"Uncle Long, my nephew has finally looked forward to you!"

Qin Zongheng, who was above the top of his eyes, was in awe of the old beggar who looked exactly like his cold-hearted grandfather Han Qinglong at this moment, and from the respectful tone he said to the old beggar, it seemed that he was more in awe of the old beggar than he was in awe of his eldest brother Qin Chuangshi.

The old beggar who was called "Uncle Long" by Qin Zongheng listened to Qin Zongheng's words, and continued to cross Erlang's legs and pick at his black feet.

Although Uncle Long is very thin and thin, his bones are very large, so even though his hair has turned gray, he always gives people a feeling of being tall and mighty, and the most amazing thing is that there is no wrinkle on his face. It is even no exaggeration to say that if Uncle Long really replaced his tattered outfit, I am afraid that he will be much younger than Qin Bufei.

Qin Zongheng was polite to Uncle Long, but Uncle Long was not so polite to Qin Zongheng, as if in his eyes, Qin Zongheng was just an inconspicuous caterpillar, so after listening to Qin Zongheng's words, Uncle Long just casually "um" and continued to pick his feet.

It was already very cold in Shangjing in November, and it even snowed for the first time of the year not long ago, but Uncle Long was wearing a pair of sloppy flip-flops at the moment, he just sat with Erlang's legs crossed on weekdays, and only Qin Bufei, the head of the Qin family, could sit on weekdays, picking his feet very leisurely, just like the Huoyun Evil God in "Kung Fu", of course, his appearance can obviously throw off the Huoyun Evil God for several streets.

Seeing that Master Long was actually the son, he felt that his son's hot face was attached to Master Long's cold ass, Qin Bu was about to go crazy, and even Qin Chuangshi, who was deep in the city, couldn't help frowning slightly.

However, Qin Zongheng was not annoyed at all, and continued to talk to Uncle Long uncharacteristically pretending to be a grandson, he said: "Uncle Long, the disciple has been taken care of by you all these years......

"Qin boy, just be free from polite words!"

Without waiting for Qin Zongheng to finish his flattering words, Master Long simply interrupted Qin Zongheng's words very unceremoniously, paused, and said in an old-fashioned tone: "I don't know the little flowery intestines in your kid's stomach?" Don't forget, old man, I grew up in the Kunlun faction, so I can guess that you're going to before you take off your pants, old man! Would I believe that you invited me to the Qin family this time just to be a guest? ”

"Hey......

Hearing Master Long's words, Qin Zongheng couldn't help but smile evilly at the success of the conspiracy, because he really didn't just invite Master Long to be a guest at home.

Qin Zongheng has been cultivating in the Kunlun Sect since he was a child, so he naturally understands Master Long's character, although he was very surprised that Master Long would accept his invitation to come to the Qin family, however, he didn't think about it, paused, and said to Master Long: "Uncle Long, it's not a secret, my nephew invited you down the mountain this time is indeed not just for guests......

After all, he was afraid of Uncle Long, so Qin Zongheng's tone of voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end, it seemed to be talking to himself, Qin Zongheng's voice was so small that even Qin Bufei, who was sitting next to him, didn't hear what he said in the end, but Uncle Long, who was sitting on the throne seven or eight steps away from Qin Zongheng, actually understood, you know, he is an old man who is more than thirty years older than Qin Bufei, and this year is already eighty-eight, the age of not being confused, the age of ancient rarity!

Uncle Long was a straightforward and anxious man, and after listening to Qin Zongheng's words, he simply picked out and said, "Hehe, since you are not a guest, then don't be a mother-in-law!" Hurry up, sue me, what do you want me to do for you, what good do I have? ”

Hearing Uncle Long's words, Qin Zongheng didn't hide it anymore, and said straight to the point: "Uncle Long, I want you to help me kill someone!" ”

"Is it the chill that has been in the limelight in Shangjing recently?"

After listening to Qin Zongheng's words, Uncle Long said in an unhurried tone: "As far as I know, this young man who came out of the cracks in the stone has recently made your Qin family jump, do you want me to help you kill him?" ”

"That's right!"

Seeing that Uncle Long actually knew about his grudge against Han Xin, Qin Zongheng hurriedly continued: "Uncle Long, I can assure you that Shennong Ding and Xuanyuan Sword are on that little mongrel, if you kill him, those two ancient artifacts will be yours!" ”

"Really?"

From the moment he entered the gate of the Qin family's villa, Uncle Long showed a style of not caring about anything, as if this tattered old beggar had the whole world, and the image was a little bit of a statement, that is, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the world! However, when he heard that Han Xin actually had two ancient artifacts in his hands, Shennong Ding and Xuanyuan Sword, he couldn't help but change his face slightly.

Although Master Long is old, his eyes are bright, especially at this moment, those powerful eyes seem to be constantly flashing with the essence of the Dao, like a sword and a sword.

But what does this look represent? Astound? Greedy? Or is it gratifying?

Qin Zongheng, Qin Bufei is the same as Qin Chuangshi.

Of course, no matter what Master Long's eyes represented at the moment, Qin Chuangshi had a feeling that Master Long, a bad old man, was definitely not as simple as a sloppy surface, he seemed to have a hidden Qiankun in his sleeves, and the sun and moon seemed to be in his chest......

In other words, Qin Chuangshi felt that Long Shibo was a very shrewd person, a calculating person, and unfortunately, Qin Chuangshi also belonged to this kind of person, but he didn't ask himself if he was as old and spicy as Long Shibo.

Smart people hate smart people, and Qin Chuangshi naturally hates the unpredictable Uncle Long, but it is precisely because he is smart that he chooses not to speak, after all, trouble comes from the mouth, and poisonous snakes often do not make a sound lightly.

Qin Zongheng obviously saw Master Long show such an unbelievable look for the first time, so he couldn't help but continue to say to Master Long when he was beating the drum in his heart: "Uncle Long, you don't seem to believe my words very much? I can really assure you that Shennong Ding and Xuanyuan Sword are on the body of that little bastard of Hanxin! As long as you kill him, the two worldly artifacts are yours! ”

"Uncle Long, to put it mildly, you have always been at odds with the master, if you have Shennong Ding and Xuanyuan Sword, are you afraid of the half-cut Seagod Needle in the hands of the master......"

"Little bastard, you shut up Lao Tzu, how can you talk casually about the matter between me and that old horseman?"

Without waiting for Qin Zongheng to finish speaking, Uncle Long suddenly scolded Qin Zongheng in an uncharacteristically cold voice, when he was angry, there seemed to be surging anger burning all over his body, like death, as strong as Qin Zongheng, he couldn't help but tremble in his soul.

"Smack!"

Qin Zongheng can endure Uncle Long, after all, he knows how terrible Master Long is, but Qin Bufei doesn't know that as a father, seeing that his son was scolded as a "little bastard", and in front of himself, Qin Bufei was furious, and immediately slapped hard on the tea table beside him.

Under the effect of true qi, the tea table collapsed quickly like a local chicken and a tile dog, and the teacups on the tea table fell to the ground as a result, clanging bells and shattering.

At the end, Qin Bufei stood up suddenly, and then glared coldly at Uncle Long, who was still holding Erlang's legs, and scolded angrily: "The surname Long, don't think that you can rely on the old man and sell the old ...... when you are old."

"Smack......

Before Qin Bufei finished speaking, he suddenly felt a dirty flip-flop smashing angrily in front of his eyes, and when he reacted, a bright red shoe print had been left on his face, and Qin Bufei, whose face was hot and painful, even felt a dizziness, as if he was motion sickness.

The next second, he sat back in his seat, stunned.

"Whew!"

Immediately after, Qin Bufei clearly felt that there was a strong wind in front of him, this strong wind was so violent that it was like a tsunami, and the fat on Qin Bufei's face was even blown out of shape.

By the time Qin Bufei reacted again, Uncle Long was already standing in front of him, the two of them looked at each other, Uncle Shi's eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, Qin Bufei was so frightened that he almost screamed.

Uncle Long, who was bent over and standing in front of Qin Bufei, had already put on the two slippers, God knows when he put on the slippers that smashed Qin Bufei's face, after all, less than a second had passed from the time he smashed the slippers to the time he threw them in front of Qin Bufei.

With such an unbelievable speed, even Qin Zongheng couldn't

Qin Chuangshi, who deliberately kept a low profile without saying a word, witnessed the method of Master Long just now, and then stood in front of Qin Bufei with his hands behind his back and stared at Uncle Long with Qin Bufei's big eyes, Qin Chuangshi couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "Master! Absolute masters! No wonder he can look at the world with nothing in his eyes! Because he does have such capital......"

Seeing that Uncle Long was already standing in front of Qin Bufei, and his eyes were emitting a faint cold light, Qin Zongheng was shocked, and hurriedly said, "Uncle, he is my father......"

"Of course I know he's your father!"

Without waiting for Qin Zongheng to finish speaking, Master Long, who was originally possessed and almost pressed on Qin Bufei's body, stood up straight leisurely, paused, he squinted at Qin Bufei, and then said in a playful tone: "If this dead fat man is not your father, just that moment of Lao Tzu is enough to make him die ten or twenty times!" ”

As he spoke, Master Long suddenly changed his words and said in a gloomy tone: "However, then again, the dead fat man has already eaten poison, and his life is short, even if Lao Tzu doesn't do it, he won't live long!" ”

"Huh?"

As soon as Uncle Long's words came out, not only Qin Bufei and Qin Zongheng, but even Qin Chuangshi couldn't sit still, and after a pause, Qin Chuangshi couldn't help but ask Uncle Long, saying, "Senior, don't you know what kind of poison my dad has?" ”

No wonder Qin Chuangshi was so surprised, after all, since the last time he coldly forced Qin Bufei to eat the nameless poison, Qin Chuangshi has been racking his brains to detoxify Qin Bufei these days, but what made him ashamed was that he couldn't even find out what kind of poison Qin Bufei was, let alone detoxify Qin Bufei.

The most critical point is that except for the three father and son of the Qin family who were cold-hearted, no one knew that Qin Bufei had eaten poison.

In this case, how did Uncle Long know that Qin Bufei had been poisoned?

Could it be that he could have been poisoned by just his eyes?

If that's the case, how good is his medical skills? If this is the case, then what is Qin Chuangshi, who is known as the "First Medical Saint" of Huaxia?

The more Qin Chuangshi thought about it, the more he felt that Master Long was terrifying, so without waiting for Master Long to reply, he hurriedly added: "Senior Long, you must have been poisoned by my father, right?" I hope you will save him! ”

While speaking, Qin Chuangshi actually got up directly, and then made a deep bow of ninety degrees in the direction of Master Long.

Seeing this, Qin Zongheng also hurriedly got up and bowed to Uncle Long.

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