"Sir."

A chorus of shouts woke up Wang Qing, who was out of his mind.

"Oh, uh, okay. That, don't call the master, call, call the child. ”

Wang Qing, who is not used to feudal dross, is quite disgusted with the master, but he doesn't know what to call it, so he can't call him Taoist.

"Go around your new home and see what you lack. That, you're Chunlan, right? You are in charge of the money and responsible for the family. Look at what is missing, go to Chunlan to get money and buy it. Okay, let's go. ”

The subordinates were familiar with the way to tidy up, but the four maids followed Wang Qing step by step.

Wang Qinggang sat down in the middle hall.

Serve tea immediately, boil water, fan fan, not to mention, this kind of rotten life seems to be quite refreshing.

"Childe, the small river in front of our door leads directly to the West Lake. If the son is interested, he can rent a painting boat and roam the West Lake. ”

When Wang Qing heard this, he was very excited.

On the West Lake, a large painting boat quietly moves slowly with the waves.

Mei Lan Zhuju holds Yaoqin, Gonghou, flute, and Yuxiao, playing a soft and ethereal song.

Wang Qing listened attentively, drew his sword and stood on the bow of the boat, and danced wantonly.

More excited than Wang Qing is Xiao Wu. I already like water, but unfortunately I followed Wang Qing, and I haven't seen a river since I was born.

After a little adaptation, the instinct is awakened, and it shuttles tirelessly against the surface of the lake.

There are many painting boats on the West Lake, but under the control of the experienced old captain, they are all quite far from each other.

From the moment Wang Qing started to dance the sword, his keen sense felt that several eyes fell on him.

A few of them were swept away at a glance, but three others were staring at Wang Qing.

Wang Qing was stared at and annoyed, Lao Tzu is not a play, and he will watch it endlessly.

Immediately put away the sword, and bent his finger on the broken star.

Bite~

A melodious sword roar rippled with a deep true qi.

The three eyes immediately retracted. Jianghu martial arts, strength is respected, and if you don't show your strength, how can you deter Xiaoxiao.

The fun is over, eating the small dishes made by the chef with the lake, drinking the flower carvings for more than ten years, and the painting boat embarks on the way home with the sunset.

For several days in a row, Wang Qing lingered in the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, as if he had forgotten his purpose.

On this day, Wang Qing led Meilan Zhuju to boat on the West Lake as usual.

After a few days of contact, the girls have no initial estrangement towards Wang Qing, and they are a lot more generous in their words and deeds, although it is still difficult to get rid of the servility in their hearts.

Wang Qing was tasting the West Lake Longjing, and at the same time talking about the rivers and lakes with the girls, which caused a burst of exclamations.

The atmosphere is not harmonious.

But there are those who can't open their eyes.

A simple bamboo raft gradually approached the painting boat.

Wang Qing's heart moved, took the bait?

A graceful figure in plain clothes and light yarn jumped up from the bamboo raft and landed lightly on the painting boat.

Seeing the fluttering light skill, Wang Qing's heart was half cold.

Sure enough, the woman stood steady, opened her mouth and fell away.

"Wang Qing, you bastard. Xue Lei said that you are going to travel the world and pursue the pinnacle of swordsmanship. A group of us still admires the five-body throw. A few days ago, I heard from people in the sect that there was a prodigal son from Kunlun who traveled to the West Lake with beauty. I said it couldn't be you, but I didn't expect it. ”

"Oh, Fluttershy, come and sit. How did you find here? ”

The person who came was Zhuang Die, a disciple of Changge in the White Tiger Squad.

Qiu Ju was very eye-catching, and hurriedly moved the chair, served tea and poured water.

Zhuang Die was not polite and sat down directly.

"Okay, let's talk about it. What are you doing here? ”

"Don't mention it, didn't you say that the Hidden Sword Villa is in seclusion near here, I can't find it, so I can only fish here. Hey, I didn't catch the hidden sword, but I caught a long song mermaid. ”

"Hahaha!"

Zhuang Die smiled and leaned back.

Wang Qing couldn't help but sigh secretly, a little flower that was quiet when they first met, and the little sister and the little sister have been in contact for a long time, and they are not cute anymore.

"Are you stupid? It's all said that you are in seclusion, can you still fish it out? Alright, come with me. ”

"Where are you going?"

"Aren't you going to the Hidden Sword Villa?"

"Huh? Do you know the place? ”

"Nonsense, I came out of the Hidden Sword Villa."

This confused Wang Qing, and after repeated questioning, he figured it out.

It turns out that although Changgemen and Tibetan Sword Villa have been hidden, they are not far away after all. One is on the shore of West Lake and the other is on Qiandao Lake, but there is no interruption.

During this time, Zhuang Die followed everyone to get a copy, fought the white tiger, and saved a lot of good materials.

This time I came to Tibetan Sword Villa to reforge her sword in the piano. I have been living in the Tibetan Sword Villa for the past few days, if I hadn't heard that there was a Kunlun disciple like Wang Qing, I would have taken the sword and left in the past two days.

Hey, hey, after figuring out the ins and outs, Wang Qing was left with a smirk.

Under the guidance of Zhuang Die, the painting boat turned around and came to an ordinary manor.

"This is the Hidden Sword Villa?"

Wang Qing said that it was false not to be disappointed, although the manor was big, it was just like that. There is no momentum that the martial arts sect should have.

Zhuang Die rolled his eyes.

"What do you think? It is a point of external hospitality. After all, you are an outsider, and you have a group of ordinary people, I can still lead you directly to the lair. Xiao Qingzi, how did I find out, without King Xue Yan, your IQ is worrying. That's it. ”

Yes, yes, you're right. People are under the eaves, Wang Qing decisively admits intimidation.

Ordering the maids to wait on the painting boat, Wang Qing got off the boat alone with Zhuang Die.

Come to the gate of the manor.

Wang Qing looked up and saw that there were two big words on the door plaque, Meizhuang.

Rumble!

Zixiao's sword intent was activated uncontrollably.

A sword intent full of dead silence shot out from the two words.

If there is no true qi, it is pure sword intent.

Wang Qing's upper dantian beat violently.

The inexplicable little sword hidden deep in the sea seemed to have been provoked, and it shook violently.

A miserable white sword qi mixed with bright purple shot out from Wang Qing's eyebrows, this is a contradictory sword intent mixed with life and death.

The two sword intents collided together, dissolving, canceling out, and causing ripples, which shook Wang Qing's brain.

Suddenly, the two sword intent canceled out, and the surroundings returned to calm.

Wang Qing opened his eyes.

When I saw it, I saw Zhuang Die looking at Wang Qing with a playful face.

"Oh, little Qingzi, it's amazing. Those who practice swords dare to look directly at the inscription on the door plaque of Meizhuang. What do you think? Does it matter? Does it hurt to have a headache? Do you want to vomit blood? Don't hold on. ”

"Zhuang Die! You're a girl, on purpose. Why didn't you say it before. ”

Sure enough, it wasn't cute, and another little white flower was damaged.

"Cut, that's the rule. I can't even look at the door plaque, how to enter the door. ”

"Then why don't you look at it?"

Wang Qing asked through gritted teeth.

"My master said, people's sword intent is not good, don't let me see it."

"Can you get in?"

Wang Qing was physically and mentally exhausted, and he was too lazy to pick up the bear child's words.

Zhuang Die was familiar with the door, pushed open the side door and entered the courtyard.

Come to the main hall.

"Uncle Ye, that second-class Kunlun disciple, I brought it to you. I went to play with Qi Fei. ”

A majestic man sat in the main seat, his hair full of luxury, and his eyes revealed two contradictory expressions of tenderness and dead silence.

Wang Qing hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Kunlun sent Kongtong to the upper court, Daoqing. Meet the three owners. ”

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