Fairy, don't try to mess with my filial piety

The group of grown men were dumbfounded. Whether it was the fighting competition on the stage or the cheers from the women in the audience, they all felt baffled.

"Are we watching the same martial arts competition? I only heard that the sword fighting and sword testing were combined on the same day, but I didn't hear that the stage was also merged..."

"Just now, he didn't stand firmly and fell to the ground. Can this be called a tactical move?"

"It's a good thing these two didn't draw lots against the guys in front, otherwise someone would have died."

The girls were very dissatisfied with the questioning voices from the grown men, and they all glared at them.

"What do these roughnecks know? How can they confuse martial arts with those street fighting tactics?"

"You only watch this one competition a year. As long as Prince Wang appears, I will attend every competition, big or small!"

"Outsider, if you don't understand, just keep quiet! Martial arts requires the cultivation of the mind!"

In short, the scene was very lively.

Yan Daliu nudged the clerk with his elbow and said happily:

"Old Kong, show us your identity as the 'Double Sword Champion' and comment on the competition. Let's see what those girls have to say~"

Uncle Kong looked disgusted and cursed:

"Go away, don't get yourself into trouble at your age."

Another round of competition ended, and the female coach of the martial arts academy who presided over the competition came on stage and announced the contestants for the next round.

"Left: Chu Wuji, right: Qingying."

Qingying was naturally the girl from the Yun family, Yun Qingying. In order not to attract attention, she concealed her surname, changed into ordinary women's clothes, and even tied her hair with a coarse cloth hair tie.

There was not a trace of wealth from a thousand-year-old family on her body, but her exquisite and pretty appearance attracted a lot of attention. This was her natural beauty that could not be concealed by clothes.

Uncle Kong wondered:

"This girl doesn't have the muscular build of those martial arts women. She looks quiet and silent, but she has an extraordinary aura. What's going on?"

What made him even more depressed was that Chu Wuzhi did not show up.

Yan Daliu said, "That's good. It means that the boy has focused on one side of the competition. He should be able to secure the first place again."

The female coach who presided over the competition called Chu Wuji's name several times, but there was no sign of him.

"Chu Wuji's absence is considered a forfeit. According to this year's new rules, is there anyone in the audience willing to step up and sign up temporarily?"

Among the onlookers, there were many apprentices from the martial arts academy. They envied Chu Wuji's achievement of becoming the champion in one go. When they saw the opportunity to register at the last minute, they hurried to the stage to compete.

"I'll go first!"

The male apprentice who came on stage had muscles that showed the signs of hard training, but his moves were adversely affected and there were too many unrealistic fancy moves.

After the competition began, Yun Qingying took two steps. The first step was like a dragonfly skimming the water, with her toes swift and agile. The second step was like a green pine standing on a hill, majestic and motionless.

Chief Constable Yan Daliu exclaimed, "This girl has some serious skills!"

Before he finished speaking, Yun Qingying had already arrived in front of the martial arts apprentice and threw a clean and neat punch. The martial arts apprentice thought that his strength was not weaker than the woman's, so he threw the same punch, but was knocked away.

A strong man just flew off the stage.

Everyone was stunned!

Is this a fake match?!

Victory didn't seem to stir Yun Qingying's emotions. She looked at the female host expressionlessly:

"Next one, hurry up."

The female host was also a martial artist. She was stunned and it took her a while to come back to her senses.

"Next round, on the left: Yun Qingying, on the right..."

This girl fought three consecutive matches, only throwing three punches in total, one punch per person, and quickly advanced to the knockout round.

There were still people off the court who didn't believe it and shouted that the match was fixed. The person who shouted the loudest was invited to the stage. Yun Qingying casually threw another punch, and the man flew a hundred meters and almost lost his life. Only then did the doubts stop.

Although she advanced, the other contestants had not finished their competition yet, so she could only wait on the side.

With nothing to do, Yun Qingying chatted with her mother in the audience and then moved to the other side to watch the sword-fighting competition.

......

The scene of the sword-fighting competition.

Shang Liangzheng, who was behind the scenes, was discussing the situation of the competition with Yu Hualong.

Chu Wuji rode away Shang Liangzheng's BMW at that time. The head coach gave some silver to the soldiers at the city gate and asked them to keep an eye on the horse to see when it returned.

But no news has been received until now.

Shang Liangzheng's expression changed between good-looking and ugly:

"Master Yu, this Chu Wuji has probably given up both competitions. He rode away with my horse!

That's a blood-peeing... sweat-blooded BMW I spent a fortune on, and I usually don't even want to ride it!"

Yu Hualong also felt regretful, he sighed and shook his head.

Chu Wuji participated in the competition. If this rough boy could really make it to the finals easily without losing his form, then Yu Hualong would have no choice but to admit defeat. But at least he could see him being kicked and stomped all the way when he came up from the cannon fodder group, which would be comforting to watch.

Even if he won the championship again, it would not matter. Chu Wuji is now close to the Jing'an Palace. Yu Hualong will then say that the palace has guaranteed him the championship and that he is weaker than them and has no choice but to admit defeat.

Anyway, winning is Yu Hualong's ability. If he loses, it must be because he is inferior to others or oppressed by the dark forces. At least there is an explanation, which is not shameful.

"Master Shang, where did this kid go on your horse? Isn't he going back to Prince Jing'an's Mansion?"

"...I can't figure it out. Maybe the Jing'an Palace gave him a temporary task to help the little princess find cats and dogs?"

"I'm worried that Chu Wuji might have ridden your horse to death outside. If I ask him for compensation, I'll have to worry about the Jing'an Palace's attitude."

*

The locations of these two competitions are not far apart.

One is outside the South City Gate and the other is outside the North City Gate, but it is difficult for ordinary people to run back and forth. Not to mention the speed of the competition, the road is also long, so once you choose a place to observe when you enter, you will basically stay there.

——Unless the food provided by the other side in the competition is better!

The north gate is connected to the imperial palace facing north and south.

On the north city tower, many dignitaries from the palace were watching the sword test and martial arts competition below.

Princess Jing'an and Queen Wen appeared here together. The two beautiful women were chatting and their attention was basically not on the martial arts competition below. They just treated it as a fresh occasion to chat and meet.

As the topic went on, it came to the apple of his eye, Wen Yaoer.

Queen Wen asked, "Yao'er, why are you so depressed? I have ordered the maid to bring the Persian cat and the little white tiger to accompany you."

Wen Yaoer guessed from Chu Wuji's reaction that he was going out of the city to check on the safety of the old doctors. She said:

"I'm worried about the situation in Canal Town. Didn't you, Aunt Queen, say it was dangerous over there? I wonder what the situation is like now!"

No one knows a daughter better than her mother. Princess Jing'an smiled and tapped Wen Yaoer's nose, revealing:

"This is because Brother Chu, who helped her find the little white tiger, didn't show up at the competition and seemed absent-minded~"

The girl was a little embarrassed. She opened her mouth wide and bit her mother's jade finger.

"It's not normal to be worried. I'm so uneasy because the situation in Canal Town is so serious!"

At the next competition stage, the host's announcement came:

"Chu Wuji is not present, so he forfeits the opportunity. Anyone want to register on short notice?"

After hearing this, Wen Yaoer hung her head even more listlessly.

Yun Qingying, who came here to kill time out of boredom, was a little depressed and confused. She didn't expect to hear the name "Chu Wuji" here again.

Both sides sign up, and both sides abstain?

Since she had nothing to do anyway, she registered a step later than others, but she moved like a flash and was the first to step onto the stage, taking Chu Wuzhi's place.

"I come."

So, a similar scene also appeared in the sword test competition.

Three punches to advance to the knockout round + one punch to dispel suspicion of match-fixing

Princess Jing'an on the city wall was surprised. She recognized the girl and said, "Isn't this the daughter of the Yun family? She actually has such a great skill!"

......

Throughout the rest of the day, the competition between the two sides gradually entered a climax, and the final was to begin at nightfall.

At that time, both sides of the competition arena will set off fireworks and make iron flowers, which is regarded as the sincerity and enthusiasm of the organizer.

However, the story of Yun Qingying's attack on both sides spread among the spectators on both sides.

She easily made it to the finals in the sword-fighting competition she signed up for, maintaining a rhythm of throwing one punch per round without feeling any pressure at all.

The designated champion of the sword-fighting competition was dumbfounded. He was Ringo, the eldest disciple of the Sword-Forging Villa.

As the organizer, the villa had given up the championship twice before, so Shang Liangzheng was very kind and let the villa's own disciples go to recommend the champion this year.

When Ringo saw this situation, he knew that if he went on stage, he would definitely lose miserably.

If he was knocked down by a girl with one punch, where would the eldest brother put his face?

The people at Zhujian Villa were in a panic. They were looking for people everywhere to inquire about Yun Qingying's background and tried to make deals with her forces.

"Hurry up, everyone, get moving, find a way to talk to that girl and see what she needs to do to make concessions!"

*

Not only the organizer of the sword-fighting competition was embarrassed, but the organizer of the sword-testing competition on the other side also felt embarrassed and had a headache.

Yun Qingying's registration venue is next door, and she will definitely appear in the finals next door.

But the problem is that she used the temporary quota to pass the sword test competition here and reach the finals.

You can't just get a bye in the finals, right?

The sword test competition has been painstakingly prepared for several months, and today every step has been managed non-stop, with money being spent at a rapid rate.

If there is a bye in the final, can the people who have watched it all day accept it?

I've been waiting for this final match all day!

You can exert overwhelming pressure, but you cannot give up the game!

Who will come to watch this sword fighting competition in the future?

The organizer was about to collapse: "They must be sent by the Sword Forging Villa to cause trouble!"

The only one who could be happy was Yu Hualong. He chuckled and said, "I was really afraid of facing that little woman of unknown origin. Now it seems that my victory is secure!"

Yu Hualong guessed that the organizer would definitely find someone to fill in temporarily, but it would not affect his being the designated winner!

It is outrageous to register for the finals at the last minute, but there is no other way. We really cannot give up the finals and get a bye. The impact will be too bad.

The men from the yamen had watched with boredom all day, and now they chose to set up a table and play mahjong. Uncle Kong sneered:

"Starting from this year, the Three Swords Competition is ruined and has become a complete joke!

To guarantee the top spot, they actually changed the rules at the last minute. Shang Liangzheng probably didn't expect so many loopholes to appear, right? "

Suddenly, a burst of rapid and heavy horse hooves sounded, covering the sound of mahjong tiles colliding.

Chu Wuzhi, wearing a blood-stained black robe, came riding on a military horse.

He had originally intended to go into the city, but when he saw the conspicuous yamen official, he went over and greeted him:

"So the martial arts competition is here, why are you guys playing mahjong?"

Uncle Kong was about to show his cards and shout "Hu" loudly. When he saw Chu Wuzhi's embarrassed look, he was stunned for a moment, then pulled him off the horse and walked quickly towards the arena.

Chu Wuji was confused: "Uncle Kong, what's going on? Why did you pull me over here?"

Uncle Kong didn't know how to explain. Today's competition was too abstract. He said:

"Don't worry about it. This is to help you get a chance to stand shoulder to shoulder with me. What if you can also become the leader of the two swords?"

Coming to the host, Mr. Kong asked:

"Is there still a last-minute registration for the finals? Someone's signed up here!"

Yu Hualong, who was already confident of victory, suddenly saw Chu Wuzhi and the grin on his face disappeared.

Is this guy the Plague God reincarnated into the human world? Is there really no way to escape him?!