A few days later.
The capital of the Great Jin Dynasty is the most beautiful and prosperous place in the world today. Even the old capital of the Song Dynasty, Bianliang, and the new capital, Lin'an, are inferior to it.
After Situ Xiu and Huang Rong entered the city, they went to a money shop to exchange silver and banknotes.
"Group leader, are those golds of yours real?" Huang Rong asked in a low voice.
"I transformed it." Situ Xiu said with a smile, really thinking he was a god.
Huang Rong's eyes widened with shock, and she pulled his hand and ran quickly. They ran for an unknown distance before stopping.
"No one should catch up." Huang Rong breathed slightly and patted her chest with her small hands.
"It can't be such a coincidence!"
Situ Xiu was surprised when he saw a group of people gathered in a circle not far ahead. A large stage was set up on the open space in the middle. A banner with four large characters "Martial Arts Competition to Win a Bride" embroidered on it was stuck on the edge of the stage.
This scene is very familiar. In the original novel, Yang Tiexin took Mu Nianci to a martial arts competition to win a hand in marriage.
This was such a coincidence. He had originally come to the Great Jin Kingdom with the intention of going to Prince Zhao's Mansion to find the Nine Yin Scriptures, and to get some martial arts secrets from Wanyan Kang's men.
"My fellow countrymen, my surname is Mu and my given name is Yi. I am from Shandong. I am passing through your place, not seeking fame nor profit.
"It's just that my little girl is only 28 years old and hasn't found a husband yet. She once made a wish: not for a rich and noble husband, but for a man of exceptional martial arts skills. So, I'm boldly challenging her to a martial arts competition to find a husband. Anyone under 30..."
The middle-aged man on the stage clasped his hands together and spoke incessantly. The expressions of the people below were very interesting. Many of them were very excited and felt like they were going to pick up a wife.
The girl next to the middle-aged man has slender eyebrows, a slightly upturned nose, and a fair and slightly red face. It is not difficult to see that she is another little beauty.
"Do you also want to participate in the competition?"
Huang Rong saw Situ Xiu staring at the girl and couldn't help but feel a little angry.
This was not out of jealousy, as the relationship had not reached that level. Instead, Huang Rong felt that her beauty was no less than others, but they had two different results, so of course she felt dissatisfied.
"Yeah, who doesn't want a free wife?" Situ Xiu said with a smile.
Huang Rong snorted coldly, expressing her dissatisfaction.
Situ Xiu said: "You don't understand. If this happened in another world, many men would go crazy and enter the ring even if they couldn't win."
"Why is this?" Huang Rong asked puzzled.
“Because it’s free.”
Situ Xiu smiled calmly and walked towards the lively martial arts competition and bride-picking stage.
"Free? Does marrying a wife cost money?" Huang Rong frowned and followed him.
To be honest, in ancient times, as long as you had a home, you could basically find a wife. The rich would give lavish gifts, and the poor could also get a wife. There were not as many rules as there are today.
The principle of a martial arts competition to win a bride is the same as throwing a bouquet of flowers. The winner will get married directly, have ceremony and enter the bridal chamber.
After Yang Tiexin finished speaking, the crowd began to talk, most of them pointing at the woman. Not long after, a fat old man flew up, and at the same time a bald monk also flew up, and the two stood on the stage.
"Hahaha." There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.
The fat man shouted angrily: "What are you laughing at? She is holding a martial arts competition to recruit a husband. I haven't even married yet, so how can I not compete?"
"England man, just forget it..." the monk said with a smile.
Just as the fat man was about to get angry, he heard a voice from the crowd:
"You two shameless fellows, one is over fifty years old, and the other is a bald monk. You are so shameless that you want to harm a young lady."
The two men glared at each other and took two steps back from the crowd. Then they saw a handsome young man walking out, followed by a beautiful girl.
"Why, am I wrong, old man, old monk?"
Situ Xiu smiled faintly, glanced at the crowd around him, and noticed a young man wearing mink fur. He looked honest and simple, like an honest man coming to the city.
"Young man, trouble comes from the mouth." The fat man threatened.
"Yeah, you might choke to death if you drink water." The monk sneered.
Facing the two's warnings, Huang Rong smiled and said, "I'd really like to see what kind of disaster can choke someone to death."
"I've already told you that everyone under 30 years old is here to sabotage us, aren't you two old bastards?"
Situ Xiu said sarcastically, then walked towards the honest young man, and under his gaze, he unexpectedly slapped him on the back.
When the honest young man saw Situ Xiu helping the girl on the stage, he thought he was a good person and never thought that this person would attack him. He was accidentally tricked and flew onto the arena.
"I think this guy is pretty good, he's an honest man, let him come on stage and compete, and knock you two old guys down."
Situ Xiu's mouth curled up slightly. If he guessed correctly, this honest boy was Guo Jing.
The honest young man laughed awkwardly and stood on the stage, not knowing what to do.
Actually saying they are not as good as this kid!?
The monk and the fat man glared at the honest young man, and without saying a word, they attacked with their fists, as if venting their dissatisfaction with Situ Xiu, and aimed their anger at the honest young man.
"I don't fight!"
A punch came towards him, and the honest young man quickly spoke and stepped back a few steps to avoid it.
"You have to fight me even if you don't want to." the monk shouted.
The two men attacked the honest young man from both sides, using fists and feet, both using external martial arts.
"The monk used the Shaolin Arhat Fist, the fat old man used the Five Elements Fist, and the young man..."
Looking at the three people competing on the stage, Huang Rong quickly analyzed the situation, but was interrupted before she could finish her words.
"The young man is using the martial arts of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan." Situ Xiu said lightly.
"They are just mediocre skills, boring." Huang Rong said disdainfully.
"Don't worry, there will be a good show to watch soon." Situ Xiu said with a smile.
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