Originally, Wu Shenghou had already sketched out the image in Long Xiaoqi's heart, no matter what, he had to be a big man in northern Shaanxi, even if he was old, he had to be the kind of old man who walked with the wind and could play with two iron courage in his hands, quite martial arts temperament.

But in front of him, he is an old farmer in northern Shaanxi, although he does not have a white towel on his head, the sheepskin shoulder he wears is genuine.

Around his face, facing the loess with his back to the sky, his hands look like they have been cultivated all year round, and there are big yellow teeth that he has smoked for I don't know how many years......

This is the Martial Saint Marquis?

It's so unexpected, it's obviously a bad old man.

But Xiaofeng said that he was a martial saint marquis, so he must not be wrong.

"You are the Martial Saint Marquis?" Long Xiaoqi's face was shocked, and the performance was drenched.

He turned every detail of his face into surprise, and he used his body language to tell the other person about his disbelief.

Other than that, he thought that Martial Shenghou must have a slightly smug expression because of his shock, but he was wrong.

Wu Shenghou ignored him at all, stretched out his rough right thumb, pressed it on the smoke pot, and took out a match to light the dry smoke.

It was as if he hadn't heard anything, as if Long Xiaoqi was a transparent person, and all the performances had no effect on him.

"Grandpa Martial Saint Hou!" Long Xiaoqi went from shock to ecstasy, he strode over, and shouted excitedly: "I can be regarded as having found you, I can be regarded as having found you!" ”

"What Martial Saint Marquis? The old man is not it, the old man, I will retire......"

"Let's go! Let's go! ”

Wu Shenghou smoked the dry smoke very loudly, and the green smoke kept rising from his mouth.

"I'm here to help Ping An pay back." Long Xiaoqi took out the sign of Ping An Hou, and took out another hundred and thirty yuan and handed it over.

His attitude was very, very respectful, and he couldn't wait to be respectful to the end.

Wu Shenghou was stunned, his cloudy eyes stared at the brand in Long Xiaoqi's hand, and he hadn't smoked for a long time.

There was a flash of regret and sadness in his eyes, and it was obvious that Ping An Hou was dead, and if he was still alive, he would not let others help him pay off his debts.

"Is it painful to die?" Wu Shenghou took a puff of his cigarette and asked.

"It's not painful." Long Xiaoqi replied.

Definitely not painful, the old immortal stayed at the center of the explosion, when the explosion came, he didn't feel any pain at all, and the whole person disappeared.

Therefore, it is not painful to walk away from old immortals.

"Let's go! Let's go! ”

Wu Shenghou took two heavy puffs, stretched out his rough hand and took the one hundred and thirty yuan in his arms.

"The money owed has been received, so let's go."

Wu Shenghou exhaled a puff of smoke, knocked his pipe on the sole of his shoe, and turned around and left.

There was not much expression in his furrowed face, and there was not much to see in those cloudy eyes.

At the age when he knows the destiny of heaven, life and death may become very faint.

"Martial Shenghou, in fact, I came to you for another matter." Long Xiaoqi came up and said, "Let's ...... this matter."

"You Gadoll, if you have something to say, just say it." Wu Shenghou put his hands behind his back and said, "I thought that this account was yellow, but it turned out that it was not yellow." Well, let's talk about it. But there are a lot of things I can't do, I'm old. ”

This is a friendship, and in the case of this debt coming back, Wu Shenghou is still easier to speak.

Long Xiaoqi took out the sign of Han Shuihou.

"Huh? Old Dragon, this old bastard is also dead? Martial Shenghou's face changed.

Maybe for him, it's okay for an old guy to die, but it's not so easy to accept when two old guys die.

There are only four of them in the whole country, the previous Marquis of Wen died early, and now he is waiting for death peacefully, and the Marquis of Hanshui ......

"Not dead, not dead, that's my ancestor." Long Xiaoqi bent down and smiled: "My ancestor gave me the Marquis of Han Shui, so I ......"

Wu Shenghou stopped and looked at Long Xiaoqi for a long time before shaking his head.

"Ga doll, you are not from the old Long family, don't lie to the old man."

When he said this, a sharp sword seemed to appear in Wu Shenghou's originally cloudy eyes, making it impossible to see the source at all, so he rushed over directly, taking Long Xiaoqi back a step back, and his whole scalp was numb.

Seriously, he was frightened at this moment, he didn't expect Martial Shenghou's eyes to be so sharp.

"I am from the old Long family, and my grandfather's name is Long Yichen." Long Xiaoqi whispered.

Hearing this name, Wu Shenghou smiled.

"Hahahaha...... This old bastard, hahahaha...... drove the best son away, and finally passed the seat to Yichen's grandson, hahaha...... Old bastard! ”

Wu Shenghou knew those things in the past very clearly, his memory was very good, and he knew that Long Xiaoqi was not from the old Long family, but he didn't expect that this was Long Yichen's grandson who was kicked out of the house back then.

Of course he had to laugh at the ancestor of the Long family.

"Uh...... I still have this. Long Xiaoqi took out another wooden sign, which was Wen Zhonghou's sign.

Wu Shenghou stopped laughing, he felt that Long Xiaoqi was playing tricks.

First he waited for peace, then he was the Marquis of Han Shui, and now he has become the Marquis of Wenzhong...... He took all three positions?

"Your Ga doll is interesting, interesting." Martial Shenghou nodded.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Actually, I'm here to ......" Long Xiaoqi accompanied the smiling face, and his waist arched lower.

It's humility, it's his way of dealing with people.

In the face of an old man who is old, of course, you have to be humble, and when you talk to others, you have to lower your posture.

This is called respecting the old and loving the young, which is the fine tradition of the Chinese nation.

But just as he was accompanied by a smiling face, Wu Shenghou smoked a cigarette stick on his head.

"Bang!"

The voice was dull, and Long Xiaoqi grinned at once, and his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all, so he was drawn solidly.

"What are you doing?" Long Xiaoqi covered his head and shouted.

The head that was hit by the cigarette stick was swollen and did not bleed, but it puffed up a very big bag, and it hurt to drill the heart.

"Huh!"

Wu Shenghou smoked another cigarette stick and smashed it on Long Xiaoqi's back.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

Long Xiaoqi was directly smashed down, he had a feeling of being hit by a boulder, and his entire chest was churning.

He still wanted to hide, but he still couldn't.

"Grandpa Martial Shenghou...... What are you doing here? Long Xiaoqi struggled to get up, with a pitiful face.

However, Wu Shenghou didn't say a word and continued to wave his cigarette stick.

This time, Long Xiaoqi was careful and quickly dodged.

But he dodged quickly, and the cigarette stick, which didn't seem to be very fast, seemed to ignore his speed and struck again.

"Bang!"

"Ahh ……”

The scream came from Long Xiaoqi's mouth, and he was knocked on his fingers, and his ten fingers were connected to his heart.

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

"Huh!"

"Bang!"

“……”

A terrifying scene appeared, Long Xiaoqi, who had long since recovered to his peak state, was like a poor dog who couldn't run away, and was forced to lie to the ground by a cigarette stick of Wu Shenghou.

Long Xiaoqi was going crazy, he couldn't hide from it no matter what.

……

(End of chapter)