Joy of Life: Rebirth of the Second Prince, Inviting Emperor Qing to Die

Chapter 422 If you don’t have the ability, don’t pretend

Kyoto City.

Autumn of the first year of Zhenguan.

September 24th.

The day before the "Martial Arts Tournament" was held.

As time went by, people from all over Qing Kingdom who wanted to participate in the martial arts competition had already arrived in Kyoto City one after another.

This is indeed a good thing for most people.

Especially those people at the bottom of society, finally saw the dawn of happiness.

After all, for most people in Qing, it is not easy to serve the country. Even if they have the ability, there is no opportunity at all.

For scholars, they can take the imperial examination system.

But for warriors, the opportunities are very rare. Now that we finally have this chance, we naturally cannot miss it.

Therefore, some people with great martial arts skills in the martial arts world wanted to join in the fun.

Of course, there were also many people who came to Kyoto City not to participate in the competition, but to join in the fun.

Such a grand event is naturally not seen under normal circumstances.

The restaurants and inns near the martial arts competition venue have been doing booming business recently, several times more than before, and some of the owners are so happy that their mouths are crooked with joy.

In the "Yipinxiang" restaurant.

It wasn't even noon yet, but the place was already packed with people, and there was noise and bustle everywhere.

There is less than a day left before the competition, so many people who are participating in the competition have been waiting here for a long time.

Now we finally have this opportunity to soar to the sky. Not only can we serve the country, but we can also be promoted. Who would refuse it?

In the hall, several strong young men sat together and chatted.

One of the young men was not very old, probably in his early twenties. He was wearing a green robe, holding a sword in his hand, and drinking.

The man next to him immediately raised his glass and said, "Let me toast to Brother Chen first."

"If nothing unexpected happens in this martial arts competition, Brother Chen will definitely win the championship."

"That's right." The other two men also raised their glasses and said, "I think it's good. Brother Chen really deserves to win the championship."

"Let's not talk about anything else. Just look at Brother Chen's martial arts. How can an ordinary person be his opponent?"

"When the conference starts tomorrow, I will definitely support you with all my strength and bet on your victory."

Normally, no matter what happens, you can always bet on a tie.

Now that such a big thing has happened, it is naturally no exception.

Therefore, the news about tomorrow's bet has spread throughout Kyoto.

Although the young man named Chen Kang is confident in his heart, he still has to remain low-key for the sake of face.

He immediately waved his hands and said, "You are joking. There are many people who are better than me. How can I boast of being the best?"

"It's better to keep a low profile."

Others did not think so and expressed their respect again.

"Brother Chen, you can't say that. Your martial arts skills are obvious to all of us. It can't be fake."

"The reputation of 'Wind Chasing Sword' is something that no one else can catch up with."

"That's right. Last year, you defeated seven fifth-rank masters by yourself. It was well-known throughout the martial arts world."

After hearing the compliments from everyone, Chen Kang said with a smile: "It was just a coincidence, it's nothing."

At this moment, someone at a nearby table sneered.

"You've defeated a few fifth-rank masters, and you still have the nerve to brag about it here. This is simply hilarious."

"You just said something so impressive that I thought you defeated the Grandmaster."

"Hahaha, a fifth-rank person is also considered a master? Doesn't that mean he just needs hands?"

"That's right, a bunch of ignorant people." As soon as these words were spoken, a fight immediately broke out between the two sides.

The group of people who had just defended Chen Kang were naturally unhappy and stood up one after another.

"What did you just say!"

"That's right, you know nothing, how dare you say such nonsense."

"How dare you say that, Brother Chen? That's too much."

The other group of people also stood up hurriedly, pointed forward and said, "What's wrong? We are telling the truth."

"That's right. People who are weak can't listen to others."

"You are such a frog in a well. You actually have the nerve to come to participate in the martial arts competition. Is that a place you can come to?"

"That's right, a bunch of country bumpkins, get out of here as soon as possible."

"If you have the ability, let's fight and see what's the truth."

For a moment, the two groups stood facing each other, about to draw their weapons.

However, most of the onlookers were just watching and some even laughed.

Anyone who comes to Kyoto City to participate in this martial arts competition is not an ordinary warrior, they all come for their future.

However, those with weak martial arts skills simply would not come here.

Therefore, those who are already strong in martial arts will naturally find it interesting to see the fight between the weak.

At the same time, at a table in the hall, there were several men with extraordinary temperament sitting. They were Yanri, Shengqi, Xiang Yu, Li Cunxiao, Fan Wujiu, and Xie Bian.

A few days ago, Xiang Yu and Li Cunxiao had been practicing hard every day in order to compete for the martial arts competition.

There is only one day left before the martial arts competition begins, so there would be no point in training now.

So, they left the palace and prepared to relax.

Just when Xiang Yu and Li Cunxiao had just started their meal, they saw this happening nearby.

Yanri and Shengqi were drinking silently, feeling that there was nothing interesting, and did not say anything.

On the contrary, Fan Wujiu saw the people next to him fighting and laughed:
“This group of people is really interesting.”

"You are so weak in martial arts, and you have the nerve to come here and show off."

Li Cunxiao shook his head and said, "What's the big deal? This is a conference that everyone should attend."

"Although their cultivation level is relatively weak, they have the fighting spirit, which is worthy of respect."

"I think so too." Xie Bian shook his bangs, smiled slightly and said.

Everyone at the table, except Fan Wujiu, trembled after seeing Xie Bian's actions.

Fan Wujiu disagreed and said, "It's a pity that although they have high fighting spirit, they ran into two freaks like you."

"In the entire world, apart from the old monster Li Chungang, no one else can deal with you. It's simply too difficult for others to deal with you."

"Hush!" Li Cunxiao immediately lowered his voice after hearing Fan Wujiu's words and said:

"Please keep your voice down. If Li Chungang hears you, you will definitely get beaten."

"I forgot about it the last time I got beaten up."

“Haha.” Fan Wujiu waved his hands and said, “It’s okay. It’s just a beating. What’s the big deal?”

"Even if he were here, I would still be disdainful."

However, everyone else at the table stopped what they were doing and immediately looked at him with contempt.

"If you don't have the ability, then stop pretending, okay?"

"Wait, it will affect us too!"

Everyone complained.

(End of this chapter)