Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 219
The three-day deadline is here in the blink of an eye.

The martial arts competition regulations that had been set also arrived as scheduled, and the old place and the old time were surrounded by a sea of ​​people, and nothing could get through.

Going away to the bustling and noisy Zhuque Street, Li Xian and Cheng Chumo clasped their hands, bathed in the morning light, and walked slowly towards the venue side by side.

Li Xian was not interested in these scenes of swords and soldiers meeting each other, but Cheng Chumo begged repeatedly and reluctantly agreed.

I bought two big pancakes at the corner of the street and ate them while walking, seeing Cheng Chumo was in a hurry when he walked, but now he was slow, Li Xian was puzzled.

"Didn't you start yelling early in the morning? Why did you become less interested when you went to the street?"

Cheng Chumo took a mouthful of the pie, a little vague.

"I'm a little anxious because I'm afraid you won't go."

"As for this competition, don't worry! At the beginning, these people just know how to do three punches and two styles, so they are self-righteous. It's worth not to watch the three-legged cat kung fu."

"There is a saying that the good things come later, we just don't miss the last wonderful thing."

As soon as the sun shines, the streets are full of people, and there is a cold light among the shaking clothes.

Of course, these sabers are usually worn by many literati, most of them are just for attire, but today is a martial arts competition, which is much more than usual.

The Jinwu guards paraded through the streets in armor and armed with knives, holding down the hilts of their knives, and swept across the street with fierce eyes, frightened the wealthy young man who was leaning on the corner of the street and hurriedly put away the sword that was showing to his companions.

No matter where you go, you can hear it, and you can always hear some loud and controversial voices.

"The damn Tubo people really have a face, dare to deliberately bully us in the martial arts competition, this martial arts competition is as good as him."

"There is a saying that a strong player has a strong player, and the literary competition is defeated by an expert. It is estimated that the Tubo barbarian martial arts competition will become serious, but I don't know if he will use swords in the martial arts competition."

"Tubo has swords? Using heavy weapons like hammers and axes in the city can make our nimble swords stand on the cheap."

"Hmph! No matter what he uses, my broadsword is not easy to mess with, and he is often powerful when it is used."

Li Xian naturally stayed away from these big men with swords on their backs, and glanced at Cheng Chumo beside him suspiciously.

"Is this all desperate? Keep rushing up?"

Cheng Chumo straightened his chest, affected by the heroism of the Tang man, and was about to say a few heroic words when he heard a clear "tearing" sound in front of him, followed by the muffled sound of a man falling to the ground with a wooden stick. A hum came out.

There was a sharp whistling from the lady, and she swung across the long street with a touch of panic.

"Oh! I hit someone!"

The two looked at each other, quite surprised, in such a bright world, there are so many Jinwu guards fighting in the street?
Before they had time to think about it, the two tacitly quickened their pace and walked towards the wall surrounded by people.

Before squeezed into the circle, a young boy's clear voice was full of justice.

"A group of uncivilized barbarians dare to come to Chang'an City to play wild?"

"Don't piss and take pictures, this is your presumptuous place?"

Without even thinking about it, Li Xian knew that it was the people of the Tang Dynasty who had clashed with people from other lands, and followed the flow of people pushed away by Cheng Chumo to the front row.

In the eyes, the rich man in indigo brocade clothes was holding the handle of the knife with his back facing him, and the five servants in the posture of drawing the knife stared and guarded him behind him.

On the opposite side, three thick-haired burly men with felt hats and boots rolled up their sleeves, with vicious looks on their faces.

"Huidao?"

Cheng Chumo shouted out in surprise.

The young man with his back turned around, saw Cheng Chumo's appearance clearly, and there was a burst of joy on his handsome and tender face, and he turned to meet him.

"How did you come?"

"I want to watch the martial arts competition, I'm here, let's take a look, what's the matter?"

"Hey! Some barbarians don't understand Chinese, and they want to run away before they have enough money for food and money. My family member can speak a few Tibetan words, and I went to explain it, but was kicked away. You can see that I am red."

Pointing to the limping servant who was being held not far away, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, rubbing his arms and legs, he was rather annoyed.

Hearing this name, Li Xian already knew in his heart that this young man who was about the same age as himself was the son of Hu Guogong Qin Qiong.

Hoho~
There was a rough and flat explosion, and the three barbarians with knives suddenly launched an attack.

Fortunately, the servants of the Qin Mansion were all well-trained and had been on guard all the time, so they didn't suffer a big loss just now.

Bang bang.

The air was filled with the sound of fists breaking through the air, mixed with the muffled sound of hammering flesh.

It must be that both parties are aware of the rules of the imperial city, even if they are pressing the handle of the knife, they dare not pull it out easily.

Three against five.

These big Tubo barbarians can't see the slightest disadvantage.

"Yo ho! I want to fight!"

Looking at the chaotic scene, Cheng Chumo felt angry and rolled up his sleeves to go on stage.

Qin Huaidao grabbed Cheng Chumo and smiled.

"Brother Cheng, when are you three thieves, when will it be your turn to do it?"

"I've heard about it a long time ago during Wenbi, but why don't you let me practice it!"

Cheng Chumo remained unmoved, patted Qin Huaidao on the shoulder, and said seriously.

"Mr. Hu Guo didn't ask about the government for several years, and you kid still dare to make trouble in the imperial city."

"Let me come forward in this matter, so as not to save you from going home and kneeling on the board."

Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, Qin Qiong has been extremely low-key, complaining of illness many times, in order to protect himself wisely, and everyone has already known the trouble.

The Cheng family and the Qin family were on good terms, and Cheng Chumo did this to save the Qin family some trouble.

Looking at Qin Huaidao's tangled face, Cheng Chumo waved his hands.

"Go, go, go to Brother Li, and we'll talk after I finish cleaning up these savages."

Seeing Qin Huai knowingly retreating into the crowd and cupping hands with Li Xian, he turned around in peace of mind, twisted his head and moved his muscles and bones, making a crackling sound.

"hey-hey!"

"Dare to do something in the imperial city, today will be a long memory for you."

The original intention was that he came here without observing the martial arts competition, and Cheng Chumo didn't wear a sword, but he came down with bare hands, but he was completely different from the family members of the Qin family.

"Get out!"

Amidst the loud shouts, Cheng Chumo bullied himself up, the wind of fists and palms whizzed towards him, his moving arms were heavy, and the force of rushing towards the Tubo barbarian's face had already lifted the disheveled hair on his forehead.

The nearest Tubo savage didn't dare to take it hard, and turned his face dangerously, watching the enlarged blue veins on the back of his hands past the tip of his nose in his eyes, feeling a sense of suffocation faintly suppressed by a gust of wind.

If one move was missed, the guards on both sides had already retreated, and Cheng Chumo was more comfortable in the open space, and the offensive became violent.Arms suddenly embraced in the middle, there was a muffled slap in the air, and a kick kicked the head of the Tubo barbarian in the ribs.

Accompanied by a slight sound in the air, the Tubo barbarian was ejected like a cannonball, and the two people behind Bei pushed their backs to slow down their strength, and retreated several steps on the ground.

These barbarians are also strong and strong, and their bones are much better than ordinary people. Otherwise, the ribs on ordinary people would be broken by this kick, and the chest cavity would collapse.

The barbarian who stabilized his figure covered his chest with his hands, his face was ferocious and painful, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with a bright red.

Originally, his side had the upper hand, and the Tubo barbarians in charge knew that Cheng Chumo had the aura of a mighty general in the army the moment he saw Cheng Chumo, so seeing Qin Huaidao pointing fingers, he mistakenly thought that a helper had been brought in, so he took the lead attack.

At this time, he didn't expect that the vigorous man in front of him was actually so strong.

Clutching the excruciating pain in his chest, the Tubo barbarian knew he couldn't fight hard, so he murmured something to the two beside him, and the three tacitly put their hands to the scimitar around their waists.

(End of this chapter)