After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 299 Ring No. 7

  He Lingchuan didn't answer, and told the woman who had just come in with hot water: "Go and get her a hot dish and hot rice, just tell Young Master He wants it." After saying that, he nodded to A Jin, got up and left.

  After he left, the soldiers on duty also rushed to He Chunhua's tent and reported the conversation between the two.

  He Chunhua smiled after hearing this: "Is this kid not messed up again?"

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   For the next three days, there will be plenty of rain.

  He Lingchuan couldn't sleep at night, so he simply got up and asked his personal guard to set up a bigger and more spacious tent for himself. That specification is almost catching up with the state officials.

  He practiced the knife in the tent.

   "Fusheng"'s sword energy is too fierce, He Lingchuan didn't want to leak rain everywhere while sleeping, so he cut himself a simple wooden knife, and used it to practice "wave chopping" every day except for eating.

  Due to the limited space, he did not combine the saber technique with the body technique, but repeated chopping one by one. Occasionally, soldiers passing by his tent would see Young Master He using the most basic footwork and chopping out the most basic knife style.

   But for He Lingchuan, ever since he jumped into the river to face the water waves, he has a sudden sense of this saber technique. What he couldn't figure out before, now he knows how to use the saber.

  His body initially remembered this "feeling".

  If it weren't for the fact that the Han River was already turbulent and people couldn't live in it, he wished he could jump in and try again and again.

  The sound of rain continued, covering the faint sound of wind and thunder on the wooden knife.

   This movement is sometimes loud and sometimes disappears.

  When Shan Youjun passed by, he saw He Lingchuan slashing the ground with an ordinary knife. The knife had already been put away, and there were more knife marks on the ground with a bang.

   He noticed that the blade of the wooden knife did not touch the ground. However, the knife mark was neat, penetrating an inch into the ground.

   When Shan Youjun came again a few hours later, the rain had already subsided. Young Master He stood at the door of the tent and yawned. When he saw him, he asked, "Do you know when drawing a knife can cut off the water?"

  Shan Youjun was very cooperative: "Please advise me?"

"It's now."

  He Lingchuan suddenly drew his sword.

  The seven drops of rain falling from the sky, whether they were close to the ground or just about to fall on Shan Youjun's forehead, suddenly turned into fourteen drops.

   are cut from the middle.

  Shan Youjun felt that Yintang was cold twice in a row.

   Look at He Lingchuan's blade again, it's dry and crisp, without any water or dew.

  He hit it with a knife.

   "Boss, this is very dangerous!" When He Lingchuan drew out his sword, Shan Youjun felt numb in Yintang, and a little chill went straight to the back of his head.

  He knew very well that although the wooden knife didn't touch him, if the strike just now wanted to kill him, he would probably have fallen to the ground.

   "Happy, happy!" He Lingchuan sucked his lips and screamed, his whole body was transparent.

  The result of enlightenment this time can be regarded as consolidated. He threw the wooden knife aside, shook his neck, and suddenly there were continuous clicking sounds.

   Only then did he realize that he had been practicing hard and had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights. Physical and mental exhaustion came overwhelmingly, trying to throw him down.

   "I need to sleep." He told Shan Youjun, "Don't bother me if it's okay."

   After saying that, he walked to the bed, fell down and fell asleep.

  …

  Why is there so much noise in the dream?

  He Lingchuan rubbed his eyes, and found that he seemed to be standing in the barracks again, surrounded by tough men.

   Shout, clap, or boo.

  He looked around.

Um? Martial arts hall?

  Why did he stand on the side of the biggest martial arts field in Panlong City as soon as he fell asleep?

  He Lingchuan turned his head and found that Sun Fuling was standing beside him, looking up at the ring.

  Before he had time to speak, he was slapped on the back, and the thin man's voice was almost covered by the surrounding noise: "Duao Dao, are you still betting?"

   "Which bet?" He Lingchuan turned around after asking, and saw Hu Min standing beside the thin man, "Hey, why are you here?"

   "I have nothing to do to play a few games, and I want to see if there is any upset here." Hu Min pointed at the thin man, "I just placed a bet with him."

   "Which table to bet on?"

   "Which one else?" The thin man pointed to the south, "Ring No. 7, wild boar vs. Monsanto!"

  He Lingchuan was taken aback, turned his head to look, and sure enough saw two big strong men standing on the ring, one of them was the familiar face Meng Shan.

  In the previous dreams, Monsanto beat him alive.

  Monsan's opponent this time is also a muscular man over eight feet tall with a face full of flesh.

  In terms of size and appearance, the two men are on par.

  And the No. 7 arena is located at the southernmost end of the Martial Arts Hall, half of which protrudes from the middle of the street. The civilians of Panlong City can watch the competition as long as they stand on the street.

  So the battles in this arena are highly entertaining and attract the most attention.

  Now, the center of the street is crowded with spectators, no matter men or women are waiting eagerly, even some people dare to stand on the iron railing on the edge of the ring to watch.

  The boring daily life of city dwellers needs a fierce fight and splashing blood all over the screen to adjust.

  He Lingchuan asked the thin man, "Who has the highest odds?"

"Of course it's a wild boar." The thin man pointed to the strong man on the stage. He had a fat face, big ears, and a gold-covered chin. His nickname was not for nothing. I only lost once when I went to the North Campus."

   "Then what is there to bet on?" He Lingchuan was disappointed, "Everyone buys Monsanto to win."

   "Not necessarily, I bought a wild boar to win." Hu Min chuckled, "This guy seems to have potential. Besides, if he wins, he will use his small to make a big fortune."

  Sun Fuling beside him also smiled and said, "I also bought a wild boar."

   "You are a teacher of the people, a hard-working gardener..." Is it appropriate to participate in such a fair game?

  Sun Fuling frowned slightly: "What gardener, I don't weed!"

  He Lingchuan turned his head and said to the thin man, "Okay, I'll buy wild boar wins, half a tael."

   "Cut!" The skinny man pouted at him, "Bratty."

  He carried a huge skin bag on his back, which was full of change. Obviously, there were surprisingly many people betting today, and even civilians outside the venue joined in one after another.

   Then the rapid drumbeat sounded.

   This is the drum of preparation.

   As soon as the drum beat stopped, two strong men collided like bullfights.

  The two civilians standing on the fence were instantly shaken by the aftermath of the collision, and the surrounding audience shouted loudly.

  Meng San’s opponents would usually adopt a free-for-all strategy, but after Wild Boar came on the field, he directly started head-to-head with him, and the fight was like a punch to the flesh.

  Everyone in the audience had a great time watching it, and there was often thunderous applause.

   Within a few rounds, He Lingchuan saw that the wild boar was good at hugging and throwing. Twice when he hugged Meng San, he was hit on the back. Even a rough-skinned and thick-skinned man like Meng Shan couldn't bear it, so he lay down on the ground for several breaths before getting up.

  The wild boar’s name is deceptive. He Lingchuan heard some people around complain bitterly: “Shouldn’t the pig be called an arch? He should be called a wild bear.”

   This is probably the one who bought Monsanto.

  However, Meng San has learned to be good after suffering two losses. Every time he is caught, he locks the opponent's joints to prevent the wild boar from displaying its special skills.

  Hu Min folded his hands into a horn and yelled: "Reverse lock, reverse lock! Hey, I'm so stupid, take another step slower!"

  In the midst of the call from Thousand People Mountain, He Lingchuan heard Sun Fuling's sigh: "It's over, the wild boar is going to lose."

   Sure enough, after Meng San locked the wild boar, he hit the opponent's head with a blow.

  That dull sound made He Lingchuan's back molars hurt.

   It seems that Monsanto's head is still harder, and the other party's hands are loose after being hit with stares.

   Meng San stood firm, stomped on the opponent's instep with one foot, and hit the diaphragm between the boar's chest and abdomen with another punch!

  The wild boar was beaten out of breath.

   In the blink of an eye, he took three heavy blows.

  Although he came back to his senses later and tried to fight back, the outcome was decided.

  The two saw each other for more than 50 breaths, and the wild boar finally fell down. The whole head was swollen from the beating, which was very similar to the nickname.

  Several parade hall soldiers and guards climbed onto the ring and carried the wild boar down for treatment. Meng San wiped the blood from his nose, then patted his chest, and roared to the surroundings:

"Who else?"

  The roar was so loud that even the warm applause couldn't cover it.

   "My half taels of silver." He Lingchuan was thankful that he didn't invest too much, just for a scene. He asked Sun Fuling, "How much did you lose?"

  Sun Fuling let out a long sigh: "Three taels."

   "Wow, you bet so big?" Three taels of silver are enough for him and Hu Min to have a dozen drinks at Shuanghe Restaurant.

   "Bo Yibo, the linen becomes silk." Sun Fuling's voice sounded sullen, "I'm not looking at the high odds. If the wild boar wins, I won't have to worry about eating in the next half year."

  He Lingchuan immediately looked at her with admiration. He always thought that Sun Fuling was pure-hearted and ascetic, but he didn't know that this neighbor who didn't eat fireworks was hiding a lot of gambling.

   This seems to be a bit similar to her elder brother Sun Jiayuan.

  She said again: "All of a sudden, two years' salary money is gone." Burning wood and charcoal for two years will not cost so much money.

  Hu Min watched others go to the skinny man to exchange money, stumbled and said: "It's a loss, it's a loss, you should follow the crowd."

  He Lingchuan looked at Meng Shan triumphantly on the stage, and was a little puzzled: "There are many experts in the North Campus of the Yuewu Hall, why don't you go up and sharpen his prestige?"

   "Meng San has just arrived at the North Campus, but he is a powerful newcomer. Ordinary Gale soldiers can't beat him. If the leaders go up, it won't be honorable if they win, and it will be even more embarrassing if they lose."

  Honestly speaking, Meng Shan’s performance in the Yanliang River Valley is obvious to all. At that time, the two armies were fighting each other. Many Gale soldiers had fought against him, and they knew that they would not be able to please this human-shaped violent rhinoceros.

   What's more, the rules of Yuewutang are generally beneficial to these powerful players.

  Hu Min laughed and said, "As for generals like Xiao Commanding them, they can't fight with soldiers in the No. 7 ring."

"why?"

"It's not fair. Not to mention that the generals' combat skills are more refined. Soldiers are under a lot of pressure to fight against their superiors in public." Hu Min shrugged, "You asked me to fight against Chief Xiao in the seventh ring. afraid."

   Soldiers always listen to the generals who give orders, and the majesty of the latter is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Once standing in the open arena, this kind of psychological pressure becomes an advantage, which will affect performance to some extent.

  However, at this time, some people still couldn't cope with the excitement, and jumped into the ring to face Meng San.

  (end of this chapter)