Moping was about to lose his temper, but Wu Meng stopped him.

Wu Meng smiled kindly at Fang Jishi as a response.

The other party was only a little boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, half a grown-up. He had just entered high school in his previous life, so he naturally wouldn't care about it.

In fact, he even thought this guy was quite smart.

It's a pity that the city government is lacking and the experience is insufficient, so it sees things half-understood and half-blinded.

But this is not a problem. As his experience increases and he becomes more stable, given time, he may become a person who wields power.

Wu Meng did not blame him, but Fang Jishi was very shameless and sat there chatting awkwardly.

Probably except for the prince's followers, the other disciples were not worth his trouble to talk to.

Another hour passed, and the second prince let out a long yawn. His gaze weakly circled half a circle and accurately positioned Wu Meng outside the arch.

All expressions of helplessness.

(End of this chapter)