Chapter 39 Three-in-one [Including thanks 115,000, 12...

Winter comes and summer goes, and four years have passed.

Yan Luoyue stood in front of the mirror at home, occasionally raising her hands above her head, as if she was pulling an invisible strip, and she would touch and shake it from time to time.

This little red stripe is naturally her health bar!

In the first year, Yan Luoyue was not so sure that "every year he grows older, a zero will be added to his life value."

What if the bug she encountered is that her health points increase by 9 points every year?

Or maybe her bug is not to increase her health by 10 every year, but to let her roll the dice and increase her health by the number she rolls?

With this thought in mind, Yan Luoyue showed a little anxiety before her second birthday.

When the time came to break the shell, Yan Luoyue stared at the mirror and witnessed the whole process.

The bug's visit was as punctual as Cinderella's magic at midnight.

Yan Luoyue saw with his own eyes that the blood bar above his head suddenly stretched a lot like a pastry chef pulling noodles.

Yan Luoyue: “!!!”

It seems that her cheat really adds a zero to the end of her health value every time it’s her birthday.

Regarding this kind of "as long as you persist in staying alive, you can easily survive" plug-in, Yan Luoyue said: It really has the flavor of the turtle clan.

Outside the mirror, Yan Luoyue thought of this experience and couldn't help but curl her eyes and smile.

In the mirror, the petite girl who looked like a human of about eleven or twelve also smiled, her eyes curved like little crescent moons.

——Yes, what appeared in the mirror was a little girl who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old.

This wasn't the result of Yan Luoyue taking an aging pill or using some other magic weapon to simulate a human form; this was her natural appearance at the moment.

Yan Luoyue once asked Yan Yu about this question.

As early as one year old, Yan Luoyue realized that the development of the demon race was much faster than that of humans.

Compared to humans, a one-year-old baby may still need a walker or hold on to a wall before he can stumble and walk dozens or hundreds of meters.

But at this age, the demon children can already run around wildly, and even fall over with a "Ahhh".

Yan Luoyue initially thought that the difference between humans and demons ended here.

Until the second year of life, along with the blood bar increasing tenfold, Yan Luoyue's amazing growth rate.

She had grown a lot, and even though she was only two years old, she looked like a human girl of four or five years old!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wait, let her confirm first. What Sister Yu feeds her are just ordinary fish, shrimps, vegetables and fruits. Not some "giant scale-enhancing turtle feed", right?

...Ahem, just kidding.

After all, the children in the tribe who were born at the same time as Yan Luoyue are now about this size in human form.

Yan Luoyue was puzzled by this phenomenon and had to ask Yan Yu.

As a result, Yan Yu gave her an unexpected direction for thinking.

"This is normal, everyone is like this. The demon race has a short infancy and a long adulthood, and our turtle race is even worse."

"If we take the human form as the standard, then in the first few years, we will grow very fast. But for the next several hundred years, we may have to maintain the body shape of a teenager or young adult."

Yan Luoyue has a deep understanding of the latter point.

She usually liked to go to Yueming Market, so she gradually discovered that in the market where there were many monsters, few people sold the beauty pills.

...Come to think of it, when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one will have the effect of staying in the face.

The demon race has a short childhood, so they can start practicing at a very early age.

Take Yan Luoyue for example. When humans were still “sitting, crawling, rolling around”, she had already memorized the “Turtle Breathing Technique” by heart.

Because one starts practicing earlier, one appears younger when practicing.

In this way, the demon race indirectly achieved the effect of staying in the face with the double buffs of "cultivation" and "long-term" - this is reasonable.

Until this moment, Yan Yu's answer was still within the logical scope that Yan Luoyue could understand.

But what she said next was not the same.

Yan Yu talked without raising his head, and told some gossip in a very calm and lazy tone that would spontaneously emerge when a turtle feels very comfortable.

She said: "It is during these few thousand years that we demons have lived in the human world and have changed our customs."

"Otherwise, if we still follow the old rules of the demon world, in five or six years, if you find a male demon you like, you can even have a child with him."

Yan Luoyue: “!!!”

Yan Luoyue was so shocked that she almost lost color.

Ah, what are you talking about?

Is the "five or six years" mentioned by Sister Yu a rough estimate or a specific amount of time?

If it is a specific time, Yan Luoyue will only be seven or eight years old by then, right?

Don't scare her, she is still a little turtle and can't stand such jokes.

Yan Yu finally raised her head from her conversation. When she saw Yan Luoyue's horrified expression, she burst out laughing.

Sister Yan Yu put the words inside, took her beloved little sister to her lap, and told Yan Luoyue an old story about the demon tribe thousands of years ago.

At that time, the Demon Realm had not yet been sealed, and under the pressure of the demons' massive invasion, the alliance between the human race and the demon race was in full swing.

As everyone knows, the friendship between Qin and Jin has always been a straightforward and simple way to express friendly relations.

The human and demon races are no exception.

Moreover, in the continuous war, a little wedding celebration can be regarded as a small remedy in the bitterness and depression.

With the tacit agreement of both parties, a princess of the demon race married a young and promising swordsman of the human race.

At the wedding banquet, the guests toasted each other, feeling this rare joyful atmosphere.

Just when everyone was thinking about how the two tribes would become one forever after the demons were driven away, the groom suddenly rushed out of the bridal chamber.

Yes, this handsome young swordsman who practices compassion and is said to always have a relaxed smile on his face now has a face full of sadness and anger.

He held the sword alone, tore the bright red wedding gown into two pieces, and rushed out of the bridal chamber wearing only his undershirt.

"This marriage..."

The swordsman who once fought against eight hundred demons alone with a single sword without showing any abnormality, now had his lips trembling with fear.

He shouted, "I can't get married!"

Judging from the swordsman's voice, he seemed to be about to collapse on the spot.

The guests realized that something was wrong and stood up one after another.

The human race's guess is more traditional: "What's wrong? The bride is married to someone else. Don't you want to break up the couple?"

"Could it be that the demon clan is marrying in place of the princess?"

"But the demons invaded, and the cat replaced the prince with the princess?"

The monster clan's guess was more... well, more like a well-informed person trying to spoof someone else's plan.

"I told you not to allow insect demons to marry humans. Did they marry the female mantis to someone else? They gave the groom wine as the first meal of the wedding. I told you not to do that!"

"No, I heard it wasn't a praying mantis."

"Could it be a cockroach? This is even worse."

"Did she marry a spider princess? I heard spiders also have the habit of eating their husbands."

"Get lost! I have told you guys so many times over the years that we spiders are not insects, not insects!"

In the midst of the heated discussion, the groom laughed miserably, his teeth chattering:

"She, she...she is only five years old! How can you marry a five-year-old girl to me and let her be my wife?!"

Fortunately, he asked about the bride's age before the wedding night.

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to commit suicide to express his regret!

All the human monks present: "..."

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue said: "..."

To be honest, at this moment, Yan Luoyue quickly recalled some old network books such as "The Nine-Year-Old Poison Queen" and "The Three-Year-Old Little Princess".

Yan Luoyue swallowed a mouthful of water with a gulp, feeling that her emotions and that of the collapsed groom were, in a sense, synchronized.

"So what's really going on is...?"

Yan Yu touched Yan Luoyue's head and continued to talk to her patiently.

The groom's words were like a bolt of lightning, shocking all the human monks present so much that they turned pale and stood up one after another.

At this moment, another young lady with her hair covered with pearls and jade, her wedding dress still in perfect order, also rushed out of the bridal chamber with a large red veil with a gold-painted phoenix, her eyes wide open and angry.

"What's wrong with five years old? Is five years old not good enough for you?"

The demon princess' chest heaved, and she looked extremely sad and angry.

"We are a tribe of mayflies. We transform into mayflies in the morning and die at dusk. After transforming into mayflies, we can change into human form when we land on the ground and have children within five hours. Only a few with special talents can transform into mayflies and seek enlightenment in a short period of time and prolong their lives."

"In order to respect your human customs, we neither marry you a bride who is five months old nor a bride who is five months old."

"Except for my queen mother who is twenty years old this year, I am already the oldest girl in the entire Mayfly Clan at the age of five. If you are not even satisfied with me, what kind of bride do you want to marry?"

"——Do you want to marry my mother?"

"Shame on you!" the princess screamed at the top of her lungs, "She is already the mother of more than 6,000 children. Show some respect to her!"

All the humans present: "..."

Their eyes were dazed and they were speechless.

Judging from the erratic expressions on everyone's faces, not having a soul leaving their body is the greatest self-control that people have in this lifetime.

The animals and demons present were talking to each other, saying, "What she said makes a lot of sense."

As for all the insects and monsters present, they all felt the same way and showed expressions of resentment and anger!

The one who collapsed the most was probably the swordsman.

After listening to Princess Mayfly's accusations, the young swordsman knelt down with his head in his hands without any shame.

Although he was a human, he let out a woodchuck scream: "Ah——!!!"

The swordsman screamed in the story, and Yan Luoyue took a breath of cold air outside the story: "Hiss - No way, this is too outrageous."

Yan Yu remained calm: "At that time, the alliance had just been formed, and the two sides didn't know each other very well."

Yan Luoyue quickly asked, "What happened next?"

Yan Yu recalled: "The alliance was still reached, but the marriage was never concluded. It is said that the princess was so angry that her barrier was broken, her cultivation level increased greatly, and her status was upgraded to a higher level. As for that sword cultivator..."

"After this failed marriage, he changed his mind and practiced the Way of Mercy. I heard that his practice improved by leaps and bounds, and his strength became quite good."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Not noticing Yan Luoyue's silence at this moment, Yan Yu added a sequel as if nothing had happened.

"But since then, this swordsman has developed a motto: 'My sword is colder than a five-year-old bride, and harder than a wedding banquet with more than 7,000 people attending at the same time.'"

"Well, although it's a little hard to judge, it's more understandable considering the specific circumstances."

Yan Luoyue: “…………”

Yan Luoyue opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but felt that in the face of such a hardcore story, it would be redundant for him to say anything.

However, Yan Luoyue had understood what Yan Yu meant.

For the earliest demon tribes, their judgment of "marriageable age" was mostly based on their sexual/developmental status.

Just like Yan Luoyue’s previous life, if we push the time forward more than four million years, at that time, a four or five-year-old ape would undoubtedly be in the best reproductive period.

But nowadays, would you let humans marry a five-year-old girl and try that?

Don't even mention marrying her.

Even if it's just talk, it's not unfair to be beaten half to death.

Just like humans would not bother about at what age their ape ancestors from millions of years ago started mating, after figuring out this connection, Yan Luoyue no longer bothered about the demon race's marriage tradition.

She asked Yan Yu directly: "Sister Yu, what about now?"

Yan Yu snapped his fingers and flicked Yan Luoyue's head lightly, causing him to burst.

"I don't know what the situation is like in the demon world now. But the demons in the human world, even if they marry early, have to wait until they are fifteen or sixteen years old."

"As for those who married late, well, I won't mention them myself. For example, the Great Elder, he is almost two thousand years old, but he still hasn't married."

"You, a little man, why do you always ask questions when you meet someone?"

Yan Yu patted Yan Luoyue's head lovingly, and picked up the book that was lying on the side.

"Wait, Sister Yu." Yan Luoyue raised her little nose to ask for knowledge. "If this is the case with the Insect Tribe, then what I've been hearing about 'the demon race has a longer lifespan and stronger physique', is it just brainwashing?"

Yan Yu didn't know what brainwashing was, but she understood what Yan Luoyue meant.

She first admitted the correctness of the previous sentence: "It is true that there is such a saying, and there is nothing wrong with it. But in this saying, insects are generally not included."

This is not surprising. After all, the difference between insect monsters and ordinary monsters is even greater than the difference between humans and ordinary monsters.

Unfortunately, there are so many types of them, and the distinctions between the groups are very subtle, so it is very difficult to understand them in depth.

Just like the locust tribe is divided into the grasshopper tribe and the grasshopper tribe, there are countless similar ways of dividing tribes.

"As far as I know, some sects and some demon tribes have close ties with the insect tribe because of their skills or racial characteristics."

Yan Yu pinched Ba and said, "As for us, the turtle tribe, although we have some incense relationship with the insect tribe as we are both demon tribes, we have very few exchanges. The main reason is that our life spans are quite different, and our perception of time is also different, so we are not quite in sync."

"To be specific, we just can't quite keep up with them."

Just like when Yan Luoyue was a child, if she was accused by her tribe members and suspected of being a spy from outside the tribe, she would most likely be locked up in the basement.

Lock her up for fifty or sixty years, and the answer will come out.

For the Turtle Tribe, this is the time to prove their innocence.

But for the Insect Tribe... in such a long period of time, they may have changed their leaders for more than a hundred generations!

Fifty years later, a turtle tribe envoy came with a token from more than a hundred generations ago, intending to restore the old friendship...

Um, excuse me, who are you?

In short, up to now, the biggest connection between the turtle tribe and the insect tribe may be the vulgar names such as "Ercattle", "Red earthworm", and "Mao" Liuliu.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

After answering the little sister's question, Yan Yu twisted the page of the book, intending to turn the page and continue reading the exciting plot.

At the critical moment, Yan Luoyue slammed on the brakes again.

"Last one! I promise this is the last one!"

If a human parent was faced with Yan Luoyue's "a hundred thousand whys", if he or she had a little less patience, he or she would probably roll his or her eyes in annoyance.

But Yan Yu just smiled and looked at his little sister kindly, and once again turned the words back to himself.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Just ask as many questions as you want. Luoyue can take your time."

Anyway, she has so much time, so it doesn't make any difference if she comes earlier or later.

Yan Luoyue said sternly, "I heard that Qi-refining cultivators can live a hundred years, foundation-building cultivators can live another two hundred years, and Golden Core cultivators can live another five hundred years. Yuan Ying Zhenjun's life span is a full eighteen hundred years... Isn't that the case with the insect demon race?"

If the life span of insect monsters is not that long, what about the turtles?

Yan Yu thought about it carefully and soon laughed.

"It sounds like the human race is particular about this. Let me guess, did the teachers in your school teach you this?"

Yan Luoyue blinked and nodded obediently.

Yan Yu: "Yes, I knew it was like that. The demon tribe doesn't say that."

Yan Yun patiently gave Yan Luoyue a scientific explanation: "When you reach a certain level of cultivation, your life span will naturally increase, but the amount of life span increased by different demon races is different."

"If you ask me about other races, I can't answer. But as for our turtle race, I remember that the life span of the Qi Refining Stage is increased by 200 years, the Foundation Building Stage is increased by 500 years, the Golden Core Stage is increased by 2,000 years, and the Yuan Infant Stage is increased by 5,000 years..."

Yan Yu was counting on his fingers as he recalled the past, when he suddenly looked up, he saw Yan Luoyue's expression frozen, with her mouth opened into a round "o" shape.

Yan Yu hesitated and asked: "...sister?"

What's wrong with this kid? She just told me some common sense about the demon race, why did she suddenly make such an expression?

Yan Luoyue closed his mouth with great difficulty.

She said to Yu in a vague voice: "Sister Yu, do you know, I have a feeling that I will become very awesome in the future..."

It is known that Yan Luoyue's cheat allows her to become stronger as long as she is alive.

It is also known that the turtle clan's cheat is that as long as they become stronger, they can survive very long.

So, let me ask you, as a member of the turtle clan, how powerful will Yan Luoyue become in the future?

Yan Yu couldn't guess Yan Luoyue's thoughts and activities, and for a moment his mind was full of questions.

Fortunately, another major characteristic of the turtle clan is that they are open-minded.

Since he couldn't guess what was going on in Yan Luoyue's little head, Yan Yu leisurely lay down on the recliner and continued to listen to her talk.

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Indeed, at the age of two, Yan Luoyue still regarded the word "Go" as the most important, and would be shocked by the knowledge of some monsters from time to time.

Now, at the age of four and soon to be five, she has already learned all the knowledge related to the turtle tribe, and the whole world is full of enthusiasm for exploration.

Compared to the past, Yan Luoyue has lived safely for three or four years and finally has a health bar as long as 10,000 points. Who wouldn't want to spend some money on this?

In fact, the way of relieving stress that Yan Luoyue chose can be considered quite standard, positive and healthy in this world.

That is - fighting in a ring.

After all, this is a world of cultivating immortals, so there are many such fighting arenas.

Moreover, the arena that adopts formal operating methods can even obtain local operating permits like restaurants, teahouses, and shops.

It can be said that fighting is an indispensable part of the local entertainment industry.

Therefore, the idea proposed by Yan Luoyue is completely reasonable and correct.

After listening to Yan Luoyue's words, Yan Gan and Sang Ji looked at each other.

At a moment, Sang Ji smiled and gestured, signaling the toothpick bird to fly through the sky.

He held the little ball, which was rounder than before, and played with Yan Luoyue, trying to divert Yan Luoyue's attention.

As for Yan Gan, he had already started searching his wallet to see if he had fed the wrong snacks to his sister today and spoiled the food.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue helplessly held his forehead and said, "Please, brothers, I'm not in a spur of the moment, and I'm not joking."

Perhaps influenced by her first impression of the thin and fragile health bar in her childhood, she has always been very small towards Yan Gan and Sang Ji.

Over the past few years, Yan Luoyue's physical condition has been improving day by day.

But in the eyes of the two brothers, the little sister still seemed to be the one who would turn pale and transparent and gradually die if they were not careful, causing great trouble for everyone present.

Yan Luoyue crossed her arms: "... reject stereotypes. I have quit scamming people for many years!"

"Oh, really?"

Sang Ji smiled jokingly and sat closer to Yan Luoyue. He also picked up the ball-shaped toothpick bird and gently touched his sister's round face.

"It's okay, sister. It's not a big deal if you want to scam me. When the time comes, just pick a clean spot on the stage. Your brother and I will prepare a big bag. Once you lie down, we will open the bag and collect the money..."

As expected, Yan Gan saw that Sang Ji was beaten by Yan Luoyue just after he finished speaking.

A true brother gives a true assessment: "You deserve it, bro."

Yan Luoyue followed closely and sighed: "How despicable, Brother Ji you are so despicable."

Sang Ji: “…”

You are right, you two are brothers and sisters. Who are you two to blame for this?

In short, after their races fired a barrage of attacks at each other, the three of them finally sat down and took Yan Luoyue's needs seriously.

Yan Gan first made a list according to the tribe's courses and considered the items one by one.

"Sister, have you learned the Turtle Armor Technique?"

Yan Luoyue lazily held up her chin and said, "I've learned it."

"Turtle Breathing Technique... well, I know you can do this."

"Have you learned the 'Immovable Turtle' technique, sister?"

"The skill that makes you so heavy that you can't move? I learned it with other children in the tribe."

The two of them asked and answered questions, and soon they had gone through all the contents on the list.

Looking at the list with all the items crossed out, Yan Gan's face showed a hint of surprise.

"It seems that you have finished your tribal studies, sister."

He turned his head and nodded at Sang Ji: "Then according to our turtle tribe's custom, sister can indeed go out and fight."

Sang Ji frowned, feeling that his buddy was lacking in brains.

If Luoyue was his biological sister, even if it was in line with the clan’s custom, he couldn’t let her out to compete at the age of four.

But since Yan Gan had already made the decision without hesitation, he could only make an afterthought:

"Okay, but we have to pick an arena with security."

"Well, let me think about it... The characteristics of your turtle tribe are somewhat similar to those of physical cultivators, right? If my sister wants to challenge, how about we ask for advice from Taoist friend Wu Pingyuan of the Aoao Sect?"

Over the years, Yan Luoyue has maintained a transaction with the Canglang Sect to deliver sweet and delicious pills.

The Canglang Sect also gradually transformed itself from a sect name that was not well-known in the streets to the "Aoao Sect" in the eyes of the world.

To this day, even Sang Ji would occasionally forget their real names and just call them by their nicknames.

The second one just happens to be Yuemingji, which is also the day Yan Luoyue and Canglang Sect have agreed on for delivery every month.

Over the past few years, the disciple sent by the Canglang Sect to pick up the goods has always been Wu Pingyuan. With the regular frequency of their meetings, the two sides have established a good relationship.

…………

Second, before the school was over, the three of them had packed their schoolbags and were ready to retreat at any time.

The teacher who taught them had become so impatient.

His initial attitude was still the same old thing: "I see you guys are active when eating, packing your schoolbags, attending classes, practicing, and doing exercises. Why aren't you this active?"

Now, the gentleman not only turned a blind eye, but after seeing this scene, he even asked a friendly question:

"Haha, today is the Moonlight Festival again, right?"

In view of the "Haha" at the beginning and "Let's not talk about the collection" at the end, Yan Luoyue feels that there should still be a trace of resentment hidden in the gentleman...

As soon as the clapper sounded, Yan Gan immediately picked up his and Yan Luoyue's schoolbags.

As for Sang Ji, he picked up his schoolbag and Yan Luoyue and ran out like crazy.

Hahahahahahahaha, school is finally over. They are free and go to Yuemingji to play!

As the three of them ran out, they intentionally or unintentionally ignored the other name.

——They were in perfect tacit agreement, and no one mentioned whether to go back to the tribe first. They asked Shen Jingxuan whether he wanted to go shopping with them at Yueming Market today.

You can’t blame the three guys for not having brotherhood.

Yes, the consequences of going to the market with Shen Jingxuan are too terrible.

Three years ago, Shen Jingxuan was invited by Yan Yu to stay temporarily in the Turtle Clan.

Afterwards, she practiced a beautiful "Vajra Subduing Demon Fist", which complemented the "Turtle Armor Skill" of the Turtle Clan, so she was specially hired by the Turtle Clan as a tutor.

Turtle tribe studies, classes are held every three days.

During the class, Shen Jingxuan didn't have to be responsible for anything else. He just had to hit the turtle with light and moderate force.

As for what is considered light or moderate strength...

Well, according to the turtle tribe's judgment standard, as long as no one is killed or injured, it is considered moderate force.

Shen Jingxuan: “…”

She has saved the souls of so many donors, but she has never heard of a request as magnanimous as yours from the turtle tribe!

In short, Shen Jingxuan just lived in Yan Yu's house like this.

When there were not enough rooms at the beginning, she and Yan Luoyue slept on a small bed.

Yan Luoyue can vouch for it with her own experience: the little master's bald head is really nice to touch.

Unfortunately, although the little master's brain has a good sense, the contents at the bottom of her brain - especially the contents related to road recognition - are really incredible.

Yan Luoyue will always remember everything they encountered when they and Shen Jingxuan went to Yuemingji for the first time.

That night, just in the time it took to walk from one end of the market to the other, Shen Jingxuan disappeared nearly twenty times.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Gan: “…”

Sang Ji cried out in pain: "...I really don't understand. The market is clearly a long street with only two directions, the beginning and the end. So why, Jingxuan, would you get lost here! How on earth did you do it!"

At night, Yan Luoyue titled her diary "One market, my friends looked for me eighteen times".

Anyway, from then on, whenever such moments occurred, the three of them generally kept to themselves and would not take the initiative to bring up the topic of whether or not to bring Shen Jingxuan along when visiting Yueming Market.

Of course, if Shen Jingxuan had this need, they would still take her to the market.

Sometimes, we all want to take a break, just like today.

After all, they were really tired that day.

If future generations were to trace the origin, they would perhaps discover that Yueming Market’s unique system of broadcasting missing persons became a unique feature of the market only after it was broadcast over twenty times that night.

…………

The three of them stood at the head of the market for a while, and soon a strong man with a body full of lumps of flesh came.

This person is the body cultivator Wu Pingyuan.

He hadn't changed much since he first met Yan Luoyue four years ago, except that there was a small patch of hair missing from his left eyebrow, leaving a faint white scar.

When everyone met again, they smiled at each other.

They found a sweet soup stall with ease, ordered a few delicious snacks each, and then, as per the rules, handed over five full jars of sweet noodle sauce... no, sweet and delicious pills.

"Oh, little master, do you want to fight?"

Upon hearing this topic, Wu Pingyuan puffed out his chest even more, as it was obvious that the question touched upon his expertise.

"No problem. We physical practitioners often do competitions. We in the Canglang Sect have already figured out the pros and cons of the nearby competition sites... I remember that the young master is from the turtle tribe? Then the requirements for your training methods should be very similar to those of us physical practitioners."

Yan Luoyue was embarrassed to say that she had not had time to consider the training method.

She waited for four whole years until her health bar finally exceeded 10,000.

At the same time, Yan Luoyue missed the pvp (player battle) part of the game very much. She felt itchy and wanted to have a game to satisfy her.

When Wu Pingyuan mentioned the competition, his eyes lit up and he listed all his treasures.

He recommended enthusiastically, "I happen to be free today. Why don't the three little masters come with me to a place where we often go to practice martial arts?"

Sang Ji had some knowledge of this, and immediately asked rapidly:

"Live or dead? Short or long? Gambling or clearing? Open or closed? Sword or fist?"

This string of jargon confused the law-abiding siblings Yan Gan and Yan Luoyue.

Thanks to Wu Pingyuan and Sang Ji's explanations, Yan Luoyue finally understood everything.

It turns out that in this world, the rules and methods of fighting are really complicated and advanced.

Take the life and death contest as an example.

Live competition means that the contestants on the stage can concede defeat on their own or be thrown off the stage.

If it is a death match, then as long as neither side has killed each other, the match will not be over regardless of whether the monk falls off the stage or not.

The short competition lasts for a shorter period of time, often ending in one day or one night.

If the challenge is long, the champion will have to defend it for at least one or two months, and at most half a year, a year, or even ten years.

Gambling allows spectators to watch, and the final prizes for fighting are generally generous; if it is a private fight, it is just a ticket sale.

If you ask about opening and closing the ring, you are actually asking whether the ring is open to the public.

Generally speaking, the opening of a competition is often a formal one.

Only specially invited guests can attend the closed tournament, and they usually have some unclear relationship with the local bosses.

As for the sword and fist fights that come later, the difference lies in whether or not magical weapons can be used.

After experiencing this popular science lecture, Yan Luoyue nodded repeatedly, feeling that his knowledge capacity had increased again.

Wu Pingyuan scratched his head and said, "Let it go, little master. We have known each other for such a long time. I will not use that unreliable arena to trick you."

He said seriously, "This is an open ring. The defense time varies. I mainly fight with fists and feet here. Although it is a gambling ring, it is guaranteed to be a live ring."

Sang Ji thought for a moment and nodded slowly.

"I know the place you're talking about. Well, I can take my sister there to have a look first."

…………

Gambling competition is indeed more popular than general competition.

This kind of entertainment, which has the nature of a competition, stirs up the onlookers' minds at every turn.

Add to that the straightforward incentive of money, and it’s no wonder that fighting has become one of the pillars of the world’s sexual entertainment industry.

Before Yan Luoyue and the other two even approached the arena, they had already heard the noisy cheers from inside.

"It's so lively."

Since Yan Luoyue's human form already looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, he no longer needed to be carried by Yan Gan or Sang Ji when he went in and out.

She listened to the noise in the distance and quietly pulled Sang Ji's sleeve.

"Brother Ji, how come you know the rules of the fight so well?"

Sang Ji blinked, trying to maintain the image of an honest and reliable brother.

He paused for a moment and replied, "I watched a few games with my father."

"Really?" Yan Gan also came over and made the same suspicious sound, "You know it so clearly after watching a few games?"

"…I was slightly interested in this, and I secretly came over to watch a few games afterwards, but that was all."

While they were talking, they had already reached the entrance of the casino.

A young and handsome waiter stepped forward and they bowed.

At the same time, Sang Ji seemed to have thought of something and took a breath suddenly!

The waiter greeted with a smile: "Master Sang, Master Wu, you two are here. Are these two your friends? Please come in."

Sang Ji: “…”

Damn, he moved so violently, didn’t the waiter realize that he didn’t want to be recognized?

He has never brought Yan Luoyue and Yan Gan to play such a fun thing, he will definitely be beaten up later!

It's too late to hint at this time.

Beside Sang Ji, Yan Luoyue suddenly realized something and spoke slowly and drawn out his words:

"Oh, what do you mean by 'slightly interested'?"

Beside Yan Luoyue, Yan Gan also suddenly realized and spoke in a slow and drawn-out tone:

"Well, why did you say 'just--watched--a few games--'

The brother and sister looked at each other, leaned forward slightly, shook their heads repeatedly with their spears in their hands, and made clicking sounds in their mouths.

"Brother, is this your crocodile drama?"

Sang Ji: "...That's enough. Racial homophones won't work, right?"

Sang Jichang was filled with anger and humiliation, his mouth stretched 270 degrees into a typical crocodile angle, turning into an expression that said "I'm going to shark you when I get out."

After all the fun, everyone's nervous mood was relaxed.

After all, Lian Sang Ji had fought in this arena before, so the safety factor was definitely guaranteed.

After the waiter revealed his big secret, Sang Ji simply stopped trying to hide it and took the initiative to buy everyone a drink.

"You can choose not to watch the ring matches here, but you must drink this fruit drink. In my opinion, this fruit juice is the essence of this ring."

There was no need for Wu Pingyuan to introduce this. Sang Ji took the lead and led the Yan brothers and sisters inside with ease.

"Although the ticket price is the same for the stands over there, you can see more clearly from the red painted seats."

"If you see these guys, avoid them. They are pickpockets hanging around the ring."

"Here is a cart selling cooling powder. Hey, I remember this was where cooling powder was sold. When did it start selling pills?"

The people pushing the cart were a man and a woman who looked very similar, most likely siblings.

The stall owner noticed Sang Ji's gaze and started soliciting business:

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to buy something? I have some commonly used elixirs here, including bone-breaking spirit, rejuvenation pills, hemostatic powder, and small turtle ointment..."

Sang Ji: “…”

Yan Gan: “…”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Wait, other things are fine, but what the hell is this little turtle paste?

Didn’t Yan Luoyue only refine one kind of small turtle paste?

This is obviously not the first time the stall owner has been asked this question.

He chuckled and replied a little proudly: "This was made by my sister..."

Before he finished speaking, Sang Ji, who was triggered by the conditional reflex, answered first: "My sister, this is also my sister."

Stall owner brother:?

The stall owner’s sister:? ?

These two were able to set up a stall in such a mixed crowd, so they were obviously not idle people.

At least when it comes to provocations that come to them, they are already familiar with handling them.

Hearing Sang Ji's outrageous remarks that sounded like a tease, an attempt to steal someone, or a deliberate attempt to pick a fight, the stall owner and his sister glanced at each other, and with a swish, they instantly pulled out two large machetes that flashed with cold light from their stall!

Everyone: “…”

"Well," Sang Ji cleared his throat and took a step back, "...If I say I didn't mean it, would you believe me?"