When Liang Ziweng vomited blood, the initiator Wan Yankang's blood surged.

He saw the snake basket last night, and he wanted to take the basket away, but after thinking about it carefully, he still had to make the appearance of the big snake escaping by itself. So he grabbed the seven inches of the big snake, knocked over the snake basket, and specially left a gap enough for the snake to enter and exit before going out.

After covering up the crime scene, Wan Yankang returned to his room as soon as he slipped away, gave this baby snake that Liang Ziweng had raised for 20 years a knife, and took a few big bowls to catch blood. The big snake was in pain and struggled desperately, but Wan Yankang was lucky, pinched his head and tail and was almost motionless, and took three bowls until the last drop was almost dripping, and the big snake was no longer moving, so Wan Yankang threw the big snake aside.

This big snake is worthy of being a treasure raised with many medicinal materials, although the blood released is a little fishy, but more is the sweet fragrance of medicinal materials. Wan Yankang poured all the three bowls of snake blood while it was hot, and licked the bottom of the bowl.

After a few large bowls of snake blood, I felt that the abdomen began to heat up, and the feeling of warmth quickly developed into a fire. Wan Yankang was taken aback, and said in his heart that this snake blood was so powerful, so he hurriedly sat down cross-legged and began to refine the snake blood.

Although the snake blood is fierce, Liang Ziweng expects to be able to stand it, and it is not a problem to finish Yan Kang, after running the Jiuyang Divine Skill for a week, the burning sensation in the abdomen will go to a small half, and after three weeks, the restless snake blood in the abdomen will no longer be a problem, only the feeling of warmth remains.

Wan Yankang stood up, his face was overjoyed, this Liang Ziweng was really an excellent logistics minister, and this big snake saved him at least two years of hard work.

Originally, although the four volumes of his Jiuyang Divine Skill had been completed, he had only just opened up the Twelve Canons, but it was only a small success.

In this river and lake, those who can cultivate their internal strength to the twelve serious and all-round people can be regarded as second-rate masters. After the twelve canons are all passed, it is still necessary to accumulate internal strength until the major meridians are full, which can be regarded as a first-class master.

Only a first-class master, full of twelve serious internal forces, is expected to break through the level of the second pulse of this governor and reach the realm of the top master.

After Yan Kang opened up the twelve canons, it was not long in time, if he was purely full of internal strength, he was actually not as good as Ouyang Ke and others, but the Jiuyang Divine Skill he had practiced had recovered at great speed, and the effect of fighting was another story.

It's just that no matter how magical Jiuyang's divine skills are, the accumulation of internal force still takes a lot of water grinding effort, and Wan Yankang predicted that it would take at least three or five years to open up the second pulse of Rendu from the full internal force. As soon as this snake's blood melted, he immediately saved most of his time, which made him dislike.

After the three bowls of snake blood dissolved, he heard the sound of a rooster crowing outside, and after Yan Kang cleaned up the remaining traces in the room, he took the snake corpse and a sword to the martial arts training ground, first practiced a set of true swordsmanship, and then pretended to create a scene of being attacked by a big snake and then killing back.

Poor serpent, he died twice a day.

When Yan Kang called his subordinates and called the cook, the snake corpse was already a little hard. If this cook is a scheming person, he will suspect that there must be something strange about this snake that the little prince just killed, how can there be a wound that freezes after dying for a while, not to mention that there is not much blood on the ground.

Although Wan Yankang said that he was making a play, after all, he was in the palace, and the play was just for Liang Ziweng to listen to later, if these subordinates felt that there was something strange, they would not have thought of these many twists and turns.

Even if there is a smart one who wants to understand the truth inside, will he still come out to testify against the little prince.

instructed the good cook to use this big snake to cook a pot of good meat, and after finishing Yankang, he ran out of the palace and went to the inn to visit Yang Tiexin and the others.

On this day, Wan Yan Honglie wanted to continue to entertain all the masters, but when he was tossed by Liang Ziweng like this, he wanted to go out to visit his friends and let Wan Yan Kang preside over the reception.

This kid, in addition to going to the Divine Soldier Base on weekdays, doesn't like to fool around, and his behavior in the past two days is a little strange. Wan Yan Honglie thought so, so he summoned the guards who followed Wan Yan Kang yesterday and asked what was going on.

When the guard heard the prince ask, he immediately poured beans like a bamboo tube, and painted the story of yesterday's martial arts competition, and when he said that Wan Yan Kang was full of might, and when Wan Yan Caigao and a group of followers beat him, he couldn't help but dance a little bit.

After listening to Yan Honglie, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "My brother Wang is also a godson, and he was happy when he was young, and ordinary people didn't dare to mess with him, but I didn't expect to bump into Kang'er's hands again." ”

When the guards heard this, they responded again and again: "Yesterday, the two fathers and daughters were helpless, and when others heard that it was the son of King Yan, they didn't dare to make a noise, and the little prince was the one who lost." ”

Wanyan Honglie asked again: "What is the appearance of the woman who put down the martial arts competition to recruit relatives?" ”

The guard said: "According to the villain, that woman is good-looking, has a good figure, and has practiced martial arts, which is a little different from the average woman who grows up in the boudoir." ”

After Yan Honglie listened, he asked the guard to go back, and when he left, he specially ordered that the events of the past two days should not be talked about to the outside world.

After the guards left, Wan Yan Honglie took out a bottle of good wine that had been treasured for a long time in the study, poured himself a drink, and showed a mysterious smile on his face from time to time. Kang'er has been sensible since she was a child, both civil and military, and she has one thing, which has made her a little worried in the past two years.

The princes and grandsons of other people's families, when they were young, there were a few people who did not fight chickens and dogs and bullied men and women.

Even when I was a teenager, didn't I have some romantic years?

The son of an ordinary prince and minister, when he is sixteen or seventeen years old, the family has to start to get married, even if he doesn't meet a suitable girl, he should marry two concubines first, and he should spread out. In the past two years, Kang'er's body and bones have grown, but he has not been half interested in any woman, even these maids in the house, and he has never seen any of them.

Every time he thinks of this, Wanyan Honglie is a little worried, although he heard that his son has practiced some kind of Lao Shizi's kung fu, and he can't break his body before he becomes a big man. But after Wanyan Honglie thought about it, what did it matter if he didn't practice Lao Shizi's kung fu, did he really have to rely on this martial art, and he couldn't go to the battlefield every day.

Marrying more wives and concubines and spreading more branches and leaves is the right way!

In the past two days, Wanyan Kang's behavior has been abnormal, and after Wanyan Honglie thinks about it, it must be his own child who fell in love with the girl who recruited relatives in the martial arts competition yesterday.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was like that, Kang'er had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he didn't like those delicate and powerless women.

Although this woman was born in a reckless family and couldn't be a wife, it didn't hurt to be a concubine first.

Just thinking that the guards said that there was a country boy who also came forward yesterday and was placed in the inn together, after Yan Honglie's mind turned a few times, he had a plan......

Wan Yankang had already arrived at the inn to greet Yang Tiexin and a few people at this time, and before the meal was reached, Wan Yankang asked the store to make a pot of tea, took some peanuts and melon seeds, candied fruits, and took them to the private room on the second floor.

Mu Nianci glanced at Wan Yankang from time to time, this little prince was completely different from the rich and noble children he saw when he walked the rivers and lakes in the past. He spoke in a friendly manner, without any shelf, even if he was dressed up, it was also extremely simple, only wearing a white brocade robe, without those bells and whistles.

Which teenager is not in love, which girl is not pregnant.

Yesterday, Mu Nianci sat in the inn room, and he was already thinking crankily in his heart.

After dinner last night, Yang Tiexin specially pulled Mu Nianci to the room and asked, "Daughter, this little prince of Zhao Wangfu is probably in love with you, so he is so polite to stay here with us, and this inn is not allowed to greet other guests." ”

Mu Nianci blushed and said, "Daddy, look at what you said, people haven't said a word, just guess here." ”

Yang Tiexin laughed: "Your father has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and this can still be seen, this little prince's character and martial arts are all excellent, if my son allows him, he must not be able to stand the grievances." ”

Speaking of this, Yang Tiexin sighed: "But there is an old saying that is as good as the old saying, once you enter the Houmen, it is as deep as the sea, and marrying into the palace is completely different from ordinary people." Don't say anything else, you must not be able to be a wife, daughter, be a concubine, are you willing? After saying this, Yang Tiexin sighed again and went back to the room.

When Mu Nianci heard this, he thought about it and couldn't sleep all night.

After thinking about it all night, Mu Nianci had already made up his mind, although he was a son of the rivers and lakes and his background was not high, he would never want to be a concubine.

But when Yan Kang greeted a few of her people to drink tea and eat fruit so gently and gently, her heart shook again.

Mu Nianci was thinking nonsense here, but Wan Yankang's mind was almost not on her, except for the polite greetings at the beginning, he had a good conversation with Yang Tiexin and Guo Jing.

"Uncle Mu, you have been wandering around with Sister Nianci all these years, and you don't know how to come here." Looking at Yang Tiexin's face full of vicissitudes, Wan Yankang felt a trace of remorse in his heart, if only he had found a way to find him earlier, he could also enjoy his happiness as soon as possible.

Yang Tiexin smiled indifferently: "I'm a rude man, I have a lot of martial arts, and I can eat a mouthful of food, where to stay is not to wait." It's just that my daughter has been adrift with me since she was a child. ”

Speaking of emotion, Yang Tiexin's eyes were a little moist, and he couldn't help touching Mu Nianci's head.

Mu Nianci's eyes turned red, and he took Yang Tiexin's hand and said, "My daughter follows her father, and she is happy wherever she goes." ”

Wan Yankang saw that this topic was easy to be sentimental, so he quickly changed the topic and asked Guo Jing: "Brother Guo, you said that you are from Mongolia, but you have a Jiangnan accent, which is also strange." ”

Guo Jing replied in a rough voice: "My mother is from the south. ”

Wan Yankang naturally knew Guo Jing's origin, but he was just looking for a conversation, and with this conversation, he began to ask about Guo Jing's situation in Mongolia. The meaning of Wan Yankang's cliché was actually to probe Guo Jing's tone and want to know the battle damage between Temujin and Wang Han after the war.

How do you know that Guo Jing has no idea how many soldiers and horses Temujin has under his command and how many battle losses he has lost, but he only knows that there are countless soldiers and horses under the command of the Great Khan, but he still did not win against Wang Han, and many soldiers died in vain.

"I must practice kung fu and go back to help the Great Khan kill Wang Han." Guo Jing clenched his fists, waved them in the air, and said fiercely.