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"Scared?"

Jiang Pengji sat by the stream and cleaned her hands, and by the way, she wiped the sword and scabbard to wash the blood stains on it.

When she lowered her head to wash, she found that the righteous daughter of the Lu Zheng family was looking at her, Jiang Pengji smiled and beckoned to her, calling people to her.

Kang Xintong woke up like a dream, and he didn't know what he thought, so he stepped forward with a red face and bowed respectfully.

The slave was not frightened. ”

After that, Kang Xintong nodded heavily to make sure that he was not scared.

Jiang Pengji brushed the top of her hair with a slightly damp hand, the movement was not heavy, but it felt extraordinarily thick and powerful, even through the hair, she could feel the tenderness from the palm of the other party's hand. Kang Xintong didn't dare to move, but the blush on his little face deepened by a shade.

"To be scared is to be scared, I just saw that your face was almost whiter than the white clouds on the horizon. Fear isn't a shameful emotion, let alone you're a kid. Jiang Pengji asked Kang Xintong to sit beside her, and the little girl made a small half of it reservedly, and her eyes couldn't help but glance.

Kang Xintong said, "The slave is indeed very afraid, but, but Lan Tinggong is here, and he is not afraid of anything." ”

Jiang Pengji looked at the undisguised adoration and joy in her eyes, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but hook.

"Yes, Shaoyin knew that he should be angry, and the girl who bothered to raise was abducted by me like this. ”

Jiang Pengji shook off the water stains on her hands, wiped the water droplets on the body of the God Slashing Knife with a handkerchief, and withdrew the scabbard.

Kang Xintong said, "My father-in-law admires Lan Tinggong very much, and he praises him in private!"

Jiang Pengji couldn't help laughing, Lu Zheng was going to cry when she heard this, little girl.

Thinking of the "Red Lotus Holy Maiden" in Wei Ci's mouth, Jiang Pengji felt that the little girl in front of her was more cute.

There are countless possibilities in life, and I hope that the road taken by Kang Xintong is the one that leads to the end of happiness.

"Rantei Gong ......"

Jiang Pengji responded and motioned for Kang Xintong to continue.

Kang Xintong took a deep breath and said with a red face, "Does the slave have the talent to practice martial arts?"

"Didn't you learn from your father-in-law? I heard him say that you seem to have a grand desire to compete with the corporal of the world. People can't use two things, even if you are highly talented, and give some of them to other aspects, maybe you will not be able to achieve your goal. ”

Kang Xintong said, "Slaves and maids can sleep for one hour less every day. ”

"Nonsense, at a young age, when you are growing taller, you should be careful that you don't grow tall if you sleep for an hour less. ”

Kang Xintong lowered his head in frustration after hearing this, staring at the clogs on his feet.

"Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

Jiang Pengji is more patient with children, and Kang Xintong is no exception.

"I'm afraid that the heroic appearance of the Lanting Gong is not as good as the god general, and the slave maid is pleased!"

The hot confession does not have a hint of the cloudy color that only the adult world has, it is pure and fiery.

Without waiting for Jiang Pengji to react, the salted fish in the live broadcast room had already started to coax.

[Ghost talent Guo Fengxiao]: In this live broadcast room where you sell dog meat on the head of a sheep, you can see any of your cute plots except for the palace fighting link. Whether it is the relationship between men and men, the passion between men and women, or the love between women and women, a variety of popular styles are at your disposal. It's not that I'm talking about you, anchor, can you take away your hormones, and children don't be harmed.

[Lord of Destiny]: I no longer believe that this is a serious live broadcast room, and the anchor is not a serious anchor......

[Thief Warriors]: Bankrupt to buy a new CP share, although it is destined to be a loss, but there is no regret about buying.

Jiang Pengji laughed and said, "Because of such a reason?"

Although her purpose is Huayuan, it is also true that the civil unrest along the road is bulldozed. Nansheng has a vast area, and Jiang Pengji's army nominally recovered the entire Nansheng, but there are still many places where the news is closed to the chaos and bandits, and the local people are bullied.

Just now, there was a chaotic party of more than 1,000 scales, and the chaotic party was a group of unorganized and undisciplined mobs, and they were killed after dividing five by two. However, there was not much difference in the number of people between the two sides, but a wave of bandits rushed in, and Jiang Pengji could only clean them up.

Coincidentally, this scene fell in Kang Xintong's eyes.

This girl didn't know what to think about, and now she came to tell her that she wanted to practice martial arts.

Kang Xintong blinked, with a resolute light in his eyes.

"The slave also wants to hold the sword, and if an accident happens, it will not be without the power to protect itself. ”

Her father-in-law could draw his sword, but she was the only drag, and there was no other way but to hide in the carriage.

What made it difficult for her to accept was not the corpses of those riotous people, not facing death, but facing death without the power to resist.

Jiang Pengji said, "If you want to learn, ask your stepfather to hire a martial artist for you." ”

Kang Xintong said, "Martial artist?"

"It's best to be a retired martial artist from the women's battalion, and the killing techniques they have learned are more suitable for women to study. ”

Kang Xintong nodded, but his eyes flashed a little lost.

Jiang Pengji said, "The methods learned by the female battalion soldiers are all passed down by me. ”

When Kang Xintong heard this, his eyes lit up again, and he showed a smile and a pair of small dimples.

When Lu Zheng heard that Kang Xintong wanted to learn martial arts, he frowned, and he didn't seem to agree.

If you don't learn the article well, you will learn something else, and you are not afraid that you will achieve nothing?

"It doesn't matter if she learns, she can't never be alone and will never be in danger, and some life-saving means are always good. ”

Lu Zheng sighed and acquiesced.

It just so happened that there were also female battalion soldiers with him, which could lay a foundation for Kang Xintong.

When they arrived in Ningzhou, they didn't know how many rioters and bandits they had killed along the way.

Jiang Pengji took a sip of water to moisten her lips, and sent someone to Huayuan's old mansion and the clan land to inquire if there were similar people.

Her luck is better, this trip was not in vain, there are indeed people who see people who look like Huayuan.

"Let's check it out tomorrow. ”

At the turn of the seasons, the weather was getting colder and colder, and there was a light rain in the early morning.

Lu Zheng asked Kang Xintong to stay at the post station and wait, and the scattered people went out together, with only four entourages by his side to guard the safety.

Jiang Pengji and the others changed into inconspicuous outfits and came to the "residence" of the madman in the mouth of the villagers.

It is said to be a "residence", but in fact it is an abandoned and ruined temple, which is neither sheltered from the wind nor rain.

Thinking about last night's wind, this morning's rain, and then thinking about Hua Yuan's current state, Wei Ci was mentally prepared.

After all, he had the experience of a past life.

Jiang Pengji and Lu Zheng also made psychological preparations, but after all, they didn't see it with their own eyes, and there was a discrepancy between reality and imagination.

"It's peaceful. ”

Walking up the rugged mountain road, you can faintly see wisps of cooking smoke halfway up the mountainside.

There is a small village of less than 30 households, and you can see people walking around when you get closer.

Not far from the village was a ruined temple, and Jiang Pengji heard the laughter of children and the low roar of a beast from afar.

The more the "beast" roared and struggled, the more innocent the children became.

Hearing the movement, Wei Ci's face sank a little.

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