"That's not necessarily true. I think you are not just an ordinary Qi training master, because you should be a capable person. It's really enviable." The man looked at Rong Que carefully before he said a little enviously.
Rong Que frowned slightly, and he could tell that he was a capable person. It seemed that this person was not simple either. After drinking a glass of wine, he asked: "I don't know what you call him. Are you here to participate in this martial arts meeting?"
"I've been rude for so long. My name is Song Cai. Of course, I'm here to participate in this martial arts meeting. I think you should know my younger brother. His name is Song Zhong. He should have some connection with Rong Que." After hearing Rong Que's question, the man smiled slightly, rubbed his index finger against his chin, and looked at Rong Que strangely.
"Song Zhong? Yuanyuan?" Rong Que was stunned at first, searched in his mind for a moment, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and his expression also became strange.
Isn’t Song Zhong the rich young master I met last time in the Qingmu Sect? The Song family business group, the top three in the world, and he even knocked a big snatch with a broken sword. When he thought of this, Rong Que looked at Song Cai again, as if the other party was here to collect debts.
"So it's the young master of the Song family business group. I think you know about your brother's affairs too. I didn't expect that a world-class business group would appear in this small teahouse. Moreover, dressed so simply, is you experiencing life?" Rong Que looked up and down at the Song Cai and asked in confusion.
Then Song Cai seemed to have known Rong Que's reaction for a long time, and did not seem too embarrassed. He just smiled and said, "I know my brother's temper, and tens of millions are not a big sum of money. You don't have to worry about why I dress like this. In fact, I am not very interested in those wealth and wealth. Instead, the life of a warrior hunter seems to be more suitable for me."
When Song Cai spoke like this, Rong Que felt that the gap between him and the rich was not even taken seriously by tens of millions, and his value was only tens of millions. He felt sad when he thought about it.
Just as Rong Que was struggling with this, Song Cai spoke again and said, "Brother Rong Que, I wonder if you are confident that you will win the first championship when you participate in this martial arts meeting this time?"
"I dare not guarantee this. After all, there are still many strong people among the people who come this time. For example, you, I am a little person who is not even at the peak of the spiritual master, and I dare not make a conclusion." Rong Que waved his hand helplessly. Of course, this is not his modesty. If he had the confidence to get first just now, and if the strong Spirit King would really appear in the martial arts meeting like a message in a teahouse, it would not be certain.
Although Rong Que had the strength to compete with the characters who had just entered the realm of the Spirit King at this time, the gap in the realm was not so easy to cross. Even if Rong Que could compete with the Spirit King for a short time, if it took a long time, it would definitely be suppressed, let alone victory.
Thinking of this, Rong Que sighed inwardly and said unconsciously: "It seems that you have to use all your strength. The ability of the Ten Directions can be at least eight kinds. In this way, you will not be too careful. Although there are not many people with gossip abilities on this continent, there are still some, and the Ten Directions are different."
"Brother Rongque, I heard that there may be a strong Spirit King at this martial arts meeting. It seems that you and I have to do all our strength. Otherwise, let alone the first championship, I may not even get the ranking."
"Didn't Brother Song Cai put Ronghua down? But why do you still like the ranking of this competition so much?" Rong Que frowned slightly.
"You don't know anything about this. For a warrior, money is something outside of his body. No matter how much money you save, it may not be useful. You may be beaten to death by a claw when you surround the monster the next day. Therefore, having fun in time is the main thing, and the most important thing for a warrior is honor!" Song Cai seemed to have forgotten his world-class business group background and completely integrated into the role of a warrior.
Rong Que nodded. He also knew that the ranks of warriors lived a life of blood licking from a knife. One day they might die of the mouth of monsters and become a lump of nutrients in the mountains. Therefore, every restaurant gathers a lot of warriors to drink and have fun at night. Some say that they live a hard life, but some say that this is the real life. There is no need to worry too much, just fight for their current situation.
"Young Master Song Cai is indeed different from others. With a background like you, I don't know how many people want to pray to God and Buddha, but you are willing to let go of these and be an ordinary warrior hunter. I admire this courage." Rong Que looked at Song Cai with a smile and hugged him and clasped his fists.
"Where are, I think the Rong Que brothers also carry the fate of ordinary people that are unknown to us. Otherwise, I would not think that we are so destined to be so destined. Some people are always troubled by the worldly eyes and cannot see the most precious things around them. They will only want to save them when they lose them, but they are too lazy to make up for it." Taking a deep breath, the conversation between the two seemed to be like those old demons who have been practicing in the mountains for hundreds or thousands of years discussing life.
Time passed slowly, and before they knew it, they were approaching the registration time for the martial arts meeting. Then the two of them got up and walked towards the Beidou family.
"Brother Rongque, I'm very happy to be able to talk to you. The martial arts meeting is about to begin. I think if you and I meet each other, I will do my best." Song Cai turned around and looked at Rongque, smiled slightly, and spoke.
"I will definitely work hard to win this first championship, so we will definitely match it. At that time, we will rely on our abilities." The two looked at each other and understood each other's position, one for honor and the other for strength.
After entering the square built by Beidoujia for this martial arts meeting, the two separated and walked in different directions.
After finding a registration office, Rong Que lined up with the elders and then got his own number card. With this number card, he could participate in the first competition of the Beidoujia martial arts competition.
The number plate in Rong Que's hand was actually No. 318. That means, at least more than 300 people participated in this martial arts competition, and the number of people was still increasing. Of course, the competition for so many people would not be a ring match. If that were the case, it would have to be compared to the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month. Therefore, this first competition was a melee between multiple people. A big battle began on the periphery of the Yaofeng Mountains under the jurisdiction of the Beidou family. This is the best way to defeat the weak and leave those who are truly capable of competing for rankings.
"A big fight, life and death are not the same, and it is also located in the evil demon peak mountain range. Isn't this obviously the low-level Qi training masters are going to die?" Rong Que frowned slightly. With his strength, if he acted outside the demon peak mountain range, he would certainly not be afraid of any monsters, but he could not guarantee that the high-level monsters inside the mountain would not suddenly appear. Rong Que had encountered this incident back then.
As he thought about it, Rong Que looked up at the distance, and suddenly, an extremely obvious murderous aura attacked him. When Rong Que turned around and looked, he saw the three-talented boy with a top ten grandfather, Xuezha.
I saw this Xuezha looking at Rong Que from the crowd not far away. The murderous aura was obviously about to be seen with his naked eyes. His expression was cold, as if Rong Que had owed him how much money.
Of course, Rong Que is not to be outdone. He is fighting for murderous aura. Who is afraid of whom? Rong Que's murderous aura is practicing before he started practicing his body and started practicing. How could he lose to his peers?
A flash of color flashed in his eyes, and peerless murderous intent swarmed out, instantly resisting the murderous aura of blood Zha, and constantly launching attacks, as if he was about to fight again.
The duel between these two murderous auras has gradually affected some people nearby, and even their bodies unconsciously retreated, leaving a battlefield for Rong Que and Xuezha's murderous auras.
"There is no private fight at the registration office. Violators will be disqualified. I don't care what kind of background you have."
Just as the two of them were fighting with murderous aura, a cold voice came into their ears. It was the order maintenance personnel arranged by the Beidou family in the registration office. If anyone who disliked him and started fighting at the registration office, it would be embarrassing to them.
As the sound came, the two of them gradually withdrew their murderous aura. Xuezha also glanced at Rong Que fiercely, turned around and disappeared in the crowd, while Rong Que smiled slightly and disagreed.
Anyway, the big fight will not start in the afternoon, so Rong Que left the registration office, walked across the street, and came to the place where the bun shop last time was located. Unfortunately, there were no people here, and the restaurant next to him was doing a prosperous business.
He shook his head slightly. Rong Que knew that the old man who bought the bun was dead. Unexpectedly, it was not long before the retribution was done, and human power was ineffective. Even if Rong Que instilled wood-attribute spiritual power to the old man, it would only help him prolong his life. In that case, he might suffer some pain after death.
After sighing slightly, Rong Que seemed to understand something and said unconsciously: "If you want to escape from the mortal world, you must first enter the world. If you cannot understand the meaning of the mortal world first, then no matter how high the realm and strong the strength are, it will still be just a futile."
Turning around and leaving, thinking about the word "天" that suddenly appeared in my mind. Is "天" really just an ordinary meaning?
Walking on the street, Rong Que kept thinking about this matter and studying that word. In his consciousness, there was always a feeling that "ordinary" is not ordinary, and has many different meanings, but he was waiting for him to develop.
It was almost noon, and the mortal family had already started to have lunch. Rong Que happened to pass by the door of the family and inadvertently heard a conversation between a mother and a son.
"Mom, why do we have to eat rice?"
"Because everyone is eating rice, you have to eat it too."
"But why do I have to eat when everyone is eating?"
"Because although white rice has no taste, it is the basis of our human strength."
Hearing this, Rong Que suddenly stopped and looked up. He saw a little boy of five or six years old open his mouth reluctantly. There was a mother next to him, holding a wooden bowl and a small wooden spoon to feed a mouthful of white rice into the little boy's mouth.
"I think this is another meaning of ordinary things." Seeing this, Rong Que smiled, that kind of smile that solved the problem.