Chapter 9 Martial Arts Competition to Recruit a Marriage

Chapter 9 Martial Arts Competition to Recruit a Marriage

Chapter 9 Martial Arts Competition to Recruit a Marriage
In the underworld, restaurants are indispensable.

And there is a Zuixianlou in every place of the underworld.

There is a subtle connection between these Zuixianlou. Some say they are hidden spies deployed by the Jinyiwei in the martial arts world, while others say the master behind them is the most powerful Prince Ning in Jiangnan.

There were many rumors, both true and false. Later, no one speculated and just regarded it as an ordinary restaurant where people ate, drank and talked.

Zuixianlou in Pingyang City has been open for more than 30 years. It serves strong liquor, delicious meat and a tall building.

The second floor.

There are four large tables in the middle and six small tables by the windows.

Seven or eight men dressed as court officials and escort leaders sat at eight square tables. They were all old acquaintances of each other. They usually lived far away from each other, but when they met again after a long separation, they talked and laughed freely.

"The Lin family is holding another martial arts competition to recruit a bride? I remember passing through Pingyang this spring..."

"Don't just talk about this year, wasn't it the same last summer?"

"That young lady from the Lin family, I think she's about twenty years old, right?"

"Hehe, it's nothing more than a trick to sell dog meat under the guise of selling mutton."

"Master Tiger, please keep your voice down. The Dragon Scale Society dominates Pingyang City. Things are different now, so don't cause trouble."

The rough man had unusually large hands, playing with a pair of iron gallbladders. He laughed and said, "What Lin Kun did was dishonorable, and you don't allow people to say it? I'm a real man who hunted black bears in the old forests of Northeast China. Why should I be afraid of a small snake?"

"Mr. Pi, you are too careful. Don't say that everything is fine. Even if something happens, I will protect you and fight your way out of Pingyang City. I believe that his dragon scales will not be able to hurt you or me at all."

Outside the window, a fighting arena was set up at the crossroads, hung with red and colorful silk.

There were several hundred people gathered in the audience, some were there to watch the fun, and some were armed, ready to compete on stage.

They were all young talents who had rushed here from surrounding prefectures and counties after hearing the news.

As everyone knows, Lin Kun has no children. Whoever can become the son-in-law of the Lin family will be the next leader of the Longlin Society.

To rise from the grassroots to the pinnacle of life is a fatal temptation for many people in the world who have no money and power.

A man who looked like a butler stepped onto the stage, bowed, and talked about irrelevant things, saying some irrelevant and superficial words, which made the gangsters below the stage so anxious that they wanted to rush up and beat him up. Only then did he get to the point.

"This year's martial arts competition will follow the same old rules. One person will defend the ring, and the challengers will take turns. The one who finally stands on the stage will be the winner, and can choose to marry my young lady, or worship my master as his godfather."

"Besides that, we want to express our gratitude to all the talented people who have come from afar, and to show our Longlin Club's willingness to recruit talented people."

"Those who can win three rounds in a row will receive ten taels of silver. Those who are willing to join the Longlin Society will be given a settlement fee of one hundred taels immediately."

"Those who can win six rounds in a row will receive 40 taels of silver. Those who are willing to join the Longlin Society will be given 400 taels of silver as a settlement fee immediately."

"Those who can win nine rounds in a row will receive 100 taels of silver. Those who are willing to join the Longlin Society will be given 1,000 taels of silver as a settlement fee immediately..."

The brave man in Zuixianlou walked to the window and looked down.

"The Lin family has come up with something new."

At this time, huge cheers erupted around the arena, almost overturning the Zuixianlou next to it. The diners on the first, second and third floors were curious and moved closer to the window to watch.

"Lin Kun's methods are dishonorable, but Miss Lin... this figure is indeed worthy of the title of the most beautiful woman in Pingyang City."

The waiter carried a wooden tray and walked to the small table by the window, where he put down two bowls of plain noodles, a plate of beef, and a pot of incense.

"My dear guests, please enjoy your meal. If you need anything else, please let me know."

The girl in the green dress said in a deep voice: "Thank you!"

The young man was looking out the window. The woman on the stage was wearing a goose yellow palace skirt with a half touch of snow-white. She had a gauze hat on her head. When she bent over to salute, even the wide skirt could not cover her perky body, which made him even more imaginative.

Below the ring, those martial arts men were like chickens with their blood pumped up, eager to get on stage and fight to the death to win the beauty. It would be best if they could enter the bridal chamber tonight and have a baby tomorrow.

"Interesting. The Dragon Scale Society knows how to divert the flow."

When Zhang Yu looked at the table, the dish of beef was gone.

"Didn't you order beef? Why is there an empty plate?"

"If you didn't move your chopsticks, I would have thought you were full."

“How can a girl eat so much?” Yue Lingshan lowered her head and ate noodles: “I’m still growing!”

Zhang Yu glanced at her with contempt: "You haven't gained any weight at all."

After eating and drinking, Zhang Yu rummaged through his purse and looked at Yue Lingshan.

"Miss Yue, have you finished your meal?"

"It's OK. The noodles are chewy, not worse than those in Guanzhong. But the beef is loose and sticky."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Do you have any loose change? Let's settle the bill first."

Yue Lingshan said confidently: "You know, Huashan Sect doesn't pay its disciples."

Zhang Yu said helplessly: "I don't have any money either."

Yue Lingshan was surprised and said, "You have no money. How dare you go to the restaurant to eat without money?"

"You used the money from your two Songshan brothers to do good deeds. I forgot about it for a moment."

"What about your own?"

"Why would a member of the Demon Cult carry silver with him when he travels around the world?"

The two were relatively speechless.

Zhang Yu looked towards the arena downstairs.

"Just sit here and don't move. I'll go get the silver."

In the arena.

A nine-foot-tall giant from Shandong, with a face as black as the bottom of a pot, has knocked down four opponents in a row.

This giant is named Fan Zhutian, and he is from Jiaodong.

At the age of eight, he was taller than his father. At the age of ten, his family was bankrupt and he was sent to a blacksmith shop as an apprentice, where he also bankrupted his master.

He wandered around the world, initially making a living by tilling the fields for others, and later helped in several fights between small sects. Gradually, he became famous in the border area between two provinces and was given the nickname "Little Giant Spirit God".

"Who else?"

He practices external martial arts, Iron Sand Fist, and is extremely powerful when fighting with bare hands. In addition, he has thick skin and full defense.
The giant looked at the woman in the red dress sitting on the embroidery building and laughed, "If no one else comes up on stage, Miss Lin will be mine."

It looks like the giant must weigh at least 300 pounds. Miss Lin is as delicate as a flower, how could she withstand the torture of this stupid creature?

The young men in the audience were anxious, waiting for someone to go on stage.

A figure walked onto the stage.

The young man was quite handsome, with phoenix eyes, string-like eyebrows, a tall body like jade, and a chic temperament.

But can he withstand two punches from the giant?
There were five or six people sitting on the embroidery building.

The man sitting in the middle was about fifty years old, wearing a silk robe, and had thick joints on his hands. He was none other than Lin Kun, the leader of the Dragon Scale Society. He was quite famous in Pingyang and was good at palm techniques. People in the martial arts world called him "Dragon Catcher".

"Mr. Zhong, what do you think of this man?"

"If you practice boxing without practicing Kung Fu, it will be nothing when you grow old. He has good physique, but unfortunately he didn't meet a famous teacher when he was young. He was greedy for speed and strength, and focused on practicing external Kung Fu. Maybe his fighting ability is not inferior to that of ordinary Dan Jin warriors now, but his life is over."

"Mr. Zhong is indeed a master of the Songshan School, with a keen eye." The man that Lin Kun tried hard to flatter was in his forties, wearing a red robe with a black belt around his waist.

Upon closer inspection, it was found that the belt was made of a python skin sheath with a soft sword hidden inside. When encountering an enemy, it would suddenly shake out in a mysterious and strange way.

He is none other than Zhong Zhen, the 'Nine-curved Sword', one of the Five Great Guardians of Mount Song.

"I have reached the age of knowing my destiny. I have been stuck in the Armor Breaking Stage for many years and have no hope of breaking through in this lifetime. I am just looking forward to finding a good son-in-law to inherit the Dragon Scale Association and give my daughter Youlan a good home. Over the years, I have not been able to find someone who meets her expectations, and instead, a lot of gossip has spread."

Zhong Zhen looked at Lin Youlan who was sitting on his left, his eyes fell on the ring, her face was a little pale, she was beautiful, but just like her name, too quiet and deserted, she couldn't be lively even in a red dress.

"Oh, I wonder if Miss Youlan wants to find a man like that?"

Lin Kun looked at Zhong Zhen, who was only seven or eight years younger than him, stroked his beard and smiled, "Youlan is very ambitious. She once said that she only wanted to marry a hero who was highly skilled in martial arts and came from a famous and upright family."

(End of this chapter)