mtl008 Chapter 1936 Martial Arts Competition to Recruit a Marriage
Chapter 1936 Martial Arts Competition to Recruit a Marriage
"That's good." The old woman pulled the corners of her mouth with a somewhat sinister smile, and her hand slowly stroked the woman's skinny face.
After untying the chain for her, the old woman kicked the box, sneered, and left the secret room.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day of the feast. Early in the morning, the people of Bhikkhu City gathered together, and the noise and bustle made people's eardrums hot.
Chen Changli and Wan Shufang stood on the second floor of the inn, looking out the window, with fire in their eyes.
The mayor stood on the high platform, lit a torch and held it high, with a bright smile on his face: "It is a good day, and the annual feast of Bhikkhu City will begin again. Fire is a blessing, and the feast begins."
He laughed loudly and waved torches, and the people below also cheered. The whole scene looked lively and funny.
Looking at the lively scene below, Wan Shufang lowered her head and chuckled: "It looks quite interesting. Chen Changli, shall we go down and join in the fun too?"
Having said that, before Chen Changli could respond, Wan Shufang looked at the cheering people and fell into deep thought.
"However, these people look a little strange. They are not as cold and indifferent as when we first met them. Instead, they are all smiling and very happy." She paused for a long time before she stammered, "It feels like they are puppets being manipulated..."
She spoke the second half of the sentence in a low voice, almost inaudible, so Chen Changli didn't hear it clearly. He just frowned and asked her, "What's wrong, Shufang?"
"fine…"
Wan Shufang shook her head and pulled her thoughts back to normal. What the puppet said was just her random guess. She was not completely sure, so she did not dare to say anything more and add to other people's troubles.
"Let's go down and take a look." Wan Shufang smiled, changed the subject, took Chen Changli's arm, and dragged him out of the inn.
As she got into the crowd, the strange feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger. Wan Shufang frowned and took several deep breaths before she could barely suppress the feeling.
Seeing the joyful expressions of the people, Wan Shufang pursed her lips and thought to herself: "Well, no matter what happens, they will protect the people of Bhikkhu City."
Wan Shufang nodded secretly, she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the ceremony was over. When the crowd dispersed, she was almost knocked down. Fortunately, Chen Changli hugged her in time to prevent Wan Shufang from falling to the ground.
The feeling of weightlessness in her body disappeared, Wan Shufang opened her eyes, and heard Chen Changli's heavy breathing.
"Shufang, what are you thinking about?"
As he spoke, he pulled Wan Shufang to the side. Now was the time when the people were dispersing, and there were so many people around that if they were not careful they would be pushed and shoved. He did not want Wan Shufang to get hurt.
At this moment, Wan Shufang was being held in Chen Changli's arms. She smelled a familiar scent and her face turned red. She subconsciously reached out to push him away: "Chen Changli, there are so many people here, let me go first."
Hearing this, Chen Changli raised his eyebrows slightly, and noticing her struggle, he hugged her tighter.
"You have been married for so many years. There is no part of your body that I haven't seen. Why should you be shy?" These joking words made Wan Shufang's ears blush. She hesitated for a long time but didn't know how to refute him.
She could only grit her teeth and use all her strength to push him away. She rolled her eyes angrily and said, "Chen Changli, if you keep being so dishonest, I will beat you up."
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, madam."
Chen Changli compromised, a look of helplessness on his face, but his eyes were full of doting. He was so shameless that Wan Shufang couldn't do anything to him.
Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, she walked over quickly and strolled along the way. Not long after, the sound of gongs and drums attracted the attention of the two people.
Wan Shufang pricked up her ears, listened carefully, and raised her white finger to point forward.
"Chen Changli seems to be there."
As she spoke, she pulled Chen Changli and trotted in that direction. Following the sound, Wan Shufang squeezed into the crowd and saw the scene clearly. She suddenly realized, "So it's a martial arts competition to recruit a husband. No wonder there's such a big scene."
Wan Shufang smacked her lips, and saw a woman on the high stage with a carefree smile, her braids tied up high, dressed in military uniform, holding a big sword in her hand. She looked very heroic, and was scanning the people below the stage.
Seeing this, Wan Shufang actually developed a favorable impression of this woman and praised her generously: "This woman is really as good as a man, so heroic and valiant, I envy her, but I don't know how good her skills are."
Perhaps in response to Wan Shufang's doubts, someone in the audience immediately shouted, "Why is it you again? This is the third time. If we can't find the right one, it will be embarrassing."
"No, I would say you should lower your standards. Otherwise, after all this trouble, you still can't find a husband. You've torn the face of the Nalan family off and stepped on it a few times."
"There are few people who can beat her. It's no wonder that no one can rely on her for such a vulgar woman."
Hearing the gossip from the audience, the woman snorted coldly and chopped the wooden board with her sword, leaving a mark, which scared several people into shutting up immediately.
"I tell you, when I, Nalan Ying, am looking for someone, I will look for the best. Why should I lower my standards to accommodate weak men like you?" The woman held her head high, with undisguised drive in her eyes.
She was more afraid of finding an unsuitable husband than not being able to find a suitable one.
Seeing that quite a few people came today, Nalan Ying glanced at the audience, turned around, and when she saw Chen Changli, her eyes suddenly lit up.
But the next second, she saw Wan Shufang holding Chen Changli's wrist. She curled her lips and looked disdainful: "Such a delicate and weak girl, how can she be worthy of such a handsome man."
She didn't say these words out loud, but she frowned and glared at Wan Shufang to express her dissatisfaction. On the other side, Wan Shufang was busy talking to Chen Changli and didn't notice this little episode.
Soon, the martial arts competition for the bride began. Some people came on stage to compete with Nalan Ying, but they were knocked off the stage in just a few breaths.
Several people followed suit. Chen Changli and Wan Shufang looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.
"It seems that the men in this Bhikkhu City are a little weak in martial arts."
"There's nothing to see, Chen Changli, let's go over there and take a look. It looks like they're having an archery competition over there."
As she said this, Wan Shufang was about to pull Chen Changli away, but before they could move half an inch or turn around, a hydrangea flew towards them.
Chen Changli's eyes narrowed, thinking it was a sneak attack, and subconsciously used his body to protect Wan Shufang, while his other hand caught the hydrangea. Seeing him so brave and agile, Nalan Ying's eyes suddenly lit up and her face flushed.
She was like a wild beast that saw food. Her heart was beating faster and faster, and her eyes were fixed on Chen Changli.
This sudden scene caught everyone off guard. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and people even made way for Chen Changli and Wan Shufang to be exposed.