However, it was said that Lei Heng and Zhu Tong were provocative in the natural residence, and they were both defeated by Liang Wenzhen, but they did not know Liang Wenzhen without fighting. Liang Wenzhen said goodbye to the two and led a group of people out, but saw that someone used Liang Wenzhen's lower link to receive a reward from the shopkeeper, and the crowd was indignant, but Liang Wenzhen carelessly. Unconsciously at night, Liang Wen really wanted to rest, but he heard a rapid knock on the door.

Liang Wenzhen got up and went to open the door with his shoes on. But I wondered who the person was coming. Before Liang Wenzhen opened the door, there was a burst of aroma, wafting in, which was refreshing. Liang Wen really felt that the taste was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The wind was blowing outside, and when the door opened, the smell was fragrant and the clothes were fluttering. Liang Wenzhen was in a trance for a while, and when he looked at it, it was Hua Sumei. I saw her eyebrows lightly drawn, apricot eyes with rain, pink face and red lips, white teeth like snow, green silk was stirred by the wind, and this flower-like face was set off a little ethereal.

As soon as she saw Liang Wenzhen open the door, Hua Sumei fell into Liang Wenzhen's arms, tears couldn't help but fall, and her words seemed to be tactful: "Childe, son, the slave family misses you so much." Liang Wenzhen's face was red, he smiled awkwardly, and said, "When we meet all day, why do you still think about me?" As he spoke, he moved Hua Sumei in his arms and closed the door.

"A group of people go all the way, and the son is like a morning glory Vega, 'Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent'. It's so close at hand, as far away as the end of the world. Hua Sumei pear blossoms with rain, soft voice, like a clear spring murmuring, said, "Every time I want to flirt with my son's eyebrows, my son can't see the slave family." There is always a kind of snubbing in the slave family. ”

"What's that?" Liang Wenzhen was a little distressed when he heard this, and said, "Su Mei, you have always been in my heart, how can you be indifferent?" How can you say that it is neglected? You must not be so suspicious. Sleeping in the open along the way, full of dangers, where can I take care of the personal feelings of my children? ”

"Isn't this journey for the sake of children's personal feelings?" Hua Sumei said angrily, the vinegar was diffuse, and she was slightly gloomy. When Liang Wenzhen heard this, his face immediately sank, let go of Hua Sumei, walked to the bed, and lay down.

Hua Sumei realized that she had lost her words, and her heart couldn't help but tighten, and she stepped forward with a red face, leaning over to face Liang Wenzhen. Liang Wenzhen turned her face away and ignored her, Hua Sumei took off her shoes, turned over on the bed, put her face on Liang Wenzhen's chest, and said with a crying voice: "The slave family has a hard life, she has been abducted since she was a child, and she has fallen into the Qinglllou, and she is almost an adult who is a woman in the Qinglllou." Finally looking forward to the wishful husband, do not seek fame, do not seek favor, but wish to love each other, how did the son's heart suffer this catastrophe, and the slave family will also be displaced. The grievances in my heart, how can I understand the son? ”

Seeing that Liang Wenzhen was unmoved, he said: "The slave's parents died early, and the brothers are like yellow cranes. If the son dislikes, the slave family will have nothing to love in this life, and would rather die in the wilderness, be satisfied with the beast, and no longer add a trace of trouble. Woo......"

When it comes to emotion, sobbing is like rain. Liang Wenzhen's heart softened when he heard this, and his hand was raised unconsciously, and finally he caressed Hua Sumei's soft green silk and snow-white jade neck, gradually becoming confused in the bursts of fragrance.

"Su Mei." Liang Wenzhen called and gradually became a moan. When Hua Sumei heard this, she couldn't help but be paralyzed, climbing up in a daze, her cheeks were together, her limbs were gently caressed, and her tongues were intertwined. Hua Sumei stretched out her hand weakly, pulled the silver hook, the curtain hung lightly, the clothes flew out, and the red candle reflected a pair of figures, entangled on the curtain, with wheezing and moaning, which was particularly fragrant.

I don't realize that it has been a few times, and Liang Wenzhen is still like a tiger cow. Hua Sumei couldn't bear it, and said to him: "Son, enough is enough." Liang Wenzhen said softly: "Is it really enough, or is it fake enough?" As he spoke, he hugged Hua Sumei tightly, and his lips gently slid on Hua Sumei's ice muscles, Hua Sumei moaned softly, and Liang Wenzhen became more and more powerful.

"That's enough," Hua Sumei said angrily, "otherwise Ming'er's slave family won't be able to get up." Liang Wenzhen thought about it, he practiced all day long, and his recipes were exquisite, although he was strong and strong, but Hua Sumei was a weak woman, how could she afford it; In addition, such an addiction will definitely damage the body and mind and vent the true anger. Because of the clouds and rain, he fell asleep with Hua Sumei.

Hua Sumei saw that Liang Wenzhen finally stopped, but she was relaxed but had a trace of loss, hugging Liang Wenzhen, full of joy. In the eyes of women, there is nothing happier in the world than this, lingering with the most beloved man**, and then hugging and sleeping.

After the third watch, Liang Wenzhen felt a little urinating, so he got up and went out to relieve himself. Passing through the backyard, Liang Wenzhen heard the sound of rustling and cracking, and looked up, only to see a black shadow flashing behind the shadows of the trees. Liang Wen was really curious, so he stepped forward lightly and skillfully, wanting to find out.

It is the night moon is bright, and the stars are sparse. Liang Wenzhen took advantage of Qinghui and saw that there was a person practicing kung fu in the backyard. With his light body, swift movements, and fierce moves, Liang Wenzhen felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity at first glance. Thinking about it, Liang Wenzhen immediately felt creepy: The number of punches and kicks is weird, isn't it just the attack characteristics of Wing Chun?

Although the moonlight was clear, due to the distance, Liang Wenzhen couldn't really see who this person was. Liang Wenzhen expected that he would be so familiar with his kung fu that he could come up with a crack move, and he must be a companion along the way. Thinking of the frightened running of the horses that day, the horseman's swift skill, flexible adaptability, and dodging when asked about his skills, Liang Wenzhen guessed that this person was the coachman.

I saw the man do a few backflips, standing on the ground, just in the middle of the courtyard, and the moonlight sprinkled on his face. Liang Wenzhen tried hard to move forward, trying to see clearly, but he was only in a trance, and he could vaguely see the outline, and his figure was indeed a little similar to the coachman. At this moment, there was a stumbling in the bushes, and the man was startled and said, "Who?" Liang Wenzhen's head tightened, holding his breath and not moving.

"Meow Meow ······" There was a cat's meow, and the man breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave the backyard. Liang Wenzhen got up, only then did he feel that the urge to urinate was very strong, and he was uncomfortable, so he walked quickly to the toilet.

A little relief, the whole body is unobstructed. Liang Wenzhen walked back and wondered: Is the person just now the coachman? If so, what is his true identity? What is the purpose of the disguise? The last incident when the horse was frightened, it can be seen that he seems to be intent on protecting Pan Jinlian. So who instructed him to do this, and why did he do this?

Liang Wenzhen became more and more unable to figure it out, only to feel that his head was in chaos. Zheng Duyu was ordered to be imprisoned, but his favorite concubine, who regarded Pan Jinlian as a threat, secretly arranged to kill Pan Jinlian on the way; And the coachman was dressed in disguise, but he came to protect Pan Jinlian. Do you know each other? What does it matter?

Unconsciously returned to the room, Liang Wenzhen closed the door and went to bed. Lying on the bed, a sense of crisis invaded again. It seems that he has fallen into a war of wits and courage, and all kinds of troubles, difficulties, and dangers have followed. It's barely coping now, and I don't know what kind of experience will happen in the future, and what to do.

It's better to practice kung fu and be prepared. Liang Wen thought from the bottom of his heart, because of a wry smile, he straightened out the quilt, covered his head and fell asleep, preparing to start tomorrow and step up his martial arts practice.

As soon as the second day dawned, Liang Wenzhen had already gotten up. Looking at Hua Sumei, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, Liang Wenzhen affectionately kissed her on the forehead, tidied up her clothes, and was about to go out. I thought to myself, I must make myself strong so that I can get mixed up in this troubled world, so that I can protect my woman and take care of my brother.

Getting up early in the morning to practice martial arts is Liang Wenzhen's long-term habit, but today he is extremely nervous. It seems that it was because of the scene he inadvertently saw last night that once again prompted Liang Wenzhen's sense of crisis. He walked out quickly, and before he knew it, he had arrived at a wooded area. That's the advantage of staying in a slightly remote inn, where it's easy to find a place for morning exercise.

Dense forests, dawn dew and cold. Liang Wenzhen shuddered unconsciously, took out a small ball from his sleeve, and muttered: "If it is in the basement of Yanggu Mansion, it is excellent to bounce this small ball back with the help of the stone wall." Now in this forest, there is some confusion about what to do. ”

Liang Wen really sighed, but saw a stone tablet in front of him, more than one person high, and the handwriting on it was no longer clear, but the surface was quite smooth. Liang Wenzhen smiled and nodded, stepped back, threw the ball hard at the stone tablet, and bounced the ball back with the stone. At the beginning, the ball was always running around, and Liang Wenzhen had to pick it up. After going back and forth, Liang Wenzhen figured out the temperament of the ball, and he was able to catch it easily, and slowly the number of mistakes became less and less.

After practicing for a while, Liang Wenzhen became more and more handy, and he didn't realize that he had completely tamed the ball. The ball is made of sheepskin, which is a masterpiece that Bai Yujiao spent several nights and painstakingly worked, and the blood was naturally sucked by mosquitoes. In order to inflate the inside, Liang Wenzhen put a lot of effort into making the ball slightly more elastic. Liang Wen really thought: Bruce Lee's move can not only practice strength, but also practice reactions, which is really excellent. In my heart, I remembered Bruce Lee's many ways to practice his legs and feet: one foot is independent, the other foot is stretched vertically forward, and the weight is hung.

"If you catch a small ball while hanging a heavy object on your feet, wouldn't it be better to practice your hands and feet at the same time, and you can also enhance the coordination of your hands and feet?" Liang Wenzhen muttered to himself. Remembering that there are no heavy objects to hang, first strike a pose. Unexpectedly, the stretching feeling on his legs was already obvious, so Liang Wenzhen decided not to add weight to the object first, but to come little by little.

made up his mind, and Liang Wenzhen did the same. One kick is independent, throws the ball, bounces back and catches. Before I knew it, the sun had gone up, and the crystal dew reflected the sunlight, and my eyes were full of bright and shining.

Liang Wenzhen walked back, but he was thinking about the mysterious coachman, and if he didn't figure out the identity of this person, it would always be like a time bomb. The side of the couch does not allow others to sleep soundly, the enemy is dark and I am always in danger, the so-called gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, and must find a way to solve this matter.

Liang Wenzhen has some way to remove the mines buried around him, and listen to the next decomposition.