The middle-aged man finally left the restaurant angrily and fled amidst the laughter of everyone.
Tang Xuanming looked at the high-ranking officials and nobles in the restaurant as well as the children of aristocratic families with interest. He found that most of them practiced fighting spirit and magic, and warriors did not even account for one-tenth of them. He had some understanding in his heart.
"The status of pure warriors in Chu State doesn't seem to be very high! What's the reason?"
According to what Tang Xuanming knew, the biggest old monster in the Chu State was the ancestor of the Chu State, a warrior who had reached the sixth level.
I think Chu State knows the power of warriors best, and the little demon princess Chu Yu is also a pure warrior. Why is the trend of the entire Chu State so different?
"Martial arts became a means for the Chu State to rule itself?"
Tang Xuanming didn't know, but when he heard a group of people in a restaurant disparaging martial arts, he was still a little unhappy in his heart.
"If you ask me, that person just now is a pure liar. She may be a practitioner from some small sect. She wants to publicize the invincibility of warriors here and trick a few people into practicing in their sect. She doesn't even look at herself.
How many kilograms and taels?"
The words of a young man caused the whole audience to burst into laughter.
"Yeah, don't look at what era it is now? The Fairyland and the Magical Continent have been merged together. In the past, there was no other way to practice. We could only practice martial arts hard, and we were exhausted all day long.
It may not necessarily result in success.”
"Now the fighting spirit in the West is lower than the training threshold for warriors, and it is more powerful."
"We can't visit the mysterious ascetics, but magicians are everywhere. It would be great to learn the mysterious spells, control the power of elements between heaven and earth, and fly freely in the void.
.”
A young man holding a folding fan slowly turned the fan in his hand, trying his best to appear graceful, but his angular eyes ruined his overall posture, making him look a bit sinister.
"Martial artist, martial artist is a joke. In the early stage of practice, there is no dazzling fighting spirit, no extraordinary magic, and it is not as good as the ascetic. It can only beat the body day after day, mobilize the inner breath, and it is difficult to get started. Only fools
Going to practice."
"Brother Wang, you can't say that, martial arts is still of some use."
The young man was feeling very proud and wanted to continue talking about the superiority of magic fighting spirit. He was suddenly interrupted and found out that it was his usual best friend, the son of the Zhang family. He couldn't help but be startled.
"Brother Zhang, what do you think?"
By this time, the restaurant had completely become a high-end tea party, but the owner of the restaurant was not irritated at all. Instead, he served melon seed tea to everyone with a smile.
The uncle is the one who gives the money. As long as they chat happily and come here often, who cares what they talk about?
The young man known as Brother Zhang has a short stature, short hands and short legs, and he likes to wear a high hat. He looks funny and ridiculous, like a clown in an amusement park.
When Tang Xuanming saw it, he almost laughed out loud. He held it in for a while, ready to see what this man had to say.
"For us, martial arts is naturally useless, tasteless, and a pity to abandon. After all, we can all go to the West to find famous teachers, but for those mud-legged people, those so-called poor families, this is their way to heaven.
The only way is not to be abandoned like this."
"Otherwise, what would it be like for a bunch of mud-legged people to learn magic and fighting spirit like us?"
Everyone was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter.
"It's true, martial arts still has some use."
Tang Xuanming silently put down the wine glass in his hand. He thought it was a friendly army before, but it turned out to be a well-hidden enemy!
He gently put down his chopsticks and walked slowly to the middle of the crowd.
A group of high-ranking officials, nobles and children of aristocratic families looked at him with strange eyes and whispered.
"Who is this? Do you know him? Which family is he from?"
Tang Xuanming said naturally: "I am the mud-legged guy who practices martial arts in your mouth."
"oh!"
Young Master Wang suddenly smiled, and then bowed to Tang Xuanming without any sincerity, and said in a strange tone: "We were too abrupt, and we should not have killed the warrior with one blow. If there is any offense, I hope you will bear with me."
.”
He was talking about how caring he was, but he looked proud, with a crooked face, full of sarcasm. It was written nakedly, I am just taunting you. Why? If you have a temper, bite me, you
If you don't accept it, bite me.
"Snapped!"
Tang Xuanming slapped him decisively. The young man surnamed Wang had a look of disbelief on his face. Then he spun around 360 degrees and hit the wall of the restaurant with a bang. A mouthful of blood spurted out far away.
The waiter slithered under the table, and quickly climbed under the counter using his hands and feet. The chubby boss was already squatting there, with both fat and thin heads stretched out, watching the sudden battle, his movements were quick and precise.
Skillfully, there were two small matzahs beside him, and a plate of melon seeds was placed neatly on the counter.
The waiter skillfully grabbed a handful, chewed and spit out the skin of the melon seeds, and said: "Shopkeeper, who do you think will win? I'll beat the Wang family."
"Go ahead, I'm the boss. I'll bet first. I'll overwhelm all the gentlemen present."
The waiter looked resentful and complained: "Mr. Zhang is the son of the city lord, Mr. Wang is a second-rank official in the imperial court, and the remaining Mr. Li and Mr. Tuoba are all top figures, and there is no one who is bad."
, you are sure to win..."
"Are you just saying you won't place a bet?"
The shopkeeper moved his butt forward and chose a better position to watch the battle. Without even looking at the waiter's face, he was completely convinced.
The waiter gritted his teeth, took out two coins from his pocket, slapped it in front of the shopkeeper, and said through gritted teeth: "You bet, you evil-minded maggot, you almost made my wife away."
The shopkeeper didn't even look at it. He reached out and grabbed the two coins and put them into his arms. He said cheerfully: "Shopkeeper, I'm helping you quit gambling."
"Oh! Mr. Zhang was beaten so badly that two of his front teeth flew out."
The waiter at the shop was so excited that he even forgot to crack the melon seeds.
"Young Master Li's legs were broken. This is really a cruel attack!"
"Oh, my God, someone is going to die. Are you sure you don't care about it, shopkeeper?"
The waiter in the shop watched each and every one of the bosses who were so arrogant in the past and didn't even need to pay for meals being beaten up and down, and howling all over the place.
I let out a big sigh of disgust in my heart. Normally it was outsiders who were the target of these attacks, but today it was a different one. I saw that he was in high spirits, but he was also a little bit nervous in his heart.
After asking for a long time, the shopkeeper got no response. When he turned around, he found that the shopkeeper, who was watching the show calmly, had begun to tremble, covering his chest with one hand, and was unable to speak.
"Quickly...quickly...go to the Yamen,...go to the Yamen to report the news!"
"Then give me the money first, shopkeeper."
"Get out of here!"
He took out a money bag from his arms and threw it in the waiter's hand. The waiter weighed it twice, got out from behind the counter with a smile on his face, and ran to report to the official.