Fang Xie could tell that these people had different personalities, ranging from arrogant to lazy, and Chungu was undoubtedly their backbone. This is a somewhat deformed structure but it seems to be extremely stable. She is married to a butcher, and she is not beautiful, has a bad body, and has terrible skin, but it seems that in the eyes of the other nine people, she is a unique goddess.
After a moment of silence, Fang Jie suddenly understood.
These nine men may be very powerful, but no one is convinced. They may have fought countless times individually, but they couldn't come up with one that convinced everyone else. Therefore, the only woman, Chungu, became the only choice, and this woman must have something extraordinary.
Can make the other nine people headed by her.
"Vegetable farmer, go and try."
Chungu pointed to Fang Jie and said: "Don't be too rude, no matter whether he is the real prince's heir or not, he is a guest brought by Lame Lord after all. Please stop as soon as possible, don't hurt anyone."
"why me?"
The vegetable farmer was startled, and asked, pointing to the tip of his nose.
"I just said that you are not as good as my butcher."
Aunt Chun snorted coldly.
The butcher smiled, took a step forward and said in a rough voice: "Then I'll do it, the hands and feet of the vegetable growers are weak, and all their strength is spent on digging the cellar to store Chinese cabbage. Fighting? It's not that he's scared, he just forgot all his abilities."
"Go aside!"
The vegetable farmer dodged to stop the butcher, snorted and said, "Even if I forget 70% of my skills, you stupid butcher is no match. Go, go, get out of the way!"
The butcher let out an oh and really stepped aside. Aunt Chun smiled, that expression was obviously that who said my butcher was stupid
The vegetable farmer walked up to Fang Jie, hesitated for a while, and then asked earnestly, "Your Highness has three unique skills, the sword in the left hand and the saber in the right, and I don't know what it is. In short, it is the three unique skills. Do you know it?"
Fang Jie also answered seriously: "Really not."
The vegetable grower let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Then I can rest assured."
Fang Jie couldn't hold back his laughter, and the others laughed even more. The awe-inspiring atmosphere of a good competition was completely changed by the vegetable farmer's words.
"Be careful!"
The vegetable farmer yelled, and then suddenly disappeared. Fang Jie's heart trembled, and he secretly said a quick lightness kung fu. This person's qinggong seems to be still higher than that of a big dog, and his figure disappeared without a trace. Fang Jie took half a step backwards with his left leg, stood up with his feet patched, and then he was fully alert.
"Be careful behind you!"
The voice came from behind Fang Xie. Obviously, the vegetable farmer didn't want to hurt Fang Xie, and reminded him before making a move, but...he really underestimated Fang Xie. After he yelled this, he didn't expect that Fang Jie didn't look back at all, but pushed forward with both hands side by side, using a quarter of his strength.
With a bang, his palms collided with a fist. Immediately afterwards, an exclamation came from in front of him, and when he looked again, the vegetable farmer had already turned over and fell to the ground. Apparently he didn't expect that Fang Jie wasn't fooled, the pain in his wrist forced him to face this young opponent squarely. He had really deliberately teased Fang Jie before, and after shouting caution behind Fang Jie's back, he immediately turned to Fang Jie's body. He wanted to punch Fang Jie in the chest and let the boy know what it means to be someone other than someone else. .
Unfortunately, he did not escape Fang Jie's calculations.
"You're fast."
Fang Jie smiled and said: "But your fists are weak and weak, and you specialize in martial arts. Your skills are all in your body skills. Once someone sees it through, you have no chance of winning."
"Not seen!"
The vegetable farmer snorted coldly, as if Fang Jie had provoked his anger. The figure disappeared again, so how could Fang Xie be reminded this time. When Fang Jie concentrated on his guard, the vegetable farmer had already appeared above his head. Just when the vegetable farmer was about to step on Fang Jie's head, Fang Jie suddenly took a wrong step backwards. He reached out and just grabbed the vegetable farmer's ankle, and then fell to the ground.
With a bang, the vegetable farmer fell in a terrible embarrassment.
"Cough cough cough..."
He rubbed his chest, and when he stood up, his expression was a little strange.
"Don't get close to me, it's best to rely on the power of cultivation to attack from a distance."
Fang Jie smiled, stretched out a hand to clean up please.
But the vegetable farmer shook his head and said: "I won't come, I will admit it. I am the weakest one, and fighting is not my strong point. I am responsible for inquiring about the news and monitoring the enemy's situation. He can really fight. You guys, come whoever you like, although this kid didn't move much, but I can tell that his speed is not necessarily slower than mine!"
It is open and aboveboard for him to admit defeat.
Standing behind the crowd, Liba took a few steps forward, looked at Fang Jie and said, "I'm coming! You said not to get close to you, but I don't believe that if I get close to you, I won't be able to beat you."
He took a sudden step forward, and punched Fang Jie hard in the chest. There was a whistling wind in this punch, but it was obvious that he didn't use the strength of his cultivation. The corner of Fang Jie's mouth twitched, and he punched Liba's fist with his right fist. Compared with Liba's fist, his fist was obviously one size smaller, but when the two fists collided together, the result was beyond everyone's expectations.
Liba is the most physically fit among the ten, and his strength is naturally his strength.
He didn't use the power of cultivation, in fact, it was because he couldn't cultivate. His two arms are full of strength, which is a natural physique. It is Liba's pride to be able to lift a thousand catties without being able to cultivate, but who can beat Fang Jie when it comes to physical fitness
The two fists collided, and after a bang, Liba's arm bent backwards and couldn't resist Fang Jie's fist. Immediately after Fang Jie stepped forward, his shoulder bumped against Liba's hard chest. The tall and burly Liba immediately flew backwards and smashed a wooden table with a plop.
Chun Gu's eyes froze, and she exclaimed in a low voice: "What kind of physique is this?!"
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The old cripple finished eating the wontons, and even drank the soup. He wiped his lips and smiled and said, "Actually, there is no need to continue the fight. Even if you fight one by one, only Chungu may be able to match him. Your strengths are not in this kind of fighting alone. Could it be that If you don’t cooperate for a year, you forget what your strongest ability is? Before the prince brought you into the palace, he trained you for half a year. Just like the 382 people who entered the palace, your strongest is the ten-man team cooperation."
The old cripple's tone was slightly sarcasm: "Could it be that you have given up on yourself all these years, and you are really convinced by those who entered the palace? Their weapons and armors were also given to you by the lord according to the regulations. Let me guess... Could it be that you Sold it for silver?"
"fart!"
The fortune teller said angrily, "We never dare to forget what the lord said at the beginning. Otherwise, why haven't we left Chang'an City for so many years? The lord said back then that he was going out to do some business and asked us to guard the Taiji Palace for him to guard His Majesty. The lord was kind and righteous at the beginning, so we naturally promised a thousand dollars, and we will not regret it if we agree to the lord! As for you saying that we are not as good as the 382 people who entered the palace, if you have the ability to let them come out and try again?"
"Do you think that in the past twelve years, we have really become butchers, vegetable farmers, and fortune tellers?"
After hearing this sentence, Fang Jie was silent for a while and suddenly said to the old lame man, "Let's go."
The old cripple was startled: "Why?"
Fang Jie said seriously: "I have no right to ask them to leave Chang'an to help me. Master asked them to guard Chang'an City, and they did. If they leave Chang'an for my affairs, they will break their promise to Master. I don't want to let They broke their promise, and they couldn't figure out why I could ask them to help me."
The old cripple hesitated for a while and said, "Well, anyway, I found him for you. Of course I don't care if you need it or not. Let's go if we want to."
He stood up with the wine gourd in his hand, walked to Fang Jie's side and prepared to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Chungu suddenly called them to stop, and chased after the old cripple and asked the old cripple, "Master cripple, there are not many people who have known that the lord has arranged for us to guard the Tai Chi Palace all these years, and you are the only one who often communicates with us. In fact, since you brought him here , we believed it six to seven percent. But you also know that the prince is no longer here, so we have to be more cautious. If we are not careful, we may become thorns in the eyes of others. People in the palace may not be able to tolerate us. Other forces naturally want us to join the gang, if we don't agree, it's hard to guarantee that it won't be a river of blood."
"Master is still here."
Fang Jie turned around, looked at Aunt Chun and said word by word: "Master is now on the prairie, and more than a year ago, Master went west for the second time, although there is no news, but I firmly believe that he will not die. On the prairie, on the snow mountain, no one can touch him."
"The prince is still there?"
Chun Gu was startled, with a sad expression on her face: "We always thought that the prince is gone."
"I am here, so the master is naturally here. I am not a fake, although the name is not worthy of the name."
Fang Jie smiled and said, "Don't worry, I firmly believe that he will return to Chang'an City."
"What do you want us to do for you?"
Aunt Chun asked.
Fang Xie was silent for a while and then replied: "Go to Jiangnan to protect a woman. Her father is Wu Yidao, the richest man in the Sui Dynasty. You should have heard of this man."
Chungu walked back and sat down silently, then turned her head and glanced at everyone: "What do you mean?"
The fortune teller smiled and said: "You have made up your mind about everything for so many years, so naturally you have the final say. If you think this young man is really the heir of the prince, we will naturally listen to him. Let us do things as the heir of the prince , this is not a violation of the prince's explanation. But... think it over carefully, if you agree, our ten years of peaceful life... will be gone. "
Everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little cold.
"Who wants to live the life now!"
With a bang, the butcher smashed the chopping board with his fist and said, "My lord asked us to guard the Tai Chi Palace and guard the emperor. It's been almost twelve years. What have we done? Those who kill pigs kill pigs, those who sell vegetables sell vegetables, Is this life really safe and comfortable? Fang Jie, tell us, is what we are going to do against the prince’s desire to let us protect the emperor? Or... can you take us to find the prince? "
Fang Jie didn't speak for a long time, then shook his head: "I will go to the prairie, but I don't know when."
Chun Gu stood up suddenly: "The emperor actually doesn't need us, right?"
"maybe."
Fang Jie cannot answer this question.
"With all the skills, who would like to live here?"
Aunt Chun looked back at them and said, "When you wanted to leave before, I was the one who stopped you. Because I didn't want us to separate, and I didn't want you to become knives in other people's hands, and eventually die without a place to bury you. But now, Fang Jie is here, if we have to find another home, maybe... there is no one more suitable than him."
"Is there any wine to drink?"
She asked Fang Jie.
"have."
"Is there meat to eat?"
"have."
"Is there any money to take?"
"have."
"what else?"
she asked.
Fang Jie pointed to himself: "A friend."
Chun Gu smiled, and then said loudly, "It's done!"
Liba turned and left, smashing the cook's stove with a punch. Another punch made a big hole, and a package was pulled out from it. He looked at it and gently put it aside. He leaned over again and took out the second package. Others walked over to help him dig out the things hidden under the stove.
Ten parcels, ten long boxes.
The old cripple laughed, as if he was a little proud: "Mingguang Armor, Damo Dao...the service camp outside the palace, see the light of day again."