I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

Xiao Cui looked at her mistress in great confusion, and when she saw that she was indeed not joking, she hurried to ask for help.

Qin Sixian did not go to the reception room immediately. She waited until she finished teaching Xiaobai a new song before she stood up and went to meet people.

"Sixian, are you okay?"

As soon as he saw his sweetheart, Fang Yan asked anxiously.

Before Miss Qin could answer, he hurriedly explained that he had wanted to come to the Qin Mansion for a long time, but his family members did not agree. He begged and persuaded for a long time before he got the permission from his elders.

"Sixian, are you angry?"

It had been a long time since Qin Sixuan spoke, so Fang Yan couldn't help but use a cautious tone.

"No, you are the first person to come and see me. Sixian is very happy."

Qin Sixian said slowly: "But some facts can't be forced..."

Before she finished speaking, Miss Qin showed a helpless expression.

Fang Yan had a silly smile on his face. It was obvious that he only heard the words "Si Xian was very happy" and completely ignored the subsequent twists and turns.

"Cough" Xiao Cui couldn't help but cough heavily.

"Oh, yes, there is a tug-of-war competition in the city today. Shall we go and watch it together?"

......

Generally speaking, when a man invites his favorite person to go out, he will go to see a lantern festival or something like that.

This type of program can easily create a romantic atmosphere. When the time comes, find an opportunity to hold hands, and the girl's favorability toward you will increase rapidly.

And Mr. Fang was really weird. He actually invited Qin Sixuan to watch tug-of-war!

Miss Qin was originally prepared to refuse, but she suddenly remembered that children seemed to like watching tug-of-war very much, so she reluctantly agreed.

"Oh, what a blast!"

"Yes, right."

Fang Yan stared at the little girl standing between the two of them, his face full of bitterness and hatred.

“There are so many people from the Bantan Gang!”

"Well, I heard that the Bantan Gang is always the champion team in multi-player tug-of-war competitions, and the Bantan Gang usually wins in single-player tug-of-war as well."

Huh, 'usually' wins in the end?

This is quite strange.

Tangtang thought for a moment and asked, "If it's a one-person tug-of-war, will the core disciples of the Bantan Gang not participate?"

"Haha, isn't this Boss Sugar?"

A familiar face came over. He was one of the core disciples who helped carry the meat mountain that day.

"Hello," the little girl greeted with a smile, and then asked the man about the tug-of-war competition.

"Every five years, our Bantan Gang will hold a tug-of-war competition in a large city in Zhao State. There are no restrictions on multiplayer competitions, but core disciples like me are not allowed to participate in single-player competitions."

This is generally the case, but this person is also hiding something.

For example, if ordinary members of the Bantan Gang want to become core disciples, they must win the single tug-of-war competition.

Only in this way can one please the holy object and receive the blessing of [divine power].

Chapter 251 Mysterious Cloaked Man

When the disciple was happily chatting with Tangtang, he saw a thin old man walking towards them from afar.

He immediately stopped chatting with the little girl and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Gang Leader"

Gang leader He nodded slightly, but after looking at the little girl for a moment, he clasped his fists towards her and said solemnly: "Master Tangtang, I have heard of your great name for a long time."

"Hello~" Tangtang greeted in a friendly manner.

Gang leader He runs the Bantan Gang, which has presence in several major cities in the State of Zhao. He is old and has already become a veteran who knows everything.

But at this time, he completely ignored the two young men from noble families beside Tangtang, and just talked to the little girl cautiously.

Fang Yan was not angry at all. He simply made way and moved from Tangtang's right side to Qin Sixuan's left side.

Ignoring the maids and followers behind him, Master Fang was just about to enjoy his "time alone" when loud cheers suddenly rang out from a distance.

The multi-person tug-of-war game has begun, and everyone is cheering for the team they support with great enthusiasm.

"Sixian, let's go over there and watch the game."

Fang Yan's voice was drowned out by the huge cheers. Qin Sixian turned her head slightly and put her hand to her ear to signal him to say it again.

"Go over there and watch the game, okay?"

Mr. Fang, who had to shout at the top of his voice, was already feeling quite regretful at this moment.

Bringing your loved one to watch tug-of-war in order to further develop the relationship seems to be a stupid move.

It's so noisy at the scene that you can't even hear what people are saying. How can you still have a world of your own?

After Miss Qin shook her head and refused, he felt even more depressed.

"Master, did you come to watch the tug-of-war competition because of Miss Qin's invitation?"

Boss He's voice is very penetrating, and no matter how noisy the environment is, it does not affect his communication with the little girl.

Fang Yan's attention was unconsciously attracted, but after listening for a while, he found that the thin old man was just saying some meaningless compliments!

He glanced at Boss He in confusion, not understanding why the latter was wasting time here.

【Accompany】

Qin Sixuan suddenly mouthed these two words to Fang Yan. When he understood the meaning, he couldn't help but be very surprised.

Although it looked down on gangs like the Bantan Gang that made a living by selling physical labor, it was still one of the most powerful gangs in the State of Zhao.

As the leader of the Zhao State, do you have to be so cautious in receiving the master of the Sang State?

............

Qin Sixuan rejected Fang Yan's invitation once, but eventually joined the crowd and cheered for a tug-of-war team in a reserved manner.

The reason......

"Ahhhhh-"

The little girl held the thick rope with both hands, stood at the end of the team and tried her best to contribute her strength.

“Sixian is cheering me on ahhhhh——”

Standing in front of Tangtang was Fang Yan. He pushed the ground with both feet, trying his best to show off in front of his sweetheart.

After the two teams fought back and forth for several times, Tangtang's team pulled over all twenty or so people on the opposite side amid cheers from the audience, winning a great victory!

"It's my Bantan Gang's team's turn to play next. I'll excuse myself for now."

Gang Leader He put on a competition uniform and said apologetically to Tangtang.

"The gang leader is also going to participate?"

"Haha, after all, this is a rare opportunity to have fun with all the disciples."

The little girl nodded, went to the rest area to rest for a while, and then quietly let Xiaobai out.

"Xiaobai, it's so lively today, go and have fun by yourself."

Tangtang is a little girl, and she particularly likes such lively competitions.

Xiaobai was born not long ago and has the playful nature of a child. Seeing Tangtang having fun, he has been eager to try it out!

The relic rubbed the little girl's hand and flew away.

The tug-of-war competition in Datong City is divided into the first half and the second half. The first half is a multi-person competition. The participating teams include both free-form, popular teams that enjoy themselves, and professional challenge teams with fixed members that strive to break the undefeated myth of the Bantan Gang.

The second half is the singles competition, which adopts a promotion system and the final rewards are incredibly generous!

"Single-player competitions don't rely on teamwork. Whoever is stronger wins."

"That's right! In the last tug-of-war competition held in Wuwei City, the final winner in the second half was not from the Bantan Gang."

Many people were talking loudly, using various tactics to encourage people around them to sign up for the singles competition.

.............

"You want to sign up for the competition?"

After looking up and down at the cloaked man in front of him for a moment, the disciple in charge of registration pointed to a sealed box with heavy objects on the side.

"Only those who can drag it with a rope are eligible to participate. My friend, you cover your face so tightly, aren't you afraid of falling down when you walk?"

Ignoring the disciple's teasing, the cloaked man stretched out his gloved hand and dragged the wooden box with a little effort.

"Okay, what's your name?"

"..."

"If you don't talk, I'll write about the mysterious cloaked man."

Nod, nod.

What a weird guy! The disciples of the Bantan Gang curled their lips, wrote down his name and asked him to wait in the preparation area.

Due to the generous rewards and the efforts of a large number of "trustees", there is a constant stream of applicants.

Although there are many applicants, often only one or two out of ten people can pull the sealed box.

The disciples of the Bantan Gang counted for a long time and finally reported 157 names to several core disciples.

"One hundred and fifty-seven! Adding the same number of Bantan Gang disciples, the number of participants has exceeded three hundred."

“Usually there are more than 200 participants, but I didn’t expect to see over 300 this time!”

These core disciples were all very excited. Depending on the size of the competition, the blessing effect of the ancient sacred object would be different.

A scale of one hundred people barely reaches the blessing standard, a scale of two hundred people is an ordinary blessing, and a scale of three hundred people is the highest level of blessing. Those who receive this blessing will be trained as gang successors in the future.

"It's so rare. It's a pity that I have already received the blessing, otherwise..."

While excited, some disciples expressed regret that they had missed the opportunity.

"Not bad, you are at least a medium-level blessing. I only had a hundred people that time."

Another disciple said helplessly: "It would be great if the competition rules could be changed someday. Under the current model, luck factors have too much influence."

"The key is that other modes of holy objects are not recognized either." The disciple who spoke before couldn't help but smile bitterly.

.............

After everyone talked for a while, they reported the good news to the gang leader.

After waiting for a while and seeing that the time was almost up, the core disciples of the Bantan Gang took out the [holy object] with serious expressions.

The so-called holy object, judging from its appearance, is nothing more than an ordinary thick rope.

Chapter 252: The Incomparable White Girl

"That thick rope looks so powerful."

The little girl said simply, and Gang Leader He who was accompanying her suddenly became nervous.

"This rope is the earliest tug-of-war rope in history. Although it is an antique, it is not worth much. It can only play a role in competitions like this. It is usually stored in a warehouse and gathers dust."

There is a bit of history, but it is of little use. Gang Leader He tried hard to convey this information to Tangtang.

"I say, Boss He, is it necessary for you to be so strict? What's in the sealed box?"

Fang Yan had been planning to take part in a singles competition to continue showing off in front of Qin Sixuan, but he ended up making a big fool of himself and couldn't even pull the sealed box.

He complained with a resentful look on his face, and the old man was happy to change the subject.

"Haha, it's just some copper, iron, and other stuff. It's indeed a bit heavy. But the rewards for the singles competition are generous, so the entry threshold should be higher."

Fang Yan wanted to complain a few more times when he heard bursts of laughter coming from not far away.

He looked up and found that the disciples who were carrying the "antique" had fallen and made a fool of themselves in front of everyone.