According to the agreement with Zhou Xiaodan, Wen Jun temporarily put down the other work at hand and devoted himself to the final preparations for the national martial arts competition.

To this end, the municipal government has set up a "National Wushu Competition Reception Office", with Zhou Xiaodan as the director and Wen Jun as the deputy director, responsible for specific daily affairs.

In fact, all the preliminary work of the martial arts competition, such as the competition venue and the accommodation hotel, have been prepared, and everything is ready to open. Because of the two recent explosions in Sioux City, Wen Jun focused on the investigation of safety hazards. Due to the limited police force in Sioux City, some armed police officers were also dispatched to support and strengthen the focus on monitoring and defense in densely populated areas.

In the evening of that day, Wen Jun drove to the "Qinwu Gate".

The bandage on his forehead has been untied and he is fully healed. Wei Chi Zhichun's several Chinese herbal medicines, coupled with the auxiliary treatment of "Dragon Slaying Formula", did not leave too obvious scars on his forehead.

The reputation of "Beiwei Chi" is really not blown out!

The national martial arts competition is about to be held at his doorstep, and as a martial arts champion in the south, Qin Haoran is naturally extremely excited and looking forward to it.

Murong Gentle stood beside the pair of mighty stone lions in front of the "Qin Wu Gate", looking left and right, looking like he wanted to wear it. A few days ago, she heard Zhou Xiaolei on the phone that Wen Jun was injured, so she was impatient to wait for Ailang at the door.

When she saw Wen Jun getting out of the car, her clear eyes as clear as water suddenly shone brightly, and a faint joy jumped on her pretty face in an instant. The sunset on the horizon seemed to be much dimmer.

Wen Jun shouted from afar: "Senior sister." ”

Murong looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer gently, his eyes suddenly turned red, and two crystal tears rolled down from his deep eyes.

Wen Jun couldn't help but be stunned, and said softly, "Senior sister, what's wrong with you?" Is someone bullying you? ”

Murong gently reached out and stroked the shallow scar on his forehead that was still recognizable, shook his head slowly, and choked up, "It hurts, right?" ”

Wen Jun's heart warmed, and he sighed in his heart, if he has a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for? The palm of his hand grabbed the one and said with a smile: "It was originally very painful, but when I was gently touched by my junior sister, it was completely fine." ”

Murong broke into a smile gently, and said coquettishly: "People are worried about death, but you still have the heart to laugh." ”

Wen Jun gently hugged Ying Ying's willow waist, "hehe" chuckled: "Senior sister has superb medical skills, the blue is better than the blue, what I said is all the truth, how can I joke with you?" ”

Murong was gentle and a little bird nestled in the crook of his arm, his pretty face was full of contentment, and he said shyly: "When did you learn to be flamboyant?" ”

Suddenly, there was a soft cry of a yellow warbler.

How can there be a yellow warbler in the hustle and bustle of the city? It was Zhou Xiaolei's laughter.

Her laughter was light and crisp, like a yellow warbler out of the valley, and when she laughed with her big watery eyes, she was like a bottomless pool, and her delicate face was like a blooming peach blossom.

She was slim and affectionate, looking at the two of them with disgust and infatuation, and said with a coquettish smile: "Gentle sister, your brother Jun has a flamboyant tongue, you haven't tasted it before?" ”

Murong Gentle was like a cat with its tail stepped on, jumping out of Wen Jun's arm, her pretty face was as red as a ripe tomato, and she said shyly: "Sister Xiaolei, you are bad, necrotic......"

Zhou Xiaolei smiled and said, "Sister Gentle, no matter how bad I am, I'm not as bad as your brother Jun, right?" ”

Wen Jun touched the bridge of his straight nose, walked over and hugged Zhou Xiaolei's small waist, and said with a wicked smile: "Sister Xiaolei, where am I bad?" If you don't make it clear today, see that I don't take you ...... ...... you"

Zhou Xiaolei's eyes were like silk, and she said with affection: "What do you want to do with me...... What do you think? ”

Wen Jun's charming peach blossom eyes turned around, tightened her body with both hands, and smiled evilly: "I'm going to eat you tonight." ”

Zhou Xiaolei broke free of Wen Jun's embrace, held Murong's gentle arm, and said with a smile: "Sister Gentle, it's terrible, your brother Jun has become a man-eating tiger." ”

The three of them talked and laughed, and walked into the "Qin Wumen" together.

Qin Haoran had already prepared a sumptuous banquet, and Wen Jun opened the banquet as soon as he sat down.

Wen Jun glanced at the seat and asked in amazement, "Master, what about my eldest brother and second brother?" ”

Qin Haoran held the wine glass and said lightly: "A few days ago, the head of the 'Yang Family's sword' Yang sent an invitation, saying that his eldest son was about to get married, and I sent He'er and Pei'er to congratulate him. ”

Wen Jun also heard Wei Chi Zhichun say this, and thought to himself that "Qin Wumen" and "Yang Jiajian" are both martial arts families, and it is not surprising that Qin Haoran sent Qin He to congratulate him. So he let out a soft "oh" and raised his glass to drink.

Qin Haoran suddenly put down the wine glass gently, and let out a long sigh, his face full of depression.

Wen Jun was surprised: "Master, you seem to have something unspeakable?" ”

Qin Haoran suddenly picked up the glass of wine on the table and drank it down, and muttered: "Master Yang chose to marry his son at this time, it seems that he is full of ambition and ambition. ”

Wen Jun filled his wine glass and said with a smile: "Why did the master say this? ”

Qin Haoran's face was gloomy and said: "Although 'Qin Wumen' and 'Yang Family Sword' are both century-old martial arts families, in order to compete for the throne of the supreme martial arts in Huaxia, the two families have always been at odds with each other, and they have not moved around for weddings and birthday banquets like this. ”

He picked up the wine glass again and poured it into the sky, and said: "This time, the head of Yang suddenly sent an invitation, and the meaning of this is clear to a discerning person. ”

Wen Jun groaned for a while and said, "What does it mean?" ”

Qin Haoran stared at Wen Jun and said, "The National Martial Arts Competition will be held in Suzhou City soon, yes or no?" ”

Wen Jun nodded and wondered, "What does this have to do with Yang Gongzi's wedding?" ”

Qin Haoran sighed: "Master Yang invites martial arts people all over the world to celebrate his son's wedding, first, he has the demeanor of the martial arts alliance leader calling for wind and rain, and second, he wants to coerce his son to be happy after his wedding, and win the throne of martial arts supreme in Suzhou City in one fell swoop." ”

Wen Jun shook his head and said with a smile: "One day, if my eldest brother is married, the master will spread heroes all over the world, and all the martial arts people in the world will gather to celebrate." ”

Xiao Wenhan echoed: "Yes, senior brother, are you thinking too much? ”

Qin Haoran looked at Wen Jun and said, "Jun'er, in this national martial arts competition, 'Qin Wumen' is going to look at you." ”

Wen Jun was surprised: "Master, I didn't sign up for this martial arts competition!" ”

Qin Haoran smiled mysteriously and said, "Half a month ago, the master had already reported your name together. ”

Wen Jun was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Master, I am the deputy director of the competition committee, and the work in my hands is complicated, even if you sign up for me, I may not have time to participate in the competition." ”

Qin Haoran said arrogantly: "I can't care so much, for the sake of the hundred-year reputation of 'Qin Wumen', no matter what, you have to participate in this competition." ”