On September 14th, the Imperial Palace Deliberative Pavilion.
Emperor Yanghong sat on the dragon chair, Shen Xudong, Huangfu Wuji and other ministers were there.
In front of them, there was a mountain of lists, all of which belonged to the monks who signed up for the tournament.
"Your Majesty, although we have strictly screened the qualifications for registration and eliminated 90% of them, the number of people who have signed up now far exceeds our estimate."
"According to this situation, if the usual way of fighting in the ring is adopted, I am afraid that even if it takes three months, it will be difficult for the tournament to end."
"In addition, starting from the ninth day of September, the number of monks pouring into the imperial capital increased sharply, which brought great pressure to the normal operation of the city and also brought many unstable factors."
The minister reported from below, and Emperor Yanghong frowned.
The influence of this martial arts competition has far exceeded his estimation, and it has brought a lot of trouble to the court.
"Master Shen, Huangfu Aiqing, you have all heard the question, do you have any good strategies?"
He asked his two most important ministers.
Huangfu Wuji looked indifferent, and spoke before Shen Xudong.
"I would like to report to Your Majesty that there are too many monks flooding into the imperial capital. We can strengthen the review and prohibit some people from entering the city. As for the security of the imperial capital, if the city defense army is insufficient, our Tianjing Mansion can send troops to help."
"The most important thing is the rules of the martial arts competition. If we adopt the traditional method, it will take a long time and will bring too much pressure to Luoyang. Therefore, it is necessary to simplify the rules of the competition."
"Oh, what's your opinion, Aiqing?"
"Weichen suggested that all the contestants be divided into five major divisions. On the day of the competition, a scuffle will be adopted. Only one person from each division can advance to the final."
"These five people, together with my grandson Qingming, will fight against each other to determine the final winner."
Huangfu Wuji's eyes flickered, and he explained his idea in detail.
When he finished speaking, many ministers looked strange.
"Lord Huangfu, if you follow the rules you set, I am afraid that many contestants will feel that the competition is unfair?"
Shen Xudong spoke at this moment.
You must know that the number of people participating this time has reached an astonishing number. If it is divided into five competition areas, there may be thousands of people in each competition area.
Let thousands of people fight in a melee, and only one person can win in the end. One can imagine how tragic the battle will be then.
No matter how talented a monk is, as long as his realm is not far beyond that of his peers, after such a battle, his body may be covered in bruises.
Under such circumstances, even if they reach the finals, their state will definitely not be as good as before.
And Huangfu Qingming doesn't need to participate in the preliminary competition because of his special status. By then, he will be in full strength, and he will have a huge advantage over the other five!
"There has never been absolute fairness in this world."
Facing Shen Guoshi's question, Huangfu Wuji replied blankly.
"Your Majesty, although such a rule will cause some gossip, it can make the tournament end as soon as possible and relieve the pressure Luoyang is facing."
"Besides, I think that my grandson Qingming can't lose to anyone of the same age. This conference is a waste of time, purely to satisfy Princess Lanchu's little girlish fantasies. If this is the case, why should we waste too much energy on it? "
Huangfu Wuji's words made some ministers nod their heads and felt that the matter was reasonable.
The strength of Tianjiao Huangfu Qingming is recognized. Originally, this meeting seemed superfluous to them, but it made them follow up with troubles.
It's better to finish early, so you don't worry!
"This statement is wrong. Since the conference is held, it must be fair, just and open, otherwise it will easily fall into the mouth!"
Shen Xudong still wanted to refute, but Emperor Yanghong waved his hand.
"Okay, the national teacher doesn't need to say much, what Huangfu Aiqing said is reasonable, so let's do as he said."
Emperor Yanghong also wanted to end the meeting early so that the princess and the Huangfu family's Tianjiao could get married as soon as possible, so he didn't consider other people's opinions at all.
Seeing this, Shen Xudong had no choice but to no longer object.
On the same day, as soon as the competition rules were decided, the imperial court immediately announced them to the public.
At this time, Luoyang had already gathered countless young monks who were eager to fight. When they heard the rules of the competition, they immediately became overwhelmed.
"Great melee in the five major regions? Who made this rule, it's too unfair!"
"That's right! Even if you can win under this kind of competition rules, you will definitely win a miserable victory, which is equivalent to giving Huangfu Qingming the head in the final!"
"Hey, the imperial court is indeed biased. This conference is completely gilding Huangfu Qingming, and we are all just victims!"
All kinds of negative and dissatisfied comments were filled among the contestants, but they were helpless.
Tomorrow is the martial arts tournament, and the only way to form gangs as soon as possible is to have a better chance of winning in a scuffle.
This news also spread to Shen's residence immediately and reached Gu Chen's ears.
"Now your chances of winning are greatly reduced. Huangfu Wuji is scheming, no matter how confident he is in his grandson, he still has to rule out any accidents for him."
Qinglin Shashen leaned against the wall, looking at Gu Chen lazily, wondering how he would deal with this change.
"I guessed that things would not go as smoothly as I imagined, but Huangfu Wuji is really not afraid of public anger when he fiddles with the rules."
Gu Chen smiled coldly, "It's better like this, let him know soon, what is scary!"
"Well, the people you asked me to arrange have been scattered all over the imperial capital, and God supports your plan."
Qinglin Killing God's eyes became a little serious, "But you boy, recently I don't feel like your guardian, but more like an errand runner."
Gu Chen couldn't help laughing. "Senior, don't take it to heart. You also know that these days I am adjusting my state to prepare for the battle. In my heart, I have always respected senior."
"It's best." Qinglin Shashen snorted coldly.
The residence of the Huangfu family, Huangfu Wuji just came back from the palace.
"Why did you come to Luoyang?"
As soon as he entered his study, his red eyes glanced at the corner, where a man in yellow wearing a bamboo hat stood there at some point.
"Jie Jie Jie, Master Mingshen, Qing Ming is going to make a move in the martial arts competition, how can the subordinates not come and see? After all, he is my most proud work."
The man in the bamboo hat smiled eeriely.
"Now your attention should not be on this aspect, don't forget our plan."
Huangfu Wuji's expression turned cold.
"My lord, you can rest assured that everything has been prepared. After the conference is over, we can leave for that place at any time."
The man in the hat said.
Hearing his words, Huangfu Wuji's brows were completely relaxed, and even a rare smile appeared on his perennially serious face.
"Thank you for your hard work." His words will flatter those who know him well.
"My lord, you don't need to be polite. This is what your subordinates should do. But just after arriving in Luoyang, your subordinates have heard about the rules of the martial arts tournament. I wonder what your lord's intentions are?"
"With Qingming's strength and his luck, even without these small tricks, he should be able to win, right?"
The eyes of the man in the bamboo hat twinkled with curiosity.
(end of this chapter)