"I'm coming to your brother-in-law—"

When He Qizheng squinted at the scarlet carriage sitting on the scarlet carriage, it was Yin Zhiping, and he suddenly felt that his lungs were about to explode:

Yin Zhiping, you are really the goods that were struck by lightning! The "Sister Rong" of the master in Zhangjiakou was stirred up by you, and I haven't even seen a shadow until now!

When I finally avoided you and came to the Jin Kingdom and wanted to take Mu Nianci as my wife, you brought an irrelevant person to make trouble-say, are you a tease invited by a monkey?!

Seeing that the pale yellow figure fell on the grass platform, He Qizheng recognized this guy at a glance as Feng Qinghou, the dead sissy who was talking to Yin Zhiping in Zhangjiakou-

Although He Qizheng had already learned from Yin Zhiping that he was a "Golden Sword Scholar", he still asked coldly: "Who are you?" ”

"Feng Qinghou, a scholar in the lower golden sword, is willing to marry Ling Qianjin as his wife!" , Feng Qinghou didn't look at how righteous he was, and bowed to Yang Tiexin by himself.

"This ......", Yang Tiexin was dumbfounded, he had been going south and north to set up a ring to recruit relatives for more than half a year, and he had never encountered such a rarity as today: riding the dragon and fast son-in-law, either there is no one, or there are three of them!!

Moreover, if you look closely, the three people on this grass platform are all rare young heroes in the world: how handsome they are, Yang Huizhi is handsome, Feng Qinghou is handsome, and they are dragons among people, but they have their own merits!

"So you're the Golden Sword Scholar?" , Yang Huizhi put away the folding fan, looked at Feng Qinghou a few times, and said with a slight fist: "Finish retreating under the door of the lower Quanzhen Sect Hill!" ”

"Isn't the Quanzhen Sect a bunch of stinky Taoists? How could there be a golden apprentice?! Feng Qinghou frowned slightly, glanced at Yin Zhiping, and asked pretendly.

Yang Huizhi had already seen Yin Zhiping in the carriage at this time, smiled slightly, and replied: "Whether it is a Jin person or a Han person, everyone is a family!"

Moreover, the Quanzhen Sect strictly abides by the doctrine of 'quiet and inaction, and there is no class in teaching', so why not accept me as a beginner? ”

"Hmm." , Feng Qinghou replied casually, and then ignored Yang Huizhi, a pair of good-looking star eyes glanced at Mu Nianci unscrupulously, and the latter's hair stood up and his back was cold.

"In the next medicine sword double Guo-", He Qizheng was unwilling to be ignored, and raised his hand to report to his home.

"Not interested!" , Feng Qinghou interrupted He Qizheng's words lightly, and turned to Yang Tiexin and said: "Senior Mu, I fell in love with Ling Qianjin at the first sight of her!" I think this is God's fate! ”

“！！！” , how angry, what kind of bullshit Golden Sword scholar, did you deliberately come to smash my field and rob my wife?!

"Feng Gongzi, forgive the villain, just now the little girl has already chosen a good match, so-", Yang Tie thought about it, but still felt how pleasing to the eye, handsome and tall, and a manlike body!

Although the other two sons are better than He Qizheng, they always feel that the two of them do not have that obvious masculinity, and are more feminine, which is not very suitable for their little girl Nianci.

"It doesn't count just now!" , Feng Qinghou raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Whether it is the Jin Kingdom or the Song Kingdom, if I say that it doesn't count, it doesn't count!" ”

"Hiss-", everyone under the grass platform gasped, and suddenly understood in their hearts: this "Golden Sword Scholar Feng Qinghou" obviously came to slap the faces of the two people just now, and what he said was almost exactly the same as theirs!!

"Feng Qinghou!" , Yang Huizhi's face changed, and he said coldly: "Don't think that you are the apprentice of the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master, so you can spread wild here?!" ”

"Phew, what if this son is wild today? How can you do me?! Feng Qinghou obviously didn't take Yang Huizhi in his eyes, and his words were full of contempt.

"You!!" , Yang Huizhi's right hand turned into a palm and wanted to make a move, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, so he finally withdrew his palm knife and said coldly:

"Although our Quanzhen Sect is not afraid of your Peach Blossom Island, I don't want to be your enemy because of a rural village girl! So, here you go! ”

After speaking, Yang Huizhi was about to leave, but he was blocked by He Qizheng, and his face suddenly turned grim and asked, "What are you doing?!" ”

"Beat you!" , He Qizheng said, his hands turned into fists and hit Yang Huizhi's shoulder with the Nanshan palm technique "Iron Lock Hengjiang", and his right foot suddenly hooked forward and kicked the latter's crotch-

"Shameless!" , Yang Huizhi's figure turned, and he had already come to He Qizheng's side, and slapped the latter's lower abdomen with his backhand, this move was the Quanzhen Sect's frost-breaking and ice-breaking palm method "Lying on Ice and Seeking Carp".

He Qizheng only felt the cool breeze in his lower abdomen, and immediately turned around, facing Yang Huizhi head-on, slapped out his right palm, and pressed it with the most fierce move of Nanshan's palm technique, "splitting the mountain to save the mother".

"Poof!"

Yang Huizhi and He Qizheng separated their palms, and the two of them retreated backwards under the majestic palm wind, only to see Yang Huizhi swept three or four steps, and He Qizheng retreated seven or eight steps before he could stabilize his body!

"It's all about internal strength! Who are you? Don't even I recognize it?! Yang Huizhi realized that it was the true internal force, but when the latter was a new disciple of the mountain gate and didn't know him, he opened his mouth and asked.

"What is the old urchin Zhou Botong taught?" , He Qizheng put the faintly painful right palm behind him, and his face was dark: because he already understood from the palm just now that Yang Huizhi's internal strength was too much higher than himself!

"Humph!" , Yang Huizhi didn't believe in He Qizheng's rhetoric at all, because he knew that the Quanzhen Sect had a wonderful uncle Zhou Botong, but the latter had been missing for decades and his life and death were unknown, so how could he teach others martial arts?

"Senior Brother Yang, please stop!" , Yin Zhiping also rushed over and bowed to Yang Huizhi.

"Zhiping, who the hell is he?" , Yang Huizhi asked.

"Senior Brother Yang...... He is Guo Juxia! Yin Zhiping hesitated for a moment and replied honestly.

"You are Guo Juxia?" , Yang Huizhi was obviously a little stunned, but soon he looked up to the sky and laughed, then looked at He Qizheng and shook his head again and again, didn't care about anything more, and led Jin Bing to leave.

He Qizheng sighed, he knew that Yang Huizhi had surpassed him in martial arts, so after learning his identity, the latter would be stunned, laugh, and finally shake his head and leave, obviously feeling too surprised and ridiculous......

"What is he laughing at?" , Feng Qinghou obviously didn't know what was going on, and asked Yin Zhiping.

"This matter is ......a long story", Yin Zhiping said, concisely telling Feng Qinghou the reason for the "Jiaxing Drunken Immortal Building Competition", the latter listened to it, and said with a dumb smile: "It turns out that you are that Guo Juxia?!" ”

"What? Have you also heard of the master's name? He Qizheng asked angrily.

"Of course!" , Feng Qinghou suddenly came over, patted He Qizheng's arm familiarly, and said with a smile: "I also bet a thousand taels of silver on you - bet on you to win!" ”

"What?" , He Qizheng frowned, looked at Yin Zhiping, and asked, "Old Yin, what's going on?" ”

"This ......", Yin Zhiping hesitated for a long time before telling He Qizheng, it turned out that his competition with Yang Huizhi had been told to the entire Jianghu by the Quanzhen Sect-

All factions of the martial arts regard this matter as another martial arts prosperity in addition to the "Huashan Sword", so the country's largest "Silver Hook Gambling House" sits in the state to set up a handicap, with the "Jiaxing Competition" as the gambling game, who buys and loses who wins!

"So, who do they like?" , He Qizheng asked with a cold face.

"As of a month ago, Buy Senior Brother Yang wins, Brother Guo loses, the odds are 50:1, Buy Senior Brother Yang and Brother Guo tie, 1:20, Buy Senior Brother Yang loses, Brother Guo wins, 1:30." , Yin Zhiping snorted.

"What the hell are these old bastards...... Why do you look down on the master?! He Qizheng scolded secretly.

"Guo Juxia, are you thinking, 'Why does no one look down on you on the rivers and lakes?'" , Feng Qinghou suddenly asked.

"Yes! Why?! ”

"Because Yang Huizhi is the great disciple of the world's largest sect, the Quanzhen Sect, and he is also the son of Wanyan Honglie, the king of Zhao of the Jin Kingdom! Who in the world dares to provoke, and who in the world dares to let him lose?

On the contrary, it's you, just a rising grass people! The master is no longer in the stream, how powerful can the apprentice be? Still want to compete with the little prince? Do you think it's worthy? ”

"I'm not worthy—who deserve?! This group of dogs said, the master must let them lose so much that they don't even have pants left!! ”

He Qizheng scolded secretly, saw that he found the only 250 taels of silver left on his body, handed it to Yin Zhiping and said: "Help me bet all, bet on me to win!" ”

At this moment, a gust of wind tightened, and snowflakes fell from the sky, and many of the idlers cried out: "It's snowing, it's snowing!" ”

When Yang Tiexin saw it, he hurriedly asked Mu Nianci to pull out the pennant and collect the spear, and led the "son-in-law" He Qizheng back to the Gaosheng Inn on West Street......

That Feng Qinghou wanted to follow, so he followed with Yin Zhiping and Taohong in a carriage, and stayed at the Gaosheng Inn together......