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The middle-aged man held up the purple jade ring on his thumb as if to show off, a mocking smile spread across his slightly pale face, and slowly turned around, waiting for everyone to marvel.

"idiot!"

"Aren't you stupid? How can that broken finger be compared to a spiritual stone?"

"Haha, damn, this old boy is so ignorant."

"Why don't you show off so damn well, hurry up and get out with your tail between your legs."

The middle-aged man's mocking smile froze on his lips. The laughter from the audience made his pale face turn red, but he didn't know why in his heart.

The discussion in the audience spread, and the competition became a farce before it even started. After a few breaths, most of the people watching in the audience knew what the spirit stone was. The people who originally laughed at Yang Qing now all pointed their fingers at the incomparable people in order to save their face.

A middle-aged man in embarrassment.

The beautiful eyes of the ten oiran singers who were waiting to be chosen were looking around, with desires, expectations, and greed... There were many wealthy people among the tourists. Although a thousand taels of silver was a lot, they didn't care. And this spiritual stone is not a mortal thing, among them

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in it is of great benefit to the body. Even if you hold it when you go to bed at night, it can prolong your life.

The importance of spirit stones to monks is self-evident, and it is even rarer among the people. There are still some onlookers who are unaware of the preciousness of spirit stones, and among them is the middle-aged man who is inexplicably ashamed.

The middle-aged man became a little angry from embarrassment. He suppressed his outburst and said angrily, "This spiritual stone is counted as a thousand taels of silver, then..."

"If I win, I will give this spiritual stone to the oiran." Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Yang Qing said coldly. The middle-aged man's noisy voice was as annoying as a fly.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The middle-aged man bit his lip and said fiercely, waving his sleeves and walking off the ring.

"Let's begin!" The sword-wielding guard had an expressionless face, but his slightly trembling voice and eager eyes betrayed what he was thinking.

"Qiang!"

The sword-wielding guard unsheathed his long sword, and a cold light suddenly appeared. The narrow three-foot sword blade was quite sharp, and he flicked a sword flower, causing the onlookers to cheer.

Yang Qing did not dare to lift up the sword with his bare hands, put away the spirit stone, touched his chest with his right hand, and the long stick as black as ink fell silently into the sound.

"Shh..."

The audience fell silent for a moment, and boos broke out everywhere. It was unclear where the eight-foot-long stick was taken out. Only a few people were left looking at it carefully with expressions unchanged.

Before the boos from the audience disappeared, Yang Qing Wulie rushed forward with a long stick, saving some strength, and slashed down at the guard.

"Woo!"

Yang Qing withdrew a little strength to avoid beating anyone to death in the ring competition, but his speed was not slow at all, and with a whistling sound that cut through the air, it turned into a black curtain and fell straight down.

This guard was over fifty years old, but his body was not heavy at all. When he saw the force of the stick, he did not resist forcefully. He used his left foot as a pivot, pushed his right foot to the ground, turned his body half a circle like a top, and retreated.

"Brute force!" The guard did not resist, turned sideways, watched the black curtain fall from the tip of his nose, and said expressionlessly.

Yang Qing didn't answer. He used the strength he had left to lift the stick, regardless of where it was. He raised and pushed the stick with his right hand, and the head of the long stick hit the guard straight away.

The guard's expression changed and he lost his composure. He leaned back quickly and raised his sword at the same time, but he couldn't do it first.

"Ding dong!"

Wulie's end of the long stick came very fast, and the sword almost moved to his chest, and the two collided.

"Whoosh"

The blade of this narrow long sword was very tough. When the head of the long stick collided with Wulie, the downward-pointing tip of the sword bounced up like a poisonous snake, and a gray-white cold light flashed across, hitting Yang Qing's abdomen.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Yang Qing didn't have time to flick the tip of the sword with his left hand. Before the strength on the stick head was exhausted, he pulled the long stick and jumped back.

The tip of the sword is like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, and it only takes half an inch to reach the tight-fitting black outfit.

"Kick, kick, kick"

The middle-aged guard leaned back and took three steps back before removing the force from his body. He still felt pain in his chest, as if someone had hit him with a hammer with all his strength. He squinted his eyes and looked solemn.

Yang Qing's expression remained unchanged, still stern, and said in his heart, "This person has a lot of combat experience."

The middle-aged guard captain took a breath, raised his Qi, and circulated it to soothe the pain in his chest. Before he could take the initiative, Yang Qing rushed forward again.

On point, diagonal chop, reverse point, although the strength of the hand was retained, it still forced the middle-aged guard to keep retreating.

This middle-aged guard circulates his true energy, and each sword has a thousand pounds of force. His strength is stronger than that of a monk who is full of the third level of innate innocence. However, he has less true energy in his body and lacks stamina. He is not as good as a monk who is in the Sea of ​​Consciousness realm.

After a few moves, Yang Qing left the middle-aged guard unable to fight back. He couldn't help but feel bored in his heart, and his interest in taking this opportunity to ask for advice faded away a lot.

The onlookers in the audience, seeing Yang Qing's simple moves but hitting the middle-aged guard with only the power to parry, couldn't help but feel that the guard was losing on purpose, and they began to murmur dissatisfiedly.

"Quick fight!" He said impatiently in his heart, being pointed at like a monkey by everyone, which made Yang Qing want to leave as soon as possible.

He had no grudges with the middle-aged guard. Although he was irritated, he did not want to hurt the other person's life, so he used a force of about two thousand kilograms to knock him off the stage with one blow.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate in his heart, took a few steps forward, and landed with a straight chop.

The guard was old and prudent and was not affected by the onlookers. When he saw the long stick coming down, he did not dodge. He raised his long sword and several sword shadows appeared quickly.

"Ding ding..."

There was a dense crisp sound, and Yang Qing's determined blow actually returned in vain. He exerted force with his right arm to stop the long stick Wu Lie from attacking back. He was surprised and confused. He found that the old man's sword was different from the "Nujiang Stick Technique".

The four foreign styles in "The Turbulent Waves" have different approaches but the same purpose.

The onlookers were all excited to see such fancy swordsmanship. Such fighting was full of talent. Some even clapped hard and applauded. However, the blush on the middle-aged man's face had disappeared and he laughed proudly again and said

"Well done!"

However, the ten singing girls who were waiting to be chosen as the oiran on the stage were anxious. Once Yang Qing lost, the spirit stone would fall into the hands of others, and their chance would be gone.

Yang Qing stood with a stick in his hand, his thoughts turning quickly. The swordsmanship of this middle-aged guard was by no means a show. Each of the sword shadows was a real attack. There were nine in total. Each one had different strength. One was stronger than the other, and the nine were superimposed.

Some three thousand kilograms of strength.

This swordsmanship tripled the strength of the middle-aged guard!

As soon as the middle-aged guard remembered the power, he attacked again. His face was solemn, his face was tense, and the sword shadows appeared again.

Yang Qing did not fight back, but just gathered some strength to block it with his stick, and retreated in a panic for a while.

There were many shadows of swords on the ring, and the onlookers below the ring cheered loudly.

After several attempts, Yang Qing's expression remained unchanged, but the middle-aged guard looked tired. However, he had already seen the hope of victory, and kept making shadows of his sword for the spirit stone that could greatly increase his strength.

Yang Qing's consciousness passed over the blade of the sword, savoring the wonder of this sword technique. As he stepped back, he felt a little clearer in his heart, and he also had a deeper understanding of the stormy waves in the four foreign styles.

The middle-aged guard's sword technique is based on the true energy as the power, which is divided into nine paths and struck out in sequence. Therefore, nine sword shadows will appear. The wonder of this is difficult to describe in words. Yang Qing also knows it is unknown. How the true energy is dispersed is more

I don't know, unless Yang Qing can see the secret of swordsmanship.

I don’t know the details, but it helped Yang Qing deepen his understanding of Turbulent Waves. It is to divide the strength into ten parts. How to divide it and how to use it are the key. Even with Yang Qing’s current state, he can do it, hitting the Turbulent Waves three times with one move.

arm strength.

And Yang Qing learned from Wang Erli to roughly use the power of the whole body. The power of the whole body is about twice that of the arms. If stacked two by two, Yang Qing's state cannot control it. A single move of Stormy Waves cannot produce six times the power of the arms.

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After understanding in his heart, Yang Qing didn't want to delay any longer. Just when he wanted to fight back, the middle-aged man had already sheathed his sword.

"I lost!" The middle-aged guard looked frustrated. He had been unable to attack for a long time and was exhausted. Seeing Yang Qing's expression as usual, he knew that the defeat was certain.

"ah?"

Most of the onlookers were surprised. They had such an advantage just now. How could they admit defeat like this? They were puzzled and even believed that the middle-aged guard was secretly cheating. Only a few onlookers knew the secret.

"No! Compete, you compete with me, you loser, why do you admit defeat?" The proud middle-aged man's face changed, and then he became angry and yelled.

"I have guaranteed your safety for three years. The oath has expired. Please excuse me and say goodbye." The middle-aged guard clasped his fists at the middle-aged man and said coldly. After saying this, he clasped his fists at Yang Qing and turned around to walk off the ring.

"Come back..." The middle-aged man was angry, breathing heavily, and wanted to catch up.

"Stop!" Yang Qing jumped in front of the middle-aged man, stopped him, and said coldly.

"You, why did you stop me?" The middle-aged man shrank his neck in fright and asked in a stern voice. Several guards around him did not dare to step forward and could only stick to the middle-aged man's side.

"Silver!" Yang Qing stretched out his hand and said coldly.

"You..." The middle-aged man pointed with trembling fingers, not sure whether he was angry or frightened.

"Here, give it a quick drip", "This guy still wants to be lazy!", "Where did that ability go?"...

Before Yang Qing could speak, the onlookers were already accusing him.

Yang Qing stopped talking and stared coldly.

"Here you go!" the middle-aged man said through gritted teeth, and then ran after him with his guards.

Calmly putting a thousand taels of silver notes into his arms, Yang Qing and many onlookers came to the stage. Yang Qing could not leave until the oiran was elected. Although it was quite heartbreaking to give away a spiritual stone in vain, it was still considered a right.

I paid the bill recklessly.

The oiran continued to perform, during which the singing was beautiful, the orchestra was clear, the dancing was stunning, or the sword was flying. Yang Qing watched with interest, but as time went on, he fell into the "turbulent waves" of the stick technique.

Thinking.

He had not coveted the middle-aged guard's swordsmanship for no other reason. The swordsmanship was about using spiritual consciousness to manipulate the true essence, while the stormy waves were about the control of the physical body, which could also be said to be the compatibility between the soul and the physical body.

In an hour, the oiran selected a woman who was about to reach her prime. She was wearing a lotus-colored long dress with tassels, and short hollow gold earrings. Her eyebrows were picturesque, and her manners were refined. She was eye-catching in this hot weather.

It feels fresh and elegant.

This woman had never shown any talent, she just stayed on the stage to admire her. There were already piles of red flowers beside her, and she silently won the title of Courtesan. At this moment, she stood on the stage without a smile, her eyes lowered,

When receiving the spirit stone, he took a closer look at Yang Qing, who looked helpless.

Yang Qing kneaded his left arm with his right hand and walked up to the stage. After giving the spirit stone, he was about to leave. Unexpectedly, there was talk of going to the flower boat together, but Yang Qing still had the responsibility of being an escort, so he used this as an excuse and got a sweet kiss in the end.

He turned slightly red and left amidst the laughter of the onlookers.

At night, Yuehu City is not peaceful either. It can be said that there are lights and shadows stretching for ten miles, and singing girls and flower boats are playing in the turbid waves, which is glitz and luxury.

The crescent moon is shy and hides in the thick clouds. There is no breeze, which makes people feel bored. As the night gets darker, rain falls in the clouds. The night rain becomes more intensive, hitting the awning boats and the eaves of the houses crackle.

Sound.

The sultry and irritating atmosphere has gone away, the night rain has fallen, and the roar of thunder can be heard from time to time. The moist and cool air welcomes the door, and I can't help but feel refreshed.

It was raining outside at night, but it was dry and cool inside the house. Cheng Wanliang and the others gathered around the round table in the inn to have a meal.

Everything was ready, Yang Qing kept his head down and said nothing.

Just as Yang Qinghu was eating, there were sounds of fighting, clashing of weapons, and panicked calls for help from the backyard of the inn.

Cheng Wanliang and others were shocked and rushed out, while Yu Yashan and his wife were already hiding under the table.