"Why don’t you have a match with my Grand Master? It’s limited to half a quarter of an hour. If you can defeat my Grand Master within that ti, you’ll be allowed in."
The Old Poison Monster was sitting on a large rock, picking his teeth with a toothpick and looking down with a provocative gaze. "Kid, I’ll let you have three moves, and even one hand."
At this mont, Luo Linhao really wanted to throw Yangyang aside. This brat was simply here to cause trouble. He had heard of this so-called Grand Master, whose martial skills were formidable. Even without a ti limit, it would be hard to defeat him, let alone within half a quarter of an hour.
"What if I lose? And what if I win?"
"If you lose, then you won’t get to marry. If you win, all the following six obstacles will be removed for you. How about that?" Yangyang asked with a cheeky grin, "Isn’t it tempting?"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"..." The people who ca for the bride had already heard about Luo Linhao’s exceptional martial skills and strategic prowess. On the journey to quell the rebellion, every battle was fought with incredible success. The news of these feats had been spread back to the Capital City as various places were pacified. By now, he was practically a model for households to emulate. If a family had soone who wasn’t doing well, they would imdiately say, "You should learn from Marquis Wu’an."
So this group of young people had long wanted to witness Luo Linhao’s brilliance. Now, they started to egg him on.
Luo Linhao rolled his eyes, "I asked you to help fetch the bride, not to rebel against ."
"Heh, it’s not really rebelling. If you win, you can directly carry the bride out. How great is that?"
"Exactly, exactly!"
Lele saw him still standing there and asked, "Uncle, are you competing or not?"
"Compete!" How could he not? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing not to compete at this point?
As soon as Yangyang heard this, he snapped his fingers, "Grand Master, go!"
The Old Poison Monster imdiately leapt onto the empty ground, and Luo Linhao got ready as well.
At this ti, the courtyard was packed with people, including Ye Zi’an, who had initially been entertaining guests.
"Who’s going to win?"
"The fight is so intense, I can’t even keep up with it."
"..."
The crowd noticed that the fight was so fast, your hook punch, my kick—the speed was dizzying.
Lele looked at the middle of the fight and asked Yangyang, "Little brother, is Uncle going to lose?"
Yangyang watched the two intently, hands behind his back, but said, "He won’t, look, he won!"
Sure enough, as he finished speaking, the tree branch Luo Linhao casually picked up was already resting on the Old Poison Monster’s shoulder.
"Isn’t the Old Poison Monster supposed to be very powerful? How did he lose?" soone asked in surprise.
Yangyang smirked secretly; the Old Poison Monster definitely couldn’t have won. He loved mischief, but he never intended for his aunt not to get married.
"Can the door be opened now?" Luo Linhao asked as he tossed the tree branch aside.
"Yes! Cousin, quickly open the door."
As it turned out, Luo Linyu was behind the second door.
Luo Linhao was speechless and tapped her on the forehead, "Whose side are you on anyway? This is your brother’s wedding, and you’re still blocking the door. Are you stupid?"
"I’m trying to please my sister-in-law," Luo Linyu scratched her head.
Having opened the door and entered the house, they saw Yang Qingtong carrying Yang Xiayun, preparing to co out.
"Why are you back? When did you arrive?"
"I just arrived this morning. My sister’s getting married, of course I had to co back." Fortunately, where he was stationed wasn’t too far from the Capital City. Upon receiving the ssage, he rushed back in ti.
Yang Qingtong carried the bride to the main hall, where Ms. Wang and Yang Dachuan were already waiting. After the newlyweds bowed, Yang Qingtong carried Yang Xiayun to the bridal sedan chair.
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