Cui Yun sighed: "My martial arts background comes from China, so I have an inexplicable affinity for Chinese warriors. Counting you and me, we are all part of the same family of warriors in the world. So, having said so much, I hope you can agree. thing."

Qu Yong said: "Please give me your instructions. If I can do it, please do it."

"Is this difficult to say? It's easy to say, but it's not easy at all. I've been choosing and choosing, and I always feel that only you are the most suitable person." Elder Cui Yun carefully took out a blue mountaineering backpack from behind. Opening the backpack, it turned out to be a small purple wooden box. Opening the wooden box again, there were sixteen bright red gold-gilded invitations inside. The carvings were very exquisite.

"I have sixteen invitations here. Each invitation can invite one person to the banquet. To a visual feast."

Sixteen invitations. That means you can only invite sixteen people.

Qu Yong looked at the sixteen invitations and said, "You mean that only sixteen people can enter the imperial city to watch this peerless battle..."

Old Cui Yun said: "To be precise, apart from Tianming, Shutaro Kamiya and you, we can only invite thirteen people."

"Thirteen." Qu Yong said in surprise: "As far as I know, there are more than a thousand people in Japan who want to watch this decisive battle. But now there are only thirteen places. I'm afraid there are more wolves and less meat. It's difficult. So satisfied."

Old Cui Yun showed a very strange smile and said: "This is exactly the reason. So I want to ask Mr. Qu to help me with this. It is up to you to choose. Who can come to the Imperial City and who cannot come to the Imperial City to watch the battle. "

It is up to one person to decide who the heroes of the world belong to. They can allocate whether they have the right to enter and exit the imperial city to watch the battle. This is simply to strangle the throats of the heroes of the world. In the court, he can almost be regarded as the role of the regent.

But Qu Yong is not stupid. On the contrary, he sees it very clearly. To give the simplest example, in history, all the regents and people who were called "Yafu" by the emperor were ruined and died without a burial place. .

Qu Yong shook his head and said directly: "This is not an interesting job. Why would you leave it to me?"

"You can see clearly. This is indeed not an interesting thing. This is simply something that offends people." Old Cui Yun handed over the sixteen invitations and said: "Now it is established in Tokyo. I don't know how many warriors there are. But there are almost no people who have reached the Dan realm. So you..." He pointed at Qu Yong and gave another strange smile. "You can almost be regarded as the best master in Tokyo city except for the two who are going to have a decisive battle. Ability and responsibility are relative. Of course, you have to take some responsibilities. If these invitations fall into the hands of a person with low martial arts skills, they will be snatched away very quickly. How can you choose? Who will watch the battle?"

"Ah." Qu Yong suddenly understood when he came here. It turned out that he had entered Danjin and was already a first-class master in the world. Suddenly, he was still a little unclear about his role. But now, in the eyes of others, he is already He is no longer that rude young boy. He is already a powerful master. A master who can really shock the entire city of Tokyo."

"I believe you. You won't be willing to say that you can just choose some people to watch your uncle's decisive battle. Wouldn't that be an insult to him? So no matter from which point of view, it's up to you to distribute these blank invitations. It couldn’t be better.”

This sentence really hit Qu Yong's heart. He really had to accept these hot potatoes. He knew very well that as long as he accepted these invitations, it would mean countless troubles.

"These invitations have been processed through special procedures. There are some chips built into them. They are all very interesting modern handicrafts. I believe they will be difficult to be cracked and forged in just two days. So when it comes to the decisive battle two days later, there will only be sixteen people present. Except for these sixteen people, everyone else will come close and be killed without mercy."

Although the Japanese royal family is declining today, the majesty of the emperor is still inviolable. Therefore, when the old man said these words, he was firm and decisive. He believed in the rules he usually made. Even if he violated it, he would still be shot to death.

Qu Yong reached over and took the invitation. Then he played with it casually. He found that each invitation weighed about fifty grams and had a good texture. It was something of royal style. He touched it repeatedly and said: "What do these thirteen people want?"

Old Cui Yun said: "There are no requirements. Even if you give to thirteen beggars, thirteen babies, or thirteen fools, it doesn't matter. You can give it to anyone you want. These things have been given to you. You can give them to anyone." .”

"I understand." Qu Yong understood. This old man Cui Yun simply gave the hot potato to him. Even if it was given to the dog, it was none of his business. It was all Qu Yong's responsibility.

"I'll do it." Qu Yong couldn't help shouting in his heart. He said helplessly: "You can send the invitations to me. I have a condition. I want to enter the imperial city to find a blind old painter. I have something to do. Ask him."

Old Cui Yun said: "A blind painter. How can he be a painter since he is blind?"

Qu Yong said: "He is not a painter now. He is a fortune teller. He lives in a broken house in Dongyuan."

"Dongyuan." Old Cui Yun's face twitched slightly and he said, "It turns out to be Abe Mamoru. He is already dead."

"Dead." Qu Yong said: "Why is another one dead? When did he die?"

"Yesterday." Old Cui Yun gave him a strange look and said, "Just after you found him."

Qu Yong's face turned red. Yesterday, he thought that his whereabouts were secret. The guards in the Imperial City's East Garden were no more than that. But he didn't know that it was simply because they didn't show up to point him out. It seemed that he still knew too little about modern knowledge such as tracking and counter-tracking. It is really not good to judge based on one's own sensitivity. However, it is obviously because he was operating on the periphery and did not touch the safety of the royal family. That's why the royal family turned a blind eye.

"What did he leave behind..."

"No." Old Cui Yun said: "He and the hut were all turned into fire. Burned to white nirvana. Nothing was left."

Qu Yong said: "What is the cause of the fire?"

"set fire."

"Set fire. Who is so bold? Dare to set fire in the imperial city..." Qu Yong still has one sentence left. Since the guards in the imperial city can detect his whereabouts, there is no reason why the arsonist cannot be discovered.

Old Cui Yun seemed to be able to see through his mind. He said calmly: "He set the fire himself."

"Okay, okay! It turns out he is impatient." Qu Yong clasped his fists and said to everyone: "Thank you! Farewell!"

"please."

It's not yet noon. The sun is already shining brightly.

The sun was shining brightly. Qu Yong walked out of the Imperial City and strode along the most prosperous and tasteful streets in Tokyo. He has a lot of troubles now. So much that maybe no one in the world has more troubles than him. But he still Full of energy and confidence in yourself.

Now the streets are full of men and women, going to work and school, and all kinds of shops, offices, and restaurants are open.

Qu Yong was walking on this road carrying the small purple box, thinking about whom to send the thirteen invitations to.

This crowd is huge. Who should he send the invitation to?

He was walking leisurely when he suddenly saw a group of children playing football in the open space in front of him. They looked to be only six or seven years old, but they had decent footwork. Their coordination and coordination were strict. It was the temperament of the Japanese.

At this time, there was a young and fashionable urban beauty walking through the park. She was wearing patent leather black high boots. She twisted and walked gracefully. The ball suddenly fell into the puddle next to her, splashing mud on her legs. idea.

"Ah!" the girl screamed inhumanely. "My boots! Help!"

Those children were obviously very naive and did not understand the horror of animals like women. They were all frightened. Finally, an older child mustered up the courage and walked up to apologize: "Auntie, I'm sorry. We..."

"Auntie..." The girl was stunned for a moment. "You call me auntie!" It seemed that this stimulation was more exciting than the mud on her boots. She could no longer control herself. She jumped on her feet and howled "Ahhhhhh". Finally He raised his hand and was about to slap it down. "Ah!"

"No." Qu Yong moved. He grabbed her raised hand and said, "It's just a child. Why would you hit someone?"

"Who are you? You dare to interfere in my business!" She raised her eyebrows and said sternly: "Let go."

"Uncle. Uncle." The children all gathered around Qu Yong's body, tugging and tugging. There were even a few hands stroking his body. "Thank you, uncle."

"Oh, who is smiling and touching my butt? Go away, go away."

The girl seemed unable to stand the mess of children. She screamed and ran away. Then the children also picked up the ball and rushed forward. Except for a few mud marks left on Qu Yong's body, the farce suddenly stopped.

"Oh, these kids." Qu Yong shook his head with a smile. He seemed to be reminded of when he was a child, playing football with his classmates on the side of the road and being helpless when the football broke someone's glass window. It's really interesting to think about it.

The group of children stopped playing football. Everyone shouted and left. Suddenly everything in front of them became empty. It seemed like there was no one left.

"How could this happen? Something feels wrong. Invitation card." Qu Yong suddenly woke up. He opened the box and counted it. He actually found that there was one less invitation card inside.

"When did it get stolen?" Ever since Qu Yong achieved great power, not to mention someone could steal something from him. Even if an ordinary person comes close to the private space around him, he will be as sensitive as fire. Now Someone could actually steal an invitation from the box he was holding.
Chapter completed!