At this time, the expressions on everyone's faces were wonderful.
Really different faces.
No one could have imagined that Zhao Xiaole would come up with a bad limerick and make it to the end smoothly.
Who should I talk to to explain this matter?
If he really wins the chance to meet Miss Ruyue for the last time, should everyone slap him in the face?
For a moment, no one spoke.
After Zhao Xiaole finished reading the poem, it was the turn of the remaining two people. When they saw the current result, they also snorted dissatisfied.
There is an expression like knowing that fly droppings will fall on your head.
Later, they also took out their own poems.
Naturally, it was impossible to take out the masterpieces I had prepared earlier, so I randomly took out a poem to deal with it.
But the result didn't surprise them either.
When the first person finished reading the poem, it was obviously a poor piece of work, but Ru Yue still plucked the strings.
Wow.
The hall became agitated again.
At this moment, everyone immediately understood something.
That is, Honghualou seems to be causing trouble.
Logically speaking, if they planned to let Zhao Xiaole win, they would not play the piano to the remaining two people.
Now it seems that Honghualou has the intention of fighting.
Sure enough, after guessing this meaning, the last hero sneered and recited his own poem.
It’s also a piece I found at random.
Because he knew that he could probably hear the sound of the piano.
If you can't hear it, it's useless for him to come up with timeless sayings, because he will definitely be the one eliminated.
Sure enough, the sound of the piano sounded again.
There is no winner among the three.
The fight begins.
The weapons in the field started to vibrate one after another.
A look of excitement appeared on almost everyone's face.
Now, they who had lost the opportunity also have the chance to meet the beauty again.
It seems that pushing Zhao Xiaole out is the right thing to do!
At the very least, if he hadn't introduced this stupid young man, he would have completely angered Miss Ruyue and Honghualou.
How could a fight be allowed to happen?
Zhao Xiaole, who still didn't quite understand the scene in front of him, asked after watching it for a while:
"What does this mean?"
"All three have passed, shouldn't there be another round?"
The two women beside him lost their previous joy, glanced at him, and said: "Guanren, once the three of them are indifferent, it means they are equally talented, and a fight will be needed to decide the outcome..."
After she finished speaking, Zhao Xiaole understood instantly.
It turns out that when Honghualou does business with people in the world of martial arts, it is inevitable that the level of martial arts and status in the world of martial arts must be taken into consideration.
Therefore, fighting is an important factor in determining victory or defeat.
At present, it is still based on the literary fight, but also adds the link of martial arts. Logically speaking, Jianghu people generally do not stick to trivial matters.
If you want to marry a daughter, you will find ways to compete with others to recruit a bride.
There has never been a literary fight.
Even a beggar with a strange appearance can marry someone else's beautiful girl if he wins the contest.
It's simply unethical.
Honghualou's civilized and martial arts fighting methods are much more civilized. Those who don't like Ruyue can be eliminated in advance.
It also avoids having a weird person sitting across from you while you are drinking and talking.
Zhao Xiaole also secretly regretted it.
Who told him not to know the rules?
He only knew that Ruyue did not dare to eliminate him, but he did not expect that there was such a rule.
I wish I could have produced some good poems.
Isn’t this just putting yourself in trouble?
But it didn’t matter, since he was just about to try his skills anyway, Zhao Xiaole asked again:
"What are the rules of martial arts?"
I didn't know the rules just now and I got myself into a trap.
For now, it’s better to listen first.
The two girls began to tell him, "The masters below will choose one person to challenge."
"If you can win, you will replace the original winner. Finally, the three of you will have a showdown. The winner will naturally get the opportunity to meet Ruyue."
When she said the word "Ruyue", there was a strong sour taste in the girl's mouth.
Obviously, which brothel girl wouldn’t envy the fact that she doesn’t have to sell her body and is still so popular?
Of course, only a woman like Ruhua can enjoy it.
The fight began.
Everyone in the hall began to look at each other and weigh each other's strength.
From time to time, guests would ask each other to fight.
There are also guests who are acquaintances, and they just gave up the spot by handing over their hands.
Some guests sat still from the beginning.
Obviously, they had no intention of participating in the competition from the beginning. They knew that their strength was not enough, so why bother to humiliate themselves?
This does not mean that their strength is too weak. On the contrary, he recognized the masters in the field and took the initiative to retreat.
On the contrary, those who had dark eyes and knew no one had the aura of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers and wanted to win this opportunity on the field.
In the end, a total of more than a dozen martial arts players have stood up, and they will sort out the top three and get the chance to challenge Zhao Xiaole and the other three.
The three of them, Zhao Xiaole, passed several rounds of fighting in succession, so they also had a certain advantage.
I am tired of being beaten and beaten by others.
They can sit back and enjoy the results.
After the challenge, the winner continues to go down. In this way, there are still three people left, and the three of them will compete again.
The person who wins in the end will get the opportunity to meet Miss Ruyue.
All the guests took their seats one after another, and a dozen busboys came in, removed the fruits and flower clusters from the dance floor in the hall, and changed it into a temporary arena.
The dance floor was quickly cleared.
It is about two feet higher than the ground, and other guests can see clearly when they are sitting where they are.
The first person to go up was a brothel boy. He was holding a gong in his hand. After he came on stage, he knocked the gong vigorously.
After turning around and saluting everyone, he began to announce the rules.
"Everyone, officials, you all want to have a drink with Miss Ruyue, but there is only one Miss Ruyue."
"Therefore, we can only choose one person. For the sake of fairness, everyone can only decide who wins or loses..."
The boy was rambling and talking a lot of nonsense, and then he said:
"The one who opens his mouth and admits defeat loses, the one who falls to the ground loses, the one who falls off the ring loses. The winner is determined by winning among these three!"
"I hope you officials will use martial arts to make friends, and that's it!"
After the boy finished speaking, he struck the gong and announced that the fight had begun.
Zhao Xiaole sneered after hearing this.
Honghualou is obviously targeting him. Otherwise, as long as Ruyue doesn't play the piano, he can be eliminated.
There is no need to fight at all.
So far?
What bullshit?
Zhao Xiaole knew better than anyone else that it would be fine if he didn't say this, but once he said it, the competition would definitely not end.
Unless both parties are acquainted, how can the other party spare you? At the very least, those people will not spare him.
While he was thinking about it, two gangsters armed with swords had slowly walked onto the ring.
