The Yang family’s birthday banquet was the day after tomorrow, but the courtyard became quiet the next day and there was no longer the hustle and bustle of that evening.
Zhao Changhe was cramming very seriously, which was actually also a way for him to escape from the Shura field. It was better to temporarily think of the rejuvenation formula than to be overwhelmed by women.
But he also underestimated these women. Who wouldn't be the overlord of a place and put business first? Seeing that he was thinking about medical skills, the women didn't bother him.
Tang Wanzhuang was reading in her own yard, but no one knew whether she was really reading; Huangfu Qing claimed to be sleeping and drove away all the maids and servants arranged by the Yang family, but no one knew what she was really doing.
Cui Yuanyang went to the Wang family and mingled with them as a relative, smilingly.
Even though Wang Daozhong knew that this girl was nothing but a relative, and that she had the surname Zhao everywhere on her body... he couldn't openly drive her out, and he had to hold his nose and smile apologetically.
To be honest, what Wang Daozhong wanted to do most now was to run straight to Zhao Changhe's yard and chop him to pieces. Unfortunately, he was a distinguished guest invited by the Yang family, so he couldn't do anything rash. There was also Tang Wanzhuang guarding nearby, so he couldn't defeat him either.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Seeing this little rabbit that should be loved by everyone, Wang Daozhong lost his good temper. He simply disappeared and hid in the house reading a book.
The world was quiet for a day, until the evening of the next day, when Yang Jingxiu's birthday party arrived.
There are only a handful of people in this world who can heal the soul, and it can be said that there is no reliable one at all, so Tang Wanzhuang's illness has become an "incurable disease" that she even planned to give up.
From Tang Wanzhuang and Huangfu Qing's perspective, Zhao Changhe has a secret of rejuvenation. Although it is not known whether it will work, at least there is a chance.
But others don’t know this. According to the news, this guy just studied medicine with Tang Wanzhuang in Xiangyang a dozen days ago…
The reason why Zhao Changhe was invited to the banquet was purely because of his current status. Seeing that he is at the center of the storm, the Yang family should treat it with caution, or at least observe more of his interactions.
He was really invited to the birthday party, and it was never expected that he could also treat diseases.
In fact, even how to arrange Zhao Changhe's seat at the banquet was a headache - due to his status, he should sit in the hall for dignitaries, or in a high position, with Huangfu Qing. However, this arrangement could not be made without making his identity public.
With his normal status, he could only be placed in the outer hall of martial arts masters, separated from the dignitaries. Although his ranking on the list of others was good, it was not enough to be at the top. I wonder if he would have any objection to being placed below other martial arts masters...
Yang Bugui carefully led Zhao Changhe to the outer hall. He stole a glance at him and saw that he was smiling but showing no reaction, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Zhao, please don't think I am being rude."
Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "It's very comfortable to drink and eat outside. Who has the patience to pretend inside? There's no need to worry about my seat. I can just squeeze into a table with the young people and feel more comfortable."
Yang Bugui smiled and said, "It's Brother Zhao's temper... I remember back in Langya, when Brother Zhao and Situ Xiaoyin drank together. To be honest, we were also impulsive at that time. Men's heroic spirit should be like this."
"Why do you keep praising me... Situ didn't come?"
"I can't find him. I don't know where he went to train. But there is a representative from the Shenhuang Sect. Here, that's the one..." Yang Bugui signaled with his eyes to the mighty middle-aged man at the top of the hall: "Elder Shi of the Shenhuang Sect, ranked 30th on the Earth Ranking."
“Shenhuang Sect is indeed the strongest sect in the world.” Zhao Changhe took a look and wondered in his mind whether he could drag Shenhuang Sect into the fight against Maitreya… As for the Yang family’s treatment, Shenhuang Sect probably couldn’t do anything about it, because Shenhuang Sect’s bodybuilding had always been a weak point in the soul.
He casually said, "Hmm... I told you the other day that you would discuss this with your father. What was the result of the discussion?"
"Well, Brother Zhao, we do have some problems at home. We are very grateful that you are willing to help us, but we can't help you with this matter. We appreciate your kindness." Yang Bugui lowered his voice: "Just based on your kindness, my father will definitely participate in the Maitreya battle. Just arrange a time."
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Okay. Go and tell someone else to go and don't stay here with me all the time."
Yang Bugui apologized and left. Zhao Changhe did not join Elder Shi's table, but found a table with a group of young people to mingle with. No one else noticed him, as they all looked through the skylight at the inner hall, where Huangfu Qing was dressed in a gorgeous outfit at the VIP table, and Tang Wanzhuang, who was sitting below her with a frosty face.
The saying "spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums each have their own merits" is simply not enough to describe this scene.
Why can Lan and Ju compare with these two!
It was simply God's creation, carving two of the most perfect wonders and putting them together.
"I once heard people say that ten years ago, two beauties in the capital competed with each other, which was a rare sight in the capital... I thought that the predecessors exaggerated, but how could it be so exaggerated? They are just two women, and they are not the kind of people who would compete with others for beauty. At most, they would make a few sarcastic remarks to each other. How could it be said that they competed for beauty... Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know that what others said is true."
"Yeah, they don't need to say anything. Just sitting there, I'm afraid those who argue about who is prettier will beat their brains out."
"So who is beautiful?"
"I think the first one is beautiful. The elegance of the clear water is slightly inferior to that of the imperial concubine."
"I think the imperial concubine is beautiful! That woman's charm is breathtaking at first sight, and you little kid don't understand shit!"
"The first one is beautiful!"
"The concubine is beautiful!"
Someone said weakly: "No, didn't you see Cui Yuanyang below them? She's so cute, so delicate and beautiful..."
The two people who were arguing looked down at the same time: "The virgin should go to the table with the dog!"
Zhao Changhe: “…”
"It's time to vote!" Someone came to Zhao Changhe with a piece of paper and said, "Brother, who are you voting for?" Zhao Changhe took a look and saw that Tang Wanzhuang had four votes, Huangfu Qing had four votes, and Cui Yuanyang had one vote.
"Single choice or multiple choice?" Zhao Changhe asked.
Everyone was amazed: "Do you want to choose more?"
"No restrictions, right?" Zhao Changhe picked up the pen and ticked all three: "I want them all."
Why do you have such clear aesthetic distinctions, and why do you choose to answer questions like that
No matter who is beautiful, it’s none of your business. What does it have to do with you
Everyone looked at him strangely: "What is your name, brother?"
"Hey, how do you know my name is Gao Daming?"
"… "
Zhao Changhe chatted with the young warriors and ate the sumptuous dishes. In fact, his mind had already been put into the main hall. The advantage of being in the outer hall is that it doesn't have to be as serious as in the main hall. The whole process of celebrating the birthday can make people feel numb all over and needles in their buttocks. Tang Wanzhuang and Huangfu Qing are used to sitting still, so I don't know why Yangyang, who is so lively, can endure it.
After the long and boring birthday celebration, the family members came in one by one to perform martial arts tests and compete in pairs.
At the same time, it is also a way for the Yang family to declare to outsiders the strength of their own children, and also to make the best ones famous.
Seeing the young men of the Yang family fighting, it barely felt like the world of martial arts. What were those long and smelly things just now...
“Although there are few top talents… the younger generation of the Yang family is actually not bad.” Someone whispered, “Yang Bugui took advantage of the opportunity of the previous batch to enter the list, and now he is the third potential dragon. Wherever he goes, people look up to him. That’s not all. There are several potential dragons in each branch of the Yang family with a score of 180, 220, or 230. Although they are all relatively low, the total number is actually more than King Cui.”
Zhao Changhe watched the martial arts competition in the hall and thought to himself that the Yang family members generally seemed to be quite capable. In fact, even Yang Qianyuan's level was very high. He had entered Kunlun alone and almost took advantage of the popularity to become the leader of the Money Gang.
From this competition alone, we can see that the basic skills of the Yang family are quite solid. It may be related to the nature of the Yang family's martial arts, which are profound and resolute... It may also be related to the decline of the Yang family. The children have a sense of crisis and are more motivated. This is better than the old Cui family. Take Cui Yuanyang for example. What was he like before I met him? He was lazy and didn't seem to want to practice martial arts...
Someone else said, "Brother, your comments are so sophisticated that people who don't know you would think you are some famous writer..."
The man coughed twice and sighed, "It has slipped down the list recently... I'm ashamed."
People were in awe: "You are a famous master on the Hidden Dragon List? I am so sorry. I wonder if you are..."
"It used to be 212th. Recently, Xue Shura entered the list, so he should have moved up one place, but ended up dropping to 213th." The man sighed, but he couldn't hide the pride in his eyes: "But it just so happens that Miss Cui also ranked this position before, so it's destined for us."
Zhao Changhe spat out a mouthful of wine with a "puff".
The man glanced over and said, "This tall and famous brother..."
Zhao Changhe waved his hand: "I'm ashamed. My ranking has also dropped. I was originally ranked first, but now I'm ranked 44th."
This doesn't sound like the Hidden Dragon Ranking, it feels like the ranking within one's own sect. The man said unhappily: "I'm talking about the Chaotic World Ranking."
"What a coincidence, that's what I said."
"???"
The Yang family's birthday competition just happened to end at this time. Yang Jingxiu was very satisfied and said with a smile: "Buxiu is only fifteen years old, but he has already reached the fourth level of Xuanguan. His swordsmanship is rigorous and his understanding is quite deep. He is truly a talented person in our family. I will grant him three days to meditate by the Lianshan Sword."
The young man was overjoyed: "Thank you, uncle."
The Lianshan Sword has lost its power, yet Old Yang is still allowed to gain enlightenment by the Lianshan Sword. It is not easy for him to create the appearance that the sword is intact.
Wang Daozhong stroked his beard and said, "There are so many talented children in the Yang family... Brother Yang, we have had competitions with guests in previous years. Do you have any idea of doing so this year?"
This is indeed common, but not always. It depends on what the master thinks. Yang Jingxiu said, "Brother Wang, do you want your disciples to learn from us?"
Wang Daozhong smiled and said, "I just wanted to exchange some ideas with the guests... There aren't many opportunities for masters to get together, so this is a good opportunity."
Yang Jingxiu smiled and said, "Who do you want to spar with, brother? With your strength, do you want to spar with Elder Shi?"
Wang Daozhong waved his hand: "Of course it's not me... My retainer is ranked 45th on the Human Rankings, and 44th happens to be here. He admires me but is not convinced, so he wants to challenge me. Is that a good thing?"
Everyone at Zhao Changhe's table watched helplessly as a man holding a sword walked up to them and bowed to "Gao Daming": "No. 45 on the Human Ranking, Thunder Sword Ding Ting, please give me some advice, Blood Shura."
A table of young people looked at Zhao Changhe, who was gnawing on a chicken leg with great pleasure, with twitching expressions.
You really dropped from first to forty-fourth... How could Zhao Changhe, the Blood Shura, be like a vagrant, sitting at a table in the corner of the outer hall, happily chewing chicken legs with a mouth full of oil, and voting for a beauty pageant with everyone...
Cui Yuanyang is his fiancée. Fortunately, everyone just praised her for being beautiful and cute, and no one said anything disrespectful.
Wait a minute... What do you mean by "All"
(End of this chapter)