Tang Wu did not have any objection to Tang Jin's request to pick ten.

He knew Tang Jin's strength and admired Tang Jin's self-confidence.

If the 1-1-10 is really successful, then Tang Jin will become famous in the martial arts, which will be more conducive to the implementation of their plan to kill demons.

Especially since the young people are all enthusiasts who admire the strong, Tang Jin's prestige among the younger generation is unparalleled, which has advantages and disadvantages for Jade Machine Sect.

Why not do it.

Hua Qing, who returned to the Guanwu Platform, was also excited by the atmosphere of the audience, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the moment of cheering at the big event.

She followed the crowd to cheer, and Tang Jin heard her shout.

Seeing him standing in the center of the ring, he raised the ugly purse around his waist and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, and then he looked back at her and smiled lightly. His eyes were rare and bright, and his whole person seemed to be bathed in spring light without the slightest gloom and coldness Lie.

The disciples of Yujimen suddenly changed from shouting to unintelligible booing. Hua Qian blushed, but he didn't shy away from avoiding it. Instead, he smiled and grimaced at Tang Jin, the small pear vortex blooming at the corner of his mouth in the warm sunlight. Extra dazzling.

The opponent who came to the stage to attack really couldn't eat the dog food that had been shoved into his mouth.

"Master, please!"

Tang Jin still had a warm smile on his face and decided to play with him for a while.

"Please."

"Huh, the water is too obvious for the senior brother. Did you feel too embarrassing to hit the master of the Luo Shaozhen just now, so you thought of putting some water on others, so as not to be too ugly?"

Hua Qian sighed after listening to the discussion among the disciples in the front row of Jade Machine Sect.

On the stage, Tang Jin's figure was elegant, but he only avoided and didn't make a move.

Sure enough, Tang Jin was still the same Tang Jin, and his mood was erratic. He wasn't throwing water, he was clearly playing tricks on his opponent.

But fortunately, he seems to be in a good mood now, and Hua Qian is already very satisfied without any horrific bloody violence.

The disciples in the ring chased Tang Jin for a long time, but they didn't touch the corner of his clothes at all, and their mentality was also a little broken.

Anyway, give him a good time, so that he can go down and have a coffee break.

Now, chasing and slashing with no hope is almost exhausting him, but he can't just admit defeat, otherwise he will appear too cowardly.

Fortunately, Tang Jin finally seemed to be tired of playing, and ended the competition with a critical attack, waiting for the next opponent to play.

At the martial arts viewing table, everyone was discussing Tang Jin's movement with relish, only Luo Wugou shook his head lightly and got up and left the competition arena.

This competition is not so much a competition as it is Tang Jin's performance of martial arts alone.

already meaningless.

While chatting and laughing with Hua Qian, Qiao Feiyan caught a glimpse of Luo Wugou who had left sadly, with a faint smile, she struggled a bit and finally shrugged her shoulders and said to Hua Qian, "I'll go to the thatched hut!"

Seeing her running away suddenly, Hua Qian thought she was anxious and couldn't help it, but she didn't care.

It just so happened that the attendants brought tea and cakes to quench their thirst for everyone, and one of the attendants accidentally poured tea all over Hua Qian while pouring tea for her.

Hua Qian was startled at first, the hot tea splashed on her body, and her skin was reddened even through the clothes.

However, she didn't expect the tea to be warm. She was slightly startled, and when she saw the attendant who spilled the tea apologizing for her wiping her soaked clothes, she waved her hand.

"It's okay, I'll go and change my clothes."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Tang Jin who was already in the next round on the ring, and immediately got up and left the martial arts viewing platform.

Outside the arena, the lively applause faded away among the layers of autumn trees behind him.

Huaqian stopped at no one's place, and Yulu, who accompanied her back to the room to change clothes, also stopped when she saw it, and said with concern.

"Miss, it's late autumn and the weather is cold. Let's go back to the room and change our clothes."

Huaqian frowned, pressed his abdomen helplessly and said: "I just ate a lot of fruit, and now I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach, I want to wash my hands first, you go back to the room and help me prepare clothes."

Seeing that she looked flushed, Yulu didn't doubt him, so she nodded in response.

After she turned and left, Hua Qian took out the note that she had been clutching tightly since just now.

This was just quietly handed to her by the attendant.

Although Hua Qian doubted the attendant's intentions, it was no trivial matter to pass such a note to her.

If you want to pass on the news, why do you have to risk telling her in public, instead of sneaking into her courtyard at ordinary times, wouldn't it be more convenient and safer.

Her current identity is just an orphan whose family has been wiped out, who would go to such great lengths to send a message to her.

Huaqian intuited that there must be something in it.

Now she is in the Jade Chance Gate, not far behind is the martial arts arena where all the sects gather, the day is clear, and the people behind the scenes have some scruples and dare not act recklessly, so she dares to feel relieved.

Hua Qian unfolded the note and looked down, but his pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

Her breathing became short of breath, her complexion turned pale, and her eyes overflowed with unbelievable horror, but mixed with a trace of indescribable surprise.

Hua Qian slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down, then opened his eyes again, carefully, timidly and nervously looking at the note in his trembling fingers, as if worried that it would disappear in a second.

There are only three words on the note.

"see you in the dungeon"

But after these three characters, there is a small stick figure flower drawn.

In an instant, memories flooded in like mountains and seas.

This is the promise she made with Hua Heng when she was a child.

At that time they had just entered the orphanage.

Xiao Huaqian looked at the fallen leaves outside the window and was a little puzzled what the other people said "gone".

Hua Heng told her that it meant parting.

The world is too big, so big that one day we will be separated from people we know well.

Hua Qian looked down at the white flower on his chest and asked, "Will brother leave too?"

"No, brother will always take care of you."

Xiao Huaqian looked at Hua Heng ignorantly: "Mom and Dad also said they would always be by my side."

Hua Heng's hand rubbing her head paused, then turned her head to wipe away her tears, and forced a smile, "Brother won't lie to you."

Hua Heng was only twelve years old at that time, he took off the white flowers on his chest and said softly.

"Look, there are only two of us wearing flowers here, which is a symbol of our uniqueness. Even if we get separated one day, Huahua will lead us to find each other."

When Xiao Huaqian heard this, she immediately smiled and took a pen to draw a small flower on the back of Hua Heng's hand.

"Then this is my brother's mark."

It was an agreement that only the two of them knew.

Hua Qian caressed the little flower with smudged ink on the paper, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and put the note away.

The dungeon mentioned on the paper must be the prison where the black crystal black iron was originally hidden.

Hua Qian's heart beat faster, she couldn't wait to see her brother, but she knew that for the time being, she couldn't let others know of Hua Heng's existence.

Who is Hua Heng in this world, what identity does he exist in, is he another executor as the system said?

Huaqian didn't know about these things, but since Hua Heng didn't recognize her directly but used this obscure method to send her news, there must be his considerations.

Fortunately, the competition will not end until evening, during which Tang Jin should not pay attention to her departure, she has enough time.

Hua Qian quickened his pace and went back to Fuxiangyuan to change his clothes. After finding a reason to say that he was not feeling well and wanted to rest, he pushed Yulu away.

When there was no one else in the room, she arranged the quilt to look like someone was sleeping, and then bolted the door from the inside, turned over and went out through the rear window.

The golden leaves are broken all over the ground, and the ginkgo knows the fall of autumn.

Luo Wugou sat on the ground, looking up at the circling and falling ginkgo leaves, feeling confused and not knowing where to go.

He has always been the pride of Zhujian Villa. His father has high hopes for him and taught him the Wushuang mentality, hoping that he can shoulder the responsibility of revitalizing Zhujian Villa.

Father once said that Wushuang's mentality originated from quenching and gilding, and he was born with good material for making swords, so he must be able to penetrate the highest state of Wushuang's mentality.

But no matter how hard he tried, he still remained at the fifth level of the Wushuang mental method and could not break through.

Originally, Luo Wugou only thought that he hadn't worked hard enough, and that given time, he would be able to fully understand the grand ceremony.

But Tang Jin, who walked shoulder to shoulder when he was a teenager, has been far behind him now, which shows that some things can be made up without hard work.

Luo Wugou lowered his head and caressed the Zanri Knife, the blade was completely ruined by bumps, and there was no possibility of recovery.

After all, he is incompetent.

If it was Tang Jin, maybe he wouldn't let his father down.

Luo Wugou ignored the sound of footsteps walking slowly on ginkgo leaves behind him, but then he snapped his fingers crisply in his ears.

"What are you doing here?"

When Qiao Feiyan's hearty voice came, Luo Wugou was startled, and looked up at her.

"Miss Feiyan, what can I do next?"

Qiao Feiyan lifted up her clothes and sat on the ginkgo leaves all over the floor: "It's nothing, I'm just afraid that you won't be able to think about committing suicide, so let's take a look."

Luo Wugou was amused by her and laughed dumbly, and said in silence for a moment: "There is nothing you can't think about, but after the battle with Brother Tang, you have seen through some things."

Maybe it's the depression in his heart, or maybe it's Qiao Feiyan who has no family, no school and no place to come, so that he can let go of his grudges, Luo Wugou said slowly.

"I was born to inherit my father's mantle, so I have practiced my mind since I was a child, and I have worked hard to practice Wushuang swordsmanship. Others sleep in the middle of the night, and I wake up at the fifth watch. I only hope that one day I will achieve the swordsmanship and lead Zhujian Villa to glory. But Now it seems that the word hard work is not the answer to everything, and there are always times when people are powerless. Although it is not my wish, it is the case.”

Qiao Feiyan pinched a ginkgo leaf with her fingertips and twirled it lightly.

"I also said that if you don't get into the horns, isn't it just to be defeated once? As long as it is a game, it is gambling. It is not only about strength, but also about luck. People have been gambling all their lives, and who has never lost? Tang Jin can guarantee that he will never lose for the rest of his life. Well, it's obviously impossible. It's true that his luck has been better in the past ten years, he was born with good talent, high comprehension, but maybe in the future when his luck runs out, he will be unlucky all the way to the end."

"If the knife is broken, you can recast it. If you can't cast it, you can replace it with a new one. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, although there is a word called talent, there is also a word called late bloomer. There are many mediocre people in this world. Let’s go, if everyone is like you and gets sluggish after being hit once, how can there be such a word as a late bloomer? Just say me, I was defeated by you with one move, maybe I will be ashamed dead?"

Luo Wugou shook his head: "This is different. I shoulder not only my own fate, but also the fate of the 1,300 people in Zhujian Villa."

Qiao Feiyan sneered when she heard this, "You children of aristocratic families think too highly of yourself. You feel that you are born to be superior to others, and you are destined to achieve great things."

Luo Wugou immediately wanted to explain: "Miss Feiyan, I didn't mean that."

Qiao Feiyan waved her hand and said: "Although I come from a small town and don't understand the responsibilities and glory of your aristocratic family, I have made my living from the sea since I was a child. I have been fishing sharks for many years, and I have seen the success and failure of many maritime merchants. The more important things are, the more impossible it is to be done by one person. If you want to carry everything by yourself, you will easily fall into a deadlock and push your fellow clansmen farther and farther.”

She stood up and paced back and forth, "I asked others, you practiced martial arts at the age of five, you broke through the fourth level of Wushuang mental method at the age of thirteen, and you broke through the fifth level at the age of sixteen. This is already an achievement that countless people envy .Your talent for sword casting is also far superior to that of your peers. The Xuanyu sword cast at the age of eleven can be auctioned for a thousand gold. Even the master swordsmith Gan Mingzi is full of praise for you. Tang Jin's black iron folding fan is also named only by you. forging."

"Wu Shuang's mentality was born by casting swords. Tang Jin's understanding of sword casting is definitely not as good as yours. This is because everyone has their own strengths."

Qiao Feiyan knelt down and raised the ginkgo in her hand and said with a smile.

"You are like this ginkgo tree. It grows in spring and falls in autumn according to its own rules, but it also prospers year after year. Why should it be evergreen compared with pines and cypresses?"

Luo Wugou stared blankly at the ginkgo leaf in her hand, the fine and clear veins of the leaves could be seen under the golden sunlight.

He reached out to take the ginkgo, stared at the golden ginkgo like butterfly wings, and finally slowly raised the corners of his mouth and said in relief.

"Yes, ginkgo is inherently tough, why bother to compete with pines and cypresses."

Luo Wugou raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Feiyan with a smile, "Thank you for your explanation, Miss."

His gentle and bright smile made Qiao Feiyan blush, she scratched her head and looked around.

"I'm a straightforward person, just listen to me."

Suddenly, she looked at the figure passing by outside the courtyard gate.

"Yuqian?"

Why is she here?

Qiao Feiyan went to the door and wanted to call Huaqian, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Strange, where are you going in a hurry?

But it's inconvenient for her to bother Hua Qian if she has something to do, Qiao Feiyan shrugged, since Luo Wugou didn't have the idea of ​​suicide, she can also retire.

When she returned to Guanwutai, Yulu had already returned.

Qiao Feiyan saw Yulu and said with a smile: "The competition is not over yet, why isn't your lady here watching Mr. Tang's match, and you are not afraid of Mr. Tang's anger?"

Tang Jin cared about Hua Qian, but Qiao Feiyan watched from the sidelines.

Now that Hua Qian didn't watch his game, Tang Jin would definitely enjoy it again.

"Miss is a bit tired, let's go back to the room to rest." Yulu said.

Qiao Feiyan was taken aback when she heard this, and went back to her room to rest?

Did she just see it wrong?

There was another drumbeat in the arena, and Tang Jin defeated one person again.

He raised his eyes to look at Guan Wuxi, but saw that the figure who had just left had not returned for a long time, the original joy in his heart suddenly disappeared, followed by a burst of inexplicable irritability, and his eyes were gloomy and dark and bottomless.

With a "click" sound, the fan of the knife unfolded.

Tang Jin looked at the crowd who were eager to try, but had no intention of mediating, and his eyes were full of impatience.

"Go together."

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Tang Jin: Hurry up and end the fight, I'm going to find my wife