Chapter 217 Who wins and who loses?
After eating and drinking, the four of them set out on their journey again. As the sun set and the sky darkened, they finally arrived at a bustling provincial capital. They quietly inquired along the way, searching for the best inn in the area.
As the young prince of the Northwest, Ye Qingyu was always particular about food and lodging. The four of them searched the city for half an hour before finally, not far away, a large door with a lantern hanging from it came into view. The four characters "Ruiyun Inn" on the doorplate were clearly visible in the dim light.
"Master, this is it!" He pointed to the front excitedly.
"Boss, stay in the hotel!" A soft and crisp voice sounded.
The shopkeeper, who was concentrating on reading the account book, looked up at the voice. A smile instantly spread across his face as he came out to greet her warmly: "Young lady, please come in, young master!"
"Have you gone upstairs?" he asked softly.
"Yes, yes, young lady. How many rooms do you need?" the shopkeeper responded hurriedly.
"Three!" This time, Qingqing blurted out without hesitation. Ye Qingyu had a blank expression, while Qingyi gave Qingqing a funny look.
"Okay, please come this way." The shop owner agreed readily and led everyone to the room.
Qingqing was very nimble and quick, quickly tidying up the room for her master. Qingyi went to arrange the meal. After all, they had walked for half a day, and even if they had eaten a lot at lunch, they were already starving.
In the evening, Qingyi pulled Ye Qingyu, who had just finished washing up, over and stood side by side with her.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qingyu asked with a puzzled look.
"Xiao Ye, look, I'm taller than you!"
"Yeah." Ye Qingyu replied calmly and sat back on the stool. Is there any need to compare? Qing Yi has not only become stronger, but also taller. It seems that he eats a lot.
"Oh, you are too thin, Xiaoye, can't you eat more?" Qing Yi looked at Ye Qingyu and couldn't help sighing.
"How am I thin? If we talk about strength, you can't compare to me!" Although Ye Qingyu's physique is not strong, his arm strength is amazing due to his practice of Bodhidharma magic. The ice black iron sword weighs a hundred pounds, but he can carry it with him without feeling the weight at all.
"Not necessarily?" Qing Yi was dissatisfied. In terms of weight and height, he was superior. Moreover, in the past month, he had received careful guidance from his master, the Demon Lord, and the Martial Saint. He felt that his internal strength had improved a lot. Maybe he had already surpassed Xiao Ye?
"Heh~" Ye Qingyu looked at Qing Yi who was unconvinced.
"Let's have a competition!" Qing Yi was very excited.
"What's there to compare it to?" Ye Qingyu thought this was a bit childish.
"Come on, let's arm wrestle and see who is stronger?" Qing Yi suggested.
"Go to bed early." How could Ye Qingyu play such a childish game with Qingyi? He found it really boring.
"Haha, you must be afraid that you can't win, so you don't dare to compete?" Qing Yi said with a smile.
"..." Ye Qingyu looked at Qingyi speechlessly, wondering why he was so boring.
"Come on, Xiaoye, let's make a deal. No one can use internal energy. It's all about brute force. Let's see who's stronger." Qingyi pulled Ye Qingyu's wrist. He knew that if he relied on internal energy, he might not be able to defeat Xiaoye. But if he couldn't defeat him by relying on brute force without internal energy, then all the food he had eaten would be in vain!
"..." Ye Qingyu was also a little confused. He had originally thought Qing Yi was extremely boring, but in terms of internal strength, Qing Yi was indeed no match for him at the moment. But what if he didn't use internal strength, and just relied on physical strength? Suddenly, he also became curious.
"Come on, let's make a bet. If I win, you kiss me, and if you win, I kiss you." Qing Yi said quickly.
"...What?" Ye Qingyu's brain was working rapidly, translating Qing Yi's words. What do you kiss me and I kiss you? Isn't it the same?
"Hahaha, come here quickly, Xiaoye!" Qingyi urged impatiently.
"Okay, let's change the bet." Ye Qingyu smiled slightly.
"Ah? Isn't this a good bet? What do you want to change it to?" Qing Yi felt that he had a chance of winning and asked confidently.
"I won. You are not allowed to speak for the whole day tomorrow." Ye Qingyu teased Qingyi deliberately.
"Not talking for a day? Xiaoye, do you want to suffocate me to death?" Qing Yi yelled. For him, not talking for a day was more uncomfortable than not eating for a day.
"If you don't agree, forget it!" Ye Qingyu shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to compete anymore.
"Hey, wait, I may not lose. What if you lose? Will you stay silent for a whole day? This bet is unfair. You don't talk much anyway." Qing Yi is so smart, how could he suffer a loss?
"Let's put it this way. If I lose, I won't speak for the whole day tomorrow. If you lose, Xiaoye, you have to praise me all day tomorrow. You can't praise me twice, and you have to do it in front of others!"
"What should I praise you for?" Ye Qingyu looked at Qing Yi. What kind of bet is this?
"Just compliment me on my handsomeness, my suaveness, my strong body, and so on! Anyway, the compliments must be different, and Qingfeng and Qingqing must both hear them. There must be no fewer than a hundred compliments a day."
"To you? One hundred words of praise?" Ye Qingyu raised his eyebrows. This bet was really a bit too much. Even if he read a lot of books, it would be difficult for him to come up with a hundred words of praise for him.
"Well! Xiaoye, just promise it. If you hold the Ice Black Iron Sword every day, maybe you can beat me?" Qing Yi tempted.
"What if I lose? I won't be able to brag about it!" Ye Qingyu pretended to be embarrassed.
"Ah, Xiaoye, you, you, actually..." Qingyi grumbled in dissatisfaction, but was unwilling to give up, so he had to lower the standard: "Fifty sentences is okay?"
"Three sentences at most!" Ye Qingyu continued to tease with a smile on his face.
"Ah, Xiaoye, ten sentences, ten sentences should be fine, right? If you don't agree, I will be rude to you?" Qing Yi threatened.
"You're welcome. What can you do?" The little prince of the Northwest raised his eyebrows. He actually threatened him?
"Well, if you're welcome~~" Qing Yi deliberately stretched out his tone, reached out to untie his belt, and said with a lewd look: "Let's compare something else!"
"..." Ye Qingyu weighed it inwardly and said, "Okay, ten sentences, but if you lose, don't deny it!"
"Haha, are you too confident?" Qing Yi smiled contemptuously at his upcoming opponent.
The two sat facing each other, with a square table between them. They bent their arms and placed them on the table, holding each other's right hands, neither of them giving in, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
Qing Yi shouted, "Start!" and immediately began to exert all his strength, pure brute force, without a trace of internal energy. Qing Yi then realized that even with just physical strength, Xiao Ye was not to be underestimated. Could those previous instances of Xiao Ye being unable to push him away have been his tactics of playing hard to get?
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