When the wild man dies, the man dies before his sword can be used to cut him off, because the opponent's firearm is faster.
He died in front of everyone's surprised eyes.
firearm!
It's a firearm!
Only then did everyone realize that the lame man, who had no martial arts skills, had easily taken the life of a man in the world with a firearm.
He's faster and more deadly.
The effective attack range of the long sword is within one foot. As long as it does not enter the one foot range of the sword's hand, it can avoid being attacked.
No matter how fast the opponent's knife is.
However, if it is a firearm, what is its attack range?
How fast do you need to be to avoid being attacked by a sharpshooter?
Just when everyone was shocked, Zaha had already quickly loaded the musket. He raised the gun and looked at the remaining wild man warily.
At this moment, the wild man didn't know what to do.
He neither drew the sword nor retreated. He stood there, his cheeks turning red from suppressing his anger.
Just don’t know what to do?
If he had heard of raising his hands in surrender, he might slowly raise his hands because he had missed the best opportunity to attack.
The venue fell into silence for a moment.
Not long after, several handymen rushed in and ran over to clean up the corpse, immediately alleviating the embarrassment of the wild man.
The wild man took this opportunity and left in a hurry.
Zaha saw this and looked around.
Finding that no one came up to provoke him again, the boys continued to ask for rewards from the guests.
Not long after, the hall returned to its previous appearance.
However, it doesn't feel any more weird.
After the boys finished asking for the reward money, there were fewer guests in the hall, but they were still full.
They will all be lucky enough to hear the voice of Miss Ruyue.
Seeing this, Lord Turtle bowed to everyone on the first floor and said, "Everyone, officials, please eat well and have fun. Next, Miss Ruyue will talk to everyone."
After Mr. Turtle finished speaking, he retreated under the disgusted eyes of everyone.
Then, the guests, who had spent a lot of money to finally hear the beauty speak, all focused their attention on Ruyue's figure.
Kisaragi spoke.
Her voice seemed to be a little trembling and a little excited, and she said slowly: "Dear officials, Ruyue is lucky enough to be favored by everyone, and I often feel ashamed secretly. It's not that the little girl doesn't want to see people, but she is really ugly in appearance.
It hinders the elegance of all officials and loses the hope of all officials."
"The sage said that if you don't learn poetry, you won't be able to speak. Although the little girl is not talented, she still loves poetry, lyrics, and music. Therefore, if the official and the little girl have learned what they should, they are willing to have a drink with him and discuss elegant topics together.
This is also the joy of life!"
"If you officials will not give up, I would like to ask you for poetry."
The words were spoken slowly in Ruyue's mouth. Although they were polite words, some guests had heard them many times.
Maybe after hearing Ruyue's voice, everyone felt it was worth it.
This sound is really better than the call of an oriole, it is gentle, clear, sultry, and has a hint of charm.
Some guests have already started to have wild imaginations.
Although, Ruyue is not called Fei Fei.
Among these people, Zhao Xiaole was naturally not included. Just by listening to Ru Yue's voice, he knew where the familiarity came from.
He knew Ruyue's identity.
This voice is really too familiar.
However, what he didn't expect was that Ruyue had such an identity.
Inevitably, he became even more angry.
I watched people from all walks of life take out their own poor verses and sing them to Ru Yue on the second floor.
Zhao Xiaole had a sneer on his face.
Wait, he's going to make a big move.
"There are countless beauties, whose beauty arouses admiration..."
"Thousands of mountains and rivers are not afraid of the distance, just to catch a glimpse of a beautiful woman..."
"..."
There are many poems.
Most of the poems recited by many Jianghu people can be called poor. Of course, it is impossible for them to write excellent poems.
If they had this skill, they would practice martial arts.
Where do you spend time reading?
There are also some poems written that make people laugh or cry. I don’t know where they got the courage to write such sentences.
It inevitably attracted a burst of ridicule.
Where there is bad, there will be good. Some people in the world are well aware of their own level, so they ask some rural gentlemen to ghostwrite and write some quite eye-catching words.
Of course, they are not the ones who judge the quality.
But it's the girl Ruyue upstairs.
After someone reads out a poem, if he writes it well, he will naturally win the favor of Girl Ruyue.
At that time, she would play the piano.
Therefore, when the people in the hall read out their poems one by one, they immediately raised their heads and looked towards the second floor.
If there is no sound of the piano, the boy downstairs will ring the gong and invite the next person to sing.
And those who did not receive recognition naturally looked depressed, dejected, or even extremely depressed.
Many people were so angry that they even left on the spot.
Of course, more people took the girls beside them to the room upstairs to relieve their worries.
They lost the chance to see Miss Kisaragi.
And those who heard the sound of the piano were all happy because they had passed the first round.
After a competition in the second round, it will soon be determined who will win the opportunity to meet Miss Kisaragi.
Soon, it was Zhao Xiaole's turn.
Zhao Xiaole asked the girl beside him to write down a poem a long time ago.
Just let her read it.
The two girls glanced at him and asked, "Master, do you really want to read this poem?"
"Read it."
Zhao Xiaole nodded.
The girl had no choice but to pick up the paper and start reading. As soon as she read it, she immediately attracted strange looks from the entire hall.
"Yongxue."
"The country and the country are all the same, there are big holes in the well, yellow dogs are white on their bodies, and white dogs are swollen on their bodies."
After the girl finished reading, she also knew that there was something wrong with the poem. Looking at the incredible looks from everyone, she had to sit down in embarrassment.
Damn it.
Shameful.
It's so embarrassing.
Although she also knows that this young man can't think of any good poems, you can just copy some nouns and ancient sentences, that's fine!
How could you come up with such a nondescript poem?
Don't mention how weird other people's eyes are.
Some people thought that since all the young master’s servants were armed with muskets, their status and background must not be simple.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a straw bag.
How could Miss Ruyue play the piano for him?
Zhao Xiaole didn't care at all, because he knew that the sound of the piano would definitely sound, and not only did he recognize the other party.
The other party must have recognized him too.
Sure enough, just after Zhao Xiaole finished reading his poem, after just waiting for a moment, the sound of the piano rang on the second floor.
Not only did it ring, but it also sounded crisply and cleanly, without any hint of sloppiness. Zhao Xiaole passed this round.
At this time, everyone in the hall was stunned.
Everyone knows that this poem is nonsense, so why bother playing the piano?