When Goethe heard such a name, he subconsciously thought of "the day lilies are all cold" and "the grasshoppers after autumn will not be able to jump for two days".
What the hell name?
It would be strange if nothing happened to this name.
The female swordsman on the side was thoughtful.
When Goethe's eyes swept over, the female swordsman said directly.
"Huanghua City is the place where Master Martial Saint shattered the void. It was not originally called Huanghua City. It was just because yellow flowers fell from the sky when Master Martial Saint shattered the void, so it was renamed Huanghua City."
"According to records, Qiuhou City is the place where the last descendant of Lord 'Martial Saint' died. When this descendant died, it was originally summer, but the autumn wind suddenly turned chilly, so it was renamed Qiuhou City."
"As for Luteng City..."
"Master 'Martial Saint' was born here, and also rose up here, creating the 'Forty-One' original 'Secret Martial Arts'."
‘Mad King’?
What did he and his descendant leave behind in these three places?
still……
Goethe guessed.
Although the other party's purpose is still very unclear, it has a general direction and is no longer blind.
As for the memories in his mind?
That memory is too simple, so simple that there is no such detailed information at all - there is no such information in the information searched before. It is obvious that these information are relatively secret.
"Is it about Lord 'Martial Saint'?"
Zotte muttered to himself, picked up the phone and looked at the female swordsman.
The latter nodded without stopping.
Zotte immediately walked to the corner and made another phone call.
This time the call lasted even shorter than before.
When Zotte returned, the temporary branch president of the Luteng City Safety Committee looked relaxed.
"Headquarters sent special personnel and most of the hidden dangers have been eliminated."
"The 10th Unrestricted Fighting Competition continues as usual!"
"Now……"
"We draw lots!"
Zot said and looked at the other players in the lounge.
"I abstain!"
A sudden sound sounded.
Yes, Guan Li.
The young man holding a broadsword stared at Goethe and said sternly: "I am no match for you now. Even if I enter a city-level competition or a continent-level competition, I will always be suppressed by you."
"I cannot accept this outcome."
"So, I will sharpen my own knife and my own heart."
"When I show up again..."
"I will challenge you!"
After saying that, the young man got on his horse and rode away.
Tap tap tap!
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
"this……"
It was the first time to host such an event, and Zotte was a little at a loss.
Then, before the acting president came back to his senses.
The six black armored men of the Qin family also said together.
"We also abstain!"
Then, the iron-clothed boxer from Longxing Martial Arts School also spoke.
"I also abstain."
The boxer sighed with an unwilling look on his face.
The remaining two martial arts gym personnel patted their shoulders to comfort their companions.
"Here, there are only 5 people left!"
Zotte looked at the eldest lady of the Qin family, deliberately lengthened his tone, and after confirming that the other party would not give up, he immediately announced——
"5 people draw lots and one person gets a bye."
"The remaining 4 people will fight in pairs."
"The winner will enter the top three in Luteng City, and then the top three will continue to draw lots to determine the ranking order."
None of the players present had any objections.
Zotte hurriedly directed the staff to take out the lottery box.
"We'll go in order, Goethe first."
As the first player to sign in, you naturally have some privileges.
Goethe didn't refuse. He stepped forward and took out a ping pong ball with the word "empty" written on it.
Suddenly, everyone was surprised.
Goethe has a bye!
But immediately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
By this time, no one wanted to meet Goethe.
The previous flames and thunder, as well as Huang Centi's words before his death, made everyone present extremely shy about Goethe.
The ‘absolute realm’ can still be contested.
‘Ultimate power’?
Forget it, that's a completely different level.
"Goethe got a bye!"
Zotte announced loudly, and then carried the box to the two martial arts members.
One of the two people draws 1, and the other person draws 2.
There was no confrontation, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Then came Li Yuan and Qin Huan'er.
Li Yuan drew 2 and faced the sword-wielding woman from the martial arts school.
Qin Huan'er drew 1 and faced the master of the martial arts hall.
"Goethe, why are you so lucky?"
"He actually got a bye and got the top three spots."
Qin Huan'er pouted.
"I've never had bad luck."
Goethe would never tell a girl that he subconsciously took out the table tennis ball because it was hot.
"Well, you are indeed very lucky to have Grandpa Xie agree to marry your two sisters, Xie Wan and Xie Ling, at the same time. But I will not give up so easily as I am entrusted by others. I will use my best in the competition.
With all your strength..."
"Want a late night snack?"
Goethe suddenly interrupted Qin Huan'er's words.
"Don't think that a late-night snack can make me show mercy, I..."
"I know a restaurant that has good night porridge and pastries."
Goethe smiled.
Qin Huan'er hesitated.
The girl gritted her teeth and looked like she was glaring at Goethe, but her saliva was drooling.
In the end, the girl chose to satisfy her stomach first.
As for commitment?
Of course it must be recognized.
No big deal, no big deal, she'll use 80%... No, no, just use 50% of her strength.
After Qin Huan'er made up her mind, she immediately lost her burden and started chewing the ribs.
Li Yuan on the side held up a bowl of porridge.
Zotte was confirming again - he was confirming whether this meal could be reimbursed!
When he got the affirmative answer, he immediately shouted to the boss.
"Bring me six cages of shrimp dumplings, four portions of pork ribs, chicken feet, siu mai, barbecued pork, roasted squab, and another portion of baked lobster in soup, steamed Asian spot, fried clams with scallion oil, scrambled eggs with crab roe, eh
…There were actually six-headed abalone, and the boss steamed them for me!”
Zoot stood in front of the table and shouted loudly.
He looked full of energy and scolded Fang Qiu.
Qin Huan'er's saliva flowed onto the plate.
Is 50% good?
How about 30%?
Miss Qin thought so.
The six black armored men of the Qin family sitting next to him stared at Zotte with murderous eyes.
With a smile on his face, Zotte moved behind Goethe without leaving a trace, and slowly sat down.
Immediately, Goethe blocked Zotte.
The interim president of Luteng City breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Qin Huan'er with a mournful face.
"Miss Qin, why don't you just bear it and drink porridge, otherwise I'm afraid I'll be beaten."
Qin Huan'er frowned and looked at his subordinates.
Immediately, the six black armored men sat quietly with their eyes, nose and heart in mind.
"Don't worry, it's okay, I promise you."
Qin Huan'er was almost swearing.
"That's good - boss, do you have roast suckling pig? Come on, give me one!"
Zotte smiled, turned around and shouted loudly.
Immediately, Qin Huan'er beamed.
The pleasure of a late-night snack cannot be explained to outsiders.
Just like the breeze at sunset, the first ray of sunshine in the morning, or the ice-cold soda when the sun is shining brightly at noon, it is comfortable, comfortable and always has a sense of ease.
That's what Goethe was like.
He sat there and looked at Zoot, knowing that Zoot was trying to establish a good relationship with Qin Huan'er.
But he doesn't dislike this method.
Similarly, it does not prevent him from competing for food with Qin Huan'er.
"Ah! My lobster!"
"Ah! My abalone!"
"Ah! My roast suckling pig!"
Qin Huan'er, who lacked experience, was immediately at a disadvantage and screamed in anger. But at this time, Goethe speeded up, and Qin Huan'er immediately stopped and began to concentrate on eating.
Li Yuan, who had eaten two bowls of porridge in a row, put down his chopsticks. The female swordsman looked at Goethe and Qin Huan'er who were fighting for each other with admiration. She envied Goethe for being so casual, and she also thought a little, but
But I can't let go.
Zotte on the side was sweating on his forehead.
Because, he just remembered——
Even if he is reimbursed, he still has to pay for the meal before he can be reimbursed!
But he...
No money!
That awkward but not rude smile, but mixed with embarrassment, appeared on the face of the acting president of Luteng City.
"I'm going to the toilet."
Goethe picked up a pig's leg, got up and left.
The female swordsman stood up instinctively and walked out together.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared into the night.
Zotte looked at Qin Huan'er who was still eating and drinking, and then at the six black armored men of the Qin family beside him. After silently making a calculation, he got up and walked to the counter, lowering his voice and saying: "Boss, can you mortgage your mobile phone?
?If the mobile phone doesn’t work, do you think the car at the door can? It’s a new energy one!”
…
"Zote has no money?"
The female swordsman walking side by side with Goethe on the street was stunned.
"Most likely not."
"The last time he smiled like this, I paid for it."
Goethe said.
"What about him?"
"Don't worry, he has a mobile phone, a car, and...a wife."
Facing the puzzled female swordsman, Goethe said.
"Um?"
The female swordsman became more and more puzzled.
"Zote is a pretty good guy. He saves money for his family and also thinks about others. He diligently does things that others don't want to do, just to make his wife and children live a better life."
"Presumably his wife must be a good person."
"Only in this way will Zoot treat you like this."
"And men?"
"A tough-talking creature will come home with a smile even if he endures hardships outside. Especially for Zotte, who loves his wife so much, he must have exaggerated his treatment outside to make his wife think that he has lived a good life."
Very good."
"So, I want his wife to see the 'real him'. Zote, who got a promotion and a salary increase, deserves more pocket money."
Goethe explained.
"So that's it."
"Goethe, you have a very gentle heart."
The female swordsman looked at Goethe with a strange look in her eyes.
Goethe shook his head and said very honestly.
"He still owes me two meals. With his current pocket money, he can't afford to pay for me, so I have to give him a little more pocket money."
Female swordsman:......
After being stunned for a full three seconds, the female swordsman's cold face showed an expression that she didn't know whether she was crying or laughing.
"Can't you just admit it?"
"When you tell the truth like this, the good feeling in my heart suddenly disappeared."
The female swordsman sighed.
"Then you hate me?"
Goethe asked rhetorically.
"Not annoying."
The female sword thought for a moment and answered seriously.
"That's alright. The honest me doesn't make you hate me, and the lying me may gain your favor, but it makes me feel disgusted with myself because..."
Goethe pursed his lips, and a hint of melancholy immediately appeared on his handsome face.
"Because of what?"
The female swordsman asked.
"Because it goes against my beliefs!"
"Treat people with sincerity, just like my sword, like your knife - they will not lie to people, but when their owners lie to people, they will lose their due edge."
Goethe said seriously.
"Faith? Sincerity?"
The female swordsman's eyes lit up, but she quickly recovered.
"Can you use a sword?"
"Well, that's great."
"Then why don't you bring a sword?"
The female swordsman's eyes were filled with confusion.
"My sword, sincerity, is faith!"
"Of course you can't let others see it!"
"It's not in my hands, but it's in my heart - how can the heart be shown to others so easily?"
Goethe looked at the female swordsman and smiled, then stepped forward. The night wind gently blew the skirt of his coat. The female swordsman could not help but murmur softly as he looked at the back bathed in the bright moonlight.
"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart?"
Goethe did not answer, but continued to walk forward, neither fast nor slow, leaving a bit of leeway, appearing neither hasty nor slowness.
When Goethe took the seventh step, the female swordsman suddenly raised her head and said——
