Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

The Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "We are sincerely seeking peace, but since our two countries have a dispute, we might as well make a bet. I wonder if your country is willing to take the gamble?"

Everyone stood behind the second general, "Let's bet. How can we, the mighty Cangwu, be afraid of you? Just tell me what you're betting on? I'll fight you to the end."

"Exactly. Are you gambling on money, life, or stones? Come on."

The Southern Xinjiang Saintess and the Second Prince exchanged a glance, a smile of triumph on their faces. The Southern Xinjiang envoy laughed heartily, "Let's wager on this, on mountains of swords, on seas of fire, on songs against songs, on rows against rows!"

Although everyone didn't understand why, they still had to say some harsh words. It's better to lose the battle than the personal defeat!

"What's with all the talk of climbing mountains of swords and diving into seas of fire? Do you people from Southern Xinjiang gamble like it's like playing house? Don't lose everything you have."

Song Jinxiu collected the poisonous centipede and hid in the crowd. She was observing the little thing that appeared on her body.

Is this another kind of Gu?

This is a kind of nematode, just like human eyelashes. If she hadn't been prepared in advance and was highly vigilant when approaching the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, she would not have been able to detect it at all.

The little thing wanted to get into her skin through the sweat glands, but unfortunately it failed. It is now persevering in finding a breakthrough.

Song Jinxiu smiled, found a small bottle and put it away. She would study it later.

At this time, the bet had already been made in the hall.

"Your Majesty, we can't perform such feats in this palace. Let's go out to the square and settle the matter."

The emperor frowned and nodded.

He could see that the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang and others came prepared. If they were not convinced, the peace talks would be difficult to continue.

He wasn't afraid of fighting, but taking over southern Xinjiang would come at a steep price. Now, not only southern Xinjiang, but also neighboring countries were watching. A fight would only hurt both sides, and it would be a shame for the fisherman to gain.

After everyone left the hall, the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please allow us to bring our swords into the palace."

Because there was a knife on the sword pole, he was stopped outside the palace.

Emperor Cangwu nodded, "Alright."

The envoy from Southern Xinjiang waved his hand, and soon a chestnut log pole nearly 30 meters high was erected in the square.

It turns out that "climbing the knife mountain" means "climbing the knife pole".

Three strips of golden bamboo were used to tie the sharp, long sword, twisted left and right, to the sword pole. The lower part of the sword pole was secured with a wooden box, and the entire pole was decorated with various paper flowers and small talisman flags in yellow, white, red, green, and blue. The upright sword pole resembled a straight "ladder to heaven," towering over the square.

An official, curious, stepped forward to inspect the blades, only to find they were truly sharp. He tried three of them, each one piercing hair. Over 3 knives crisscrossed the towering wooden poles.

Is it possible for someone to climb up there barefoot and not get hurt?

A thin man came out of the Southern Xinjiang delegation. He stood in front of the knife and muttered some sacrificial words.

"Fire has its fire god, and the knife has its knife god. Sacrifice the knife to the gods and pray for safety and survival."

After a simple ceremony, he climbed up the ladder of swords in one leap. The ministers held their breath.

The man's waist and hips arched backwards as he climbed up with steady steps. Every step he took made everyone's heart tense, but the man remained calm and composed.

Song Jinxiu narrowed her eyes. This man seemed to be walking on the edge of a knife, but in fact, half of his weight was on his arms.

He also had a skill in gripping the blade, with the back of his hand arched, not putting his force on the blade, but on the blade itself.

In addition, human skin has a certain degree of toughness and elasticity, which is why he can climb the knife mountain smoothly.

Amid the crowd's exclamations, the man reached the top and then "came down" rhythmically and steadily. Before the audience's heartbeats could recover, he had already lifted his foot to show everyone that he was indeed unharmed.

"Your Majesty, our warriors are blessed by the gods and are invulnerable to swords and spears. I wonder if anyone in your country dares to demonstrate this skill?"

Everyone was watching the performance with trepidation just now, and now that it was their turn, they looked at each other in bewilderment and didn't dare to step forward.

It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I don't dare to take on this porcelain job unless I have the necessary skills. After all, it concerns the country's reputation.

Qi Chenghua bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I might be able to do it with my Qing Gong skills, but I can't guarantee that you will be completely unharmed."

He had seen the blade before, and it was indeed sharp. Even if he had great martial arts skills, he would inevitably be injured if he fell on the sharp blade.

Song Jinxiu waved her hand, "Your Majesty, this little game doesn't require Master Qi to take action, just find a strong eunuch.

The emperor's eyes lit up and he looked at Song Jinxiu: Has this girl figured out something?

Song Jinxiu nodded at him, and the emperor understood and glanced at Eunuch Hai. Eunuch Hai hurriedly said, "Go, call Xiao Zhenzi over."

Little Hazelnut was only about ten years old. Because he was very strong, he was valued by Eunuch Hai and followed him to do some heavy work.

Song Jinxiu led him to the front of the knife handle, and the archer held the blade and demonstrated it, saying: "Don't let the blade touch your hand. Use force like this, and your feet must be steady, accurate, and ruthless.

Keep your foot planted firmly on the ground and don't move, so you don't get cut. Got it?"

Little Hazelnut was confused and nodded. Then, as Song Jinxiu said, he held the blade and started to climb up.

Song Jinxiu calmly put a talisman on him.

Seeing the innocent face of the young eunuch, who was fooled by Song Jinxiu into going up the knife mountain, everyone held their breath and dared not make a sound.

When Little Hazelnut jumped over the knife pole and came down again, everyone rushed over to check. They saw that there was only a shallow mark on his white and tender bare feet, and there was no injury or bleeding. They were all amazed.

Everyone in southern Xinjiang was about to pop out their eyes.

This "walking on the knife mountain" also requires exclusive inheritance in their southern border. How could this Cangwu person know it?

The emperor laughed and said, "We, the people of Cangwu, are also blessed by the gods."

"Okay, let's call this a draw. Now let's compete in 'Descent into the Sea of Fire'."

In southern Xinjiang, there are several ways to walk across the sea of fire: one is to burn several iron plowshares red-hot and then walk barefoot across them step by step; another is to walk through a "sea of fire" made of burning charcoal; and the third is to "walk with lanterns", which means arranging lanterns made of bamboo tubes in rows and walking across them with one lantern per step, and the lights are still burning.

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang, the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang and others discussed it and decided to compete in the most difficult one.

As the red-hot plowshares lined up, everyone retreated. An old man emerged from the crowd in Southern Xinjiang, dancing barefoot on a pile of white powder.

After a ceremony, he took a sip of water and sprayed it on the red-hot plowshare. When the water met the fire, a puff of white smoke suddenly rose.

It was at this moment that the old man took action. He walked quickly with his bare feet on the red-hot plow.

After a burst of burning "hissing" sounds, the old man had already reached the other side. He lifted up his feet for everyone to see. Smoke was still coming out of his feet, but there were no obvious signs of burns.

Song Jinxiu narrowed her eyes. The white powder that the old man stepped on first was salt, which could protect the soles of his feet.

There is also the crucial sip of water before he "goes into the sea of fire". The water can cool him down the moment it is sprayed, and his feet can quickly slide across it to keep him safe.

Of course, the old man's thick soles are also the result of long-term training.

But in Cangwu, if they want to find such soles, they can probably only go to the countryside to search.

The problem is that the people in southern Xinjiang will not give them time to screen.

It seems that I have to do it myself.