0p0 Chapter 160 Practice Makes the Difference
Chapter 160 Practice Makes the Difference
Night is the time when evil belongs, and it is the part of human nature that cannot stand the light of day.
The crowd was dancing and reveling wildly, and the so-called gentlemen in the sun during the day turned into gamblers shouting at the top of their lungs at this moment.
For the first time, Qiao Shinian realized that the ancients’ underground buildings could be so exquisite and spectacular.
Through the masks, she could barely see people shouting wildly in the darkness. The men in gorgeous clothes were yelling at the huge iron cage in the middle of the field.
"Mu Qingchen." Qiao Shinian held Mu Qingchen's hand tightly. She was a little puzzled by the madness of the person in front of her.
"This is a competition, a competition between people." Mu Qingchen seemed to be very familiar with this kind of scene.
As the servant came in behind him and lit all the surrounding torches, the venue suddenly became much brighter.
This is an underground building similar to a small stadium, with stepped seats, and a chair and a table every one meter.
The higher you go, the larger the intervals become, and it seems to be prepared for people of high status.
The higher you go, the less fire there is, while the brightest place is at the bottom, especially in the middle of the venue. The huge iron cage door is closed, and it seems that the protagonist has not yet appeared.
Qiao Shinian was pulled by Mu Qingchen to the top seat and sat down.
At this moment, she was a little nervous and scared, as well as curious and surprised.
"Where is this?" Qiao Shinian turned and looked at him.
Under the cloak, Mu Qingchen's face was hidden in the darkness. He looked at the scene below and whispered, "Slave fighting arena, put two people in, and the winner can come out.
Those who choose to fight here are not necessarily slaves. There are also poor people who cannot survive. Some people force themselves to fight here. As long as they win a game, they can get money. The more they win, the more they are liked by the masters here. When they have a certain fame, the biggest highlight here is to let them fight to the death.
The owner here will leave space for old customers and invite them to come and place bets and visit.”
Mu Qingchen's words were euphemistic and vague, but Qiao Shinian understood his meaning. To put it bluntly, this was similar to the underground boxing rings seen on modern TV, except that the people fighting here were risking their lives to achieve results, and their worthless lives were just a pastime in the eyes of the dignitaries.
She stood up and stood beside Mu Qingchen, clenching her fists, and asked in confusion and anxiety: "Why did you bring me here?"
"Let me show you the real underground market. This is just one of them. Wen Jiu should also be learning Kung Fu. If you have time, you can ask him to come over. It will be very beneficial for him to hone his skills in this kind of life-and-death fight. When his foundation is solid in the future, he can learn other life-saving skills."
Mu Qingchen looked up at Qiao Shinian. Seeing her slightly trembling body, he quickly stood up and whispered, "Let's go back."
"Ah."
When she answered, the following game began.
Qiao Shinian looked back and saw that the fight had already started.
The two people attacked each other using different techniques. Their expressions were ferocious, and they wished they could bite each other to death.
Qiao Shinian turned his head and squeezed Mu Qingchen's hand tightly.
The fight between trapped beasts.
Qiao Shinian is no longer the modern person who knows nothing. She probably knows the purpose of these people forcing her here. Most of them may do it so that the old and young in their families can have food to eat, or it may be the last value of gamblers, or there may be slaves who were trafficked as mentioned by Mu Qingchen.
She turned her head to glance at Mu Qingchen. He was very calm from beginning to end.
Unlike her trying hard to restrain herself, he was truly calm, as if everything in front of him was just a piece of paper, a piece of paper that he could crumple with his hands, and was completely non-dangerous and non-aggressive.
After walking through the deep and dark corridor, the two returned to the ground.
To leave here, they need to cross a small path. Under the guidance of the servant, the two walked into the bustling main building of the brothel.
The girl inside was passionate and unrestrained. Mu Qingchen took off his cloak and threw it to the servant following behind him. He was also wearing an exquisite veil to cover his face.
It seemed that the entry period had passed by now, and most of the guests inside had already sat down, with women sitting beside them to serve drinks.
Qiao Shinian slowed down her pace and looked at the luxurious scene as she walked.
Being surrounded by girls is no longer an adjective, but a concrete verb. Here, everyone's face is filled with happiness and joy.
Of course, the scene was not as bland as what Qiao Shinian had seen in TV dramas. Instead, it was extremely gorgeous and the erotic scene made her feel physically uncomfortable.
Mu Qingchen was originally going to walk out with Qiao Shinian without looking away, but when he glanced at Qiao Shinian, he found that her eyes were all fixed on the lively scene.
"Don't look." The underground slave fighting arena was a place he often visited before he was fifteen years old. He had been there from the open to the dark, and naturally he had seen many scenes in brothels.
Those who haven't gone upstairs at this time are either people who listen to the music on the stage and have a hobby of looking for excitement outside, or people who can only drink wine downstairs.
Sitting in the carriage, in the dim candlelight, Qiao Shinian's face did not look good.
This was the outer city, and the extravagant scene made it hard for her to tell that this was the side that was clearly losing in the war.
"Drink some water first." Mu Qingchen handed her a glass of water. "I wanted to bring you to see these things a long time ago, but I was afraid that you couldn't accept them. Later, I was confined to the mansion. Shi Nian, I think that no matter how much you learn, it is not as effective as practicing.
Judging from your self-defense skills, they should be more than enough to deal with people who have not learned martial arts, but they are not enough for those who want to fight you to death.
So, I think it takes you to a safe place to see how people are fighting desperately to survive, and they will not miss any loopholes to survive.
I think, if you can do these, then Wen Jiu must also be able to do them, so he shouldn't be practicing martial arts in the palace, but should go fight with those people."
Qiao Shinian took the cup and put it on the table. She turned her head and stared at Mu Qingchen with an anxious tone: "I don't want him to go to this kind of place! This is not a good idea!"
"But according to the current situation, there are not many places he can go. I think he also wants to be able to protect himself. Apart from this method, other methods are not feasible. Anything overt will make him conspicuous."
Mu Qingchen explained to her patiently.
Qiao Shinian firmly disagreed: "No!"
"Then tell him the method and let him make his own choice. Wen Jiu will decide how to grow up. We will tell him the method, and it's up to him whether to make the decision or not, okay?"
Qiao Shinian was silent for a while before saying, "Let's talk about it later. He is still young and shouldn't go to such a cruel place."
"I went there when I was seven, and was there almost every day before I was fourteen." Mu Qingchen advised like a gentle teacher as before: "I know you are worried about him and feel sorry for him, but you should also understand that if you are not ruthless to yourself, you will not be able to survive in the palace."
Qiao Shinian clutched his clothes tightly and remained silent.