Beast

Moon Lake City covers an area of ​​about ten acres by the crescent moon lake, surrounded by all kinds of hibiscus flowers, with different colors and sizes. Although there are only hibiscus flowers, there are many varieties, as tall as dwarf trees, and as small as green grass.

, either fresh and elegant, or delicate and charming, it can be said that a hundred flowers bloom.

Many hibiscus flowers are mostly placed in flower houses, and some ordinary people add them voluntarily in order to be appreciated and exchanged for some gold and silver. This makes the bank of Crescent Moon Lake a colorful place. The flowers competing for beauty are crowded with people from all walks of life.

There are richly dressed dignitaries, elegantly dressed literati, and also residents with different costumes.

It was originally quite a pleasant place, but due to the large number of people, it seemed noisy and noisy. Just when the poetic scholar was about to recite an eternal song intoxicatedly, the inadvertent pushing and shoving of others disturbed his interest and made him speak.

He was speechless, and then his face turned red with anger from the argument between the two parties.

A group of servants of high officials and dignitaries led a group, opened the way in front, and pushed away pedestrians. Complaints broke out all over the place. The sound of "plop" falling into the water could not be heard. It was thought that a tourist had lost his footing and fell into the crescent moon lake.

Boats are drifting on the Crescent Moon Lake, with the sound of pianos and flutes, the lake water is clear, and the blue waves are rippling. In the awning boat, there are either singing or playing books and chess, and the high-hanging red lanterns are swaying and looking forward to the night.

Whether it was reciting poems, making noise, playing the piano, or playing games, it had nothing to do with Yang Qing. At this time, he was restless and restless. It was the first time he experienced this scene of people squeezing and pushing people. He couldn't help but be in a hurry, whether it was a woman,

Still not

The girls who came out of the pavilion all ran to the street. There was no trace of the virtuous and dignified people in the past, and there was no talk of men and women not being intimate with each other. In just a moment, the shoes on their feet were already covered with footprints, and the warrior uniforms on their bodies were also covered with traces.

It was ravaged and full of wrinkles.

Even though Yang Qing was a gentle person, he was irritated and wanted to push him away. In addition, Yu Yashan's wife was nagging at the ear stick, which made him even more impatient. If he hadn't agreed in advance, he would have left long ago.

Get some rest.

You pushed me around, and finally arrived at the Crescent Moon Lake. However, Yu Yashan and his wife had a disagreement. One of them wanted to go to enjoy the flowers, while the other wanted to watch the oiran selection. The couple refused to give in to each other, and finally separated.

Go your own way.

A wide stage was built less than 20 feet away from the crescent moon lake, decorated in bright red and purple. A middle-aged woman who looked like a madam in a bright red dress with a chest-length skirt and a complicated hem, was waving the silk silk in her hand and introducing vigorously.

, and the ten people behind her were dressed

, women with different buns and headdresses, some are charming, fresh and refined, some are shy, some are elegant. The madam showed off her figure, then swung her buttocks and walked off the stage. The women had smiles on their faces.

In the meantime, he walked into the backstage with small steps.

There was only one woman in a green dress on the stage. She smiled slightly and indicated that she wanted to show off her talent.

The crowd under the stage was filled with heads. I couldn't count how many of them there were. Seeing the scene on stage, some were whistling and some were making jokes...

When Yu Yashan saw this, he couldn't care less about his aunt-in-law, who was a woman with a big belly. She didn't have time to wipe the sweat that wet her clothes. She raised her head and watched while squeezing hard.

Yang Qing felt annoyed when he saw Yu Yashan and his wife acting like this, and was about to return.

"Get out of the way!"

A cold shout rang in his ears, and then a considerable force hit Yang Qing's body.

Yang Qing didn't pay attention to his side. He was pushed by this force and his heart tightened. He didn't move at all. He turned around and saw a young man dressed as a guard, and he waved his hand and beat him out.

If Yang Qing were an ordinary person, he would definitely chew the mud out of his mouth as soon as this guard pushed him.

My heart was originally angry, so I didn't hesitate in my hands, grabbing the arm that was still pushing on my body, and applying force.

"ah!"

The guard was caught off guard and fell directly to the ground, causing the others to stumble.

"court death!"

The guard turned red with embarrassment, uttered threats, and struggled to stand up.

"Peng!"

Yang Qing's face turned cold, he raised his foot and stepped on the guard to the ground again.

"Hmph! If you dare to hit my guard, I think you are really impatient." A middle-aged man in rich clothes and wearing a purple jade finger said angrily.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The middle-aged man was white and beardless, with a long face and thin lips. Seven or eight guards guarding him pushed passers-by to clear an open space. Passers-by saw his gorgeous clothes and the large number of people who dared to be angry but dare not say anything.

The space was vacated, and a half-century-old guard stood behind the middle-aged man expressionlessly, holding a sheathed sword and looking at Yang Qing.

The guard who was trampled under his feet was still struggling, and the strength of Yang Qing's feet did not diminish, making it difficult for him to break free.

"Trash!" the middle-aged man angrily scolded the guard who was trampled under his feet.

Yang Qing looked at everyone coldly, raised his feet, let go of the young guard, and then turned to leave.

"Let's go? You think it's too easy," the middle-aged man said with a sneer and mockery on his face, lowering his head and playing with the purple jade ring on his hand.

Yang Qing retracted his steps, turned around, and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

The middle-aged man didn't even raise his head, he repeatedly stroked the purple jade finger, didn't say anything, and waved slightly to the older guard next to him.

"Since we are all traveling in the arena, we should follow the rules of the arena. We will make gestures on the stage and determine the winner or loser." The elder guard took a step forward, the deep mountain lines on his forehead moved, and said calmly.

Yang Qing raised his eyelids and looked up and down. This guard looked smart and capable. He was in his fifties. His waist was straight without any stoop. His level of cultivation could not be seen from his appearance. Although he did not know his strength, he was not afraid and shouted loudly.

"Stay with me to the end!"

The quarrel between Yang Qing and the middle-aged man only caused a small-scale disturbance. Pedestrians who were a little further away glanced at the scenery nearby. Such quarrels happened often, so there was no need to look at it as a novelty.

Not far from the stage where the oiran is chosen, about fifteen or sixty feet away, there is a ring, which is today's flower party. There are also warriors competing, but there are very few people watching. Most of them are standing around.

From the location, you can see the beautiful scenery and the pleasing selection of courtesans.

Yang Qing sullenly walked through the narrow gap in the crowd to the ring, while the middle-aged man had guards to clear the way, which made his way smooth, but it only caused more dissatisfaction and low-pitched curses, but he didn't want to cause a conflict over this matter.

The fact that the middle-aged guard was competing with others also spread among the crowd. The dissatisfied passers-by rushed to the ring with the idea of ​​​​relieving their anger. What was originally just a small brawl ended up causing everyone to panic.

Know.

This arena is a stone platform polished from a whole piece of rock that is five feet high and five feet long and wide. The surface is rough and smooth. Yang Qing looked stern. He jumped lightly and stood firmly on the arena. Then the sword-wielding guard stood lightly on his toes.

Click on the ground and make no sound when landing on the ring.

The people who stopped to watch the oiran on the ring consciously gave up the ring, leaving the two of them alone.

At this time, the ring was already full of people, including men, women, old and young. They all held their heads high and waited for the two to fight. At this time, the middle-aged Xin slowly walked onto the ring, glanced at the onlookers from the corner of his eyes, and then relaxed.

He slowly turned around and looked at Yang Qing and the others.

The middle-aged man slowly raised his head, looking as leisurely as if he were strolling in his own back garden, and slowly said, "Competitions in the ring must not hurt anyone's life, which is boring. Comparing past and present is no fun either."

"If you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, go ahead and let it go!" Yang Qing was too lazy to look at him and said in a cold tone. "If you want to do it yourself, I will take care of it."

"Hey! Common people are common people." The middle-aged man clicked his lips with a look of contempt. He kept holding the purple jade ring on his chest and playing with it, as if he was afraid that others would not see it. Then he said, "Well, let me fill in the lottery. I will pay a thousand taels of silver."

As a bet, if you win, all the money will be yours."

"If you lose, these one thousand taels will be given to the oiran of Yanyu Tower as a congratulatory gift." The middle-aged man took out a thousand taels of silver notes and waved them around, speaking in a generous tone.

The middle-aged man's voice was so loud that it could be heard even on the oiran stage. When the old madam of Yanyu Tower heard this, he looked surprised and nodded to the middle-aged man to thank him, and then raised an eyebrow.

Under the stage, the noise under the stage subsided. Apparently, they were slightly shaken by this big deal. The woman who was playing the piano stopped and chose the oiran to pause. They all looked at the stage where three people were standing not far away.

The middle-aged man looked proud, enjoying the feeling of being in the spotlight. He looked at Yang Qing with a growing smile and said again, "I've paid a thousand taels of silver, so you can't just give it to me for free. At least show it to me. Let's do this. You

All you need to do is bet ten taels of silver."

Yang Qing ignored it, still did not turn around, and said in a cold voice, "Are you done? Get out of here."

The middle-aged man's proud smile faltered, and his anger gradually became apparent, and then he laughed loudly and said, "It's not like I don't even have ten taels of silver. I'm still afraid of losing the competition. Haha, don't worry, it's not embarrassing, it's not embarrassing."

As soon as the middle-aged man said this, there was a lot of discussion under the stage and under the stage. They pointed at Yang Qing and said, "If you are afraid of losing, you still have to compete, so go home and ride on the threshold." "How dare a poor boy do that?"

When trouble occurs, there must be something wrong with your head...

When Yang Qing was angry, he was puzzled. What does his not placing a bet have to do with the onlookers? However, he was penniless at this time, not even a copper coin.

The discussion became louder and louder, no longer worried about whether Yang Qing could hear it, and the old madam of Yanyu Tower even trembled with laughter.

He rolled his eyes and glanced at the extremely proud middle-aged man, then looked at the still expressionless sword-wielding guard. After hearing the noisy discussion, Yang Qing said coldly, "I'll press a spiritual stone."

He casually touched his chest with his hands, and a milky-white crystal slightly larger than his fingers appeared between his fingers. When illuminated by the sun, it glowed brightly.

When the spirit stone appeared between two fingers, the expressionless face of the sword-wielding guard was full of surprise, his eyes widened, staring at it for a moment, as if he wanted to bite it and then swallow it.

Among the people watching under the stage, there were expressions of understanding, surprise, and greed. Apparently there were not a few people here who knew about the spirit stones, and there were even monks with deep cultivation.

Most of the people looked puzzled and confused, and some of them looked sarcastic. They didn't think that this little gem called "Spiritual Stone" was worth a thousand taels of silver.

As soon as Yang Qing said this, there were even more people watching, including the ten singers from the Yanyu Tower who all looked eagerly with different expressions on their faces.

"Spiritual stone? What is it? I've never heard of it!" the middle-aged man said sarcastically. The purple jade ring could not help but be raised higher, and the look of pride on his face became even stronger.