Tu Danguang put his hands on his hips and said, "Wan Yan Kang, don't pretend to be stupid. Do you dare or not? Just give me the right answer!"
Li Ke chuckled and clapped his hands at the side: "Young Danguang, don't talk nonsense. The dignified young prince of Prince Zhao's palace has special skills and has always been said to be invincible in all battles... How can I be afraid of you? What a joke!
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A long-faced young man with swollen eye blisters then sneered: "I think it's better to forget it. Brother Dan has no eyes for fists and feet. If you hurt the young prince, once King Zhao blames him, you can't afford it!"
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"After all, the young prince depends on his father for a living!"
Another pale and thin young man stood up and stood beside Li Ke, squinting his eyes: "Wan Yan Kang, you have been shouting about beating this and that all day long, and now Tu Danguang has come to your door, why don't you come? Hurry up.
, you shouldn’t bully the weak and fear the strong, right?”
All kinds of provocation methods were used.
Wan Yankang sat there motionless, remaining unchanged in response to all changes, and said calmly: "A gentleman talks but does not use his hands. How can we, a gentleman, be polite, especially in front of the princess?"
"Besides, my injury has not healed... The imperial doctor has said that you can't fight with others at will. However, since you insist on betting, I can't spoil your fun. It's just a fight between our subordinates.
, it can be regarded as making friends with force."
You're a coward, but you're still a polite person... Are you Wanyankan? Where's your face?
Li Ke and others immediately made a fuss and tried their best to ridicule.
Da Xingguo and Ma Liang couldn't help laughing and looked at each other. Brother Kang became a little humorous now.
"Wanyan Kang was actually afraid at times... He knew clearly that he was no match for Tu Danguang, so he deliberately cheated."
Wanyanhui turned her head and said, "Miss, I think he has indeed changed, but he is also thicker-skinned!"
Ha, Wanyan Hulan let out a sigh of relief.
Tu Danguang cursed in his heart, but Wan Yankang refused to take action after beating him to death. He really had no choice.
But he really coveted the Zhaoye Jade Lion. Compared with such a BMW, the mounts in his house were simply unsightly.
Tu Danguang thought for a while and then sneered: "This is what you said, then let the subordinates of each faction fight each other - don't think that if you, Prince Zhao's family, are so skilled, our Tu Shan family will have no one left!"
"Wanyan Kang, if you lose, don't deny it!"
Wanyan smiled generously: "Once a word is spoken, it is like soap dyed in white."
…
The old master Liang Ziwen put his hands behind his back, calm and relaxed.
Standing in front of him was a Buddhist monk with double earrings, brown Tibetan clothes and a curly beard.
The Tibetan monk stood solemnly, his eyes solemn.
Facing a master like Liang Ziwen put a lot of pressure on him.
In fact, at this moment, the monk felt really regretful. He thought that the guard of the dandy family could not be a master, but he didn't catch him easily, but he ended up running into such a master-level figure whose internal strength was obviously unfathomable.
He has just arrived in Zhongdu not long ago.
The first time I played, the beginning was hell.
As for Wan Yankang, he simply didn’t believe that Grandmaster Liang would lose to an unknown foreign Buddhist monk.
This is absolutely impossible.
Liang Ziweng's self-evaluation is quite modest. Apart from the top masters in the world, he is the only one who is at the master level.
This Tibetan monk is by no means a top expert. After all, a top expert is like a wandering cloud and wild crane. The dragon has seen its head but not its tail. It is absolutely impossible for him to join his disciple Shan Guang's family as a master.
Therefore, Wanyan Kang didn't bother to move, and just sat there as usual, laughing and drinking with Da Xingguo and the others.
As soon as Tu Danguang saw that Yan Kang had sent an old man with white hair and beard, his lips almost twisted with joy.
This guy's illness has damaged his brain. Can such a swaying old man withstand a punch from Master Fan?
He felt he was sure to win.
"Master monk, let's start the fight?" Liang Zireng chuckled and handed over his hand.
"please!"
Monk Fan exhaled and suddenly he was hit with a punch.
The wind howled, shaking the trees and sending sweet-scented osmanthus flowers flying.
Wanyan Kang raised his head fiercely, "Holy shit, it's so fierce. Is this the so-called internal boxing?"
It’s all making some noise, and there’s no dubbing artist here!
This... Fan monk seems to have some ability. Grandmaster Liang won't let me down, right?
Liang Ziweng dodged away and lightly responded with a palm.
The battle began immediately. The Tibetan monk's fists were as powerful as thunder and his moves were powerful.
The punches were like a storm, suppressing Liang Ziwen to death.
Grandmaster Liang seemed to be only capable of parrying and had no ability to fight back.
Seeing Li Ke and others beaming with joy, they cheered again and again.
Wan Yankang frowned and stared at the field, a little nervous.
Although he believed in Liang Ziwen, but... As the saying goes, there are people outside the world, and there is a heaven outside the world. What if the old gentleman really lost his hand, how could he be embarrassed?
But as the saying goes, laymen watch the fun and experts watch the door. Shan Guang clenched his fists by the side, but his face gradually changed.
The Tibetan monk seemed to have the upper hand, but Liang Ziweng was as light as a swallow, so the Tibetan monk could not get to him at all.
After fighting for a while, Grandmaster Liang seemed to have lost his patience, so he simply moved forward and wanted to fight the Tibetan monk hand to hand.
The Tibetan monks were overjoyed.
Liang Ziwen's face was open, and Fan Monk took the opportunity to move in and hit Liang Ziwen's chest three times in a row. Unexpectedly, it was like hitting cotton, with no force.
not good!
The Tibetan monk was shocked.
Liang Zireng smiled contemptuously, waved his right palm as a knife, and chopped it on the bald head of the Tibetan monk like a watermelon.
The huge force surged in, and the monk couldn't bear it. He sat down on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood on his back. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
Liang Zireng looked up to the sky and shouted haha.
This Tibetan monk has a strong internal energy and is considered a number one figure in the world.
However, this person is too brainless and tries his best as soon as he comes up, which leads to lack of strength in the follow-up.
After a short time, most of his internal energy was consumed, allowing the old gentleman to seize the opportunity and deliver a fatal blow.
Tu Danguang's face was ashen, he waved his hand and ordered people to help the monk out for treatment.
His father spent a lot of money to hire such a master for him. He thought he was one of the best in the world, but in the end he was vulnerable to an old man and was humiliated.
"Old Grandmaster worked hard."
"Young prince, you are so polite. This is the duty of an old man." Liang Ziwen cupped his hands and smiled proudly.
Wanyan stood up with a generous smile and said, "Young Danguang, I hope to admit defeat."
Tu Danguang stamped his feet in annoyance and said bitterly: "Wanyan Kang, please don't be arrogant. Sooner or later, I will..."
He originally wanted to say, "I will kill you sooner or later," but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Liang Zirong behind Wan Yankang had a cold look on his face. He was frightened in his heart, and his tone softened: "Isn't it just a hundred stones of grain? How can I
How can we just default on the Shan family?"
"That's best. Please write an IOU." Wanyan Kang waved his hand and motioned to the waiter to get paper and pen.
Tu Danguang said angrily: "You...! How can I default on my debt and write some bullshit IOU?"
"Borrowing debts and repaying money is a matter of course, and it is backed by proof. Since you won't default on your debt, why not write an IOU?"
"If you don't even want to write an IOU, then I can only wonder if you want to default on your debt!"
Tu Danguang was choked by Wan Yan Kang's words and could not speak. His face was ashen, he angrily picked up a pen and hurriedly wrote an IOU and threw it to Wan Yan Kang.
Wanyan Kang took it, glanced at it, blew on the wet ink, handed it to Liang Zireng and said, "Old Grandmaster, keep it well so that we can collect the debt later."
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Of course, just losing a hundred shi of food is nothing.
The key point was that in front of Wanyan Hulan, Li Ke's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out water if he lost face.
He secretly winked at the thin boy next to him.
The youngest son Xu Ye, who was involved in political affairs and was in charge of the country, had always followed Li Ke's lead and was his most loyal follower.
Xu Ye stood up slowly and sneered at Wanyan Kang: "Wanyan Kang, your injury has not healed and your body has not recovered yet, but there should be no problem here, right?"
Xu Ye pointed to his head.
"I will also have a bet with you. I will ask His Highness to come up with a topic and compose poems and lyrics on the spot. Just like you said, let's make friends through literature. The bet remains the same. If I lose, I will give you a hundred stones of food. If you lose, then
How about a white horse for me...?"
There is no chance of winning in a poetry fight.
Da Xingguo and Ma Liang quickly looked at each other and lowered their heads helplessly. Even Po San Jiu Jin completely stopped eating this time.
Among the second or third generations of Zhongdu, Xuye's talents and learning were acceptable.
At least he is much better than the young prince of Prince Zhao who is famous for being uneducated and unskilled. He gambles and writes poems. Not to mention Wan Yan Kang, he cannot even succeed in Daxingguo, which claims to be talented.
Xu Ye was secretly proud and shook his head: "Wanyan Kang, your mother is Han and her family is well-educated. I didn't take advantage of you, right?"
"You're not going to find a servant to fight poetry with me, are you?"
Li Ke and others sat there smiling and waiting for Wanyan Kang to make a fool of himself, and burst into laughter after hearing this.
This is a dead end with me.
Wanyan Kang was somewhat absent-minded at first, but this time he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He put his hands on his chin and looked at Xu Ye who was triumphant, and raised the corners of his mouth with an indifferent arc.
If the typical martial artist is not good enough, then come to Wen, and if the Wen is not good enough, then come to Yin... These dandy's little tricks seem really low-level.
The only thing that aroused his interest was the prize of one hundred stones of grain.
Wanyan Kang supported the table, stood up, and stretched.
All for the sake of food and for more victims to survive, let’s play with them...
I can't fight for the time being, but I can copy poems... haha.
Xuye was overjoyed, but fearing that Wanyan Kang would regret it, he quickly bowed and said: "Please give me the title, Your Highness."
Wanyan Hulan was silent for a while and said calmly: "Wanyan Kang, are you sure you want to compete with Xu Ye?"
Wan Yankang cupped his hands, spread his hands and smiled: "Princess, if I don't agree, they will definitely say that there is something wrong with my mind. If I agree, they will even think that there is something wrong with my mind. After all, knowing that it is a trap, I still go into it.
How is jumping different from a fool?"
"So, after going over and over again, it seems that I am destined to be a mentally ill person. In this case, why not just take a look at a smart man like Mr. Xu who has no problem with his mind, a talented scholar in Zhongdu, and see what kind of real talent he has here.
The actual information...it can be regarded as a source of joy for you all."
Wanyan Kang stretched out two fingers, pointed at Xu Ye's head, and shook it.
He deliberately went around and around with hidden tricks, which made Wanyan Hulan couldn't help but chuckle: "What you said actually has some meaning..."