Daily life of black skin cub's princess

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It’s time to open the article, the third update of the article~ Tomorrow’s update of Chapter 4, those who leave comments in the first three chapters will have a small red envelope~

The important things are written in the copywriting, the prince is the gong, the black skin is the shou, the gong and the shou love each other, and there will be stories of conspiracy and conspiracy. Although it looks more serious, it is actually a light-hearted and sweet article. After all Taotao does not abuse the protagonist~

Lu Xun [tóng] x Wu Xun [xún], it looks complicated, but their names have meaning~ I will talk about it later, and they can read half of the words [doge]

Now we officially begin our story. The story will start from the reign of Emperor Renshun Emperor Lu Jian, the most lenient emperor of the Dayu Dynasty——

"In today's martial arts world, there are seven authentic martial arts schools and eighteen major sects. There are 36 Shuilian villages in the south, Duobao halls full of gold and jade in the north, and 72 esoteric sects in the west."

The storyteller stroked his long beard, and said slowly: "There is no need for old people to talk about the authenticity of these seven martial arts schools, North Shaolin, South Wudang, Emei Kunlun, Jiuhua Kongtong, and the infrequently born Diancang School."

Someone has already made a fuss, clamoring to hear about the infrequently born Dian Cang School.

At this time, there was a clear laughter from the private room upstairs: "I want to hear about the Northern Shaolin, sir." As soon as the words fell, a piece of silver the size of a thumb fell from the sky and landed steadily on the storyteller. On Mr.'s desk.

This move shocked many ordinary people who came to join in the fun, and also shocked a few warriors who were obviously dressed in short jackets. They looked at each other and frowned almost at the same time. Could it be that the person sitting in the private room upstairs also came to participate in this martial arts event? Lifted?

Although the storyteller was surprised, he regained his composure after a moment of stupor: "Then let's talk about this Shaolin sect today."

"The current abbot of Shaolin is Zen Master Yuanshan. When it comes to Buddhism, Zen Master Yuanshan is the No. 1 Shaolin. But when it comes to martial arts, Zen Master Yuanshan is not even among the top ten masters of Shaolin." The storyteller changed his subject. , "However, the top ten masters of Shaolin have already seen through the world of mortals, and have not walked in the Jianghu for a long time. But if they really attack together, there may not be any sect in the Jianghu who can block them."

With a "snap", someone slammed the wine glass on the wooden table, and embedded the bottom of the glass into it. Before the storyteller could speak, the man said in a rough voice, "Fucking shit!"

Now the people in the teahouse are sneaking and hiding. Who doesn't know that there are so many people in the Jianghu in the capital these days, and people from the yamen have already told them from door to door, try not to go out as much as possible, and don't conflict with these people when going out.It's not that the people in the government are afraid of the people in the Jianghu, but if it really hurts the common people, even sending these barbarians to the army may not help.

"My dear friend, put out the fire." The voice still came from that window, but it was not angry at all, "You might as well ask this old gentleman, why is there no Jianghu sect stationed in the capital?"

this problem……

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and a little boy with a thick head and a thick head broke the silence: "Mr. Sir, why is there no Jianghu sect in the capital?"

The old gentleman said slowly: "It's just because this is the capital city, where the emperor's feet are, where the dragon's veins are, and the four seas are looking up..." His eyes swept over these people who were ready to move, and he fell awake, "Don't dare to make mistakes."

There was silence in the teahouse, sweat was already dripping on the foreheads of those Jianghu people at the tables, although they didn't like to listen to the storyteller's words, it was not incomprehensible.At this moment, the same window, this time a piece of silver, landed on the storyteller's desk with a "swoosh": "Mr. Lao, please drink tea."

Then the window closed quietly, and the silhouette reflected on the window paper also disappeared.

The brown-clothed quack who threw a cup and scolded his mother winked at the other three people at the same table, and then they also got up and left the teahouse.

After the young man on the second floor left the private room, he walked directly from the backyard of the teahouse to the street. It was an alley connecting the main road, provided he could walk to the main road.

Because when he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, he was blocked by four men in brown clothes.

The young man didn't show much surprise, but these four people were very surprised, because this young man didn't look like a man in the world, but more like a rich man.

She is dressed in white snow satin with gold threads, with narrow sleeves and cloud wearing a white jade crown, with a jade belt around her waist, and a folding fan in her hand. The fan is also made of silk. The scabbard was white all over, with auspicious clouds and golden scales engraved on it in gold, but the jade pendant hanging on the hilt was shiny and transparent in the sunlight.

And

A master's sword would never hang these unnecessary decorations.

Is this seemingly pompous and extravagant young man really the master who just shocked everyone in the private room?

The four men in brown clothes looked at each other, and they were all a little uncertain.At this moment, the storyteller's words lingered in their minds.

Finally, the leading man in brown waved his hand lightly, and the four people who appeared suddenly disappeared in front of the young man's eyes without making a sound.

The young man in white didn't seem to care about the episode that just happened. He walked up the main street and looked around as if he was looking for something. Then he stopped and his eyes fell on a small four-story building not far away.

When he was looking for the way, others were also looking at him, and the little girl selling hairpin flowers in a basket said crisply, "Master, are you going to Sihai Tower?"

The young man in white turned his head, then moved his eyes down, looking at the little girl who was not as high as his chest with buns: "Yes."

The little girl blinked, thinking that this young man's voice is really nice, thinking of this made her even more determined: "I can't go."

"Why?" He was a little puzzled, "Closed?"

The little girl shook her head: "No, no, there are many fierce people there, and they will be injured if they go there."

The young man in white narrowed his eyes and thought for a while: "Where were you injured?"

"It's not me, I'm smart." The little girl stuck out her tongue, "It's my uncle next door. He was setting up a stall at the entrance of Sihai Building, but he was injured by a person who fell from the sky."

"That's it..." The young man in white gave her a piece of silver, and walked away under the little girl's terrified eyes, but he walked in the direction of Sihai Tower.

The little girl looked at the broken silver in her basket stupidly, and two round dimples appeared on her dirty little face. What mother said was true, there are gods in the world, and she is today. Met a living Bodhisattva.

***

There is a plaque hanging on the door of Sihai Building, with the four characters "Sihai Wuguan" on it.

But these four characters are not written with pen and ink, but carved with sword marks. This is the largest martial arts gym in the capital.Although there is no Jianghu sect in the capital, the Jianghu people who come and go, if they have a party or want to find a place to learn martial arts, they will often come here.

But this time the martial arts, the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall is even more overcrowded.Of course, the government also secretly supported it. After all, it was better to have such a place for these Jianghu people to exchange ideas, than to just walk in the street and have conflicts.

In the past two days, the yamen servants in the government office and the forbidden army in the capital have all been dispatched, for fear that something might go wrong in the martial arts.Once there is a mistake in the martial arts examination, it may affect the imperial examination half a month later, so every official is trembling during this period, for fear that there will be a lack of security under his own rule.

But compared to the fear of the officials, the common people are much happier. Firstly, there is excitement to watch, secondly, there is money to be made, and thirdly, the girls in the boudoir are also quietly looking at the street, looking at the street. The handsome scholar and the heroic boy on the Internet.

The young man in white glanced around, saw a few government servants in blue clothes and a few guards in red official clothes squatting farther away, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then strolled into the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall.

At this moment in the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall, everyone's eyes are fixed on the ring. The two people on the ring are fighting together. Anyone can see that these two people's kung fu is not weak.

It seemed that the one standing on the upper hand at this moment was a big man with a purple face and a curly beard, his arms were thick and blue, and every time he swung his fist in the air, he could hear the sound of piercing through the air.And the other dark-skinned boy dodged left and right, as if he didn't take any moves.

He held a long stick in his hand, which seemed to be made of ebony, with bodhi leaves carved on both ends, and no other pendants.Ordinarily, the opponent has no weapons with bare hands, and he should have an advantage in blocking with weapons, but the young man seemed a little at a loss at this moment, and just kept dodging.

There are already people in the arena who are betting on the big man to win.

But someone in the private room upstairs didn't think so. A middle-aged man in brown clothes narrowed his eyes: "Nephew, look at that boy, you have a better chance of winning than him."

The young man standing next to the middle-aged man was also dressed in brown clothes. After taking a look, he said nonchalantly, "Of course I win."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "But I see, you can't do ten tricks under his hands."

The young man in brown frowned, didn't speak, picked up the knife at the side and walked out.The middle-aged man heard the heavy closing sound, shook his head, and his heart was higher than the sky.

Not a good thing.

When the young man walked to the second floor, he heard the big man on the ring suddenly say: "I admit defeat."

The dark-skinned young man stood still on a railing of the arena, put the long stick behind his back, and bowed to the big man with clasped hands.

Someone saw clearly that what was hanging around his neck was a string of Buddhist beads and exclaimed, could this young man be a Shaolin disciple?

Just as the boy was about to leave the ring, he heard the sound of a blade piercing through the air.The young man didn't even look at it, turned around and returned to the arena, the knife flew into the air, and the owner of the knife was naturally the young man in brown who killed him halfway: "I'll meet you!"

As soon as the words fell, the knife attacked the young man again, the wind of the knife was fierce, and the wind of the knife alone had already cut several holes in the robes of the surrounding onlookers.

This time the young man tapped his toes lightly, and instantly flew into the air, the knife flew into the air again, and the young man suddenly grasped the long stick with both hands and pulled it out lightly, the stick was split into two, a sword light flashed, and the sound of dragon chant Resounded through the martial arts hall.Before everyone could understand what was going on, there was another flower in front of them, the stick was closed as if it had become the same as before, and the boy had already returned to the original place.

"Your internal strength is very strong, but you can't control it." The boy saluted, "Stop beating, your internal injuries will be even worse if you continue beating."

The young man in brown didn't speak, it wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't speak. At this moment, a little blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the reason why he was able to stand still was because of his true spirit.He was hurt by the dragon chant just now, but what made the young man even more unwilling was that he was not an outsider. He clearly knew the sword aura of the young man who hurt him when he drew his sword, but the young man did not dance the sword himself. What he suffered was not an external injury, in other words, what hurt him was actually the internal strength of the young man.

"Your internal strength is very strong..." That's what the young man said, but this young man's internal strength is clearly above his own!

The young man in brown clasped his hands, picked up his knife and put it in the scabbard, turned around and jumped off the ring, looking extremely chic, but the moment he jumped off the ring, the blood from the corners of his mouth snaked down, and he even saw blood on the corners of his lips. With a smear of black blood, it looked like he had suffered a serious internal injury.

The young man stared at his back, gave a palm salute with his left hand, then turned around and jumped off the ring.Just as he was about to leave, someone blocked his way: "I have a question I want to ask brother, why does brother hang Buddhist beads on his chest, but doesn't remove the black hair? He recites Buddhist verses, but commits killing?"

The one who stopped the boy was a man dressed as a scholar, who seemed to be complaining about the man in brown just now.

The boy didn't want to talk to him at first, but helplessly, the scholar insisted.The black-skinned boy sighed softly, unable to fight or hide, he had to salute: "I am a disciple of Shaolin laymen, and I don't go to Qingsi because I have an appointment. As for the killing?" He glanced at the long hair in his hand. Stick, "You see a beautiful woman as a bone, but I see a beautiful woman as a beautiful woman. My brother thinks this is killing, but I think it is to avoid unnecessary killing."

The scholar who stopped him was at a loss for words for a while, he didn't expect that he would be choked by a Wu barbarian and couldn't speak.

"Little Heipi!" The one who spoke was the noble young man in white who had stepped into the Four Seas Martial Arts Hall before.

The young man stopped in his tracks, looked around and looked at the gate of the martial arts hall, and then became happy, the coldness that had just formed on his face melted away in an instant, and he said loudly: "Little brat! I'm here to take the martial arts championship. "

These words were like a single stone stirring up thousands of waves, and everyone couldn't help but look at this brash young man.And looking at the young man who broke away from the crowd and ran to him with a smile showing his white teeth, Lu Xi couldn't help but hold his forehead slightly. I haven't seen him for so many years, and my martial arts have improved a lot, but why are you still as stupid as before?