Not long after we sat down, it seemed that Qing Pei had laid out the tea and cakes, and then we saw a group of people coming up to the row of drums.
There are four people surrounding each drum. Each of the drummers is a burly man, naked from the waist up, wearing black trousers underneath, with a long red belt tied on his forehead, and holding a red mallet in his hand.
The same drumstick.
Looking at their bodies covered with tendons and their strong and powerful bodies, Manmei doubted whether they would break the drum skin with a single blow.
Man Miao estimated that people who practice martial arts are like this. She has never seen Jiang Shang, but she has seen Lan Ting. Lan Ting doesn't look very tall in clothes. He is also of medium build, but there is no flesh on his body.
They are very strong muscles. They feel like thick tires. You can't even squeeze the muscles when they are stretched out. These muscles are very explosive. Jiang Shang can compete with him, and I think he will have no less meat on his body.
As for Shan Boyuan, forget it, he will probably look like a skeleton once his clothes are taken off.
As soon as the few people stood still, someone raised a red flag and waved it, and immediately began to get into shape. Forty people all moved together in a uniform manner, beating the drums loudly and rhythmically.
This drum was probably the signal for the opening. As soon as the drum sounded, it was obvious that people in the venue began to gather in the middle of the venue. They were all crowded with heads. There were probably tens of thousands of people coming.
These people wear clothes of different colors. Fortunately, we can see guards in black clothes. Many people are standing there to maintain order. With these people, although the scene is noisy, it is still orderly and the situation is normalized.
developed.
Then a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties came out and said a few words.
Everyone on the left and right said that this is a grand event held once every ten years in the Yue Kingdom's martial arts world. I hope that heroes from all sects will come out to try their skills. The competition will be done to the point, and don't do anything to hurt people in the back.
I introduced several highly respected judges, and as expected, they were all members of the most famous and aristocratic families in the country of Yue.
There is also someone from the Jiang family at the judges' table. He is an old man with a goatee and a gray beard. He looks older, maybe about sixty years old. His height cannot be seen from sitting down, but he looks very thin and graceful.
It's far away and I can't see his facial features clearly. He is probably Jiang Shang's uncle or his grandfather.
There were also people from the Deng family present, but I didn’t hear anyone named Wu. It seemed that the Wu family was not considered a first-class wealthy family in the Yue Kingdom. Shan Boyuan introduced her that the other people were all leading wealthy families in various regions of the Yue Kingdom.
, basically all of them are families that hold the position of city lords in various places.
The Jiang family in Jiangzuo, the Deng family in Laizhou, and various other families all had a figure who looked older and could convince others to sit on the judges' table.
"Does Jiang Shang have a strong opponent?" Manmiao asked.
Shan Boyuan thought for a moment, shook his head, and began to play with the pair of mutton-fat jade exquisite jade objects again, "Among the young masters of the Yue Kingdom, Jiang Shang is the most famous and the most powerful.
There aren’t many strong competitors.”
Manmiao breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. It would be great if Jiang Shang could become the leader of the martial arts alliance. With this status, he would be more forceful in his speech in the Jiang family. It is estimated that he would be able to speak up on Chu Xiner's matter.
Manmiao even suspected that the deal between Jiang Shang and Wu Sheng also included the condition of sending Chu Xiner back to the Jiang family.
However, this matter must be done quietly after the martial arts competition. It would be too conspicuous to do it now. Moreover, by then, the deal was already done. Even if Mrs. Jiang knew that her son was older and had an idea, there was nothing she could do.
In this way, Jiang Shang only needs to go through the motions in this martial arts competition.
With a few meaningful gestures on the ring, you can get the title of martial arts leader.
The old men sitting on the judges' bench all knew it in their hearts, and the major families had an agreement on the outcome of the martial arts competition.
No wonder Jiang Shang has been constantly contacting people from major aristocratic families and is so busy that he is trying to secure an unofficial quota for himself.
Thinking of this, Manmei leaned on the armrest of the Taishi chair, took a piece of red bean cake in her hand without interest, took a bite, and said boredly, "So that's it, then what's going on in this martial arts tournament?"
mean?"
At this time, the person who stood up to announce was still talking, and the venue was very quiet. Manmei didn't need to be too loud for Shan Boyuan to hear her words clearly.
Shan Boyuan smiled and took a sip of herbal tea. He watched her eat some snacks. He also reached out and took a piece of red bean cake from the plum blossom-shaped lacquer carving box. However, unlike Manmiao, who bit off half a piece at a time, he just took it in one bite.
I ate one piece. The red bean cakes were very small, one was about the size of a mahjong, and a bit thinner than mahjong. It was one centimeter thick and three centimeters long. It was just enough to be eaten in one bite.
However, this kind of pastry is obviously something that women eat. Shan Boyuan has always prepared various pastries in the car. He thought that it would be difficult to serve this delicate and frail master, so he prepared as much as possible to save money.
The master should lose his temper.
These pastries were well made, sweet and not cloying. Manmei ate a few pieces. The plum blossom-shaped box was not that big, with one petal being the size of an adult's fist. Only three or five pieces could be placed inside, so she put the red beans in it alone.
I finished eating the cake. I had something on my mind in the morning, so I drank a few mouthfuls of porridge without eating anything. When I got here, I felt hungry when I saw the food.
Shan Bo glanced at her from afar, probably thinking that she hadn't had breakfast, so he reached out and turned the other petal over. It should contain water chestnut cake.
Manmei ate so much in one go, and drank a few more sips of tea. The snacks in her stomach swelled, and she wasn't so hungry for a while. She smiled at him, but didn't eat anymore.
Just as they were eating, the host's speech had ended, and some impatient people began to jump onto the ring and start competing.
Manmei was holding the teacup. This teacup should be a set of teacups specially made by Shan Boyuan for entertaining guests. The teacup is made of ceramics. The wall of the cup is as thin as a cicada. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary cup with no decorative patterns. The hot tea is poured into it.
In the cup, you can see a golden coiled dragon emerging from the cup wall, which seems to appear with the temperature. Once the temperature of the tea cup drops, the dragon will gradually dim until it disappears. The cup wall will turn white again.
one slice.
The temperature of the tea cup at this time is not too hot, only about 50 degrees at most. Holding it gracefully in your hand, you can see the dragon's body appearing or disappearing, as if it is flying through the clouds and mist.
Seeing the people on the ring competing seriously, Manmei asked curiously, "Why are these people still willing to compete on stage?"
